Chapter 637： Conversion (top)

"Repent, coward!"

In an instant, the Duke of St. Grian burst into a large red light, and a phantom flame of a kite ignited behind her.

Boom!

A circle of fire patterns suddenly exploded, spreading rapidly around like waves.

Emperor Reinhardt and the guards watching the battle were forced to retreat by the terrifying shock waves.

"Your Majesty, please leave as soon as possible!"

The guards were frightened by the terrifying scene when the Paladins were fighting, and hurriedly protected Emperor Reinhardt, and at the same time persuaded him to leave quickly.

Reinhard the Great received Colin's order, but he did not refuse, and ran downstairs decisively.

The surface of the building on the top floor of the castle is also constantly showing cracks, and along these cracks, countless flames spread rapidly like thin snakes.

Colin, who was the first to feel the brunt of the heat, immediately felt a burning sensation and pressure that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

He couldn't help but take a step back, raising his sword in front of him to block the blazing flames that were coming towards him. .

Boom!

A large fire swept up the top floor of the castle and drowned Colin in an instant.

But when the firelight dissipated, he saw a pitch-black arc-like barrier quietly protecting Colin in front of him.

When he got up, Colin had completely changed at this time.

His body swelled to a height of five meters, his rough skin was covered with hideous scales, a pair of huge black bat wings spread out behind him, and a blood mist spread out, covering his head, making people look at him. Unclear real face.

The Duke of St. Grian was stunned for a moment.

If it wasn't for the two of them on the top floor of the castle at this time, she would have thought that her opponent had changed.

"So you are the Winged Knight!" Duke St. Grian suddenly realized.

Colin didn't answer.

Just silently accumulating energy.

In the true state of the blood clan, he can always defeat a seriously injured paladin.

Colin felt the eagerness to try in the depths of his heart, and chose not to suppress it anymore.

In an instant, a large black shadow bloomed from above Colin's wings.

Whoosh whoosh—

Countless black silk threads galloped like a streamer, rushing towards Duke St. Grian from all directions.

The black silk thread was wrapped around and quickly became a light curtain that enveloped the Duke of St. Grian.

But Duke St. Grian's expression didn't change, he just slowly erected the long sword in front of him.

The next moment, her pupils instantly turned into pure gold, without a trace of rational emotion, like a **** who came to judge the world.

Bang!

The black light curtain split open with a golden gap, and then countless gaps filled the light curtain.

Boom!

The light curtain shattered, and countless golden light spots continued to converge, forming a fiery red kite that seemed to be able to burn up everything in the world.

"Repent, Colin Angele!"

Swish!

A fiery red arrow shot out from the kite's mouth, passed a ferocious arc in the air, and shot straight towards Colin.

Colin instantly felt the threat of death.

Yes, death.

Since he came to this world, he has been stabbed through the chest, crushed his heart, and suffered numerous large and small injuries, but due to the immortality of the blood clan, he never thought he would die.

But at this moment, he truly felt the threat of death!

"help me!"

Finally knowing that he still underestimated the strength of the Paladins, Colin resolutely confessed at this critical moment.

Swish!

A white wolf phantom suddenly appeared in front of Colin. Facing the full blow of the paladin, he decisively summoned the paladin blood slave.

What surprised him was that the fiery red arrow shot out of the kite's mouth suddenly turned a corner in the air—

Boom!

Colin turned his head stupidly, and saw a bottomless hole appearing beside him.

And the paladin blood slave who was urgently summoned by him didn't block anything at all...

After this blow, the Duke of St. Grian on the opposite side could no longer bear the deterioration of his injuries, and fell straight down.

Colin turned from behind the paladin blood slave, walked to the Duke of St. Grian, and asked in surprise:

"Just now... why did you keep your hands on purpose?"

Duke St. Grian was in an extremely bad state at this time. A large amount of golden blood was seeping out from the cracks on her body, and it couldn't be stopped.

She smiled sadly and said:

"After all, I still don't want to kill you... Maybe I still want to leave a hope for the empire.

And, even if I didn't change the trajectory of that blow, you would have a way to deal with it.

Hehe, I didn't expect that, Colin Angele, you have so many trump cards. "

Colin looked at Duke St. Grian with a complicated expression, and said with some hatred:

"Since you don't want to kill me, why do you have to work so hard? Wouldn't it be better to save your strength to kill the orc emperor?"

"You're right." The Duke of St. Grian nodded, and at this moment, she seemed to finally regain her composure and composure, "I was carried away by anger, but if you are in my position and find yourself Everything you protect is destroyed, and it's hard for you to stay sane...

However, I still want to persuade you one last word.

Withdrawal is addictive, and you will even find all kinds of plausible excuses to beautify it, groom it, and treat it as the only viable strategy.

But no matter how you retreat, one day, you will still have to face your fears.

Remember, if you want to reach the pinnacle of the way of knighthood, you must have the belief that you will never retreat! "

Colin had mixed feelings in his heart as he watched the Duke of St. Grian, who was still talking about persuading him when he was dying.

To be honest, he can understand Duke St. Grian's anger, even madness.

Living in different places, if the North falls, and even Vera dies at the hands of the orcs, he will probably become a lunatic desperate for revenge. UU Reading

Marquis Garcia's strategy seems to be the best choice, but he ignores the lives that have been sacrificed because of it.

Those who died at the hands of the orcs from the Westlands were no problem saying that they were sacrifices to this strategy.

In this way, how much difference is there between him and Mr.

While thinking about it, Colin found that Duke St. Grian's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and the look in her eyes was gradually disappearing.

The golden blood flowed all over the ground, causing Colin to swallow uncontrollably.

He knew that as long as he waited a little longer, the Duke of St. Grian would take his last breath, and he would be able to taste the fragrance of the blood of the paladins, and use this to step into the sanctuary of his dreams.

Of course, he has another option—

Before the Duke of St. Grian died completely, he transformed her into a bloodborn.

That way, she won't die.

But he will also lose the chance to advance to the sanctuary.

Colin hesitated.

Duke St. Grian lay quietly on the ground, as if he was asleep, his beautiful face was like a blooming begonia flower under the moonlight.

After pondering for a long time, Colin sighed. After all, he aimed at Duke St. Grian's slender neck and took a bite.

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