The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Enemy attack!"

After hearing the knight's roar, the leader of the caravan did not panic as they expected, but immediately summoned everyone to form a very organized formation.

The leader, who was as strong as a black bear, pulled out the long sword that was full of gaps but was still terrifying. It was only then that the knight saw the pattern hidden under the leader's bloated cloak.

Octagonal cross.

On the carriage that the leader was riding in, after he left the driving position, there was a hidden badge. It was engraved with two Templar knights holding shields and spears sitting on a horse. The shield was painted with There are red crosses.

"Knights Templar?!"

The knights who should have been strangled under the king's order tomorrow morning actually appeared on their territory. No wonder the Scarlet family had to dispatch such a luxurious lineup to attack this "caravan".

"Interesting." The guarding knight was not in a hurry to reprimand Remilia for her unauthorized actions. It would be better to say that because of her chaos, the opponent's defense force was obviously tilted towards that car.

"Did this monster feel something there?" The knight squinted his eyes, thoughtfully. Immediately, he called the others and attacked the carriage together.

The leader of the Templars was indeed extraordinary. It should be said that it was already remarkable that he could survive the king's order to hang himself.

He bent down slightly and quietly hid his figure in the attacking team, hiding among the many knights. When he approached the leader, he thrust out the strongest sword.

Compared with the knight's upright sword and sword, his movements were very much like those secret thieves. The vicious sword pierced the Templar's shoulder, but that could only go so far.

The Templar's counterattack actually cut off his weapon, and the knights couldn't help but retreat. The huge body gave them an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

The Templar Knight pulled out the half-severed sword on his shoulder with his bare hands. He didn't care when blood was pouring out. Instead, he looked at the guarding knight with calm eyes and said, "It's time to end."

"Yes, it's time to end." The guarding knight casually threw away the other half of the broken sword in his hand, and in the next second, screams came one after another from behind.

The Templar Knight turned around in shock and anger, and saw that the convoy behind him was on the verge of being completely destroyed, and the girl who had accomplished all this was looking at him with a pair of eyes as bright as blood.

The black robe that was initially used to hide the identity was taken off, revealing the harmless face and thin body, but what frightened the Templars the most was the pair of blood-stained bat wings on the girl's back.

"demon!!"

In shock, the powerful Templar didn't even have time to make any move before he was pierced through the heart by Remilia's young arm.

boom.

The huge body of the Templar fell straight to the ground. His expression slowly returned to calmness from shock and anger. In the end, he held the cross pendant on his chest with his last hand and fell into eternal sleep, with a little relief on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the Templar, Remilia was temporarily absent-minded, but soon a deep pain made her curl up on the ground, covering her chest.

Her whole body was covered in strange spells, and the strong burning and suffocating sensation made it impossible for her to even scream.

And it was the knight responsible for guarding her who did all this.

He walked past Remilia with an indifferent smile, picked up the Templar's sword, and said lightly: "This is the punishment for your unauthorized actions."

Without the right to plead or the possibility of bargaining, the knight unilaterally recognized Remilia's mistake and punished her.

As the pain in her body gradually subsided, the intensity of hatred in Remilia's red pupils deepened.

The degree of damage to the knights was only minor injuries to the two unlucky guys, which can be said to be minimal. This is the power of Remilia. The role that inhuman things can play in such a small-scale battle is Unimaginably huge.

The guarding knight briefly confirmed the damage, then led everyone to the carriage guarded by the Templar knights, and lifted the black cloth covering it. Inside lay an unbelievably exquisite figure. box.

Compared with this dilapidated caravan that looks like a fugitive, this box should be more like the kind of art that is displayed in the king's bedroom for appreciation.

The only flaw should be the small bloody handprint. This should be left after the monster touched it, right?

The guarding knight showed a mocking smile. Although he didn't know what the thing that the Templars guarded so carefully was, it must have a special seal. It would be a fool's errand to touch such an inhuman thing at will.

While sighing, the guarding knight suddenly felt a few special eyes. He was startled for a moment, and immediately stopped other people's thoughts of peeking into it with his eyes: "Leave a few people to deal with the traces here, and the rest will take this box together with the carriage." Take them back together, you must have killed the horse by mistake, right?"

The last sentence was obviously a question to Remilia on the ground, but the horse was there and anyone could see it. The knight's question seemed to have a stronger meaning of humiliation.

The battle happened so quickly that the horses were caught by the knights before they could even escape.

Remilia bit her lips resentfully and said nothing. She looked down at her palms, which were as if they had been burned by red-hot iron. The blood was dripping horribly. This was the result of touching the box she had just touched.

If it wasn't for the restriction on the box that she couldn't get close to at all, she would have sent all these damned knights to hell by this time.

She had a hunch that there must be something connected to her destiny. The incredible thread had connected her to that thing before she was born.

The knights took her back to the castle as cargo, and as punishment for her unauthorized actions, Remilia was once again imprisoned in the basement.

