Chapter 661 No Mercy II

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The entire surface of the lake was frozen in an instant, and the drizzle that fell in mid-air directly turned into ice beads, which fell on the frozen lake and collided with the ice sculptures that had long since lost their lives.

Crack, crack, crack!

The fine and compact sound became the only melody between heaven and earth.

Click!

Amidst the slight cracking sound, a hole was opened on the frozen lake.

Dean floated up, slowly stepped onto the frozen lake, and walked towards the embankment of the lake.

Passing through the densely packed and innumerable ice sculptures, Dean didn't even take a second look at these ice sculptures. Even at the previous moment, they all represented fresh life.

It's not timidity or guilt.

All Dean had at the moment was a sense of relief.

He did what he wanted to do in his previous life but failed to do.

call!

Dean let out a long breath, and then, the scene in front of him changed——

In the bloody killing ground.

Filled with crystal clear blood-colored particles.

The bloody 'sunlight' absorbed these bloody particles.

Although the bloody 'sunshine' before became more and more solid, increasing the speed of absorption and integration, but there are too many bloody particles in front of me.

Even if this bloody 'sunshine' absorbs and blends in with all its strength, it can't change the bloody killing field in front of it being flooded with bloody particles.

From Dean's point of view, what he could see with his eyes were the crystal clear blood particles.

The bright red that originally belonged to the killing ground was covered up instead.

too slow!

This speed is really too slow!

not absorbed as soon as possible,

How can I get more power?

strength! I want more power!

As soon as Dean's very simple thought rose from the bottom of his heart, the bloody 'sunshine' suddenly lit up, and it shone on Dean's body mixed with countless strange information.

That illusory sense of power once again filled Dean's soul.

"Before I slaughtered nearly a thousand people, I gave birth to the 'killing thoughts'. Now, after slaughtering dozens of times the number of people before, I gave birth to similar 'killing thoughts' again! However, in terms of numbers..."

Keeping a calm heart, Dean felt the 'killing thoughts' filled with illusory power.

It is different from the previous single 'killing thoughts'.

The 'killing thoughts' in front of him. There are as many as fifty.

"Based on the calculation of ordinary people who are less than the knight level, can a thousand people form a 'killing idea'?"

After a simple calculation, Dean came to a rough conclusion.

Of course, such a simple calculation. There will inevitably be a slight discrepancy with the truly accurate answer, but facing the siege of fifty 'killing thoughts', that's all Dean can do.

Most of his energy was used to deal with these 'killing thoughts'.

As before, Dean uses his own consciousness as a 'sword'. Hacking these 'killing thoughts'.

In the beginning, there was no difficulty.

However, when half of the 'killing thoughts' were eliminated, a sense of exhaustion from the soul made Dean frowned.

Even if the soul has experienced three lifetimes and has not been exposed to any soul secret arts, it is too much to continue to fight with the soul, even if the soul is far stronger, tougher, and plastic than ordinary people.

suddenly. Dean understood the key point.

However, even if he understands, Dean has no way to change it.

After all, facing the 'killing thoughts' in front of him, if he didn't want to really become a thoughtless killing puppet, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Persistence is definitely the most shining of Dean's qualities.

...

The horses galloped, and the sound of hooves continued.

Although because of the previous communication, Tamun York, Old Knight, Mort Carr and Richard Vauban all had certain guesses about what they might see.

but. When they appeared in front of the frozen lake, they still took a deep breath.

On the frozen lake, there are dense ice sculptures of corpses, just for a glance. There is a feeling of scalp numbness, as if it is about to explode.

Especially when the icy wind mixed with a strong death breath was blowing in front of them, the four of them shuddered in unison.

This is true for three silver-level knights and one quasi-silver knight.

Others in the Knights were even more unbearable.

Everyone was short of breath and trembling all over.

but. Good training and excellent strength did not make them fall off their horses.

However, the appearance of holding the rein tightly and sitting firmly on the saddle did not have the slightest controllable demeanor before.

Watching this scene, Tammon York was constantly rejoicing—he kept his father's order in mind. Every time the knights attacked, he not only covered the horse's eyes with the same leather, but also covered the horse's eyes with the same leather. Contains herbs to soothe war horses.

Otherwise, at this time, it would definitely be the result of being turned on its back.

There were no real casualties in the battle with the enemy. Instead, they were frightened by the "victory result".

