This is a guerrilla knight of the glorious era. He seemed to have lost his past memory. Marceau changed to holding a long sword in both hands, and was sighing at the ruthlessness of fate, because the end of the glorious era happened to be the beginning of the glorious era. The prince must have died in the battle of Ashbey, but later his memory returned to his body, so he could not go back and finally chose to become a member of the new Eden.

The story must be very long, because it has been six hundred years since the st1220, which borders the glorious age and the dark age.

Yes, six hundred years ago, the people on Earth were still using big swords and spears to resolve all grudges and grudges.

With this sigh, Marceau blocked the continuous slash with a long sword. A large group of sparks danced between the sword and the blade. Marceau took the time to change his body when the prince raised his sword with his right hand. He changed from the right hand to the knife to the right. When the sword fell, the sword body slid down. The moment the sword was chopped on the ground, the sword in Marceau's hand had been converted into a straight posture. While blocking the sword slashed from the prince's left hand, he firmly pushed the sword to the prince's chest.

In the last second, the prince let the thrust pass with the same clever leap.

Marceau took a step forward, then jumped up, flipped in the air and gained extra force, and then the long sword finally slashed on the long sword in the prince's hands.

The latter pushed hard, and Marceau, who could not leverage the force in the air, could only float backwards. At the same time, his tail once again rolled up the dagger in the dagger sheath behind his waist and threw it out.

The chasing prince used his left-hand long sword to push away the short sword, and slashed towards Marceau with his right-hand long sword. Then he slid sideways and made way for a large pile of powder that Marceau shook out with his left hand.

It was not a powder that penetrated silver, but looking at the effect of the explosion into a flame belt, the prince sank for a moment, and then his whisper with a smile was filled with sighs: "New technology, something I have never seen before, Son of God, how many good things can you do with foreigners like you?"

"There are many more, but what I want you to see the most is the long sword in my hand." Marceau landed, took a step back to remove his strength, and at the same time, he wiped his left hand on the long sword. The sacred weapon shone on the long sword in his hand, and the sacred flames dripped like liquid, constantly dripping.

Correspondingly, there were large balls of black negative energy on the two long swords in the prince's hand. Every drop fell, it was a shocking scar on the land.

Come on, let's finish it all.

Marsso recited silently, pushing away the horizontal slash from the prince in his hand, and then blocked the straight slash of another long sword with a blade as a shield. He pushed the long sword hard and stabbed it into the prince's guerrilla knight's suit. At the last moment, the swordsman let the deadly area pass.

The next moment, Masce, who had been slashing with the sword, had some regrets. At the same time, he noticed the exposed black dead bones in the already damaged clothes cut by the long knife. The organs transformed from negative energy seemed to be rolling, and seemed to be working, but it seemed to be just an instinct for the deceased to gather negative energy, using his own bones as a cage. Such a life is more like imprisonment than eternity.

It's so sad.

"Very ugly eternity, isn't it?" asked the prince, holding the long sword in his left hand, and the counterweight steel block on the hilt fell, revealing the rotating interface. The prince connected it, rotated it, and fitted it: "I also hate such eternity, but I have no choice. I am just the remains of fire that reignites from other people's corpses, ashes that I can't even remember in the past. Apart from the so-called face of my lover, I forgot everything. My friends of New Eden regard me as a friend. Your grandfather told me that whether it is the remains of fire or ashes, every life starts like a candle, lit itself and illuminates the world. Until the candle is burned, human life will come to an end. I have such a chance to reignite, and I should have cherished it."

Combining the long sword in his hand and making it a double-headed sword. The prince grinned and negative energy escaped from his gums. The soul of the crown lord's body whispered and laughed: "Along the way, I have seen too many mortals lit up the world like this candlelight until they burned out."

"Now, it's your turn, my turn, come on, Son of God."

The sword was cut down, and Marceau let it go. The next second, he turned his body and let the sword on the other side slash towards Marceau with a roar. He used the sword body as a shield to block the attack sideways. The tip of the blade side to the right, allowing the sword head to slide smoothly and remove enough momentum. Marceau took a step back and let the sword tip brought by the turning prince pierce. Then the prince let go of his right hand and waved the hilt with his left hand. The sword head on the other side swept towards Marceau like a giant sword. Finally, Marceau was short, holding the long sword obliquely, holding the long sword with one support and pushing, and sending the two-headed sword that was slashing across his head.

The prince turned his body again, grabbed the hilt of the sword in the middle with his free left hand. The next second, when he faced Marceau again, the sword head in his hand had already stabbed Marceau.

Marceau sideways and lets Guo stab, and then the long sword holds the push and bump, which is pushed by the prince with the hilt of the sword. The next second, Marceau leaps back and lets Guo grab the prince. At the same time as he lands, the long sword in his hand has already made a stinging action.

With a quick stab, the prince had raised his sword with both hands, but the long sword penetrated the junction of the two swords and finally stabbed into his chest.

He tilted his head and pulled out the long sword, allowing the prince to grasp it. Marceau cut off his left leg from his knees. When the prince lost his balance and knelt on the ground, Marceau, who had already gone around to the rear, raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it from the connection between the back of the skull and the spine. The long sword he held was holding diagonally finally penetrated from the prince's skull and forehead.

"It's done...well..." The whisper of the soul surrounded Marceau's mind.

Drawing the long sword from the skull, Marceau threw away the bone meal and negative energy stained on the long sword, and bowed his head and bowed his head.

You are not wrong, life is like a candle, and I am just an ember of the chance to rekindle.

Then a change occurred, and a small group of souls appeared in front of the prince. It emitted light and was trying to relieve the collapsed prince's soul and body.

The fetal spirit, Marceau recognized this little thing, was surprised by its existence, and even more surprised by its movements. Marceau, who had forgotten what to do, watched it moan and disintegrate due to excessive consumption, until the whisper of the soul sounded in his mind again.

"Purify it...please...you..."

Looking at the undestroyed soul fire in the skull, Marceau inserted his long sword to the ground, stretched out his hand, and carefully supported the small soul, without any self in it. It just instinctively wanted to stop all this, but he didn't know that it could do anything. In the end, he could only destroy himself... with its owner.

The sacred flame was lit in Marceau's palm and wrapped in it. The mourning of the fetal spirit gradually stopped. The soul finally turned into ashes in the sacred flame. Without its efforts, the prince's skeleton began to collapse irreversibly and was damaged by the sacred weapon. The white flame ignited the skeleton from the inside out.

And the soul fire in his skull eventually dissipated.

Marceau drew out his long sword, took two steps back, and saluted again.

This is a respect for this opponent and a respect for his conscience that has not yet been completely burned out in his heart.

Leaving the battlefield, Marceau noticed the surrounding commander: "Commander, do you need to accept the surrender of the new Eden?"

"No, keep my orders, this is my judgment that I have set for their killing of innocent people."

Marceau shook his head.

The judgment must be carried out, and everyone will pay the price for his words and deeds.
Chapter completed!