Therefore, he never minded showing his dislike for Count Xiyang. After receiving the conscription order, he had planned to leave immediately. If it weren't for the fact that Commander Red knew his character right away, he would not even participate in this operation.
"You are a knight, Belmaren," Red said to him. "What is the mission of a knight?"
"To protect the authority of the Church," Belmaren replied immediately. "The Flintstone Knights are the Church's last trump card and the foundation of our existence. Our first priority is to protect the authority of the Church."
"Narrow-minded!" Red cursed immediately, using a complex expression that Belmaren had never seen on him before: "You said our mission is to defend the authority of the church. I can't say you are wrong, but you must first understand why the church exists?"
"To protect more people." Belmaren said. He could still see this clearly. Whether it was Huishi Orchard or the Knight's School, the Order was the last choice for many poor people who had no other options.
Although many people may not believe in religion at all, think that ancient myths may be exaggerated, or even think that the Goddess of Xieyang is dead, this protection has never changed.
"Then what's the difference between what we are doing and what she is doing?" Red asked, "What is the purpose of protecting the people and defending the authority of the church? Isn't it all for the country? Do you think the church can accomplish anything without Sarah?"
Belmaren didn't say anything this time. This was a bit too complicated and he was never bothered to analyze it from this angle.
"She transferred you there, so go." Red calmed down his initial anger. "Look through her information before you go, or you can go meet His Majesty the Annual Ring and His Majesty the Senar. They will tell you about her contributions to Sarah."
"That number is greater than yours, Belmaren." He tried to warn him in the end, "Don't be so stubborn... I know you basically acted alone in the past, and yes, you don't need cooperation, but this time is different - do you want to live like this forever?"
Belmaren chose to obey orders.
But he retained his autonomy. If he thought that the current judgment and treatment of the case was problematic, he would not cooperate but act on his own.
Anyway, we just need to find the evil elements and eliminate them. Does this really have to trouble so many people?
Not required.
With him, with Belmaren, he could slaughter his way through the Western Parish all by himself with just a set of power armor and a crusher hammer.
He thought so, so when he heard Hitzfeld's "impolite answer" and confirmed that she chose to confront him in this kind of terrain - the prison corridor where it was impossible to dodge the charge, he couldn't help feeling angry.
Didn't she know that of all the cases here, the death of Archbishop Dickert was the most important?
Protection is not indulgence. How can kindness be trampled on like this? Those lower-class civilians and natives dared to unite to do such a thing. These people are the ones who deserve a fair trial!
The power furnace under the chest armor increased its power, and the powder of the golden flint burned wildly. The man in the armor suddenly felt overheated and even scalding all around his body, but he didn't care. White smoke gushed out from the back of the armor and several joints, and he lifted his leg and took a step forward.
Bang!
With just one step, the corridor shook faintly.
You have to know that this is not a shabby little hotel found on the roadside. No matter how shoddy the building is, Fort Sidney is still a prison. Prisons are built with specifications and standards, and no matter how you fool around with it, it won't be much better.
There is only one possibility: the power armor operated by Belmaren can exert stronger performance than other knights, and the degree of strength is much more exaggerated than many people think.
"He's coming! Oh my God! He's coming!!"
The warden was so frightened that he was shaking all over, and with one leap he hid behind the girl... He also knew that it was too late to run away now, and while he felt resigned to his fate, he couldn't help but feel resentful towards the special envoy.
Is there anything you can't talk about in a nice way? This guy is obviously someone you don't want to mess with, why do you have to piss him off here?
Before Hitzfeld could react to the charge, several Silvers nearby took the lead in blocking it.
Led by Ashley - they were also wearing power armor, otherwise how could the warden be so fawning to them right away?
The Flintstone Knight couldn't pretend to be someone he was not, and he knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to offend the strange face accompanied by the tin can.
This guy is so arrogant!
Ashley drove the armor towards Belmaren, dragging the long-handled war hammer behind her, ready to swing.
Just counting the "own camp", it was the first time she saw someone dare to talk to Heath like this!
What kind of cookie are you?
Take my hammer first!
"boom!"
Two Kelward Crusher hammers, which were spinning at high speed at the same time, trajectoried similarly and smashed into each other. What happened was not the usual clanging of metal, but a loud noise similar to an explosion.
"boom!"
There was another loud bang, and Ashley only felt a terrible force coming from the handle in her hand. With her strength, she couldn't control it for a moment, and the hammer head and the hammer body instantly deviated in the air and hit the iron fence heavily.
This is because the head of the hammer is constantly rotating at high speed.
Just like two gears rotating at high speed that are not really fixed, what will happen when they come into contact out of thin air?
Anyone with a little common sense can answer this - both gears will be bounced away by the force generated by each other's rotation, and they will bounce away from each other until the force on their bodies is eliminated.
So Ashley's hammer bounced off... She found that she had underestimated the rotational force of the war hammer. The explosive force at that moment caught her off guard, and because the war hammer hit her crookedly, her middle gate was exposed.
This is not a problem.
——It shouldn’t be a problem.
Because Belmaren's hammer should also bounce off, they both need about 1 second to grip the hammer again and launch an attack.
But things turned out not as Ashley expected, Belmullen's hammer did not bounce off.
The moment the hammer head hit the iron fence, bending the railings and twisting them down, the culprit that bounced the hammer head off - the rotating hammer head of another warhammer had already hit her chest hard.
???????
How did he do it?
Ashley's head is full of question marks, but she has lost the qualifications to stay on the front line.
Compared to the solid breastplate, the force of the hammer's blow was not fatal. It just caused a small dent there and should not damage the power reactor.
