Chapter 463 The Duke's Death

Boom!

With a loud bang, the invisible air wave instantly exploded around with the Duke of San Prous and Lucien as the core.

All the glass windows of the entire building were shattered at the same time, and the scattered glass fragments were like dense rain of bullets under the rolling air waves, which made the soldiers from the East who were trying to surround him scream.

The Duke of San Prous stood in the air, and a huge white horse phantom appeared behind him in an instant.

The white horse's back, a pair of giant wings that were more than ten meters long, spread out with a bang, occupying the entire hall space almost instantly.

call!

Amid the roaring sound of breaking through the air, these giant wings, which seemed virtual and solid, blocked the light and pressed towards Lucien like a sky and earth.

The domineering aura brought about the various objects in the hall rolling around.

As the giant wings vibrated, the air was squeezed out like an air pump, and the entire hall trembled violently.

The grand energy of the holy light gradually condensed into a complete entity in the city and hit Lucien with a bang.

Lucien's face did not change at all, but the fighting spirit in his body quickly burst out, and a large red crystal-shaped shield condensed in front of him.

Compared with the thin shield and the huge giant wings, it seems that it is not the same level of power.

boom!

In an instant, the giant wings hit the crystal shield with a terrible impact.

With a crack, fine cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the crystal shield and continued to spread around at a worrying speed.

Just in the first wave of confrontation, the two immediately became a major and a serious matter.

Although they are both at the sixth level, the Duke of San Prous, as a knight, is obviously stronger than Lucien, as a warrior.

This is the suppression of the god profession on ordinary professions.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the Duke of San Prous would not be worried about fighting with Lucien. He had absolute confidence to defeat a sixth-level warrior, but now, he was not so confident.

Because there was a dagger in his chest.

Feeling the biting pain and the passing power, the Duke of San Prous knew that he had to fight quickly, otherwise such injuries would only be heavier and heavier.

So, the Duke of San Prous looked at Lucien, who was still struggling to support him, and suddenly opened his mouth and a silent roar exploded and spread out from his mouth.

In an instant, countless platinum silk threads soared into the sky from the phantom of the Tianma behind him.

Saw!

All the silk threads surrounded and suddenly started to burn violently in the air, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a huge golden torch.

Click!

With a strange and light sound, a little white suddenly appeared in the torch.

I saw a spiral horn as flawless as jade, gently poking out from the torch, and stabbing towards the crystal shield in front of Lucien, as if it were slow but it was extremely fast.

The speed was so fast that Lucien could not react at all, so he could only watch the jade spiral horn touching the shield as if it was lightly.

Everything seemed to have completely stopped in an instant.

Maybe in a second, or maybe a century later, time begins to flow again.

Click!

The crystal shield began to slowly turn into ashes.

The dust rose all over the sky.

But the jade-like spiral horn did not disappear, and still stabbed Lucien in a slow but extremely firm posture.

Although the spiral horn has not touched Lucien's body at all, the armor on his body seems to be unable to withstand this terrifying power. It quickly becomes soft, sunken, and even turns into drops of iron and falls to the ground like a candle that encounters magma.

laugh--

The spiral horn finally touched Lucien and passed through without any effort!

In the face of this strange force, as if no defense could work, Lucien's chest was easily poked out like a piece of paper.

Through the big hole, you can even clearly see the broken heart!

The Duke of San Prous looked at his "masterpiece" and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

But then, his face turned pale, and his majestic momentum gradually became weak. The phantom of the Tianma behind him seemed to meet the snow and ice of the sun, melting into the air bit by bit.

Obviously, the horrifying blow just now was also a huge burden for the Duke of San Prous.

"Ahem..."

The Duke of San Prous coughed up a mouthful of blood and wiped it off casually. He ignored Lucien in front of him and turned to look at Vincent who was huddled in the corner, showing surprise:

"You're not dead yet?"

Marquis Vincent gasped in pain, his heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by the Duke of San Prous, but even so, he was still not dead.

The Duke of San Prous slowly walked towards his son, his eyes full of unconcealed murderous intent. He said as he walked, "Don't you know? I have already made up my mind to let you inherit my title, haha, but are you really so impatient?"

Marquis Vincent looked at his father who was approaching him step by step, but laughed. The blood foam in his mouth made the smile look particularly hideous:

"Father...ahem...you're so changeable...how dare I wait patiently...who knows which day...you'll change your mind..."

The Duke of San Prous was as deep as water and said coldly: "Since that's the case, then don't wait forever! Go and repent to my Lord!"

As he said that, he punched Marquis Vincent's head.

But at this moment, the Duke of San Prous suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of fighting spirit coming from behind.

When he turned around, he saw that Lucien, who should have died, rushed over again.

The spear in his hand was like a dragon coming out of water, leaving a silver shadow in the air, stabbing towards the Duke of San Prous.

Caught off guard, the Duke of San Prous could only avoid the vital points slightly and let the spear penetrate his right chest.

"ah--"

A shrill scream came out of his mouth, but the Duke of San Prous still reached forward and grabbed Lucien's throat.

Kick!

Amid the sour sound of bone cracks, the Duke of San Prous crushed Lucien's throat.

But Lucien seemed to have no idea about this, and did not make any defense. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the dagger on Duke San Prous's chest that was inserted by Marquis Vincent.

Then, stir hard!

The Duke of San Prous let out a desperate roar, his hands tightened again, and tried his best to strangle Lucien to death, but unfortunately, the power in his body passed away rapidly like the ebbing sea water.

The vision is getting blurry and the consciousness is getting less and less clear.

Before the darkness completely swallowed it, the Duke of San Prous repeated desperately and puzzledly:

"Why...you...not dead..."
Chapter completed!