The tip of the sword was pointed at the center of the shield, and the fighting spirit on the sword body had dissipated.

The body of the leading light knight was hanging in the air, and he was still in the posture of leaping up to attack, while Cohen had his arms crossed with a small shield to protect his chest. The two people's bodies seemed to be solidified by something——

All the surrounding light knights were motionless.

There was a soft sound, and a crack appeared on the sword of the leading light knight.

There was another soft sound, and a crack appeared on Cohen's round shield.

The cracks gradually spread, covering the long sword and shield... Finally, the long sword and the round shield cracked at the same time.

As the broken pieces flew around, it was as if the time that had just been paused came back again, and the body of the leading light knight finally began to fall - but Cohen's body still did not move.

"So what about the Divine Blessing Knight? It seems that you are still not strong enough to fight against me. This way of death is in line with your status, right?" The falling knight leading the team sighed in his heart, adjusted his posture, and

The tip of his toes has already touched the ground: "But I still want to thank you. Because of your tenacity, my martial arts will improve a lot..."

"Idiot." Cohen's voice came through the helmet.

The leading knight was so frightened that before he had time to react, a sudden force sent him flying backwards twenty arms away - the surrounding light knights were also similar to him.

Cohen moved his left hand and looked at the "broken" buckler with only half left on his arm for a long time.

"This is more than just a shield..."

Thinking of the words of the God of War that day, Cohen stretched out his right hand to stroke the shield. As soon as his fingers touched the shield, an oval white light shield appeared on his left arm. This nearly transparent light shield was covered by a "broken" round shield.

Supporting it, the edges are constantly changing shapes like water ripples... There is also something like a knife handle sticking out near the wrist.

"You, you, you monster, were stabbed by my divine lightsaber, how could you be fine?" The leader of the Bright Knight, who was bounced aside, got up and took the weapon handed over by his subordinates: "Kill him, and come together.

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"Is this the hilt of the knife...?" Cohen ignored the screaming Knight of Light and held it with his right hand: "Where is the blade?"

A circle of light knights surrounded the front and charged forward. The moment weapons of various lengths and shorts came upon them, the light shield on Cohen's arm suddenly deformed and stretched, surrounding him, blocking all attacks!

"Oh I see……"

Cohen's hoarse voice reached the ears of several Knights of Light, and his tone of sudden enlightenment scared everyone to the point of breaking out in cold sweat.

"You bastards... you all die!" Cohen pulled out the hilt of the knife with his right hand, struck several bright knights around him with a sweep, and then walked towards the leading knight.

Those few knights of light neither evaded nor parried, they just stood there blankly, their bodies frozen.

After Cohen took a few steps, the fiery red blade protruded from the front of the handle in his hand... Actually, it can't be said to be fiery red. If you look closely, there is an almost transparent beam of white light in the middle of the blade, with flames wrapped around the outside.

It diffused and turned into the shape of a sword.

It was only then that a red fan track flashed between the bodies of the several light knights who had just surrounded Cohen. They were all cut horizontally from the chest. After the red light dissipated, the bodies of the several light knights let out a "whisper"

Burn at the same time.

"Mithra, Mishra, Mishra's Fang!" The leading light knight trembled, and involuntarily took a few steps back, and let out a shrill scream: "It's Mishra's Fang!"

Upon hearing these words, the Bright Knights who were fighting vigorously with the Guards in front immediately retreated and closely guarded the leading knights, but the expressions on their faces became the same as the clothes they were wearing.

"Wrong!" Cohen didn't stop. He just took off his helmet and wiped the blood from his mouth casually: "This is a kitchen knife."

"Quick, hurry up and bless the gods to protect the body... No, we also need to bless the crystal barrier. It's too late, just run away? Everyone commits suicide, or burn to death..." The knight leading the team was incoherent, and the expression on his face became very strange.

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"Go to hell!"

Cohen held the knife in both hands and struck it down with all his strength. The flames on the knife suddenly grew!

The flame at the tip of the knife sank into the ground, and a red trajectory as wide as a palm extended along the ground along the direction of the knife. In the blink of an eye, it broke into the circle surrounded by the Knights of Light and reached the feet of the leading knight.

Afterwards, with the leading knight as the center, the ground with a radius of thirty arms turned red in an instant, and a pillar of flame rushed out from the ground, burning fiercely, straight into the air!

The explosive flames were spiraling upwards, and the leading knight and the dozen men who were protecting him turned into ashes and flew everywhere. The eyes of the bright knights who were not burned next to them showed a look of despair... but they looked at each other.

Look, he still stubbornly rushed towards the beast in front of him.

Knowing that he could not hurt Cohen, this was almost a suicidal attack. Cohen waved the Mishra's Fang in his hand again and again, and bright red lines symbolizing death spread around him, tumbling and rotating.

The flames continued to gnaw at the flesh, until all the knights of light were dead, one after another.

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked by this vision.

It was also at this time that the reinforcements arrived. The Guardsmen who were still standing behind Cohen looked at their commander, and everyone felt like they had narrowly escaped death.

In fact, in order to stop the forty Knights of Light, the Guards of about three hundred people sacrificed more than a hundred lives in a short period of time, and there were still dozens of people seriously injured lying on the ground - the Governor's Guards had to recruit people.

Already.

Cohen glanced at the scorched earth in front of him, turned around and inserted the hilt of the knife back into his arm, and then walked towards the building car. After removing all the magic, Cohen looked very haggard. After barely moving a few steps, his body swayed and he fell headlong.

fell to the ground.

"Sir!" The same scarred rock rushed over and turned Cohen's body over: "Magician, come on, magician!"

The magician who was responsible for personally serving Cohen rushed over to help Cohen remove his armor. As soon as the armor was put away, everyone around Cohen took a breath - Chief Cohen's body was covered with bloodstains, and there were so many samurai uniforms inside.

Everywhere was torn by fighting spirit, and looking through the torn parts of the clothes, there was not a single piece of skin underneath that was good.

Several magicians used all their strength to release healing magic, and finally stopped the bleeding from several large wounds.

"Send it back quickly, we don't have enough magic power." The magician said eagerly: "Sir, there are too many wounds on his body..."

With a pale face, Cohen raised his hand and pointed at the magician who was speaking, then looked at the rock, and pointed his finger at the car, his eyes so cold that it made your body numb.

Rock Eyes nodded with tears in his eyes, carried Cohen up to the carriage platform, and gently placed him next to Fichet. Several magicians rushed up and covered Cohen's body with white healing magic.

Cohen stretched out his blood-stained right hand and touched Fichet's pale and clean cheek... His trembling hand hesitated on Fichet's cheek, and finally moved down to hold Fichet's cold hand.
Chapter completed!