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Trial mass production of Tonghe District Chapter 1: Above the sword fence

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    Chapter One:

    ¡ª¡ªIn fact, I understood from the beginning that my existence was meaningless.  `

    The hills, soaked in blood, were strewn with corpses.  With the east wind blowing, the smell of blood is so disgusting.

    Roderite stood on this mountain of corpses and sea of ??blood, endless fatigue lingering in his eyes.

    His arms were drooping due to exhaustion, and his legs were shaking slightly.  With the green griffon flag at his back, his vision had already been blurred.

    ¡°I can¡¯t hold on any longer¡ªRodrit can feel that life is leaving his body.  Along the shattered armor, his blood was about to run out.

    ¡°¡­¡± I can¡¯t speak anymore.

    The thing holding up this broken body is already his last magic power.  Filling the body of the sylph with the power of the sylph: Rodritt is fighting the final battle at the cost of his collapse.

    ¡ª¡ªNo matter how hard you try, you won¡¯t get recognition, and even if you try your best, you won¡¯t be understood.

    Why persist to this point?

    It¡¯s no longer clear what happened.

    The turbid brain was filled with fog and a vast expanse of white, making it impossible to think at all.  Only the will to fight has not faded, maintaining the last breath.

    "Go to hell¡ª¡ª!" The familiar knight attacked from below the hill.  With his feet stepping on layers of corpses, he raised his sword without any hesitation.

    But it¡¯s too weak.

    Even though he has diligently trained his body and combat skills for ten years, he is still too weak due to his limited talent.

    Inspired by the clear murderous intention, Rodritt's body started to move.  Without leaving his battle flag, Rodritt launched an attack on the spot.  After using his sword to block the all-out slash, Roderite took a step forward and struck the knight in the face with his elbow.

    The knight fell down in an instant, and then the sword blade pierced his face.

    But the attack is not over yet, starting with the death of the knight.  More soldiers have already surged up. Although their postures waving their spears are full of flaws, their numbers are sufficient.

    This is a big advantage.  Unlike knights who wield swords and have been trained for a long time, spearmen's tactics are not based on quality.

    After all, the spear is a completely different weapon from the long sword: not only does it have an absolute advantage in length, but because it does not require a slashing action, the space requirement is also very small.  As long as you can thrust, you can use the group advantage to thrust out a dense thicket of guns.  No matter how quick the enemy's reaction is, they will not be able to effectively dodge in the face of this attack.

    But conversely: as long as the enemy is not given a chance to cooperate, the spearman is no threat at all.

    "" The battlefield is a hill. To be more precise, it is a hill covered with corpses.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Putting aside the height difference that makes the position uncoordinated, the large number of corpses alone hinders normal progress.  Although the spearmen, numbering over fifty in total, rushed forward with courage, their formation was completely disrupted within a few seconds.  `

    Roderite did not miss this opportunity.

    Although the brain is cloudy, the body can act on its own.

    Brandishing a sharp sword, he rushed into the enemy group. In the cold light, the spearmen fell one after another.

    "Back off! Back off!" Screams kept coming from the crowd.  The frightened spearmen lost the courage to fight in an instant.

    Just as they rushed up, they receded like a tide, but until they retreated down the hill, half of them had fallen on the red hill, becoming Rodrith's record.

    ¡ª¡ªJust fighting alone, for a future that is not expected.

    "Where are the archers! Where are the archers!"

    "It's useless! That guy is protected by magic, and bows and arrows are useless against him!"

    The voices of countless people were mixed together, making it extremely noisy.  The desperate screams were filled with hatred for Rodrith.

    That murderous intention, that curse, that jealousy, that fear - all kinds of emotions mixed together It's a bit disturbing.

    "It's true"

    Roderite¡¯s originally cloudy brain gradually began to work again. Although he wasn¡¯t sure whether it was a flashback, it was always a good thing to be able to think.

    Opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion at the ground around him.  Then, he showed a bitter smile.

    "Is there anything worse than this?"

    This is just talking to myself.

    I didn¡¯t ask anyone, nor did I expect an answer.

    However, I got an unexpected response.

    "How about your death?"As he spoke, the red Knight Ji arrived at the battlefield.

    Passing through the rebels who were bowing to give way, she arrived at the foot of the hill.  A strange expression on his face.

    "You can still reach this level after fighting LancelotSaltisio, you are indeed a monster."

    "Yeah."

    "Isn't this natural? Normal humans wouldn't be able to do such a thing."

    What does this kind of thing mean?  Roderite wasn't sure, but he didn't intend to understand.  Although the girl in front of him was his only friend, after the other party raised a flag of rebellion and became a traitor, the relationship between the two became nothing but hostility.

    In Rodrith's thinking circuit, understanding the enemy's priority is quite low.

    "Really."

    Roderite tightened his grip on the sword.

    The body filled with magical power is collapsing. After the nerves are paralyzed, the bones and blood vessels will also harden.  8 novel`

    Until the body turns into porcelain and will break if touched - there are still five minutes left to fight.

    And in these five minutes, Rodritt has one more thing to do.

    "What a pity, you shouldn't have appeared in front of me."

    "That's too much. I'm here to see you for the last time."

    The battle started in an instant.

    With no mercy, the holy blue knight charged forward.  Gorgeous wind-colored wings spread out behind his back, and ripples caused by the impact swept across the battlefield.

    "Mordred!!" Roaring, Roderite cut down his sword.  Yue Yueyin's strike, the white blade came faster than the empty explosion.

    ??????????????????????????????? If it were a mortal, this blow would be enough to secure victory - if struck by a high-powered sword full of magic, even steel would be cut into two pieces.

    But unfortunately, Mordred is not an easy opponent to kill.

    "Rodrit!!" The brilliant Sword of Betrayal attacked from the front.  Fire and loud noises burst out from the intersection of steel, blinding people and deafening them.

    But neither of them stopped.

    Even if vision and hearing are temporarily disabled, the remaining images in the brain are enough to support the next battle.

    ??The sound of continuous fighting erupted in a breath, and even the movement of swinging the sword could not be caught.  From the perspective of a bystander, the two people had turned into blurred light and shadow.

    "Your strength has decreased." In the eyes of others, it may be evenly matched. After all, in this short attack and defense, neither side hit the opponent.  But only Roderite and Mordred knew that in the battle just now, the latter had gained an overwhelming advantage.

    But there is nothing we can do about it.

    Roderite¡¯s injury is too serious.

    Whether it is blood loss or old injuries, the knight's body has been seriously damaged, even if it is reinforced with magic power.  Decline in ability is inevitable.

    "Isn't that a good thing for you?" Roderite laughed and distanced himself again.  As he spoke, he was thinking deeply in his heart.

    His mind was completely awake, but at the same time, he was in terrible pain.

    He knows very well that this is a symptom of magic starting to corrode the brain - with a large amount of blood loss and insufficient supply, he can only use magic to deceive the body.

    How long can you hold on?

    have no idea.

    The brain is different from other parts of the body. As the thinking center of human beings, its damage means the end of life.

    But Roderite had no choice.

    Even if he stopped destroying his brain and driving his body with magic power now, he wouldn't be able to survive.  Now that his blood is almost dry, his death is already doomed.

    So¡ª¡ªshould we just do it more thoroughly?

    "Mordred, it's nice to meet you."

    "¡­¡­What?"

    Unable to understand the meaning of those words, Mordred frowned in confusion.

    Are you trying to delay time?  No, that's not the case - although he didn't know how bad the other party's health was, delaying time because of his own weakness was not in line with Rodritt's style.

    "what does that mean."

    Roderite didn¡¯t answer, just stood there with a smile, his silence was daunting.

