If Cyril was asked to evaluate this battle, he could only say that this battle was like hitting a human and bullying a simple computer.

Who would have thought that the famous Aosaint Emma people would be crushed to death, like slaves released by nobles to hunt, and could only run away blindly, and then be chased and penetrated into the back of their hearts. The flags, which symbolize glory, were torn to the ground, blown up by the wind, and then stepped into the soil mixed with snow in a foreign land.

As for Grote Caucsis, who had initially had a beautiful vision of defeating the La Rochelle troops headed by the beautiful front, the unit sent out to launch an attack from the flanks just in time to collide with the Amasil cavalry unit headed by the Silver Blade Knights.

The Amasil cavalry was very cruel. With just one charge, it defeated the infantry without shield soldiers and spearmen supporting the defensive frontline in the frontal encounter, followed by a massacre without suspense.

As for the professional level of the team, he fought Slovenier for only three rounds, and was stabbed by his spear storm surrounded by fire and nailed to the ground.

Although Cyril knew that they would definitely have the advantage, he did not expect to win such an exaggeration. But at this moment he had no intention of paying attention to the battle situation of the outside team.

Parkery, South Gate.

During the fierce attacks of Osaint Emma on the city in the past few days, the exterior wall of the south gate was still full of smoke and fire. The moat was still floating with the bodies of La Rochelle soldiers who had not had time to be cleaned. The young Marquis stood on the suspension bridge flat on the moat, looking down at the dead soldier who was tilted, his face floating in pale.

An arrow penetrated his chest, causing the soldier to fall directly from the head of the city. His head was tilted, and it seemed that he had hit his head when it fell.

He stared at the corpse, feeling that his mouth, which was still slightly open, seemed to want to say something to him.

He listened in a slant, and at first he heard the wind that was almost no less everywhere, the wind on the plains, the wind of the Adlai Sea, and the wind of Parker, mixed together, bringing all kinds of messages.

But after that, he heard a low, painful moan. He was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that his panel, the "Listener" of Panel 3, was flashing with a bright red light:

[Dieting]: The listener faces the world with the most sincere attitude, and you can hear the feelings of living beings, and even the sounds of non-living beings can be captured by you.

In terms of this profession theory, there should be countless wonderful uses hidden, but Cyril has been busy preparing for war and fighting before, and has no time to explore.

At this moment, this ability was activated so naturally:

"General, the protective array is broken-"

"I can't care about that much, just push it up and don't let their ladders get up!"

The footsteps were chaotic and the shouts of killing were chaotic. In the midst of this chaos, a sound of breaking through the air exploded—

What remained afterwards was the sound of falling wind, the sound of impact, and the sound of falling into the water.

"General, have the reinforcements not arrived yet?"

"If you hold on for a while, reinforcements will arrive soon-"

The sound came to an abrupt end.

When he opened his eyes that had been closed at some time and looked at the floating corpse, he saw that there seemed to be a trace of water on the swollen face of the latter, which flowed downward from the corners of his eyes.

The young marquis stood quietly, and the wind that resonated with the wind element pool in his body at that moment was even louder at this moment. He felt the magic power flowing in his body. The magic power that this extremely strong body could carry was amazingly great. At this moment, he only felt that the already exaggerated magic power had increased several times-

He seemed to be connected with the endless wind.

"Reinforcements are coming."

He whispered softly, then looked forward.

There was a sound of horse hooves, which sounded from the closed city gate. Then there were footsteps and cries, which were getting louder and closer.

The machine expansion was opened, and the gears behind the city gate made an old rotation sound. The door full of chopping marks slowly opened. Behind the arch with shadows, teams of Ao Saint Emma soldiers were slightly embarrassed, but black armor was purged.

They rushed out of the arch anxiously, but before they could get onto the suspension bridge, the pioneer troops stopped.

They saw the young elf standing alone in the middle of the suspension bridge, wearing a golden crown, holding a hideous black shield, and holding a long sword of black light flowing in his palm.

