I Became the King of Villains In the Game

when! Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The crisp sound of sword strikes resounded on the battlefield.

Continuous, tight and loud.

Hundreds of militiamen stopped fighting in a daze, looking at the young men in the field, fighting bloody with one against ten.

There were sixteen people surrounding the boy, Baron Miller and his fifteen knights!

However, the militia team, which was obviously at a disadvantage in numbers around them, had high morale and shouted:

"Master Neil will win!"

"Lucius the Black Horn, brave and fearless!"

Miller looked around at these defected militiamen, his face was ugly.

This kid Neil actually led the team to catch up with him. Ke Lu and the four knights who originally led the team disappeared without a trace. The result can be imagined.

Miller couldn't imagine how Neil had hidden his strength for two years under his nose, and how the other party was able to hold a cross sword and fight against more than a dozen knights without losing the wind.

The opponent's thumb was obviously chopped off by himself!

Miller couldn't believe it.

He raised his eyes and saw that on the distant land, the two sides were confronting each other.

The two parties are my good friends, Baron Karl, the lord of Libo, and Baron Shabatai, the lord of Yadan.

"Damn guy!"

Miller couldn't help cursing.

The failure of my sneak attack plan was obviously caused by my nephew!

"Get out of the way!"

Miller yelled angrily.

He was fully armed and joined the battle with the Lion Sword drawn from his waist, attacking his nephew Neil aggressively.

when! !

Miller slashed hard with his sword, and slashed hard on Neil's cross sword.

His helmet like an upside-down iron bucket approached, and his suppressed roar came from the bottom full of holes:

"You damn bastard! Tell me! Where did you get your strength from! I don't believe that you can secretly train such an ability in just two years!"

Although Neil is already an extraordinary person, his foundation is weak after all, and he is slightly inferior to his experienced uncle in the competition of strength.

Holding the sword in both hands, he couldn't help being pushed back.

But there was no panic on Neil's face, but a sinister smile.

"Miller Dutt, you are scared, I feel you are scared! Hahaha!"

"Mongrel!"

Miller increased his strength and kicked out with an angry kick at the same time.

Boom!

Neil's knees bent at a strange angle, resisting his uncle's greaves. Immediately, his body spun and danced with the help of the force, and the cross sword kept hitting the British lion sword rapidly.

Jingle! !

The more he fought, the more terrified Miller felt.

He could see that Neil not only mastered extremely superb swordsmanship, but also possessed extraordinary flexibility and agility.

"This is the dancing of flames! You learned the mysterious power from Jordan's pastor?! This is impossible! You haven't officially joined the church, even if that guy cares about the past, he won't dare to teach it to you!"

Miller's tone was strange, envy mixed with shock.

"Thomas, Singer, you go together! This bastard must be captured! I will interrogate him!"

He shouted to the rest of the knights.

Immediately, fifteen sword-wielding knights in heavy armor besieged them.

Neil felt unprecedented pressure.

But at this moment, he seemed to put life and death behind him, and only had Miller in his eyes. The cross sword in his hand danced fiercely, and his moves pointed at the weak point and fatal weakness of the opponent's armor.

Dangdang! Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang! !

Sparks are everywhere, and the sound is terrifying.

The militiamen all around exclaimed and retreated.

Clang a few times.

After Neil set aside Miller's Lion Sword, he used his body's flexibility to bend backwards to an inhuman level, deflecting several swords through inertia, but there were too many cross swords attacking from all directions, and his shoulder The leather armor on the back and legs were cut open, leaving deep sword marks.

Blood flowed, and he fought bloody battles.

Even more courageous.

At this moment, Neil turned into a fierce beast on the battlefield, staring at Uncle Miller, fighting with overload.

The high-intensity fighting lasted for several minutes.

With stunned eyes, Miller looked down at the cross sword full of gaps, which had pierced through his chained neck guard and pierced his neck.

Blood flowed down the blade and onto Neil's hand.

The other party was covered in blood and had a hideous face.

There was even a huge gash on the face, and the bones could be seen deep.

Even so, Neil's bloodshot eyes were still staring at him, as if a terrifying flame was burning in his eyes.

That flame contained hatred and hatred, and wanted to devour itself.

"Aren't you very puzzled, where does my strength come from?"

Neil said in a low voice.

"It's not due to Pastor Jordan, but..."

He took a step forward, almost sticking to Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely thin voice:

"I dedicated my soul and flesh and blood to the devil!"

Miller's pupils narrowed sharply.

"You...how did you do it?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell straight backwards.

puff!

Neil also let go of the breath he had been holding so hard at this moment, and with a plop, he knelt down on one knee. He wanted to use the cross sword to support his body, but he heard a soft sound, and the already damaged cross sword snapped off.

He fell to the ground with his cheek pressed against the ground, panting heavily, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Whoa, whoa..."

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

The young man carried more than a dozen knights to besiege him, and blatantly killed Baron Miller!

No one would believe such a deed.

