Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

In terms of jumping out of airplanes to escape, the Knights of Light who had cultivated the Sacred Fighting Qi did not have an advantage over the other knights.

Other than the high-ranking silver knights and a portion of the middle-ranking silver knights who had better luck, none of the other members of the Knights of Light were able to survive the plane crash.

Although the Knights of Light had a squadron of more than a hundred people, after Eric's fight, only a third of them were able to board the helicopter, and among them, there were only six or seven high-ranked Silver Knights.

Together with the lucky middle-ranked Silver Knights, there were a total of twelve people who survived.

These twelve people had all been locked by Eric.

A pre-heaven peak expert, with the help of an instantaneous transfer to go after twelve characters who were not yet first-rate enough, how could the outcome be in doubt?

But in two minutes. Eleven Silver Knights were killed one by one, and only the last one was left.

Eric was in no hurry and slowly walked over. In his senses, that knight had stayed in place and did not move.

In a straight line distance of less than a hundred meters from the foot of the mountain, the last survivor of the knight sat on the ground, the removed helmet and broad-bladed two-handed sword thrown together at his side, his hands holding his left ankle, his face full of pain, to be jumping to escape the broken foot.

He didn't notice the terrifying enemy until Eric came three meters in front of him. Just when he wanted to reach for his sword, his right calf was hit by Eric's kick.

There was a clear "click".

The knight's calf bent into a strange shape and fell with a wail.

Eric stepped on the knight's right hand that was already touching the hilt of his sword, and with his Turkish scimitar pressed against his chest, he asked indifferently, "Where are your quarters?"

The knight shook his head firmly.

Without a word, Eric put his foot down. It crushed his right hand raw.

The knight's high-pitched scream rang out at once.

After a few seconds, it was forced to stop again.

Eric expressionlessly stepped on his already deformed right hand and slowly crushed it.

The knight hissed in agony, struggling desperately, trembling and writhing, his left hand pushing futilely against Eric's leg that seemed to weigh like a million pounds but was powerless to break free.

"Tell me where your quarters are and I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

The knight bit his lip, dripping blood, but still shook his head doggedly.

It was quite chivalrous!

Eric, although he appreciated his performance more, did not intend to let him go and continued to crush his hand harder.

Soon, the intense pain made that knight faint.

The hand was still spasming involuntarily.

In the distance, there was a faint roar of a car engine, listening to its sound, it should be a high horsepower sports car.

Puffing ...

An ear-splitting sound of brakes rang out, and Eric knew that the sports car had stopped on the road behind him.

However, Eric didn't care that someone saw him in the act and changed direction, intending to take the rider's other hand as he had done.

"Stop!"

With an angry shout, a silver-white, broad-bladed, one-handed sword instantly spanned a distance of nearly a hundred meters and stabbed Eric in the back.

Eric frowned slightly, turned around, and blocked.

In the next moment, the swords violently clashed together, and the sparks erupted into the air, setting off two outstanding faces. One was angry, and the other was bland.

Both of them were stunned as they took a good look at each other, probably neither of them had expected the other to possess such outstanding looks. Although his opponent was a playful western maiden, Eric did not show any mercy, his internal force surged out and shook the maiden back nine steps.

The western girl stood opposite Eric, gasping angrily, in a well-fitting evening gown, with her beautiful face, she looked like a noble lady from a famous family.

However, when this dress for a high-class banquet was added to the silver-white wide-bladed one-handed sword clutched in the young girl's hand, it gave off a rather strange feeling.

Looking at the young girl's weapon, Eric raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you also from the Church?"

Even though her eyes were filled with indignation, the young girl still raised her sword as a salute and said, "Squadron Leader Christina of the Rumba Squadron of the Knights of Light of the Papal States has met Your Excellency."

Eric's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, he did not expect that this young girl, who looked to be less than twenty years old, was a squadron leader guarding a large parish!

Through the Eye of Truth, the strength of the young girl was visible to Eric.

Not bad at all!

Although it wasn't comparable to a high-ranking Golden Knight like Meyer, it still had the strength of a first-ranking Golden Knight.

Glancing obliquely at the unconscious knight, Eric asked blandly, "Do you want to save him? Or do you want to kill me?"

Christina probably did not expect Eric to ask this, and paused before saying, "Why would I want to kill you?"