The black dragon flag fluttered over the heads of the Aosaint Emma people, clamoring in the cold wind of the Adlai Sea, as if yelling at a strong enemy, as if the soil under her feet was not a foreign land, but its home court.

Then the young marquis raised his head.

"Wuliang Fengyu."

He whispered, and the blue light flashed by beside him, and then the strong wind blew, rolling up the flying sand floating in the air, making these Osaint Emma people unable to open their eyes for a moment.

They felt that the sound of manic winds were everywhere in their ears, which made them feel a splitting headache. The two professional-level mages standing behind squeezed into the front line at this time, and opened their magic shields to try to isolate the winds, but the wind was everywhere and their magic shields were useless. The commander roared behind, "Go forward, move forward, he has only one person, run over him!", but the increasingly louder wind swallowed his voice into the wind.

The soldiers of Aosaint Emma were buried in their arms and sheltered from the wind. They couldn't understand why the other party was only one, but they could create such a momentum. Their professional level mages were not without shelter, but they could not even block the other party.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is not a "professional level" at the same level as him, but a "extraordinary" at a higher level?

But Supernatural is not a big street. In fifty years, La Rochelle's extraordinary level can count it with her fingers. How could such a young supernatural level appear out of thin air?

Their minds didn't know how long they had been destroyed by the power of the wind, but suddenly, the noise and noise of the wind disappeared in an instant.

The Osaint Emma raised her head in a daze, and then regretted why she looked up-

The suspension bridge, which was only one person, was now full of tall blue knights riding giant beasts. They extended from both sides of the young man and floated on the river surface, and could not count them until the end of their sight.

The young marquis raised the sword in his hand, and gently flicked the sword with his other hand, and the blade vibrated, and a buzzing sound like a bell echoing:

"Hantian--"

The wind knights beside him all took a step forward, and the long halberds in their hands were pointed forward one after another. Outside the walls of Parklinan, they were suddenly filled with a roar of excitement:

"Han--Sky!"

Amid the roars, the AoSaint Emma people couldn't help but retreat, but they immediately found that their bodies seemed to have lost their strength, and they walked softly, and could not hold up their hands holding weapons. Their minds were distracted, leaving only a piece of paste...

They were confused and at a loss, and the moment the young marquis pointed his sword forward, the wind knights had already rushed out and crashed straight into the Osaint Emma people at the city gate-

Cyril quietly watched the front of the Osaint Emma people collapsed when it was rushed by the Wind Knights. The troops that had not yet left the arch had already begun to flee, but the subsequent support troops blocked them firmly here, and could only let the Wind Knights cut them.

The city gate turned into a cruel meat grinding field in just a few minutes. The Aosaint Emma people escaped from the initial chaos and gradually became orderly. They noticed that these blue knight monsters were not invincible. They could break the weapon with continuous hits, and they immediately had a system.

After stepping on the body of the companion who was chopped over, they organized a new front and began to gradually launch a counterattack against the Wind Knights. Due to the obstacles of the city gate, most Wind Knights could not effectively assist their colleagues in fighting, and could only watch the Wind Knights at the city gate fall down gradually.

Cyril looked at everything that happened in front of him, and he didn't care about the fall of these wind elemental creatures - at this time he only felt that his body was connected with the ubiquitous winds, and these wind knights were just existences that he could recreate with his wave.

He clearly realized that he seemed to have reached a higher dimension, crossed the threshold of the profession level, crossed the wall of Monroe, and came to the so-called "Shifen Plain", and went further in the order system created by Danya.

But it is not enough, it is not enough. It is far from enough for him to just communicate and use wind without restrictions.

We must also touch higher and stronger dimensions.

As he thought about it, the long sword in his hand trembled gently, and the black shadow spread out from under his feet, covering the suspension bridge, covering the long river surface of the moat, pouring into the shadows under the city gate, and mixing into the shadows under the city walls-

"I want...my knight, unhindered."