Thomas, Singer and other knights did not rush forward to avenge the lord. Instead, they took off their helmets, looked at the boy on the ground in awe, and respectfully saluted the cross-chested knight.

The gauntlet tapped on the breastplate, making a clanging sound.

"We admire your courage and strength, Your Excellency Neil Lucius."

Knight Thomas, who was originally Neil's swordsmanship coach, said loudly.

He took a step forward with a cross sword in his hand, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Rest assured, you will not be humiliated and you will not feel pain."

As he spoke, he held up the knight's sword, ready to decapitate Neil.

The rising sun illuminated the battlefield, and the sword body reflected the light, showing a dazzling luster.

Hundreds of militiamen watched this scene with bated breath, either in shock or unbearably.

However.

To everyone's surprise -

Neil actually stood up again!

Not only that, he also picked up Uncle Miller's British Lion Sword, stood upright, and looked fearlessly at the fifteen knights and even the rest of the militiamen.

Neil's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Including the deep sword wound on his face!

"Extraordinary power!"

"miracle?!"

"Unbelievable! It's incredible!"

"No... no! This is not the power of flames!"

An atmosphere of awe and even fear is spreading.

The fifteen knights headed by Thomas took a step back in unison. They stared at the young man with shocked and incredible expressions on their faces.

"Thank you, Lord Snake."

Neil murmured something in his heart, and immediately opened his eyes.

He shouted violently:

"kill!!"

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This war did not last too long.

After Neil beheaded five more knights one after another, the remaining ten knights, including Thomas and Singer, surrendered one after another, expressing their willingness to serve for them.

Not to mention the hundreds of militiamen under his command, they were originally persecuted by Miller, and now they are returned to the rule of the heir of the Lucius family of the Black Horn leader, purely sincerely convinced.

Neil simply took this group of people and joined the confrontation between the Libo Territory and the Yadan Territory on the spot. After a while of instigation, he joined forces with the Lord of Yadan, Baron Shabatai, to attack Miller's old friend, Baron Karl.

The fight went into the evening.

Baron Karl was pierced through the heart by Neil's sword, and died on the spot. His knights and militiamen scattered.

Amid the cheers of countless people, Neil officially became Lord Blackhorn.

Before parting, Baron Shabotai also presented a sterling silver token, thanking Neil for his warning. If he hadn't sent the old butler Rolf to remind him, Miller and Carl might have successfully attacked him.

Gaining the friendship of Baron Sabote, Neil returned to Blackhorn Castle with the momentum of a big victory.

late at night.

The lobby of the main building is brightly lit.

Because the original servants were all killed by Neil, butler Rolf temporarily recruited a dozen young maids from nearby villages and cooked a table of sumptuous dishes temporarily.

Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food he had had for more than two years.

half an hour.

He drank red wine and leaned on the chair.

Looking around, looking at this house that I have never left since I was a child, I am filled with emotion.

"Butler Rolf, you didn't disappoint me."

He spoke softly.

"It's all what I should do, my lord... This place should belong to you in the first place, but the Dutt family is like a robber, occupying this place."

The old butler was moved by the scene and shed tears.

Neil knew that this guy was half truthful and half acting, but he didn't expose it, he just sighed with emotion.

He finally got his revenge, but for some reason, he felt empty.

Before he came into contact with extraordinary power, Neil might happily live in the Black Horn Territory, enjoying the status and power of the lord.

But now, his ambitions don't stop there.

Neil wanted to get out and see, to climb higher mountains.

And in this process, he couldn't do without the help of that great being.

"Your Excellency Snake, thank you, praise you, you let me succeed in revenge... I will also fulfill my oath and serve you with my whole life!"

Neil put down the tableware, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Pray sincerely in your heart.

"It seems that you are not willing to stay in this poor country."

Chen Lun said lightly.

Although Neil was surprised that the other party saw through his thoughts, he did not make a fuss, but responded sincerely:

"Yes, Your Excellency Snake... I want to continue on the extraordinary path until I reach the peak. I implore your help!"

"Harvest requires sacrifice, I think you should understand this truth."

"Of course I understand!"

Neil said firmly in his heart.

"Humble Neil Lucius will be your pious servant, driven by your will, even if you pay everything!"

"very good."

His Excellency Snake's calm voice came, and immediately changed the topic:

"But before that, you still need to deal with the Church of Redemption..."

"Um?"

Neil couldn't help showing a surprised and puzzled expression.

However, in the next second.

The gate of the main building of Blackhorn Fort opened with a bang.

Bang!

Four missionaries in blue robes strode in, holding Bibles in their hands.

They each held a candle, and at the end, the gray-haired priest Jordan also followed in, frowning slightly, and looked at Neil at the table with a little worry in his eyes.

"Sorry, Neil, it's all for your own good."

Pastor Jordan said in a deep voice.

Another priest headed by said indifferently in a businesslike tone:

"Neil Lucius, we suspect that you have been possessed by a demon. Now you must accept the test of the Church of Redemption. During this period, you must not resist, let alone escape without authorization... Otherwise, we will have to take compulsory measures!"