The afterglow of dusk gradually dimmed on the streets of Dem's ancient city, the lavender dark moon slowly rose, and the night fell in the deadly silence.

At both ends of the street, Jack and Roland confronted each other.

Looking at each other, no one took action first.

In the dark corner, private thugs holding weapons are approaching their goals step by step.

This group of private armed forces composed of gangsters and a few mercenaries, as their boss ordered, to launch a sneak attack in the dim light of the street.

However, they underestimated their opponents too much and completely overestimated their strength.

When Jack's attacking gesture was made, except for some strong men who rushed forward, the rest threw or threw out their daggers and hand axes.

The man in black standing on the street did not turn into a hedgehog full of weapons as everyone imagined. All the deadly weapons were scattered on the ground, and none of them fulfilled their original mission.

The thugs who rushed forward only realized that the weapons were knocked down one by one, which turned out to be a pair of slender and pale palms.

Before the brain could digest this information, their targets took the lead in launching a counterattack.

Most people only felt a black shadow flashing in front of their eyes, and shrill screams sounded from time to time, and then they saw one companion after another slumping to the ground.

The gangsters who were raised by the Pognar brothers have never seen such a scene.

The panic occupied their minds and did not allow Jack to disintegrate and retreat by himself if he issued an order.

As for those who were hiding in the corner, no one dared to move at all. Because at this time they already knew that they could not hurt the other party with their own strength alone, let alone win.

Knocked off the last close-knock, Roland's eyes locked behind him.

At the end of the street, a middle-aged man in a sky blue robe stood there, holding a staff carved with a flying eagle in his hand, which was the standard equipment for the Luolian court wizard.

The whirlwind and ten vertebrae stars on the mage's chest fully demonstrated his identity - a tenth-level wind-type mage.

"Good evening, a guest from the north." With a strong palace accent, the fat man put his right hand on his left chest and gave a mage ceremony.

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Is it the mastermind behind these hooligans?

Roland's eyes glanced between Jack and Slake, and immediately discovered the amazing similarities of the two brothers in appearance, and then realized that they were the Pognar brothers mentioned by civilians.

"I don't know how my stupid subordinate offended you so that he would seriously injured him?" Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, Slake took a few steps forward and asked in a more sharp tone; "Don't you know that civilians are strictly prohibited from fighting in Dem City?!"

"First, I am not affiliated with Rolian. Second, I am not a civilian. Third, I am just exercising the duties of a knight." Roland explained so with his left arm on his right chest.

And the unique gestures of the dark camp also made Slake, who was staring at her, squint his eyes.

The Fallen Knight...

This is a bit tricky, it would be better if it were a mage.

After all, this is the church territory, and there are many dark spells forbidden zones in the city. As long as you lead this guy there, you can surrender him.

Judging from the appearance, I originally thought it would be a famous wizard, but it was a warrior.

Slake, who was somewhat regretful, hinted at his younger brother with his eyes that it was time for him to take action.

Pulling out the special sword for nobles hanging around his waist, Jack pointed the tip of the sword at Roland, and reported his name and rank.

"Royal Knight Jack Pognar."

This is a unique duel invitation between the knights. In order to defend their own honor, no knight will reject such a positive challenge.

"Royal Knight?" Turning around and looking at Jack with a confident look, Roland's eyes shot a sharper look than before, and a chilling feeling surrounded the lower noble.

Speaking of combat skills, although the rank has not been promoted because the Golden Tree is interfering with it, Jack's strength has reached the Silver Knight.

Because of the title of aristocratic, many people who accept duels often ignore this and die.

But this time it was different, and Jack did not expect that what he challenged was the object that he would never be able to defeat in his entire life.

"Since the magical period, when humans had the first knight, the nine precepts were the rules that every knight should abide by. Even the fallen ones would not violate the five rules derived from this.

He also claims to be a royal knight. As the defender of the city and the guardian of the people, you have not fulfilled your ranks and insulted the glorious profession of the knight."

Faced with Roland's accusation, Jack waved his weapon in his hand with a distorted face; "I don't need a knight from the dark camp to accuse me of breaking the rules. You just need to answer whether to accept the duel. Or... After the fall, he even gave up his honor? Duels cannot be won by just talking."

With the arrival of night and the spread of armed fights in the Tangxin neighborhood, more and more people gathered here to watch the dispute between the two Pognar brothers and unknown outsiders.

"It's this Jack again..." The city defense force squad leader who rushed over looked at the tall and thin man in the distance with resentment. He spoke in his words.

