Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 295 Miscal
"Zizi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce holy light instantly enveloped Mandela. In front of him, Levi stretched out a palm, and countless rich holy lights burst out from his palm.

It was like opening the first window in a pitch-black room in the early morning, and the dazzling morning light poured in from outside.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Levi said in amazement as he looked at the miserable Mandela in front of him. "I don't want to hear any last words. If you have anything to say, go and talk to Florina yourself."

The cover of holy light was like ice water thrown into a fire. Dragon flames instantly erupted and both sides fought against each other.

Although the lord was extremely poor, he had enough holy light. Under the flushing of a large amount of holy light, the fire on Mandela's body was extinguished in just two pulses.

Compared with the wise and powerful general before, Mandela now looks like a little punk.

The unknown magic armor on his body had turned into a pool of molten iron on the ground under the burning of dragon flames, and his skin was like a boiled shrimp, unusually red.

He didn't expect that the dragon flame could be extinguished so easily. He was dumbfounded, but the next second he blocked it with both hands at lightning speed.

"You're still looking, little brat?!" Seeing Levi's gaze moving downwards, no matter how thick-skinned Mandela was, his face couldn't help but blush.

"I feel relieved to see that you are still full of energy." Li Wei was afraid that if the dragon flame was extinguished, the other party would have been roasted into jerky, but now he looks in good condition, but...

It is said that smart people don't have hair, so now Mandela is definitely too smart.

There isn't really a single hair on it.

In fact, Levi was not 100% confident that he could extinguish the dragon flame. He just wanted to give it a try, and now it seems that the effect is quite good.

He once learned two holy light spells from Fatih. The first one was "Holy Light Blade". The effect was very simple, which was to enchant the weapon to give it holy light attributes.

The second one is the "Baptism of Holy Light" that was used just now. It is also an entry-level divine spell for the Paladins. Its effect is only to dispel some simple illnesses and negative states.

But in the hands of the lord, a low-level magic spell was able to extinguish the dragon flame. It had nothing to do with anything else. It was simply a miracle of great strength.

After the chat, Levi walked towards the flaming sword that had burned the ground into black soil.

When he saw this "ownerless" magic weapon from the sky, he was like a stealing cat that stumbles upon salted fish, and he could no longer suppress his inner excitement.

Now I must take it for myself first... No, I should return it to its original owner.

He was a dignified Lion Hunter, a legitimate Marquis of Derby, and the famous Lord of Highcliff Castle, but the only extraordinary armor he was wearing was given to him by Leah.

The only weapon he has is a mithril sword, which he has been using from the beginning until now.

He is like a max-level character who is still using the iron sword in the novice outfit, which is so shabby.

Now he finally found a weapon that suits his status, how could he not be tempted.

"Wait!" Mandela discovered that Levi was actually about to take the weapon, and hurriedly advised: "Levi, the dragon soul on this weapon has been blinded, it is not something we can use!"

"General Mandela, I'm not saying anything bad about you. If you can't do it, just say so. Don't take us with you." The Lord waved his hand impatiently and interrupted: "I never pretend to be rich. Just watch."

Levi walked alone towards the flaming sword on the ground.

The Blood Swordsmen could no longer bear to watch. They knew this Marquis Levi, but even their own General Mandela had suffered a loss at the hands of this sword. Could this weapon really be used by a human being?

It is true that the other party extinguished the dragon flame on his boss, but even a three-year-old kid like Debe understood the saying that a doctor should not treat himself.

Levi looked calm, gripped the thick hilt of the sword with both hands, and then stood up suddenly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, this giant sword with nearly five blades was easily picked up in the hands of the short human, almost like a toy.

"It's lighter than I thought." Levi smacked his lips, with an expression that said so on his face.

Mandela was silent. Could it be that the Lord of High Cliff Castle was really the illegitimate son of a giant? He couldn't help but wonder, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed unlikely.

"Hmph, what's the point of a human picking up Degen's Howl? Next, you can just wait to be burned to ashes by dragon flames!" Bartley said with a grin. Although this legendary weapon of wrath is like a succubus bitch, anyone can get it, but picking it up does not mean that you can use it. The bald human in front is an example.