She was alone in the dark dungeon. No one talked to her, and no one paid attention to her calls. She could only wait mechanically for the next chance to leave here.

However, she had her own guess about the box, probably the Scarlet family was preparing for the second ceremony.

Because of the previous ceremony, Scarlet's wealth accumulated over the years only resulted in an unpopular "failure" like himself, so it was inevitable to do it again.

Her guess was correct. Scarlet was really preparing for the second séance ceremony, but this time he not only prepared sacrifices for demons, but also sacrifices for gods.

"My lord, what is that?" The guard knight frowned and looked at the box placed in the Advent Circle, not understanding for a while.

"Gangnir," the old man, who was as old as a dead tree, said in a strange, thin voice that sounded like a child crying at night: "According to legend, it is the weapon of the Nordic gods."

"Unexpectedly." Shock flashed in the guard knight's eyes, and he asked in puzzlement, "But why is it a Templar?"

"Faith cannot drive people forward, only strength can. I am afraid that in order to regain the glory of the past, they have long given up on their own gods." The old man did not care about the thoughts of those eliminated by history.

The guard knight thought of the expression on the Templar's face when he died, and didn't say anything to comment on the old man's speech.

The ceremony was soon ready, the old man pushed back the others, pointed to the box and told the knight: "Take it out and put it on the altar."

"Yes." The knight stepped forward slowly, opened the box and took out the spear that seemed to be coated with a layer of rust. The smell of time was so pungent that he even doubted whether this thing could still be used as a weapon.

On the other side of the spear, the magic sword Levadin, burning like a flame, was lying quietly. Compared with this so-called god's weapon, he felt that the devil's sacrifice was more reliable.

Two weapons were placed on the altar, with a crying baby girl in the middle, another Scarlett chosen child.

The knight retreated behind the old man and listened to the old man chanting ancient incantations. The wind slowly began to rise in the closed room, and the magic sword seemed to be ignited. The raging flames made the knight couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The power of the magic sword was gradually integrated into the baby girl's body, but on the contrary, Gungnir did not respond at all.

Both the old man and the knight had gloomy expressions. The power of the devil was not enough. It would just create another Remilia. To avoid this, they deliberately used the weapons of gods as auxiliary tools.

Unfortunately, it still failed.

Just when the power of the magic sword was completely integrated into the baby girl's body, Gangnir was still silent. When both of them thought the ritual had failed, suddenly, a change occurred.

Gungnir, who was motionless at first, suddenly trembled, and the ugly rust on it slowly peeled off, revealing the scarlet gun body inside.

The old man's cloudy eyes revealed an obsessed look, and he almost fell to his knees for this powerful force, but the knights at the side sensed something was wrong.

The ceremony should have ended. Theoretically, the ceremony ended long after the magic sword was fused. Gangnir was obviously not awakened for the purpose of fusion. So, what awakened it?

Looking left and right, the knight froze on the spot. He finally discovered that the thing that awakened Gangnir was Remilia's blood that was left on the box.

"Damn it, do you mean...?!" The knight pulled out the long sword he took from the Templar in fear, but Gangnir suddenly burst out with powerful power.

As if wanting to vent out the anger that had been abandoned all these years, with Gungnir as the center, violent bloody turbulence swept the entire castle.

Except for the baby girl who was protected by the magic sword Levatin, the only survivors were——

Jingle.

Remilia watched in surprise as the restraints on her arms and necks fell off one by one, and there were several knights who had lost the breath of life lying in front of the prison door that was broken by powerful force.

She stayed where she was for a moment, and immediately rushed towards the room of the Advent Ceremony.

I ran all the way to the ceremony room. The door here had been destroyed by an unknown force. The blue flames were burning all around, strange and penetrating.

Stepping into it, the corpses of the old man and the knight were on the ground. Looking up towards the altar, there was a strange figure there.

Wearing strange clothes that were incompatible with the times, the young man held a baby girl who had stopped crying in his left hand, and carried a bloody spear in his right hand. Perhaps he noticed his appearance, and he walked towards here step by step.

Looking up at this tall figure, Remilia was surprisingly not afraid, and just stared at him quietly with her eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, but the mysterious young man knelt down and knelt down.

"I came to follow the call, and I ask you——"

Under Remilia's dull eyes, the boy handed out the baby girl in his arms: "This is your sister, please sign for it. Her name seems to be"

He lowered his head and took a closer look at the remaining parchment fragments on the baby girl's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "Ah, I found it. It's called Flandre, Flandre Scarlet."

Remilia blankly hugged the "sister" that the boy handed to her, and then said, "Who are you?"

"Me? Me," the boy raised his smile with a smile that seemed to be suppressed: "I am the greatest demon king in the world, and my name is Onii-chan."

"Oh, Ni-chan?"

"Well, you can call me that from now on."

".Are you kidding me?"

PS The previous book has returned