Bumansa stood there, shook her head, closed her eyes slightly, and then looked at the tall and steel-like general not far in front of her.
"Also, I hope you will stop here and not go any further," her voice was clear and steady, as if she was just talking about some small thing like a snack she had made tonight.
Darcy was not surprised that the negotiations were fruitless. Since the other party was standing here, he must have made up his mind long ago.
"Why did you get involved in this? Although Lily was once your friend and companion, she didn't seem to think of you as her sister when she was enjoying the glory and honor of being the queen in the imperial capital."
"That's her life and choice. What does it have to do with me? Not everyone has to live that kind of life or wants to live that kind of life." Bumansha shook her head again.
"I like who I am now, and I have never regretted the choices I have made."
"But you clearly possess such outstanding talent and strength, yet it is buried here."
"Well, maybe that's how it looks to you, but not everyone is like you. I'm not obsessed with so-called strength. Maybe it's the best embellishment in life, but it shouldn't be everything."
"It seems that I can't convince you." Darcy rode his horse slowly backwards, then suddenly accelerated and rushed directly towards the standing figure at an extremely fast speed.
The spear suddenly stabbed out like a flash of lightning, leaving a trace of dozens of meters in the air. However, such a sudden and powerful attack finally stopped quietly in front of Bumansha.
A simple wooden sword was placed in front of the gun blade, with the tip of the sword pointed at the tip of the gun blade, like a straight line. The overflowing air waves and the blade edge crossed the sword body, leaving tiny scratches, and also lifted the hair on Bumansha's forehead, floating in the air and slowly falling.
Darcy snorted coldly, then put away his gun and swung it down, a sharp crescent arc suddenly swung down.
However, the wooden sword was like an antelope hanging on a horn, lightly and accurately cutting towards the middle of the moon arc. It did not cut it in half, but split it into two halves along the direction of the arc blade from the moon arc that was as fine as a millimeter and flashed in no more than half a second.
The scattered air waves and arc blades flew past Bumansha on both sides and fell into the woods beside the road behind, cutting down several thick trees before slowly dissipating.
After two such exchanges, Darcy finally jumped up, jumped off his horse, and fought with Bumansa with all his strength, holding the spear in his hand.
The gun blade shook out a silver flower in the air for a moment, shredding the space and heading straight for the peasant girl standing there, but was then easily resolved and blocked by Bumansha.
The ordinary, fragile and common wooden sword turned into something magical in Bumansha's hands. It kept clashing with the spear in the air, blocking the spear shadows and dissolving the huge force and air waves.
In this brief and fierce confrontation between the two, the flowers and plants on the ground were torn into pieces, and in the woods not far away, rows of trees fell down in all directions.
Finally, after another confrontation, the two separated temporarily, and Darcy slowly stood up from the half-kneeling position she was sliding on the ground.
Looking at Bumansha who was still standing there without moving, Darcy frowned deeply and took a deep breath.
Unexpectedly, after all these years, he still couldn't gain the upper hand over Bumansha.
But now it is no longer the campus competition of the past.
Darcy raised his arm and then swung it down heavily, and then there was a thunderous roar and the sound of horse hooves behind him.
"Rose Moon, charge!"
Beneath the bright red printed cloaks, the violently surging magic power connected with each other, making the already powerful Rose Knights even more powerful.
In this brief charge, they were no longer ordinary Sequence 5 transcendents, but had a powerful combat force comparable to that of Sequence 6 transcendents, and there were more than four hundred such beings.
Banners of roses and flowers surged like a wave.
Feeling the trembling beneath her feet and the redness gradually filling her eyes, Bumansha sighed as she stood on the hill. She put down the basket in her left hand, and the wooden sword in her right hand fell to the ground, sticking diagonally in the grass.
At this moment, she opened her hands at her sides and a cool breeze began to blow.
Countless flower buds began to grow among the branches and leaves of the originally green forest, and then the buds opened and bloomed, revealing small pink and white flowers.
These flowers seemed to spread to all the woods on the hillside in the blink of an eye, and the exposed pink and white petals almost replaced all the original green in the field of vision with the color of the petals.
In this suddenly blooming sea of flowers, the small pale white sword blade sprouted out from the bud like a stamen, then grew rapidly and hung down from the branches like a wind chime.
"Ballad of the Spring Breeze: Pale White Petals and Swallows"
Everything happened so quickly. When the knights charged in front of Bumansa, she gently swung her raised right hand down. The pale white sword blades fell from the trees like swallows, then took off lightly and shuttled through the crimson wave of knights.
The seemingly soft pale white sword blade easily crushed the hard and sharp spear when it touched it, just like cutting through the spring lake water.
Then not only the weapon, but even the armor covering the body was cut and shattered by the sword blade as pale white as a swallow.
By the time these knights charged to the hill, they were unarmed, with only the lining of their armor on their bodies. Then, in confusion and bewilderment, the grass on the ground grew rapidly, entwined and locked together, tripping up one warhorse after another. Countless people and horses fell to the ground neighing, their consciousness shaken and blurred, leaving only the still blue sky in their sight.
“Damn it!”
Looking at this scene, Darcy roared in anger. He was the only one who could withstand the flying sword. Looking at the girl who was still on the top of the hill with countless swallow swords circling around her, the general launched another lonely charge.
He walked around the center of the devastation, rode his horse over the rocks on the side of the road, then jumped high, pointing the spear in his hand straight to the sky. At this time, a terrifying red lightning also struck down from the sky and merged with the spear in his hand.
[Sorrow Trag] (Holy Creation): At the end of the 'Sun of Divine Wings', a holy creation created using fragments of the Crown of God, possessing partial powers.
Attribute: Bloodline-Red Lightning
field:
[Red Lightning Bloodline] (The blood contains the terrifying power of red lightning, greatly enhancing various physical qualities, especially speed and reaction ability)
[Cursed Wound] (Wounds caused by this weapon cannot be healed, and it also has a terrifying armor-breaking and magic-breaking effect)
In order to hunt down the fleeing queen, the new emperor granted one of the three holy objects obtained in the Blood Moon Hall. Although it has great side effects, it is still undeniable that this is the one with the heaviest murderous aura and the most dangerous among the three holy objects.
The long spear wrapped in red lightning suddenly stabbed down from high in the sky. Any pale white sword blade that it touched was shredded and withered by the red lightning, falling like rain.
The sky darkened here. Although it was midsummer, a hint of coldness began to appear in the wind. The red spear, in the overflowing electric light, instantly pierced through the sky hundreds of meters high and pierced directly into the figure on the ground.
"Sizzle—" The sound of flesh and blood being pierced came from the hill.
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