The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Huh, huh"...

Gryffindor clutched his injured right arm, propping himself up with the sword stuck to the ground.

"You are strong, but your sword is too weak."

Favaro vigorously shook off the blood on the tip of the gun, and a blood line was stained on the white wall.

"Even if an ordinary sword is polished and maintained, it cannot cut off Mithril's armor at all."

When he said this, the knight commander gently stroked his breastplate with his fingers, and there was a shallow dent on the metal surface as smooth as a mirror.

Gryffindor just bought this opportunity at the cost of his own arm. Unfortunately, the sword in his hand is just an ordinary iron sword, which is useless against such hard armor.

"Logically speaking, I lost. If I only wore ordinary clothes like you, I would have died in your hands a long time ago."

The knight commander pulled out the spear stuck on the ground, and then slowly walked towards Gryffindor.

"However, it is a pity that wars are never fair, and it is your fault that you are weak."

"I, God's Punishment Knight Favaro Leone, hereby sentence you to death!"

The knight raised the spear in his hand high and stabbed Gryffindor.

"clang"!

With a crisp metal crash, the long spear in the knight commander's hand was blocked by something, and then plunged into the floor next to him.

"Tsk, the dagger after 1,000 years can be so strong."

Gryffindor held the slightly deformed dagger in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Interesting, a dagger with no energy fluctuations can actually poke my spear, it seems that the wizard is not useless."

This time, the knight commander rounded his spear and swept it down with the barrel of the spear.

Gryffindor swiftly fell to the ground, and the gun barrel swept the table next to him against his scalp.

With a loud click, the solid solid wood table was smashed into pieces.

"It's time for Rowena to trouble me again"...

Gryffindor patted his robe, which he had given to Ravenclaw to mend the hole last night, and then nimbly flashed past the spear pierced by the Knight Commander.

"Mr Gryffindor, your sword"!

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flashed across the stairs not too far from the two of them.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the railings that were still intact just now were blown away by the strong wind, and the floor spread in the shape of a broken cobweb.

The air, smeared with fire and blood, raised rubble and smoke, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

"Ah, you jumped from it too".

Gryffindor wiped the blood that was about to block his vision, and then spit out the dust and blood in his mouth.

"Run with your principal, and I can stop him for a while. As for that sword, you can take it away yourself. My hand is injured. Don't take it easy. These few are called Holy See lackeys."

"who are you"?

Favaro raised the spear in his hand vigilantly.

"Oriental"?

The smoke and dust in front of him gradually dissipated, and a young man dressed in a strange but unexpectedly handsome costume walked out.

"Are you from the Song Empire in the East? Please step aside. We are ordered by the Pope to kill these plague-making wizards, which has nothing to do with nobles like you."

The knight commander planted his spear on the ground, then tilted his head slightly forward in respect.

As a knight with a certain status, Favaro has also heard a little about some things in the East.

Legend has it that there is gold everywhere, and even ordinary civilians have physical skills that can easily knock people down, and the people there are very graceful, completely different from some nobles who sleep when they are full.

The empires of the East are rich enough to put on heavy armor for every ordinary soldier and to eat food that can feed his stomach.

And there are some beings that are close to God, who can call the wind and call the rain.

Favaro seriously doubted that those so-called celestial masters were actually wizards, but no one wanted to offend that huge empire, so naturally no one dared to say such things.

Therefore, knowing that the other party is suitable for wizards and is likely to be a wizard, Favaro decisively gave the other party a step, hoping that he could retreat.

"I'm sorry, I'm a wizard. If I remember correctly, the Pope should ask you to kill every wizard and then cut off their heads and take them back to count"?

Zhang Qi glanced at Gryffindor, and after confirming that he could not die temporarily, he raised the sword in his hand.

"Mr. Godric clearly defeated you just now, but was defeated by you because of the advantage of your equipment. Is this the morality your knights follow?"

Zhang Qi made a provocative speech, and then clenched the hilt in his hand.

"This gentleman from the East, I don't know how you view Western Europe, but the dignity of knights should not be offended"!

After hearing this, the knight commander suddenly sank his face, and blue veins popped up in the hand holding the spear.

"Do you want to fight me?"

Zhang Qi said with a smile.

"Since a noble from the East has given me a sincere invitation, then I will naturally respond to your request"!

Favaro pulls out his long

My dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ Gun, and then I saluted Zhang Qi.

"God's Punishment Knight Favaro Leone, dare to ask your name"?

"Qirol Zhang".

Zhang Qi also crossed the Scottish broadsword in his hand and reported his name.

"It's so sweet, it even reported the name you used in Europe."

The knight commander said lightly.

"Child, hurry up and withdraw, your life is more important than ours"!

Gryffindor roared anxiously, but began to cough violently just as he spoke.

"I will not bully a child with this armor and such a long spear, and I will use my own knight's sword like you do."

Favaro was a squire behind him to help him take off his armor, and then took his sword from another squire on the side.

The sword was unsheathed, and it was engraved with the same intricate patterns as the sword in Zhang Qi's hand.

It was also an alchemical weapon.

"So, who will attack first"?

The corners of Zhang Qi's mouth rose slightly, then raised his head and gave a mocking smile to the knight commander.

"Why is this child's eyes so yellow"?

The knight commander turned slightly to the side, avoiding the eyes that were not very comfortable for him.

"You come first, the knight will never take the initiative to the child."

"Okay, I'll be here first."

Zhang Qi smiled slightly, and then suddenly disappeared in place.

"not good"!

The knight commander suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming from his right rear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At a critical juncture, he raised the sword in his hand, intending to block the opponent's attack.

"Crack"!

With a crisp sound of metal being cut, a flash of light erupted at the intersection of the two weapons' blades.

The Scottish broadsword, like a kitchen knife cutting through tofu, cut through the great sword of the knight representing the top of the Holy See's alchemy, and then slashed at the knight commander with undiminished power.

Today's sword is no longer that sword, and the one who really holds the sword is no longer the cold but very gentle person, but the tenant of his body.

But renting a house always has to pay some rent, and the sword is the rent paid by that tenant.

Greed flashed bright sparks as it cut ferrite, and death embraced the knight of God's punishment with sharp wind blades.

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Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^