Chapter 92 People think they are smart, but instead they become stupid
"In the name of peace in the kingdom, please die."
While Kaler was speaking, the bottom of the box suddenly fell, and then a dagger appeared in Kaller's hand.
In this moment, kneeling down on one knee became the preparation for a violent explosion. When the box was lifted, the dagger stabbed directly at Isabel.
Garris was indeed tired, and his reaction was slow at this moment.
When he realized the current situation, it was already difficult to absolutely suppress Kaller in front of him. He only had time to block Kaller's thrust with his left hand, and then kicked away the assassin who did not stand up straight.
The cost of blocking the dagger's attack with his hand was that a cut was made in the palm of Garris's left hand, and drops of blood dripped on the tip of Isabel's nose and cheeks.
It was blood no different from that of mortals.
[In the Roman triumphal ceremony, the victor would imitate the oldest statue of the god-king Jupiter, wearing traditional purple robes and having his face painted red. To ensure a clear distinction between those who imitate the God-King and the real God-King, a slave will hold a laurel wreath above the victor's head and whisper: "Remember, you are only a mortal."]
A mortal? What a joke! Isabella saw with her own eyes that the original horrific wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although there is still blood oozing out, it will heal soon!
When Garris was protecting Isabel, the other two knights in front of him had also drawn their swords from their waists.
For a moment, the two people on Garris' side were unarmed, while the three on the other side were wearing armor and holding sharp swords.
The strengths and weaknesses on the field are clear at a glance.
As for the wound on Garris's left hand, blood was constantly oozing out, indicating to the other party that Garris was nothing more than a mortal body.
"Who are you?" Garris asked meaninglessly.
"Kahle, from Ibelin, upholds Lord Balian's will to maintain the unity of the kingdom." Kahle got up from the ground, moved his muscles slightly, and drew the long sword from his waist.
He didn't mind wasting a few words with Garris. After all, Garris was not wearing any armor right now. In his opinion, he was just fish meat on the chopping board.
Perhaps due to the injury, Garris's mind became much clearer, and he realized a message that had been ignored earlier.
When he was communicating with the caravans passing by Alhadi Town, Garris not only heard about the dispute over the throne, but he also heard about something that had a relatively minor impact.
When the head of the Ibelin family, Baldwin de Ibelin, witnessed Sibylla breaking the treaty in public and choosing to have Guy crowned king, he refused allegiance on the spot, voluntarily gave up his territory, and chose self-exile.
The political disputes in Jerusalem are now complete shit.
Since the death of His Majesty the Leper King, the kingdom that once dominated the Levant, punched Fatima, and kicked Ayub, has turned into a wild horse, running wildly towards the unknown abyss.
As for the people on horseback, they are idiots, losers and lunatics.
"You must not be a knight loyal to Balian."
"Of course I am, and I must be."
"Guy? Leonard? Is it Gérard? Or Irakli? Or Améry..."
Garris announced a series of names, surpassing the six senses of ordinary people, and the excitement caused by the injury made him look at the assassin Carle more clearly.
In Garris's perception, whenever he said a name, Kaller would have a slight reaction...
“Is the Royal Palace of Jerusalem the lair of gangs?!”
Garris couldn't help but reprimanded, because the names he reported were all high-ranking people in the Kingdom of Jerusalem. However, such a group of people were afraid of Isabella, again and again. And three wanted to get rid of it.
To this end, this gang of insects can abandon their principles and borrow the power of Muslims. To this end, these gangs can sacrifice the people in the kingdom.
The tragic scene of Monterey Village is still vivid in Garris's mind.
There were human corpses being laid out from the mouth of the valley to the village. There were women whose clothes were torn, humiliated, gang-raped and then decapitated. There were even babies who fell to the rocks and lost their lives. "For the unification of the kingdom and for the great cause of the Crusade, we shall all die!"
“We keep saying it’s for the kingdom, but whose kingdom is it?”
"Now, the princes and nobles of Jerusalem have sinned against the Lord because of their evil deeds and in the name of false gods. They have strayed and entered the wrong path. They have betrayed their destiny and become obsessed with power, which has attracted the wrath of the Lord."< br>
Gareth couldn't help but said.
But obviously, neither Kaller nor the other two knights beside Kaller could give up their determination just because of Garris' words.
Kaler, the leader, made an attacking stance. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, then took a half-step forward with his right foot. After standing firm, he raised his long sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly above his head and slightly back.
This is a wide-open attack preparation.
Different from the starting position of other sword skills, starting from the top position means not thinking too much about how to block the opponent's attack, but emphasizing the active attack.
In short, Kahler felt like he had a winner.
As for the other two knights, they also made preparations for attack.
Kale stepped, Kale slashed... His movements were full of flaws for Garris.
Garris's left hand was still oozing blood, and the injury, which was not serious, stimulated the secretion of adrenaline in him, making his heart beat faster, giving him stronger concentration and explosiveness.
For Gareth, it was as if time had truly stopped. This was the first time he had felt since he traveled through time.
He knew that this state would not last long, but just a moment was enough.
Garris borrowed the sword from Kaler's hand, and then slashed down with the sword, cutting off his right arm at the root.
Then, before blood spurted out, he took two steps forward and stabbed each of the knights behind Kaler with his sword.
After completing this, Garris returned to Isabel and covered her eyes with his left hand.
Now, the wound on his left hand has almost healed and is no longer bleeding.
Time resumed passing, and waves of screams surrounded the conference room.
For Kaler, he had no way of knowing what happened before, it was as if an inexplicable divine hand removed his right arm at that moment.
It wasn't until he saw Garris holding his sword in his right hand that he suddenly made the slightest guess.
"People thought they were wise, but they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for idols, the likeness of which is the image of corruptible man, birds, beasts, and creeping things. 】
——"Romans" 1:22-23
Garris dropped the sword in his right hand, picked up Isabel, continued to cover her eyes with his left hand, and left the conference room that was like a Shura field.
Outside the door of the conference room, Garris saw four other knights following Kaler. Now they were surrounded.
However, their ending has nothing to do with Gareth.
After leaving the conference room and placing Isabel on the ground.
Garris couldn't hold on any longer, his feet were wobbly, he had a splitting headache for a while, and finally he knelt on the ground on one knee.
He has indeed reached his limit. The previous "absolute" time-zero achievement achieved by relying on the burst of adrenaline, at least increased his speed to a hundred times that of ordinary people, and the burden involved was even more frightening.
Second update, today’s coding efficiency is extremely low due to various reasons.
Then the story will open a new chapter, and a bigger stage will come.
(End of chapter)