If such a situation really happens, Tammon York can fully imagine how harsh a lesson he will face from his father.

Even, without his father's lesson, he was ashamed to kill himself.

While Tower Gate York was secretly relieved, the old knight and Mort Carr were still in extreme shock, especially Mort Carr, who was from Hoshshire and was often praised as a genius The Silver Knight.

He was looking at everything in front of him with an incredible gaze.

"Is this the strength of the gold level?"

Mort Karl muttered in a low voice.

Seeing is believing!

Although Mort Karl had heard of the power of the gold rank more than once, he still had some doubts about such strength, even though he had already become a knight of the silver rank.

Or...it was because he became a silver-ranked knight that he doubted it.

Because, according to the deduction of the silver level, the gold level cannot be as powerful.

It seems that because of such inferences, this young man with the reputation of a genius stopped moving forward, and used a cynical attitude to hide his depression.

However, everything in front of you. But it made him understand how ridiculous he was.

"Dean's only nineteen, isn't he?"

Looking at the power in front of him that was completely beyond imagination, Mort Karl subconsciously thought of Dean's age, and then he thought again of himself becoming a silver-level knight at the age of thirty-three. The proud and self-satisfied appearance amidst everyone's praise, couldn't help feeling ashamed once again from the bottom of his heart.

Then, the shame was quickly replaced by firmness.

He has wasted enough time, the next thing is to catch up!

The old knight standing side by side with Mort Karl. He clearly saw the change in Mort Karl's expression.

Originally, he planned to give a reminder or two at a critical moment.

But now it seems that it is not necessary.

"It's nice to be young!"

The old knight, who had almost reached the limit of the silver knight's lifespan, didn't have so much desire to win, and knew that the gold rank was simply impossible for him.

However, he has no regrets.

What I have is just a sigh of relief.

"Dean's over there!"

Compared with the different thoughts of the three people around him, the heir of the Marquis of Vauban was simply looking for Dean, and soon. I saw Dean sitting on the ground on the embankment of the lake.

Immediately, the four of them dismounted and ran over.

"Dean!"

Richard Vauban, who has the closest relationship with Dean, greeted him directly.

"Master Marshal!"

The remaining three people greeted each other respectfully.

Not only because of Dean's identity, but also because of the strength shown by Dean in front of him.

"According to the plan, you cooperate with the infantry behind and start cleaning the battlefield!"

Dean ordered so.

Although a very careful plan has been made, there are still fish that slip through the net - they have only wiped out the largest group of enemies now, despite the cooperation of wolves and metal puppets, they are facing a camp of 100,000 people. Still can't do everything, they can only do it selectively.

Therefore, there are still remaining enemies scattered on the battlefield.

And cleaning up these remaining enemies is not a simple matter-not because the opponent will resist tenaciously. It's just because the opponent will break up into pieces and disperse, and there may even be a situation where one or two people form a team.

Of course, the most troublesome ones are those big knights and silver knights.

Once freed from the shackles of the battlefield, these guys are sure to cause big trouble.

so. Even cleaning the battlefield requires all the efforts of Tamen York and others.

"Yes, Marshal!"

Without hesitation, the four silver-level knights led the cavalry into action quickly.

After watching the four people disappear, Dean's body swayed, almost unable to maintain his sitting posture.

The previous fifty 'killing thoughts' had been completely shattered by Dean and merged into the bloody 'sunshine', while he was truly exhausted.

The fatigue of the soul far exceeds that of the body.

In addition, the dragon souls of the "Dragon Prison" once again did not miss the opportunity to come out to join in the fun.

Dean could be called exhausted.

In fact, the reason why Dean sat on the ground was because he couldn't stand up at all - the exhaustion of the body caused by the exhaustion of the soul made Dean wish to lie down on the ground immediately and pass out.

However, reason told Dean that it was absolutely impossible to do so.

Not only because there is Tamen York and others by his side, but also because Dean knows a truth: when a limit is reached, if you continue to persevere, it is time to break through the limit.

And for Dean who doesn't have any soul secrets, this is definitely an opportunity.

Even if it's a seemingly clumsy solution.

He worked hard to adjust his breathing, making it slow and long.

Gradually, fatigue began to dissipate, and vitality appeared again.

Similarly, the system prompt also sounded

PS The first update~(to be continued.)xh118