    Mordred subconsciously took a step back and raised his sword.  On the brilliant sword, the brilliance of magic is jumping.

    Even if you move your fingers, if Rodrith makes any move, Mordred will rush forward.  Now that the gap in strength is so obvious, few?Confidence that the winner can be decided in five seconds.

    ¡°However, it was clear that Rodritt didn¡¯t move at all¡­

    "This is?"

    ¡­But the wind started blowing.

    The cool wind blows from the north, dispelling the stench of the battlefield.  Roderite raised his left hand high in the wind, as if calling for something, and showed a sassy smile.

    ¡°¡ª¡ªI won¡¯t give you a chance!¡±

    Mordred didn¡¯t even hesitate for a moment and rushed forward like lightning.  The famous sword named T exerted its true power at this moment. The electric arc transformed by magic power penetrated the atmosphere, and shocking explosions were constantly heard in the brilliant light.

    It only takes one time.

    With just one hit, a man named Rodritt will be burned to ashes.

    Although killing Roderite would make him feel sad, at this point, Mordred has no way out.

    She has paid so much and the price is so high - her betrayal of her father will never end here.

    "Brilliant and brilliant¡ª¡ª"

    Raise the blade high and let the thunder gather.  The famous sword, comparable to exca1ibur, symbolizing the succession to the throne, and more dazzling than any silver, slashed at Rodrith in the next moment, and the magical power pouring out was simply despairing.

    "¡ª¡ªWang Jian!"

    Mordred used all his strength to strike with all his might and cut the ground. The brilliant lightning struck the ground, creating terrifying ravines.

    Over a hundred meters of ground was torn apart by the high temperature, and there were ravines with traces of melting. The depth and width were over one meter.

    But it failed to hit.

    At the moment when the lightning was about to engulf the knight, the knight's body turned into a breeze.

    Mordred¡¯s eyes widened and he subconsciously wanted to do something.  But the posture she put in to unleash her sure kill made it difficult for her to move, so she could only stay where she was.

    "Lustia¡ª¡ª!"

    And at this moment, a voice came from mid-air.

    Mordred raised her head subconsciously, and what came into her eyes through the gap in the helmet were six holy green light guns.

    "!!"

    It is impossible to remain motionless.

    Mordred fought hard while waving his t.

    The first and second branches were cut off by the sharp sword, and the third and fourth branches were slid apart by the arm armor.

    But this is already the limit.  The fifth light gun tore into Mordred's shoulder armor, and while the girl was staggering, the sixth light gun shattered the girl's helmet.

    "how¡ª¡ª!?"

    Rodritt dived right behind the light gun, his face full of shock and horror.

    The arms that were so firm in the past were shaken at this moment, and the steely and steady mind also went blank.

    He subconsciously moved the sword aside, away from Mordred's chest - and at the same time, the girl's desperate cry was heard.  The blade of T's sword pierced Rodritt's heart.

    The battlefield seemed to quiet down in an instant.

    Roderite stood in front of Mordred, maintaining the posture of having his heart pierced.

    "Reallythat's it"

    I don¡¯t know whether to cry or laugh, his expression is full of complexity.

    Standing in front of his only friend and the enemy who killed him.  Looking at her familiar face, the Wind Knight sighed in relief.

    "No wonder you never take off your helmetMordred."

    There is nothing more to say.

    The knight's body has begun to collapse.

    The body, which had already shed all its blood, was disintegrating, turning into fragments of light under the erosion of magic power.

    "I'm sorry Rhodes I'm sorry"

    The girl's contradictory whisper sounded in his ears.  Without the obstructive helmet, her voice was softer and weaker than expected.

    There is no way to continue thinking.

    Roderite closed his eyes.  Until the end, he still couldn't forgive Mordred.  Even after seeing that face that looked exactly like King Arthur.

    But to him, none of this mattered.

    "A disgusting world"

    Whispering the last words of his life, he finally stopped breathing
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