But as long as there is contact, there will be a depression! ... Don't forget that the thing in contact with her is rotating at high speed!
Ashley didn't even have time to make a sound. Her whole body was like a part embedded in a rotating gear. Her feet were lifted off the ground and spun to the side at high speed.
"Bang!"
She knocked down half of the wall with her armor, and blue-black brick and stone dust kept falling down. This scene made the warden extremely frightened.
A face to face.
Hitzfeld saw it clearly and had a new assessment of Belmaren in his mind.
Unlike Ashley who didn't notice the opponent's operation at first, she saw it clearly just now. Belmalen quickly twisted the handle of the hammer the moment the hammer touched him. While his body rotated on the spot to unload the force, he controlled the direction of the hammer head according to his own will, allowing it to draw an arc in the air again and stab directly into the opponent's chest!
In other words, his strength was not so great as to exceed the limits of human beings, and he completely relied on his skills to resolve the first wave of attacks.
Ashley was no match for him.
This guy is more ferocious than any gold he has ever seen.
"roll!"
There was another loud noise of collision in front of us, and it turned out that the other silver players blocking the way also spun around and flew out like Ashley.
It's all just a face-to-face encounter.
With just one encounter, the Crusher Hammer would always be able to smash away or dodge the intercepting hammer head, and then imprint its own hammer head fiercely on the enemy's chest.
Fortunately, they were all wearing armor. If this power was used against a flesh body, or even if the flesh body was wearing other armor, as long as the quality of the armor was not up to standard, the person who was hit would have his chest directly crushed.
Including Ashley, there were six people in total. They either smashed down the walls or got stuck in the iron fences. The road was filled with rubble and dust, and the instigator was already spewing steam and rushing towards this side.
Rigid will, abnormal experience. Although the long-handled weapon was not suitable for wide swings in a narrow corridor, he manipulated it like his own limbs.
Hitzfeld's single eye narrowed slightly, and she stood there motionless facing the gold that was being hammered towards her.
Heath——!
Ashley almost had a heart attack when she saw this scene.
She thought back to her experiences on Brays Island, to her final vision of her mother, and to her disappearance in the bright, blazing sunlight.
It seemed familiar, and there was nothing she could do.
At the last moment, Belmaren's violent heart suddenly sobered up. He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was an important official of the kingdom, and it would be very troublesome if he killed her.
And she's just a defenseless woman. Am I crazy to take such a character seriously?
With this thought, the trajectory of the hammer changed slightly in mid-air. According to the original trajectory, the hammer would hit the girl's forehead, but after the change, it should hit the ground by brushing the tip of her nose.
That's enough.
Belmaren thought.
Teach her a lesson. I believe that after this she will know that she is not in control of the situation. What is going on?
With his eyes wide open, he still hadn't understood what was happening when a terrifying force came from the hammer head. Belmaren was caught off guard and unprepared, and the hammer in his hand flew out, spinning violently and hitting the ceiling.
boom! ! !
Another cloud of dust fell, and then the hammer came down with a clang, embedding itself right in the center of the floor.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Warden, several Silvers, as well as Ashley, and even Belmullen himself.
They all paused their movements and facial expressions for a moment because they found that they could not understand what was happening in reality.
Such a powerful impact was stopped?
How did you stop it?
Wasn't she standing there without moving?
"pick it up."
It was Hitzfeld who took the initiative to break the silence.
She signaled with her eyes for Belmaren to pick up the hammer.
"pick it up."
"Let's try again."
"..." Even Ashley felt that the sarcasm in these words was a bit too strong. It was certainly very satisfying, but she angered this person... wasn't that a good thing?
Belmaren said nothing, but reached out and pulled out the hammer, bringing it down on her again.
There was no holding back this time. If she couldn't block it, her head would be smashed.
"Zheng!"
But the hammer head was suddenly bounced away just a few centimeters away from her, dazzling sparks burst out in the air, and the hammer head tried to slip out of her hand again due to the rotational force.
Belmaleon was prepared this time. He used the previous technique again to relieve the force by rotating his calves, waist, abdomen and shoulders. He swung the hammer down again and again, launching a crazy attack!
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng——!"
After multiple attempts and multiple angles, Belmaren finally saw clearly that the culprit that caused the hammer head to bounce back every time was actually just an ice needle?
This ice needle is about the length of a palm, crystal clear, and extremely fast. It does not appear before the hammer falls, but only appears at the moment it falls!
Appearing spirit?
Although he didn't show it on his face, Belmaren was extremely shocked inside.
Logically speaking, there is no way any living being could block his hammer.
The extraordinary people who rely on nightmares have limitations. They cannot directly interfere with reality until they "manifest their spirits". Even if they do, how can the stability of the power manifested by nightmares be comparable to that of steel and gunpowder?
As you hold on to this power, your heart is also being polluted! The tighter you hold on, the deeper the pollution. If you can no longer hold on and feel unable to face that nightmare, the soul you rely on will be shattered and collapsed immediately!
So he was shocked - how many times had the two sides collided head-on?
Even though the ice needle only appeared for a moment and the time she used it was generally very short, but what level of collision was this?
How can she stay calm?
Hasn't she collapsed yet?
The longer they attacked, the more annoyed Belmaren became. He felt that things shouldn't have turned out this way, and he couldn't accept that the extraordinary people whom he had always looked down upon and regarded as potential rebels could actually have such abilities.
"I've seen techniques similar to yours before."
Hitzfeld spoke again.
Of course she could speak - unlike Belmaren who needed to keep swinging the hammer to exert force and was unable to speak because of this, she did not need to move when standing still, and she could use the air in her chest to make sounds.
