Volume 7 Coral Chapter 630: Vengeance
Ding! Ding, ding, ding!
The crisp sound of swords striking rang out on the battlefield.
Continuous, tight and loud.
Hundreds of militiamen stopped fighting in shock, looking at the young man who was fighting one against ten in a bloody battle.
There were sixteen people surrounding the young man, including Baron Miller and the fifteen knights under his command!
However, the militia troops, who were obviously outnumbered, were in high spirits and shouted:
"Lord Neil will win!"
"Lucius Blackhorn, brave and fearless!"
Miller looked around at the militiamen who had defected and his face looked grim.
This kid Neil actually led his team to catch up with him. Kelu, who originally led the team, and four knights disappeared. The result can be imagined.
Miller simply couldn't imagine how Neil had hidden his strength for two years right under his nose, and how the other party could hold a cross sword and fight against a dozen knights without being at a disadvantage.
The other person's thumb was clearly cut off by myself!
Miller was incredulous.
He looked up and saw two groups of people confronting each other in the distant land.
The two parties were his good friends, Baron Carl, Lord of Libo, and Baron Shabete, Lord of Yadan.
"Damn it!"
Miller couldn't help but curse.
His sneak attack plan failed, and it was obviously his nephew's fault!
“Get out of the way!”
Miller shouted angrily.
He was fully armed, drew the British Lion sword from his waist and joined the battle, attacking his nephew Neil aggressively.
when!!
Miller swung his sword hard, hitting Neil's cross sword hard.
He brought his helmet closer, which was like an inverted iron barrel, and from under the holes, came his suppressed roar:
"You damn bastard! Tell me! Where did you get your strength from? I don't believe you could secretly train yourself to develop such a skill in just two years!"
Although Neil is already a superhuman, his foundation is weak after all, and he is slightly inferior to his battle-hardened uncle in a contest of strength.
He held the sword in both hands and could not help but lean back under the pressure.
But Neil showed no panic on his face, instead he had a grim smile on his face.
"Miller Dutt, you are scared. I can feel that you are scared! Hahaha!"
"Bastard!"
Miller increased his strength and kicked out at the same time.
Bang!
Neil's knees bent at a strange angle, blocking his uncle's shin guards. Then, he used the force to spin and dance, and the cross sword kept colliding rapidly with the British Lion sword.
Ding ding dong dong!!
The more he fought, the more horrified Miller became.
He could see that Neil not only mastered extremely advanced swordsmanship, but also possessed extraordinary physical flexibility and agility.
"This is the dance of fire! Did you learn the mysterious power from Pastor Jordan?! This is impossible! You haven't officially joined the church, so even if that guy cares about our old friendship, he won't dare to teach you!"
Miller's tone was strange, with a mixture of shock and anger and jealousy.
"Thomas, Singer, both of you come together! We must capture this bastard! I want to interrogate him thoroughly!"
He shouted to the other knights.
Suddenly, fifteen heavily armored and sword-wielding knights attacked.
Neil felt unprecedented pressure.
But at this moment he seemed to have forgotten about life and death, with only Miller in his eyes, and the cross sword in his hand danced wildly, each move aimed at the weak points in the opponent's armor and fatal weaknesses.
Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!!
Sparks flew everywhere and the noise was terrifying.
The militiamen around screamed and retreated.
A few clang sounds.
After Neil blocked Miller's British Lion Sword, he used his body's flexibility to bend backwards to an inhuman degree, deflecting several swords through inertia. However, the number of cross swords attacking from all directions was too great, and the leather armor on his shoulders, back and legs was cut, leaving deep sword marks.
Blood flowed and he fought bloody battles.
Even more courageous as the battle goes on.
At this moment, Neil turned into a ferocious beast on the battlefield, staring at his uncle Miller and fighting at full speed.
The intense battle lasted for several minutes.
Miller looked down in astonishment at the broken cross sword that had pierced his chain mail neck guard and pierced his neck.
The blood flowed down the sword and onto Neil's hand.
The other person was covered in blood and had a hideous face.
There were even huge cuts on his face, deep enough to see the bones.
However, even so, Neil's bloodshot eyes were still staring at him, and there seemed to be a terrible flame burning in his eyes.
The flames contained hatred and loathing, and were about to devour him.
"Aren't you wondering where my strength comes from?"
Neil said in a deep voice.
"It's not Pastor Jordan's credit, but..."
He took a step forward, almost sticking to Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely soft voice:
"I gave my soul and flesh to the devil!"
Miller's pupils shrank sharply.
"You...how could you?!"
Before he could finish his words, he fell straight backwards.
puff!
Neil also let out the breath he had been holding back, and knelt down on one knee with a thud. He wanted to use the cross sword to support his body, but he heard a slight sound, and the already damaged cross sword broke.
He fell to the ground, his cheek pressed against the ground, gasping for breath, blood all over the floor.
"Huff, huff..."
Everyone was shocked by this scene.
The young man actually withstood the siege of more than a dozen knights and killed Baron Miller!
If such a story were to be spread, no one would believe it.
