Chapter 631 The Great Vengeance Gets Retribution (Ask for a monthly ticket!)

when! Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

  The crisp sound of sword strikes resounded on the battlefield.

   Continuous, tight and loud.

  Hundreds of militiamen stopped fighting in a daze, looking at the teenagers in the field, fighting **** with one against ten.

  Sixteen people surrounded the boy, Baron Miller and his fifteen knights!

  However, the militia team, which is obviously at a disadvantage in numbers around them, has high morale and shouts:

   "Master Neil will win!"

   "Blackhorn Lucius, brave and fearless!"

  Miller looked around at the defected militiamen, with an ugly expression on his face.

  Neil led the team to catch up with him. Ke Lu and the four knights who led the team disappeared without a trace. The result can be imagined.

  Miller couldn't imagine how Neil had hidden his strength for two years under his nose, and how the other party was able to hold a cross sword and fight against more than a dozen knights without losing the wind.

   The other party's thumb was clearly cut off by himself!

  Miller couldn't believe it.

  He raised his eyes and saw that on the distant land, the two parties were confronting each other.

  The two parties are my good friend, Baron Karl, the lord of Libo, and Baron Shabotai, the lord of Yadan.

   "Damn it!"

  Miller couldn't help cursing.

  My own sneak attack plan failed, obviously it was my nephew who did it!

   "Get out of the way!"

  Miller roared angrily.

  He was fully armed and joined the battle with the Lion Sword drawn from his waist, attacking his nephew Neil aggressively.

when!

  Miller slashed heavily with his sword, and slashed **** Neil's cross sword.

  His helmet like an upside-down iron bucket approached, full of holes, and his suppressed roar came out:

   "You **** bastard! Tell me! Where did you get your strength from! I don't believe that you can secretly train such an ability in just two years!"

  Although Neil is already an extraordinary person, his foundation is weak after all, and he is slightly inferior to his experienced uncle in the competition of strength.

  Holding the sword in both hands, he couldn't help being pushed back.

  Daniel showed no panic on his face, but a sinister smile.

   "Miller Dutt, you are scared, I feel you are scared! Hahaha!"

   "Mongrel!"

  Miller increased his strength and kicked out with an angry kick.

  Boom!

  Neil's knee bent at a strange angle, resisting his uncle's greaves. Immediately, his body spun and danced with the help of the force, and the cross sword kept fighting with the British lion sword.

   Jingle!

  The more he fought, the more horrified Miller became.

  He could see that Neil not only mastered extremely superb swordsmanship, but also possessed extraordinary flexibility and agility.

   "This is the dancing of flames! You learned the mysterious power from the Jordan priest?! This is impossible! You haven't officially joined the church, even if that guy cares about the past, he won't dare to teach it to you!"

  Miller's tone was weird, and there was jealousy mixed with shock and anger.

   "Thomas, Singer, you go together! This **** must be captured! I want to interrogate him!"

   He shouted to the rest of the knights.

  Suddenly, fifteen sword-wielding knights in heavy armor besieged them.

  Neil felt unprecedented pressure.

  But at this moment, he seemed to put life and death behind him, and only had Miller in his eyes. The cross sword in his hand danced violently, and his moves pointed at the weak point and fatal weakness of the opponent's armor.

  Dangdang! Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

   Sparks are everywhere, and the sound is terrifying.

  The militiamen all around exclaimed and retreated.

   Clang clang a few times.

After Neil set aside Miller's Lion Sword, he used the flexibility of his body to bend backwards to an inhuman level, deflecting several swords through inertia, but there were too many cross swords attacking from all directions, and his shoulder The leather armor on the back and legs were cut open, leaving deep sword marks.

   Blood flowed, and he fought **** battles.

   Even getting braver with each battle.

  Neil turned into a fierce beast on the battlefield at this moment, staring at Uncle Miller, fighting with overload.

  After a few minutes of high-intensity fighting.

  Miller looked down at the cross sword full of gaps in his stunned gaze, and it had already pierced through his lock guard and pierced his neck.

  Blood flowed down the blade and onto Neil's hand.

  The other party was covered in blood and had a hideous face.

  Even the face was cut with a huge cut, and the bone can be seen deep.

   Even so, Neil's bloodshot eyes were still staring at him, as if a terrifying flame was burning in his eyes.

  The flame contains hatred and hatred, and wants to devour itself.

   "Aren't you very confused, where does my strength come from?"

   Neil said in a deep voice.

   "Not to the credit of Pastor Jordan, but..."

  He took a step forward, almost sticking to Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely thin voice:

   "I dedicated my soul and flesh to the devil!"

  Miller's pupils shrank sharply.

   "You... how could you?!"

  Before he finished speaking, he fell backwards stiffly.

   Poof!

  Neil also let go of the breath he had been holding so hard at this moment. With a plop, he knelt down on one knee. He wanted to use the cross sword to support his body, but he heard a soft sound, and the already damaged cross sword snapped.

  He fell to the ground, his cheek pressed against the ground, gasping for breath, and blood flowed all over the floor.

   "Whoa, whoa..."

  Everyone was shocked by this scene.

