The King of Knights in a Different World

Where exactly is it, and why did you choose Salem as the landing point, you probably never thought about it."

"..."

"When I deal with the enemy, I like to use inadvertent psychology, hints, and let the opponent's thinking change into the direction I want to see.

That's why I find it strange.

If it's trying an unknown theory, I don't think it's a problem.

Hohenheim also often does some weird experiments.

But you are different. You believe from the beginning that this experiment will definitely succeed.

That's where the problem lies."

I have seen the experimental style of alchemists myself.

Essentially, they don't believe in such things as sensibility or inspiration than ordinary magicians.

They only believe in their own theories and the data they get.

They're kind of like mathematicians, in their world, one plus one is...two 2.

In contrast, although Leonardo da Vinci is also a magician, he is more like an artist who is inclined towards sensibility.

If you think about it, you will understand that the firm belief in the other party's heart is the firm belief given to him by something, not the conclusion you get.

"What you just said may not be all funny jokes, but the Knight King, your words also exposed your own lies."

Zibia's mind was shaken for a moment, but he also found doubts in Lucifer's words.

And he never thought that what he discovered was also a hint that Lucifer deliberately put forward.

"I like hints, so now these words are part of the hint if you really want to, I don't think it matters."

Speaking of this, Lucifer laughed.

The conjecture I just made is itself an experiment, and now we have the results.

Yes, seeing how he looks now, there are already results.

"Not all lies, but some key lies.

You thought I would believe your word."

"I never expected that much.

From the very beginning, I just wanted to know what happened to you here.

That's all.

Now, now that I know the Dead Apostles, I'll give you two choices.

First, take the initiative to disarm... all weapons, stop the regional magic in this land, and then, I will take you back to accept the trial."

Saying that, Lucifer pointed the holy sword at Zibia.

"What about the second?"

A layer of red mist also appeared around Tsbia.

Looks like a fluid produced by alchemy.

"Second, stop everything you're doing now.

But this time I'll give you a hand until you stop everything.

Trust me, you're not going to like how it feels."

After speaking, Lucifer's figure has already moved.

His figure carried a strong wind, and the test paper touched the top of the two bell towers.

no.290 bells and whistles

On the top of the clock tower, the ceiling has already been lifted during the battle.

The big clock rolled to the ground and made a big hole.

In the roofless hall, a blood-red light would appear from time to time, and every time a piece of wall would fall down.

While avoiding the opponent's attack, Lucifer analyzed the opponent's attack pattern.

The fighting style of the alchemist in front of him is very in line with his style, using blood as a weapon to switch between vapor state and liquid state, possessing dual attributes of poison and sharp weapon.

After observing for a while..., Lucifer found that this thing felt a bit in front of him.

This fighting style is somewhat similar to Director Ken's quicksilver dress, but compared to the one in front of you..., Director Ken's operation method is like a child.

"My servants report to me that you are a formidable opponent.

But now it seems that the facts are not quite the same as what he said."

Zbia looked at Lucifer who had been avoiding him all the time, and felt that he had a great advantage.

Started to speak out and mocked Lucifer.

In fact, just judging from the superficial battle situation, his advantage is indeed very large.

His crimson blood has sealed off this area, and Lucifer used the blood crystals to force him back several times when he tried to fight in close quarters.

And the icicles that Lucifer occasionally releases are also rapidly corroded in the mist.

Coupled with the fact that there is only such an area here, Lucifer has to rely on adjusting his actions to avoid his constant attacks.

"Perhaps your servant deliberately exaggerated the opponent's strength in order to avoid the punishment of defeat.

Don't be surprised that this kind of thing happens from time to time in war."

For this, Lucifer did not explain anything, but found a reason at random.

The battle with this person in front of him is a technical task, Lucifer tried his best not to let this place collapse completely.

Or he was waiting for Joan to come out.

"Your words are obviously better than your strength, I almost believed your divisive words.

However, King of Knights, the battle between us still needs to rely on strength to speak.

If you're just lip service, you can die now.

No one can stop me from accomplishing my great work."

While talking, Zbia found that Lucifer had already run into the trap he left behind.

