Chapter 2349 Heavenly Knight Natasha, sending the devil to heaven

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2349 Heavenly Knight Natasha, sending the devil to heaven

Seeing their children's strong opposition, the two old fathers did not want to interfere too much. They just thought that the time was not right, so they gave up their plan to get engaged now, and planned to give the young people some more time as a buffer to let them strengthen their relationship.

At Lata Summer Palace, Natasha is already alive and kicking, with no injuries visible on her body. As a fifth-level knight, her body's vitality is extremely strong. It is not impossible to regenerate a severed limb, even after the internal organs are dug out.

, can still grow, and can even grow infinitely as long as there is energy replenishment.

Natasha was wearing a white knight uniform and was smart and capable. At this time, she had completely recovered from the shock. She was still followed by Ms. Camille. She had met Yaluo Lan Hai who had returned from another dimension.

Although Sevi was seriously injured, fortunately her life was not in danger. She was a more powerful Sky Knight than Natasha, and her vitality was even stronger than Natasha's. She quickly fully recovered.

Natasha has a slender figure, a straight back, and slender and powerful legs. She is half a head taller than the average woman. Her long purple hair is floating behind her, slightly fluttering in the breeze, and her dreamy, deep eyes are glowing with violet.

Mysterious, tall and straight nose, extremely delicate, pink lips, white teeth, bright and bright smile,

Holding the thundering long sword in her hand, bits of silver lightning flashed, buzzes buzzed, and her beautiful eyebrows were raised, revealing a bit of pride and joy. Her slender legs kicked the ground hard, causing the soil to fly, and Natasha felt as if she was leaving.

The string of arrows charged forward crazily, with momentum like a rainbow, and moved forward without hesitation, slashing hard at Ivan Vincent who was standing not far away.

Ivan Vincent gently raised the contract sword in his hand. The extremely powerful force withstood the powerful force accumulated by Natasha's charge. His body remained motionless. With a slight turn of his wrist, the contract sword passed through a graceful path.

The arc pierced towards Natasha's shoulder, the speed was extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning flashing across. The sharp edge made Natasha's hair stand on end, and her skin aroused a dense layer of small pimples.

Natasha took a deep breath, and the blood power in her body vibrated wildly. It was extremely active, and even made Natasha feel like her blood was boiling. A layer of red appeared on her fair and smooth skin, as if the whole blood had expanded under the skin.

, her body temperature rose rapidly, Natasha's lips slightly opened, and she drank a sip.

With a sound, he leaned forward, twisted his waist, and used the force of his feet to jump past Ivan Vincent in an instant, and went around Ivan Vincent's back. The long sword in his hand was fiercely aimed at Ivan Vincent.

He cut off the back of his neck, causing a strong gust of wind to blow Ivan Vincent's messy blond hair.

Ivan Vincent's expression remained unchanged, as if there was an eye on his back. He flipped his arm back, and the Contract Sword instantly appeared in front of Natasha's sword, accurately blocking the attack. With an understatement,

Extremely casual, Natasha's all-out attack was like a child's trick in front of Ivan Vincent. It was childish and simple and could be easily dealt with without using much strength at all.

Natasha knew that Ivan Vincent was extremely powerful and was a legendary level epic knight. She was definitely not something she could compete with, so she was not surprised that her attack had no effect. She was still very high-spirited and had an amazing fighting spirit.

, twist the body again, step on the right foot, and the lawn ground pauses

When a deep pit appeared, Natasha changed her direction again and rushed towards Ivan Vincent. She used her full strength to attack Ivan Vincent crazily, and rays of cold light spread all over Ivan Vincent's body.

The sharp edges all around were enough to make a fifth-level knight scramble and overwhelmed.

Ivan Vincent waved the long sword in his hand casually. He could always block and intercept Natasha's sword every time. It was airtight, unbreakable, and as solid as a castle fortress. It was not at all like a fortress.

It can be broken by human power.

Crystal beads of sweat appeared on Natasha's forehead, and they continued to fall down. The temperature of her body became higher and higher, and her whole body even glowed with a faint silvery light. The blood power in her body began to vibrate, with powerful forces.