He looked at the shadow that was connected to himself and chanted softly.

And the shadow gave him a reward.

In the vast shadow, when the Aosaint Emma people had not noticed it, it seemed as if there were more profound shadows leaping into it. They drilled into the city wall. When Cyril looked forward again, dozens of knights suddenly rushed out of the wall of the arch and crashed into the middle of the Aosaint Emma people's team-

"There are enemies in the city gate!"

"Shadows, they are all shadows!"

The shadow turned knights held a flail in hand and swayed at the Osaint Emma people, smashing their targets to their heads and bleeding. The Osaint Emma people fought back, but they tore the shadows in front of them, and more shadow knights jumped out from their feet and out of the side walls, tearing their formation to pieces even more violently.

"Get out, evacuate, go to a place without shadow!"

The terrified AoSaint Emma made a wise decision this time. Their troops in the city are large. As long as they set up a formation in the city and avoid such a small and dense shadow, they will definitely be able to reverse the decline.

But the young marquis looked at all this and just waved the sword in his hand gently.

He seemed to see a clear line extending from his body, and what he connected was not the world in front of him, but a open and illusory space.

This thread is closely related to his magic power, and now it is gradually changing into more forms as he thinks.

Just now in his thoughts, the shadow element was added to the line, so the line twisted out of the black knight's fictitious shape and was still moving forward at this moment.

Its starting point is the blue wind, and the middle part is the black shadow, which perfectly matches Cyril's first panel: the Wind Horseman Knight. When he raised his head, he could see a bright knight fictitious figure echoing it in the air, which is also an image of cyan and black interlacing.

That was the mark left by Enis in the "White Ring", which guided future generations on the direction of this path.

At this moment, Cyril has added all the abilities that the two elements "wind" and "shadow" can exert to this line.

He needs to hurry up and add more abilities to it.

This is the process of shaping "extraordinary".

He turned his head slightly and thought, then closed his eyes and felt the scope covered by his Wuliang Fengyu. His Wuliang Fengyu could probably cover the entire Parkli in full, and the wind could only connect, but it was not enough to assimilate it into part of Wuliang Fengyu.

The extraordinary stage built with "Wuliang Fengyu" as the "site", is at least within his "site"...

"I want me to be in my field without any obstacles."

He held his attempt and said firmly.

The line represented by the extraordinary level suddenly twisted at this sound. Cyril only felt that his magic power consumption suddenly increased several times, and the magic power that was originally full quickly began to dry up, and he worked hard to create a new shape for the line.

The line was twisting continuously, and finally twisted into two circles that Cyrill couldn't understand, and then turned into straight lines again and continued to extend forward.

He only felt that his body seemed to have become lighter, as if the wind could flow through every pore of his own, and he was part of this wind.

So he looked up and glanced at the lofty city wall.

The next second, he stood on the city wall.

“Space Moves.”

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he had already figured out the rules of shaping extraordinary abilities: in the process of shaping extraordinary abilities, he needed to use enough magic to provide his abilities to obtain the qualification of "extended shaping". The wind and shadows echoed the mark left by the wind brigade knight Ainis, so they were quickly formed, saving him a lot of magic consumption.

But the power of the "space" he hopes to develop next, the extension range of his own "Infinite Wind Island" is in line with the extraordinary rule of "sublimating a certain element", so he can invest magic to improve it. As long as his magic power is enough, he can shape this extraordinary ability.

Now, he still has the last magic to put an end to the creation of extraordinary abilities.

Should we strive to pursue other higher-level abilities that may be achieved, or should we strengthen our current abilities again?

He fell into thought.

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The writing is a bit unclear, but now there is no way.

The power system was not designed very well at the beginning, and the definitions of various classes were also a little bit like to write about where to write. Originally, it could actually be improved through the development of the plot, but now the plot accelerates, so a lot of content has to be saved... It's really a mess

I'll give another brief explanation in the next chapter.
Chapter completed!