  The young man carried more than a dozen knights to besiege him, and brazenly killed Lord Baron Miller!

   No one would believe such a deed if it was spread out.

  Thomas, Singer and other knights did not rush forward to avenge the lord. Instead, they took off their helmets, looked at the boy on the ground in awe, and respectfully saluted the cross-chested knight.

   The gauntlet tapped on the breastplate, making a bang bang sound.

   "We admire your courage and strength, Your Excellency Neil Lucius."

  Thomas Knight, who was originally Neil's swordsmanship coach, said loudly.

  He took a step forward with a cross sword in his hand, with a solemn expression on his face.

   “Rest assured that you will not be humiliated and will not feel pain.”

   As he spoke, he held up the knight's sword, ready to decapitate Neil.

  The rising sun illuminated the battlefield, and the sword body reflected the light, showing a dazzling luster.

  Hundreds of militiamen watched this scene with bated breath, either in shock or unbearably.

However.

  To everyone’s surprise——

  Neil actually stood up again!

  Not only that, he also picked up Uncle Miller's British Lion sword, stood upright, and looked fearlessly at the fifteen knights and even the rest of the militiamen.

  Neil's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Including the deep sword wound on his face!

   "Extraordinary power!"

   "Miracle?!"

   "Incredible! Incredible!"

   "No... no! This is not the power of fire!"

   An atmosphere of awe and even fear is spreading.

  The fifteen knights headed by Thomas took a step back in unison. They stared at the boy with shocked and incredible expressions on their faces.

   "Thank you, Lord Snake."

  Neil murmured in his heart, and immediately opened his eyes.

  He shouted violently:

"kill!"

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   This war did not last too long.

  After Neil beheaded five more knights one after another, the remaining ten knights, including Thomas and Singer, surrendered one after another, expressing their willingness to serve them.

   Not to mention the hundreds of militiamen under his command, they were originally persecuted by Miller, and now they are returned to the rule of the heir of the Lucius family of the black horn collar, purely sincerely convinced.

  Neil simply took this group of people and joined the confrontation between the Libo Territory and the Yadan Territory on the spot. After a while of instigation, he joined forces with Baron Shabatai, the lord of Yadan, to attack Miller's old friend Baron Karl.

   Fighting until the evening.

   Baron Karl was pierced through the heart by Neil's sword and died on the spot. His knights and militiamen scattered.

  Amidst the cheers of countless people, Neil officially became Lord Blackhorn.

  Before parting, Baron Shabatai also presented a sterling silver token, thanking Neil for his warning. If he hadn't sent the old butler Rolf to remind him, he might have been successfully attacked by Miller and Karl.

   Gaining the friendship of Baron Shabatai, Neil returned to Castle Noire with the momentum of a big victory.

  Late at night.

  The lobby of the main building is brightly lit.

  Because the original servants were all killed by Neil, butler Rolf temporarily recruited more than a dozen young maids from nearby villages, and temporarily cooked a table of sumptuous dishes.

  Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food in the past two years.

  A long while.

  He drank red wine and leaned on the chair.

  Looking around, looking at this house that I have never left since I was a child, I am full of emotions.

   "Butler Rolf, you didn't disappoint me."

   He spoke softly.

   "It's all what I should do, my lord... This place should belong to you in the first place, but the Dutt family is like a robber, occupying this place."

  The old butler was moved by the scene and shed tears.

  Neil knew that this guy was half-true and half-acting, but he didn't expose it, he just sighed with emotion.

   After finally getting revenge, he felt empty for some reason.

  Before he came into contact with extraordinary power, Neil might be happy to live in the Black Horn Territory, enjoying the status and power of the lord.

   But now, his ambitions are not limited to this.

  Neil wants to get out and see, to climb higher mountains.

   In this process, he cannot do without the help of that great being.

   "Your Excellency, Snake, thank you, praise you, you let me succeed in revenge... I will also fulfill my oath and serve you with my whole life!"

  Neil put down the tableware, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

   Pray sincerely in your heart.

   "It seems that you are not willing to stay in this poor country."

  Chen Lun said lightly.

  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 peak. I implore your help!"

   "It takes sacrifice to gain, I think you should understand this truth."

   "Of course I understand!"

  Neil said firmly in his heart.

   "Humble Neil Lucius will be your pious servant, driven by your will, even if you pay everything!"

"very good."

  Your Excellency Snake’s calm voice came, and then the topic changed:

   "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 gate of the main building of Fort Blackhorn opened with a bang.

   Bang!

  Four missionaries in blue robes walked in with Bibles in their hands.

  They each held a candle in their hands, and at the end, the gray-haired priest Jordan also followed in, frowning slightly, and looked at Neil at the table with a little worry in his eyes.

   "Sorry, Neil, this is for your own good."

   Pastor Jordan said in a deep voice.

   Another priest headed by said indifferently in a businesslike tone:

   "Neil Lucius, we suspect that you have been possessed by a demon. Now you must accept the test of the Church of Redemption. During this period, you must not resist, let alone escape without authorization... Otherwise, we will have to take coercive measures!"

  (end of this chapter)