The spell in his hand was activated, and in an instant, Lucifer's feet were covered with a layer of blood, unable to move again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zbia controlled the blood in the air to turn into sharp swords, hundreds of sharp swords, and quickly flew towards Lucifer.

"Become part of the sacrifice."

As he said that, all the blood swords seemed to turn Lucifer into a hedgehog.

Under the constant impact of the blood sword, the floor of the entire hall became crumbling, and while the dust rose, a lot of walls flew out again.

After hundreds of thousands of blood swords were poured down, the dust gradually dissipated.

In the dust, Lucifer's figure looked a bit embarrassed, his face was stained with dust, and there were a few more cuts.

Most of the sleeve of his left hand was directly burned off.

However, even so, Lucifer wasn't cursed.

Many blood swords can be seen on the ground around his feet, they are sinking into the ground in all directions.

Judging from the situation at the scene, Sifel seems to have knocked out all the swords.

"Ahem! You guys really enjoy doing these...fancy moves. It's a pity that I have this clothes. It seems that I can only throw them away after finishing the matter here.

Sifel glanced at his clothes with heartache, his voice was still calm.

"What"

As a magician, Zbia couldn't understand why Lucifer could stand in front of him without any injuries just now.

"My clothes are very expensive, and the money to change them may be complained by Liya and Anna."

"Just go on here and say these..... laughable things.

It was just my mistake just now, this time, I will drain your flesh and blood together."

After Zbia finished speaking, he prepared to strengthen the attack this time.

But almost at the same time, there was a tremor from below the building, accompanied by a white light rising from the ground, Joan of Arc jumped out of the big hole that was broken, followed by another pale figure chasing it out.

Seeing this, Lucifer untied his somewhat tattered white cloak, and threw one of them to the ground.

"Okay! That's all for the warm-up run, now let's start the second round 22.

You just said strength, right? Then, let me teach you what strength is."

Lucifer moved again, the sword was already burning with flames.

This time, the moment he swung his sword, the blood in the air was evaporated.

Zibia mobilized his blood again, but the attack formed by the blood melted in the flames.

"Flame! The flame that can break my spell!"

While he was amazed, Lucifer had already come before his eyes.

The sword held high in his hand fell down forcefully, across Zbia's whole body, cutting it into two pieces.

The chopped Zbia figure turned into mist and disappeared, floating to another place.

The moment the mist formed again, Lucifer's leaping figure fell down again.

There was a tremor in the hall, and the entire floor cracked.

This time, the way of offense and defense has completely changed.

Accompanied by Lucifer's violent attacks, the whole building seemed a bit crumbling.

After a while, when the flames rose again, the whole building collapsed at the same time.

Joan of Arc, who was fighting next to her, realized that the situation was wrong, she immediately retreated far away, while her opponent was affected by this accident and was crushed under a heavy column.

In the center of the ruins, this time it was Zbia's turn to be very embarrassed.

"Can you see it.

The real fighting elements are only three words, fast, accurate and ruthless.

Don't put all the bells and whistles in there.

Aim at the opponent's vitals with lightning speed: maximize the attack, this is the way to win."

Lucifer swung the sword in his hand, and the blood on the tip of the sword was thrown to the ground.

The blood on the ground turned into blood and returned to Zibia's body. At the same time, a wound that almost severed his body gradually recovered.

"Is this your true strength?"

It was only at this time that Zbia understood what Yan Qing said was difficult.

Far beyond the reaction of ordinary people, the grasp of the fighter is also top-notch.

Of course, all this is not troublesome for Zbia, the most troublesome thing is.

Only now did he realize that his actions seemed to have been completely seen through.

Lucifer can predict his move in advance.

Originally planning the opponent's actions and counterattacking in advance, this should be his area of ​​expertise as an alchemy formula.

But now, Lucifer is better at it than him.

"Alchemist, you have a lot to learn when it comes to combat.

But that's okay.

I have always been kind, and even though you have offended me beyond count, I will still give you a chance.

Don't you want to know my strength, I can teach you with my own hands now.

As for the tuition fee, use your body to pay for it.”