"...They were shameless. They smashed my glass first and then my furniture. Isn't this money?"
As the big banshee spoke, she grimaced and hit the coffee table with her fist. The wooden furniture instantly fell apart. With her as the center of the circle, invisible waves spread out with layers of ripples, and the strong wind made it even more chaotic. , a poster floating in the air was torn into pieces.
Alina stared at this scene blankly. She had never seen such an exaggerated scene before. Everything in the apartment floated, and there was a girl standing a few meters away. Her long golden hair hung upside down in the air, with ripples. His vision was folded into several layers.
"The terrifying Origin Stone skill, is it that big banshee?"
The chief of the Knights Association glanced in the direction of the explosion, then put away his gaze. He slowly drew out the sword hanging from his waist. Unlike the too gorgeous weapons of those business knights, the chief's sword looked ordinary. In order to improve It has lethality, the sword is broad and thick, and its weight is twice that of an ordinary knight's sword.
His sword was also burning with azure blue flames, and he swung the sword straight towards the intersection. The air waves rolled, and the smooth asphalt road was instantly torn open with a crack, but just when the sword energy was about to smash the windshield of the convenience store in front When the glass hit, the offensive came to an abrupt end.
In the darkness, illusory figures emerged.
The chief sneered: "Why hide? You guys have nowhere to hide under the sun."
The expressionless man tilted his head. He was dressed no differently than an ordinary office worker. His expression was dull and he lacked verbal expression. The chief's sarcasm seemed to have no effect.
"I've seen a lot of you monsters, and I've never given up invading this land."
The chief swung his sword again. It was also a very ordinary sword. Even the arrogance of the sword body was much restrained.
But the dull man didn't dare to answer it at all. The moment the sword energy flew out, he rolled on the spot to avoid it, and the convenience store behind him collapsed.
…
"You are safe here. The monsters outside are very good at disguising themselves as ordinary people, or in other words, their original appearance, making it difficult for people to detect."
Father Vasily explained patiently to the people who stayed in the church.
"But Father, when will the sun come out?"
"Isn't that the sun outside?"
"No, that might be some kind of lighting equipment."
The priest said softly: "Soon, as long as you wait patiently, the sun will rise as usual."
Maria, who was huddled in the corner, regained a lot of courage, or she was not easily influenced in the first place. When she heard the priest say this, she couldn't help but look at the small sun in the sky a few more times.
She remembered that a ray of light flew out of the church and turned into the sun. Is there really any equipment that can do this?
That doesn't seem to be a device.
"Maria, are you okay?"
The aunt was gentler than usual, which made the girl uncomfortable for a while.
"I'm fine," Maria thought for a while, "Aunt, if one day, I can build an artificial sun, maybe everyone won't have to worry about distant dates anymore."
"What nonsense are you talking about? How is it possible to create an artificial sun? What kind of energy is needed to ignite the sun and illuminate this land?"
Maria was speechless for a moment, she just said this, and had no idea what to do.
She asked again: "Does my sister's light look like this?"
Margaret...
Zofia couldn't help but fall into memories. The Shining Knight back then was like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp. She could indeed use light, but that light was just like herself. Although it was bright, it was inaccessible, unlike the sun in the sky. There is still a big gap.
"Your sister is a great person, a true shining knight of the Linguang family."
Zofia still remembered the glory of her ancestors. Their ancestors defeated Ursus' army with a weak force on the battlefield, and even the Wendigo had to retreat.
Who would have thought that the family has declined so far, that even the family emblem has almost been lost, and the glory of the past no longer exists.
The hard power of the Linguang family is still very strong, as evidenced by the shining knight Margaret.
But times have changed. Casimir actively embraced capital. The ideals and abilities of the old aristocracy were blown away by wind and rain. Desire defeated everything. In the face of money, all glory became worthless and could be trampled on at will.
Zofia is also a competitive knight and has made a lot of money, enough to support the continuation of the Linguang family.
But she is not a direct member. According to Casimir tradition, only Sister Margaret can maintain the family's existence.
It's ridiculous to say that when it comes to money, no one cares about tradition. When tradition requires money to maintain, everyone rushes to say that only people with more money can deserve to have tradition...
Then who first used money to throw tradition to the ground and trample it a few times?
In fact, Zofia doesn't particularly care about the Linguang family. She only cares about her two nieces. Even if the family is really gone, she is still able to raise her two younger generations.
"Sister, she doesn't know where she is."
Maria was depressed.
Zofia comforted her: "Don't worry, Margaret is a very powerful child. She never needs me to worry about her. She will definitely be able to live a good life outside."
"Aunt is obviously not a few years older than us."
"Then you are not allowed to call me sister."
…
The sky was still dark, as if the sun would never shine again.
Only the light source above the Great Knight's collar was still stably maintaining illumination and warmth.
In a corner of the city, a man with brown hair looked grim, his sword was stained with blood, and a body with separated heads fell on the roadside.
Defeating the enemy was nothing. Fighting was taking place in every corner of this mobile city. What he eliminated was a relatively powerful individual.
"The physical strength can reach the lowest level of the liberating power. During the dormant period, it is no different from ordinary people. Once it enters the combat state, the liberating power will quickly consume the life potential. What is the significance of this kind of monster?"
Dark red blood dripped down the blade of the sword. He turned his head, and several figures loomed.
"Are you all here?"
…
"Everyone stay here and try not to move."
Father Vasily pressed his hands, and the church hall became quiet. He then took out the scriptures from the bag on his waist and walked towards the door. Under the steps, a dozen people with stiff expressions were climbing up the steps.
"Poor people are doomed to endless strife."
The tall man opened the scripture, the paper clattered, and after turning each page, the entire scripture closed again.
Suddenly, he sighed: "God has nothing to say to you."
The priest handed the scriptures to his left hand, reached for his belt with his right hand, and took out a revolver. The wings behind him spread out again, as if he would soar into the sky in the next second.
The man's finger presses the hammer.
"Then I can only ask you to rest in peace."