"Roar!"

The dragon soul of the red dragon emerged from the giant sword, and the next second, a deafening dragon roar directly hit the face.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" The lord sneered and picked his ears, but it didn't have much impact.

It can be seen that the red dragon soul in front of him was obviously stunned. The next moment, an angry expression surged onto the illusory dragon face, and the dragon flames on the giant sword attacked the lord like an overwhelming force.

It is known that Holy Light can have an effect on Dragon Flame, so...

“Holy Light Blade!”

The lord shouted softly, and the holy light in his body burst out and instantly poured into the sword. Under the flush of endless holy light, the seemingly irresistible dragon flame was instantly suppressed into the sword and could not emerge at all.

The red dragon soul opened its dragon eyes and was completely dumbfounded.

The simplest display brought the most shocking visual impact. For a moment, the scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Mandela silently turned his head and picked up a leaf from the side to cover himself.

"This is impossible!" Bartley's face was full of disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Nothing is impossible!" The Lord swung the giant sword that was several times larger than himself on his shoulder. With the golden armor, he looked like a living temple: "Brother, my stats are higher than yours!"

"Ah~~ You lowly ant, I'll kill you!"

The Balrog, who had finally escaped, could no longer hold back. He went berserk and roared like a tsunami. He jumped over with his legs bent. His huge body broke through the air with a "roar" sound, and a pair of iron fists with chains went straight to Levi's forehead.

"Fuck you!" Levi shook his hand and shot out a huge sword.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd, like a group of leaking bellows.

The Balor demon Batli was slapped by a giant. He was blown away and hit the ground, causing an earthquake.

Its eyes were slapped open and it struggled to get up from the ground. It staggered obviously, and its burly body shook. It fell to the ground with its head raised, splashing a cloud of dust.

Ding-ling-dang!

Iron weapons slipped from the demons' hands and fell to the ground, with disbelief written all over their faces.

I didn't expect that Lord Bartley, who was like an invincible god in my mind, was knocked down with just one move.

Even Saint Fadil was dumbfounded. If she took off her gilded mask, she would be found to be particularly innocent and beautiful. Mandela touched his bald head in a daze, not even noticing that a leaf had fallen.

"Lord Levi, you have such great...strength!" Bergdorf said, smacking his lips.

"What a unique human being." Xian's eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on his lips.

Everyone present was shocked and their jaws dropped.

Only the Lord looked at the giant sword in his hand with some dissatisfaction. Although he had lifted up the weapon called "Degen's Howl" by force, its weight of ten thousand pounds seemed to have nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds of resistance.

I clearly wanted to make a straight chop, but I didn't expect it to end up being a hit.

However, this sword really lived up to its extremely strong appearance. After being used so violently by him, not only did it not break, it didn't even have the slightest damage. It was as if it was tailor-made for him and was extremely durable.

The Blood Swordsmen and Griffin Knights in the distance all looked at Levi's tall and majestic figure standing against the wind with curiosity and admiration.

"Roar!"

With a roar that reached the sky, the Balrog jumped up from the ground in an instant. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and the stars in his eyes with one hand, and in the other hand, a long whip made of flames appeared out of thin air and he lashed Levi fiercely.

Its face had been burned with humiliation and anger to the point of being almost crazy, and its eyes were as red as the sea of ​​blood in the abyss, full of resentment.

Just as Bartli was about to make a mad attack, the lord swung the giant sword in his hand, which was as wide as a door panel, across its chest with thunderous force.

"when!"

There was a deafening noise and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears.

The chest of the Balrog caved in, and he flew backwards and fell to his knees in front of the portal. This burly giant with more than four blades spurted out an umbrella-shaped column of blood into the sky, and slowly collapsed backwards to the ground.

But the opponent was indeed a legendary warrior, and he took two blows of 70% strength from the Lord Lord, and he was still alive.

Levi has always been cautious and attaches great importance to finishing off the opponent. He came in front of the opponent, stepped on its concave chest, aimed at the opponent's neck and raised the flaming sword.

