sjar Chapter 439: Rip and Sharp Confrontation
Chapter 439: Rip and Sharp Confrontation
As one of the strongest knights in the human kingdom, Leon Fontman completely looked down on the elf warrior in front of him.
More than a decade ago, this knight with a digital title had already surpassed the legendary level.
That’s right, transcendence.
Under the deliberate concealment of the human royal family, even the most well-informed ministers of the kingdom thought that the titled knights were just ordinary legends.
To surpass the legend, in the eyes of most creatures in the main plane, means to ignite the divine fire and go to the astral realm to serve as a divine power exchanger.
After all, according to the master wizard, the plane will suppress all existences whose power exceeds a certain critical point.
After surpassing the legendary level, one will either be suppressed by the plane and stagnate - want to resist? It doesn't matter, if you resist, you will become a weakling like Corellon now;
Or, just leave the main plane and do whatever you want in the void of the star realm.
But the human royal family, or more precisely, the group of gods who descended to the world, like Iris, found a way to bypass the suppression of the plane.
These knights gained power comparable to that of gods, yet were still able to walk the earth as mortals.
Lyon is considered one of the best, otherwise his number would not be ranked so high.
After reaching his current level, he no longer needs to consider any restrictions on his professional skills.
As a pure warrior, he can easily simulate some special skills that only branch professions can have.
For example, the Qi-raising Slash mastered by the Sword Saint, the Territory Slash mastered by the Dwarf Defender, or even the violent combat mastered by the Berserker.
Leon never gets tired of learning these cool moves, and with the blessing of brute force, these skills are even more powerful than the original ones.
A distinguished member of the royal family once said of him:
If placed in the astral realm, without considering the restraint of divine power characteristics, Leon can kill some weak gods very easily.
In terms of combat strength, the likes of the Celebration Girl Lal are no match for Leon.
This powerful human knight looked through the gap in his mask at Tyrian who was raising his sword towards him.
The elf warrior on the opposite side was very weak, so weak that Leon could crush him with just one finger.
But even such a weak creature, when on the verge of death, used the sword energy that he could only unleash after reaching the top.
This made Leon a little more curious.
He glanced at the direction where the other elves were retreating, and let his centurion lead the cavalry in pursuit, while he looked at the one-legged dual-sword warrior with interest.
"You are very interesting... The sword energy comes from the sword master's Qi-raising slash. Only the legendary level can comprehend this skill...
And you, a high-level warrior who is not even a sword master, can actually emit sword light.
I've changed my mind, elf, I will tear your body apart piece by piece to see what allows you to ignore the rules of your profession."
After saying that, Leon didn't use his ultimate move directly like he did just now;
Instead, he leaped lightly from his warhorse and walked towards Tirian, dragging a broad-bladed greatsword longer than himself.
"Come on, let me feel your laughably weak sword energy again."
A layer of sawtooth-like light appeared on the broad sword blade, tearing the surrounding air as the blade was swung.
Tirian's eyes narrowed.
He had lost his right leg and had no advantage in mobility, so he could only rely on swordsmanship to fight his opponent.
However, relying solely on his current strength, let alone fighting head-on, even trying to take on a blow from the opponent would probably be very difficult.
Tirian doesn't have the ability to break free from the [Entanglement] with physical strength alone.
He drew a semicircle with the two swords in his hands again, recalling the insights that had just appeared.
A silver-white light appeared on his sword blade.
In Tirian's perception, this silver light was sharp enough to cut through everything.
……
Ariella nimbly moved through the dense forest, occasionally throwing restrictive spells at the human cavalry that were chasing her closely behind her.
Although those human knights had mounts, these war horses, which were used to galloping on plains, could not exert any advantages in the complex terrain of the haze forest.
In the forest, moon elves can have speeds far exceeding those of other races.
But Arila did not take advantage of her racial advantages.
In front of her, there were a few newcomers who had just been promoted to the beginner level - a moon elf who was seconded from Arya, and three young orcs who were not yet adults.
As the new patrol captain after Xiling, Ariella does not want her team members to suffer death threats.
Tyrian is right, this is not the time to commit suicide...
She swung a pink magic ball behind her again, interrupting the approach of several knights. Ariella grabbed a little orc who was about to fall and helped her stabilize her body.
"Don't be careless! We are not far from the base!
As long as we return to our base, these cavalry won't be able to pose a threat to us!"
Ariella's originally childish voice became bold, which made several druids who were not much younger than her calm down again.
"Pace yourself up, don't be afraid!
The plants of the Haze Forest will help us slow down our pursuers!"
This place is actually quite far from the druid residence.
If they were on patrol at the same speed, it would probably take them at least half a day to get back to the base.
Even if we run at full speed now, it will take at least an hour.
To be honest, Ariella was actually very scared.
If this continues, even the orcs with plenty of energy will not be able to bear it, let alone himself and another elf.
Just when Ariella was distracted, a strong wind blew from behind her.
She instinctively wanted to dodge to the side, but the dense trees also limited her space on the left and right.
Just when Ariella's face was filled with despair and she was about to close her eyes, a clear and rhythmic voice sounded in front of her.
"Keep running! Don't stop!"
Then, the sound of a sharp blade hitting a hard object was heard behind him.
Ariella couldn't help but look back. A javelin half a person's length was inserted diagonally in the air less than a yard behind her. The tip of the spear seemed to have pierced into an invisible wall, and the tail end was still vibrating in the air.
It's the [air force field]!
Ariella turned around in surprise, and a beautiful moon elf, wearing an exquisite little dress, appeared in her sight.
"Frey Starsong! It's Frey Starsong!"