Welling out from the deepest part of her body, Natasha's eyes became brighter and brighter, with powerful thoughts.

Zhihe's soul constantly resonates with the power of blood, vibrating endlessly, his long hair flying, the long sword in his hand swings out again, thousands of sword lights dissipate, and a terrifying crack of nothingness appears in the space, exuding the power to cut off everything.

, this is the sword of truth of bloodline power, the top bloodline of knights, extremely powerful.

Ivan Vincent's expression moved slightly. For the first time since the fight, he showed a surprised expression. He looked at Natasha who was a little excited. A brown flash flashed around him, and the power of the earth surged, creating a golden shield.

Standing in front of him, this is the blood power of the Vincent family, the protective shield. It is a power that can rival the Violet family. It is unbreakable and indestructible.

"Bang!"

The golden guardian shield trembled for a while, and the light vibrated like water waves, blocking the crack of nothingness without causing any damage to Ivan Vincent.

Ivan Vincent put down the long sword in his hand, stopped fighting, a look of admiration appeared on his face, and he praised.

"Natasha did a good job. After what happened last time, your knight's will has been tempered, and more blood power has been activated and smoothed out. Congratulations on becoming a heavenly knight!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, winked, raised her little head with great pride, and said proudly.

"I, Natasha, am a genius knight. Isn't it easy to advance to the sixth level of Heavenly Knight?!"

Natasha was so proud when Ivan Vincent even praised her that she was fat. She gasped and wanted to raise her head to the back of her neck.

Ivan Vincent would not tolerate her, so he reached out and slapped Natasha on the head with some force. Natasha held her head in both hands and screamed in pain.

Natasha rubbed her little head, stared at Ivan Vincent with big eyes, dissatisfied, and said angrily.

"Ivan Vincent, you are jealous of my Natasha's genius!"

"I'm jealous, just kidding, who doesn't know that I, Ivan Vincent, is an epic knight, the number one genius knight in the mainland!"

Ivan Vincent was extremely arrogant. He squinted his eyes and looked at Natasha with disdain. The look in his eyes showed that you are too good at it. You are incomparably arrogant with me. This made Natasha even more angry.

But there is nothing to do, because this is a fact. Ivan Vincent's genius has spread throughout the continent. He is already an epic knight at a young age and is a top powerhouse who can influence the situation on the continent.

Camille stood not far away, watching the two people fighting with a faint smile on his face, full of relief. He was also amazed at Ivan Vincent's talent. However, he had just become an adult.

The legendary epic knight is simply a monster.

The aristocratic district of Alto City is heavily guarded and it is basically impossible for civilians to enter. There is an old-fashioned three-story villa that looks desolate and gloomy, covered with ivy, like a haunted house. Outside the iron gate of the villa wall, there is a soldier guarding him.

He only wore ordinary leather armor, unlike the soldiers guarding the gates of other aristocratic villas in this area who wore silver-gray chainmail, which proved the downfall of the owner of this villa from another aspect.

Luke stood strandedly outside the gate of Baron Laurent's villa, yawning from time to time, silently complaining about Baron Laurent's stinginess and stinginess.

"Having dances every few days is really showing off to the nobility. Humph! We, the soldiers who are loyal to the Laurent family, are only given ten silver coins a month. When my father and grandfather were under the old baron, but

Twenty denarii."

While Luke was complaining and fighting against sleep, he suddenly heard the hoot of an owl. He was a little chilled and timid by the owl, and couldn't help but turn his head and curse.

"If you haven't caught your mouse yet, don't be so slow. You look like my 60-year-old grandma in your slow movements."

In the thick darkness of the night, Luke could not see anything, but when he turned around, he found a mysterious man covered in black robes standing more than ten steps away. A huge fear struck him.

Luke's mind was broken, and he was about to scream when he saw the mysterious man in black robe slightly raising his head and looking into his eyes.

In the shadow of the hood, this mysterious and terrifying black-robed man's nose, mouth, and cheeks were all blurred. Only his eyes were clearly visible, as if they were right in front of him. Countless bright light spots appeared in the deep and dark pupils,

So complex, so dreamy, like stars in the night sky.