Although he hated Jack's behavior very much, he was just a civilian and could not do anything about the two brothers oppressing ordinary people. The superiors also warned him many times that they would demote him to the outer city to guard the cemetery when interfering in the affairs of the nobles.

As for someone who openly resisted these two brothers this time, he really hoped that they would be repaired.

Like the city defense army captain, many onlookers noticed the Tarasha emblem on Roland's clothes. Of course, they also knew that most of the organization was composed of the dark clan, and they obviously felt gloating about the trouble the brothers had this time.

"I will let you understand what the outcome would be if you provoked a knight with a higher rank than you." Raising his right hand, Roland summoned the Demon Sword Soul-Hot-Soul-Her Real Sword that he had not used for a long time.

The black blade appears in a fog shape. What's different from the Holy Blazing Light is that this sword is extremely sharp and can cut through the world's hardest dragon scales because it is transformed from a magic dragon.

The sword blade without scabbard surrounds countless green dead souls. Although in the eyes of many people, they are just a few fluorescent lights, but in fact these are all souls absorbed by the magic sword.

Just as its name is, soul-loving, soul-devouring.

"Roar, soul-loving."

Accompanied by Roland's murmur, the black magic sword made a harsh and shocking sound. Jack, who was closest to him, became the first blood sacrificer after the sword's comeback.

Jack suddenly realized that since his challenged opponent summoned a black sword out of thin air, the air seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it could not breathe.

The invisible sword body is surrounded by a circle of fluorescent light that is too bright compared to black, and the luster is faintly visible to everyone who sees it understands that this is a magic weapon.

The power contained in the sword itself also represents the strength of the holder. When Roland activates the magic sword to attack, the special long gown on her body also flashes with an undetectable light.

In the flash of lightning, Jack saw the fluorescent light on the weird magic sword rushing towards him.

When he instinctively raised his sword to resist, he found that these beautiful spots of light were ferocious souls. They made a shrill cry, crossing the fine swords and armor made of iron, and biting the flesh and soul under the clothes.

"Jack?!"

After Slake, who had a slow reaction, felt the sudden increase in dark elements, he quickly wanted to support his younger brother, but at this time he saw his cunning and agile brother slowly falling backwards, his face full of disbelief and fear.

When Roland turned around again with his soul in his hand, locking his eyes on him, the court wizard couldn't help but moan in pain.

Above the pentagram symbolizing Tarasha, an emblem that originally did not appear on the right chest of the black long gown. The blood-red double sword emblem surrounded by the fifteen-sided star made everyone who saw it widen their eyes at the same time.

"Level 15th level...Celestial Knight!!!"

"Impossible, the Heavenly Knight has been cut off for two thousand years. How could it appear in this era?"

"This kind of magic costume that shows the rank cannot be fake, it is the real celestial throne..."

People's discussions were spreading in full swing on the streets and alleys. Slake was like a statue stiffening on the spot, and beads of sweat dripped from his fat double chin on the ground paved with bluestone.

Facing the fifteenth-level knight, the mage was stunned. He knew that he could not be an opponent at all, but even if he begs for mercy now, the other party might not let him go.

From the cold gaze shot out from the mask, Slake knew that he could not escape.

Fight!!

Gritting his teeth, the fat man waved his staff to use his best and strongest spell.

"The wind blade turns into sharp arrows, and the illusion becomes a sword blade, piercing my enemies."

The tenth-level wind-type spell blew a whirlwind on the narrow streets, and the onlookers avoided and gave the battlefield to the mage who had entered the state of combat.

The overwhelming wind-type magic-transformed arrows and sharp swords rushed straight to the mage's fingers, making a loud noise.

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The lost and outdated Yitzhak had just left his basement with giant magic communication crystals, and saw Alan returning with an old man and two children entering his mansion.

"This is..." Seeing the bloody marks on the old man's body, Yitzhak vaguely felt something was wrong.

This dress is a civilian.

"Allen, what happened?"

"Your Excellency Yizhak, you'd better go and see it yourself." He helped the old man sit down on the chair in the hall, Alan couldn't bear to tell what he knew.

Once you learn about the current situation of Dem City, it will undoubtedly be another blow to this great duke.

The glory of the knight has always been the most proud of this city of gold, and the residents of Dem are also glad that they can live in this city.

But now, that glory has long been lost.

All that is left is the sighs and resentment that people deepen day after day.

"boom!!"

After a loud bang, there was a violent shock that shaking the earth.

With doubt, when Yitzhak led his personal guard to the neighborhood that Allen said.
Chapter completed!