“No!” The arrogant warrior finally became terrified and shouted in despair: “I am Bartli Fiat, the marshal of His Majesty Miskale. The portal will soon be stable. If you kill me, you will be slaughtered by His Majesty the God who commands the thirty-sixth layer of the abyss!”

It's too late.

A flash of fire passed by, and the once arrogant and domineering huge head was separated from the body in an instant, and rolled to the side with a face full of resentment.

Only then did Levi look up.

The other side of the portal that is more than ten blades high is obviously the plane of the abyss.

The ground there seemed to be lava, the sky was blood red, and dense demons stretched to the end of the sight, looking at this world greedily.

There weren't even low-level demons like imps and babu demons among them; all were giant, unknown, burly demons.

Some demons also rode tall and terrifying monsters, each of which seemed as big as four or five stories high.

A dozen Balrogs stood at the front, wearing extraordinary armor made of abyssal scarlet ore ingots, with two sharp horns rising from their horn helmets. Their hands wearing scarlet iron gloves pressed on the broadswords at their waists, watching all this coldly.

One of the Balrogs raised the horn of an unknown giant beast at his waist and started to blew it. The demons around him seemed to have received some orders, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, the crowds of people moved to one side.

A huge and terrifying figure gradually emerged from the Demon Sea.

Four or five terrifying creatures, seven or eight blades tall, with reins as thick as their arms, were pulling a magnificent carriage towards them.

It was a huge movable throne, made entirely of animal bones as white as jade. Above it was decorated with a huge dragon head as tall as several floors. Even without flesh and blood, it was still intimidating.

Sitting on the throne was a burly young man, his arrogant look attracting everyone's attention, and every muscle in his exposed upper body seemed to be made of fine steel.

Although he remained in a sitting position, his body still reached the size of four blades. His body was like the most majestic mountain in the world, as if the Creator had concentrated all the strength and masculinity of men in him alone.

The sharp horns on both sides of his skull extended forward and then curved backward, and the demon wings behind him were like deep black holes that could block out the sun and the moon.

A dozen topless succubi and drow elves were posing and making moves on Him, making it impossible to take your eyes off Him.

The other party's eyes were fixed on the lord, as if he was the king of beasts on the mountain overlooking the ants below. Although he said nothing, it seemed as if he had said everything.

"The main character is about to appear!" the lord sneered.

No wonder this Balrog would say such a thing. This god Miskale seems to have the power to destroy the world, but his life is too promiscuous.

The Lord expressed strong condemnation.

Although this portal allows each other to see each other's world, it obviously cannot transmit sound.

"Give you back your ugly things!"

The lord deliberately opened his mouth and lip-synced, then kicked the huge head of the Balrog.

The head made a "humming" sound and broke through the air. Like an arrow shot from a bow, it instantly rushed into the portal and attacked the young man on the bone throne.

It seems that this door is two-way, Levi thought thoughtfully.

Unfortunately, the scene that the lord imagined of making the opponent suffer a defeat did not appear. As soon as the head flew into the portal, it was whipped into ashes by a Balrog.

But there is no doubt that his behavior completely angered the other party.

Countless demons looked at him ferociously, holding their weapons high and roaring, as if they wanted to skin him alive.

I'm afraid that even if a great monk were here, he would turn pale and tremble uncontrollably.

But the Lord didn't care at all. If the other party could come over, would he still play this trick on him? Since he couldn't come over, what was there to be afraid of?
However, Levi could feel that this portal was about to become stable, and then these demons would be able to rush in without any restrictions.

Not being afraid doesn't mean not caring. He turned his head and looked at Bergdorf: "Old Bergdorf, when will your magic be ready?"

"Lord Levi, please give me some more time!"

Bergdorf was sweating profusely. When the Balrog was crushed by Levi, he immediately prepared to close the magic of the portal, but because he had consumed a lot of magic power before, his speed was slowed down.

At this moment, the Lord seemed to sense something, turned around and looked at the portal, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's too late!"

(End of this chapter)