Chapter 631 A great revenge is avenged (please vote!)
when! Dang Dang Dang!
The crisp sound of sword strikes echoed on the battlefield.
Continuous, tight and loud.
Hundreds of militiamen stopped fighting in a daze and looked at the young man in the middle, one against ten, fighting in a bloody battle.
There were sixteen people surrounding the young man, including Lord Baron Miller and fifteen of his knights!
However, the surrounding militia teams, which were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, had high morale and shouted:
"Lord Neil will win!"
"Black-horned Lucius, brave and fearless!"
Miller looked around at the defecting militiamen with an ugly expression on his face.
Neil actually led his team to catch up with him. Ke Lu and the four knights who originally led the team disappeared. The result can be imagined.
Miller simply couldn't imagine how Neil had been able to hide his strength for two years under his nose, and how the other party could hold a cross sword and fight with more than a dozen knights without losing.
The other party's thumb was obviously cut off by himself!
Miller was in disbelief.
He raised his eyes and saw that in the distance, two groups of people were confronting each other.
The two parties are respectively his friends, Baron Karl of Libo Lord, and Baron Shabotai of Yadan Territory.
"Damn guy!"
Miller couldn't help but curse.
The failure of his sneak attack plan was obviously caused by his nephew!
"Get out of the way!"
Miller shouted angrily.
He was fully armed, drew out the British Lion Sword from his waist and joined the battle, attacking his nephew Neil fiercely.
when! !
Miller struck hard with his sword, hitting Neil's cross sword hard.
His helmet, which was like an inverted iron bucket, came close, and from underneath it was full of holes, his suppressed roar came out:
"You damn bastard! Tell me! Where did you get the power from! I don't believe you can secretly train such a skill in just two years!"
Although Neil is already a transcendent, his foundation is weak after all, and he is slightly inferior to his uncle who has experienced many battles in the competition of strength.
He held the sword in both hands and couldn't help being pressed back.
But Neil showed no panic on his face, instead showing a ferocious smile.
"Milledut, you are scared, I feel you are scared! Hahaha!"
"Bastard!"
Miller increased his power and kicked out at the same time.
Bang!
Neil's knees were bent at a weird angle, resisting his uncle's greaves. Immediately, his body used the force to spin and dance, and the cross sword kept clashing with the British lion sword.
Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
The more he beat, the more horrified Miller became.
He finally saw that Neil not only mastered extremely superb swordsmanship, but also had extraordinary physical flexibility and agility.
"This is the dance of flames! Did you learn the mysterious power from the Jordanian priest?! This is impossible! You have not officially joined the church, and even if that guy cares about the old relationship, he would not dare to teach it to you!"
Miller's tone was strange, a mixture of shock and anger mixed with jealousy.
"Thomas, Singer, come together! This bastard must be captured! I want to interrogate him properly!"
He shouted to the other knights.
Suddenly, fifteen sword-wielding knights in heavy armor surrounded him.
Neil felt unprecedented pressure.
But at this moment, he seemed to have put life and death behind him, with only Miller in his eyes. The cross sword in his hand danced wildly, pointing at the weakness and fatal weakness of the opponent's armor.
Dang Dang! Dang Dang Dang! !
Sparks flew everywhere and the sound was terrifying.
The surrounding militiamen screamed and backed away.
A few clang clangs.
After Neil got rid of Miller's British Lion Sword, he used the flexibility of his body to bend backwards to an inhuman degree, deflecting several swords through inertia, but there were too many cross swords coming from all directions, and his shoulders The leather armor on his , back and legs were cut open, leaving deep sword marks.
The blood flowed and he fought bloody.
Even the more he fights, the braver he becomes.
At this moment, Neil transformed into a fierce beast on the battlefield, staring at his uncle Miller, fighting with overload.
The intense fighting continued for several minutes.
With stunned eyes, Miller looked down at the cross sword that was full of gaps. It had already pierced his chain neck protector and stabbed through his neck.
Blood flowed along the blade of the sword and onto Neil's hand.
The other person was covered in blood and his face was ferocious.
There was even a huge gash on his face, with bones clearly visible.
However, even so, Neil's bloodshot eyes were still staring at him, as if they were burning with terrifying flames.
That flame contains hatred and hatred, and wants to engulf itself.
"Aren't you very confused, where does my strength come from?"
Neil said solemnly.
"It's not the Jordanian pastor's credit, but..."
He took a step forward, almost in front of Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely small 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 straight back.
puff!
At this moment, Neil also let go of the breath that had been hard on him, and knelt down on one knee with a plop. He wanted to use the cross sword to support his body, but he heard a soft sound, and the already damaged cross sword broke.
He fell to the ground, his cheek pressed to the ground and gasping for air, blood flowing all over the floor.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Everyone was shocked by this scene.
The young man actually carried a dozen knights to surround him and killed Baron Miller brazenly!