Eric was slightly stunned. Saying, "You don't want to kill me? Then what's the point of coming here?"

Christina blushed slightly and said, "I was originally attending a close friend's birthday ball, but suddenly I heard about a mission, and when I rushed back, I realized that everyone had already left ..."

The young girl's tender and youthful performance made Eric couldn't help but laugh slightly, "So you didn't have time to change your clothes before you drove over here?"

Christina nodded with some embarrassment.

However, when her eyes touched the knight on the ground, her eyes rose angrily again, that cute fickleness unique to teenage girls, making Eric's ground smile couldn't help but widen a little.

"Now you should know that I am the target of your mission, right?"
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Christina nodded wordlessly, her gaze gradually becoming firm and stern. The young girl's towering chest was rising and falling violently.

Pale yellow-colored holy light surfaced on the broad-bladed sword, flickering brightly and darkly in rhythm with the young girl's breathing.

Looking at her with a stance that she was about to strike, Eric blandly stated a fact, "You are not my opponent!"

Christina had a martyr's expression on her face, "For the glory of God, even if I'm not your opponent. I will not back down!"

Although Eric didn't want to make a move against this young girl who appeared a bit cute, Eric wouldn't be merciful if she was looking for death herself.

Taking a step forward, Christina straightened her sword and stabbed it towards Eric.

Eric casually flipped his hand, "when" a loud sound, the silver-white wide-bladed sword that was stabbing at his chest was stopped by a Turkish scimitar.

Christina had not only just reached the gold level in terms of fighting qi, but her fighting skills were also far inferior to Meyer's. Even if she did not rely on her power, she could only rely on her fighting skills.

Even if she didn't rely on her feats of strength, just based on the variation of her moves, the young girl was also suppressed without the power to fight back.

After a dozen rounds, Eric turned the Turkish scimitar a few times, a pull, a lift, and a draw, the sword in the girl's hand that still had a slight golden light was twisted out of her hand, drawing a golden trajectory and falling into the grass ten meters away.

Eric took advantage of the situation to step forward and was about to slash Christina's uncovered chest when he was dragged by his leg.

The Turkish scimitar was brought crookedly, and only made a slash on the well-made evening dress, causing the girl's white and attractive plumpness to be exposed in front of Eric's eyes.

But Eric was not attracted by it, instead, he looked down.

That originally unconscious knight had woken up at some point.

The only intact left hand desperately wrapped around Eric's calf, causing Eric to stab without success, but instead, there was the suspicion of molesting the girl.

Eric's internal power surged, shocking the knight away, but he immediately grabbed Eric's trouser leg with his armor-gloved left hand, clutching it in a death grip, hissing in a weak voice, "Chief! Lord Misus and Lord Moratti are dead, and the brothers have all been wiped out... you're no match for this devil... hurry up! Get the message up ..."

Eric frowned and didn't lash out again, he didn't want to be bare-legged by then.

It was just a slash of the scimitar that sent the knight's left arm flying out of his body.

But instead of howling, the knight spasmed and lunged, biting down on Eric's pants leg, red blood foaming from his mouth, soaking the "priceless" slacks that Merly had designed and cut by hand.

As she watched her teammates fight to the death to stop the dreaded enemy, Christina retreated with a snarl and a tear in her eye.

She knew the priority of the matter, from the short exchange of hands just now, she could tell that she was not a match for the person in front of her, and if she stayed here, the only result would be death!

She didn't fear death, but didn't want to die a worthless death!

The defeat of an Archbishop, a Bishop, and a squadron of Light Knights was the greatest loss suffered by the Holy See in the last fifty years!

This matter must be reported!

The blasphemer must not be allowed to go unpunished ...

Looking at the knight's pained and unyielding eyes, Eric couldn't help but sigh quietly, but the scimitar in his hand slashed downwards without pause.

Immediately, that knight's body and head were separated, but a hint of a satisfied smile surfaced on his head that was detached from his torso.

Looking at the high-powered sports car that drove away at breakneck speed, Eric shook his head and sighed, not pursuing any further.

For one thing, because that teenage girl did not participate in the siege of him and those blood girls, Eric's anger towards her was not very strong.

Secondly, it was also because the spirit of the rider who tried his best to stop him was quite appreciated by Eric.

After purifying the bloody environment of the scene with his "Overwatch", Eric raised his steps down the hill to do the final cleanup.