"Stars?"

Luke looked at these eyes, his face showed confusion at first, and then quickly relaxed, feeling that the other person was the person he trusted and respected the most.

Luke had been hypnotized by the eyes of the stars, and the mysterious man in black robe walked up to him and spoke calmly in a clear voice.

"I'm here to attend the Baron's Ball. Open the door and let me in. Please speak softly so as not to wake others."

"Follow your will, this is what I should do."

Luke bowed respectfully, then turned around and slowly opened the door a crack.

The mysterious man in black robe strolled into the door and walked towards the dark villa. After he entered, Luke did not close the door, but turned around and stood guard with his head held high, as he had never done before.

Serious and enthusiastic, it seems that there is a fire burning in my heart, wanting to do more things for that gentleman.

The wooden door of the villa was firmly locked, and the windows were covered with thick curtains to prevent any light from leaking out. The hall was filled with a strong sense of confusion, with men's breathing, women's moans, aroma, and body odor mixed together.

, emitting a strange breath that makes people's blood boil, spreading in every corner of the air.

On the sofa, on the carpet, and on the coffee table, there are pairs of men and women entangled together, their clothes are disheveled, everywhere, and various sounds are mixed together, making people restless, blushing, and extremely confused.

In this addictive and depraved environment, there are people who are completely different from them, turning a blind eye to these confusing scenes and fanatical atmosphere.

In the middle of the hall, on a simply decorated altar, stood a middle-aged man. He was wearing a silver robe, with his hands raised in the air, his eyes closed, his expression eager and crazy, as if he was listening to the rapid murmurs, but also seemed to

Listening to the teachings from the illusion.

The confused aura of desire slowly floated to the altar, and centered on the silver-white horn pattern where the middle-aged man's feet stood, there were shining silver lines, concentrating these confused auras of desire on the altar.

Behind the middle-aged man, the color became thicker and thicker, and a pink mixed with black gas condensed from colorless gas. This gas rolled and twisted, and slowly transformed into a tall phantom with two horns.

"Are you ready? I give you my power."

The phantom suddenly spoke, and his voice was extremely cold, full of majesty and temptation, making people unable to help but worship him.

The middle-aged man knelt down on the ground, his expression extremely respectful and a bit crazy. He looked up at the phantom with hot eyes and praised eagerly.

"Great Lord of Silver, Eternal Silence, I have dedicated my soul to you, let the angels you send blend into my blood and inspire my power!"

The shadow was transparent and the tall shadow could not be seen clearly. It slowly moved forward and pressed against the middle-aged man's back, blending in little by little. A painful expression appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Obviously, integrating the power of the projection was not a pleasant experience.

thing, but the pain was quickly suppressed by the fanaticism, but there seemed to be a crystal light shining in the corner of his eyes.

This middle-aged man is Baron Laurent. For three consecutive generations, no one in his family has inspired the power of blood and cannot hold important positions in the principality. The decline has reached the extreme. Nobility, regardless of title or territory, is hereditary, unless it violates the sacred law.

Only if you follow the first ten rules will you be deprived of your title and territory by your own lord, but if you have been deprived of your title and territory for several consecutive generations,

If no one inspires the power of the bloodline, it means that the family has begun to decline. People will overtly and covertly swallow up the territory through various means. In the end, only one title will be left, and it will become a bankrupt noble. And how many such nobles will there be?

In this generation, even if it is not deprived, the glory will be forgotten. In the end, there will be no difference from civilians.

Baron Laurent couldn't tolerate such a thing happening, so he secretly believed in the Lord of Silver, the Devil Duke of Hell. He wanted to gain power through the devil, inspire his own bloodline power, become a noble knight, revitalize the family, and rebuild the world.

The glory of the family.

In the hall of the villa, Lawrence, wearing a silver robe, stood in the center of the altar, his face twisted in pain with a sense of fanaticism and excitement. He could clearly feel that his blood was boiling as the shadows behind him merged.

Huan Ming is slowly transforming his body.
To be continued...