Thomas, Singer and other knights did not rush forward to avenge their lord. Instead, they took off their helmets, looked at the young man on the ground with awe, and respectfully performed a cross-chest knight's salute.
The gauntlet tapped lightly against the breastplate, making a clanging sound.
"We admire your courage and strength, Sir Neil Lucius."
Knight Thomas, who was originally Neil's swordsmanship coach, said loudly.
He took a step forward holding a cross sword, his face serious.
"Please rest assured that you will not be humiliated nor will you feel any pain."
As he said this, he raised his knight's sword high, ready to behead Neil.
The rising sun illuminated the battlefield, and the light reflected from the sword, presenting a bright and dazzling luster.
Hundreds of militiamen held their breath, watching the scene in shock or inability.
However.
What no one expected was that——
Neil actually stood up again!
Not only that, he also picked up his uncle Miller's British lion sword, stood upright, and looked fearlessly at the fifteen knights and even the other militiamen.
The wounds on Neil's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Including the sword wound on his face that was so deep that the bone could be seen!
"Supernatural power!"
"miracle?!"
"Incredible! It's incredible!"
"No... No! This is not the power of fire!"
An atmosphere of awe and even fear is spreading.
The fifteen knights, led by Thomas, took a step back in unison. They stared at the young man with expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces.
"Thank you, Mr. Snake."
Neil murmured in his heart and then opened his eyes.
He shouted:
"kill!!"
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This war did not last long.
After Neil killed five more knights, Thomas, Singer and the remaining ten knights surrendered and expressed their willingness to serve him.
Not to mention the hundreds of militiamen under his command. They were originally forced by Miller, and now they are back under the rule of the heir of the Lucius family in Black Horn, purely out of submission.
Neil simply took this group of people and joined the confrontation between Libo Territory and Yadan Territory on the spot. After some instigation, he joined forces with Baron Shabete, the lord of Yadan, to attack Miller's old friend Baron Carl.
The fighting lasted until the evening.
Baron Carl was stabbed in the heart by Neil's sword and died on the spot. The knights and militiamen under his command scattered.
Amid the cheers of countless people, Neil officially became the Lord of Black Horn.
Before leaving, Baron Shabete also gave Neil a pure silver token and solemnly thanked him for his warning. If he hadn't sent the old butler Rolf to remind him, Miller and Carl might have succeeded in the sneak attack.
Having gained the friendship of Baron Shabete, Neil returned to Blackhorn Castle with the momentum of a great victory.
late at night.
The main building lobby is brightly lit.
Because the original servants were killed by Neil, Butler Rolf temporarily recruited a dozen young maids from nearby villages and cooked a table of sumptuous dishes.
Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food he had had in more than two years.
After a while.
He drank red wine and leaned back in his chair.
Looking around, I feel a lot of emotions at this house that I have never left since I was a child.
"Butler Rolf, you didn't let me down."
He spoke softly.
"It's all my duty, Lord... This place should have belonged to you, but the Dutt family was like a bandit and occupied this place."
The old housekeeper was moved by the scene and burst into tears.
Neil knew that this guy was half sincere and half acting, but he didn't expose him. He just sighed with emotion.
He finally got his revenge, but for some reason, he felt empty.
Before he came into contact with supernatural powers, Neil might have been happy to live in the Black Horn Territory and enjoy the status and power of a lord.
But now, his ambitions go beyond that.
Neil wanted to go out and see the world, and climb higher mountains.
And in this process, he cannot do without the help of that great being.
"Mr. Snake, thank you and praise you. It is you who allowed me to successfully take revenge... I will also fulfill my oath and serve you for the rest of my life!"
Neil put down the cutlery, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and lowered his head.
Pray sincerely in your heart.
"It seems that you are unwilling to stay in this remote place."
Chen Lun said calmly.
Although Neil was surprised that the other party saw through his thoughts, he did not make a fuss, but responded sincerely:
"Yes, Lord Snake... I want to continue on the extraordinary path until I reach the pinnacle. I beg for your help!"
"You have to pay to gain something. I think you should understand this."
"Of course I understand!"
Neil said firmly in his heart.
"The humble Neillucius will serve as your pious servant, driven by your will, even at the cost of everything!"
"very good."
Lord Snake's calm voice came, and then he changed the subject:
"But before that, you still need to deal with the Church of Redemption..."
"Um?"
Neil couldn't help showing a surprised and puzzled expression.
But in the next second.
The main door of Blackhorn Castle burst open.
Bang!
Four missionaries in blue robes strode in, Bibles in their hands.
They each held a candle in their hands. At the back, the gray-haired Pastor Jordan also followed in. He frowned slightly and looked at Neil at the dining table with a slightly worried look.
"I'm sorry, Neil, this is all for your own good."
Pastor Jordan said in a deep voice.
The other pastor who was in the lead said in a businesslike tone:
"Neil Lucius, we suspect that you have been possessed by a demon. You must now accept the examination of the Church of Redemption. You must not resist, and you must not escape without permission... Otherwise, we will have no choice but to take coercive measures!"