If such a deed is spread, no one will believe it.
The knights such as Thomas and Singer did not rush forward to avenge the lord. Instead, they took off their helmets, looked at the young man on the ground with awe, and respectfully performed a knight's salute.
The hand armor tapped against the chest plate, making a clanging sound.
"We admire your courage and strength, Lord Neil Lucius."
Thomas Knight, who was originally Neil's swordsmanship coach, said loudly.
He took a step forward with the cross sword in hand, a solemn look on his face.
"Don't worry, you won't be humiliated or in pain."
As he spoke, he raised his knight's sword high and prepared to behead Neil.
The rising sun illuminated the battlefield, and the sword reflected light, giving it a bright and dazzling sheen.
Hundreds of militiamen watched this scene with bated breath, either shocked or unbearable.
However.
What everyone didn’t expect was——
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 other militiamen.
Neil's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Including the bone-deep sword wound on his face!
"Extraordinary power!"
"A miracle?!"
"Incredible! It's incredible!"
"No...no! This is not the power of fire!"
The atmosphere of awe and even fear continued to spread.
The fifteen knights headed by Thomas all took a step back. They stared at the young man with expressions of shock and disbelief.
"Thank you, Lord Snake."
Neil murmured in his heart and immediately opened his eyes.
He shouted:
"Kill!!"
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This war did not last long.
After Neil killed five more knights one after another, the remaining ten knights including Thomas and Singer surrendered and expressed their willingness to serve for him.
Not to mention the hundreds of militiamen under his command, they were originally forced by Miller, and now they have returned to the rule of the heir of the Lucius family in the Black Horn Territory, out of sheer sincerity.
Neil simply led this group of people and joined the confrontation between the Libo Territory and the Yadan Territory on the spot. Under a burst of instigation, he joined forces with the Yadan Lord Baron Shabotai to attack Miller's old friend Baron Carl.
The fighting lasted until evening.
Baron Karl was pierced through the heart by Neil's sword and died on the spot. His knights and militiamen dispersed.
Neil officially became the Lord of Black Horn amid the cheers of countless people.
Before leaving, Baron Saboteh also presented a sterling silver token and solemnly thanked Neil for his warning. If he hadn't sent his old butler Rolf to remind him, Miller and Karl might have successfully attacked him.
Gaining the friendship of Baron Chabotai, Neil returned to Blackhorn Castle with the momentum of victory.
late at night.
The lobby of the main building is brightly lit.
Because all the original servants were killed by Neil, Butler Rolf temporarily recruited a dozen young maids from nearby villages to prepare a sumptuous meal.
Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food in more than two years.
A long while.
He drank red wine and leaned on his chair.
Looking around, looking at this house that I have never left since childhood, I am filled with emotions.
"Steward Rolf, you did not disappoint me."
He spoke softly.
"This is all what I should do, Lord Lord... This place should have belonged to you, but the Dutt family has occupied this place like bandits."
The old housekeeper was moved by the scene and shed tears.
Neil knew that this guy was half sincere and half acting, but he didn't expose it and just sighed with emotion.
He finally got his revenge, but for some reason, he felt empty.
Before he came into contact with the extraordinary power, Neil might happily live in the Black Horn Territory and enjoy the status and power of the lord.
But now, his ambitions don't stop there.
Neil wanted to get out there and climb higher.
And in this process, he couldn't do without the help of that great being.
"Lord Snake, thank you and praise you. It was you who allowed me to successfully take revenge... I will also fulfill my oath and serve you throughout my life!"
Neil put down the tableware, clasped his hands, closed his eyes and lowered his head.
Pray sincerely in your heart.
"It seems that you are not willing to stay in this remote place."
Chen Lun said lightly.
Although Neil was surprised that the other party had seen through what he was thinking, he did not make a fuss, but responded sincerely:
"Yes, Lord Snake... I want to continue on the extraordinary road until I reach the top. I implore your help!"
"Reaping requires hard work, I think you should understand this."
"Of course I understand!"
Neil said firmly in his heart.
"The humble Neil Lucius will serve as your devout servant, driven by your will, even if it costs everything!"
"Very good."
Lord Snake's calm voice came, and the conversation immediately changed:
"But before that, you still need to deal with the Redemption Church..."
"Huh?"
Neil couldn't help but show a surprised and puzzled expression.
But in the next second.
The door to the main building of Black Horn Castle suddenly opened.
Bang!
Four missionaries in blue robes strode in, holding Bibles in their hands.
Each of them was holding a candle, and at the very back, the gray-haired Pastor Jordan also came in. His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes looked at Neil at the dining table with a hint of worry.
"Sorry, Neil, this is all for your own good."
Pastor Jordan said solemnly.
The other pastor led by him 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 Redemption Church. During this period, you must not resist, let alone escape without permission... Otherwise, we will have to take coercive measures!" (End of this chapter)