It seems that the villain is targeting me.

——Lucas.

Gwyneth anxiously searched for her brother in the crowd.

The Tudor family's physical features were quite obvious, and Lucas's height was quite conspicuous among these people, so finding him shouldn't be difficult.

But no, he was nowhere to be found. Gwyneth was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find the familiar figure of her brother Lucas.

The two guards had already engaged in combat with several knights. Both sides were wearing armor, so the two guards could still hold out for a while, but it was only a matter of time before they were knocked down by the enemy.

Gwyneth's eyes kept shifting between the approaching knight and the surrounding crowd.

Her heart was beating chaotically, and time was passing by second by second. However, the constantly changing situation made it impossible for Gwyneth to think effectively. Her rapid heartbeat gradually caused a sharp tinnitus to ring in her ears...

"Gwen."

Xiao Niao held her wrist tightly. Amidst the chaotic tinnitus in her ears, she could hear the bird's voice so clearly.

"Gwen, we have to

"Leave," Xiao Niao's knuckles turned white from excessive force. "The windowsill is over there, let's jump down."

Gwyneth subconsciously turned her head to look over.

The nearest windowsill was only a few steps away, and they could cross it in a few seconds.

This is the second floor, but it is higher than ordinary buildings. It would be dangerous to jump down, but as long as you grasp the landing posture well, there is still a possibility of survival.

"But...but..."

Gwyneth muttered in confusion, her eyes looking helplessly towards the center of the banquet hall, her lips trembling as she searched hopelessly for her brother.

Xiao Niao knew what Gwen was looking for.

But Xiao Niao also understood that if this was a premeditated trap, then Lucas would probably be in great danger now.

If they delay any further, both of them and Lucas will die here.

This is a cruel thing for the loved ones, but someone has to make this decision.

The two guards protecting them were retreating step by step, and the screams of the rebel knights swinging their swords were already close at hand.

One of the guards had already fallen down after being stabbed several times, while the other had given up resistance in despair, dropped his weapon and surrendered.

"Go! Gwen!"

Xiao Niao gritted his teeth and even roughly dragged Gwyneth towards the windowsill.

"Go!" she roared.

The knights behind them finally realized that they were about to jump out of the window. They roared in anger and rushed forward to catch them.

They didn't even have time to unplug the window. Xiao Niao smashed the glass with his elbow, then, ignoring the pain in his wings, hugged the distraught girl tightly and rolled her over the windowsill.

If they were a second late, they would have been unable to escape. The knights' armored hands had almost touched the corners of their clothes.

The whistling sound of the wind blew past Gwyneth's ears, and the magnificent white castle enlarged in her vision and gradually moved away from her. Everything seemed so long that she could even see a knight on the windowsill sticking his head out and looking down.

Then Gwen felt a strong impact and her vision went black for a moment.

Xiao Niao took Gwyneth and did a roll to offset the impact, but this move was not suitable for holding someone, and she inevitably made mistakes.

Something snapped, and the sound was like the breaking of a twig.

Gwen's brain was slightly shaken by the impact, and she could hardly suppress the nausea rising in her stomach. Warm blood flowed down her forehead, and she blinked the blood beads away from her eyelashes.

Her consciousness seemed to be floating in a chaotic ocean, and Gwyneth felt that her hands and feet were heavy as if they were filled with lead.

She didn't have the strength to stand up again. Gwen felt as if there was a void in her heart, and she just wanted to fall to the ground without caring about anything.

But there was a voice that kept nagging at Gwyneth's ear, refusing to let her go no matter what.

"Get up, Gwyneth, get up," the hoarse voice trembled, "stand up."

The blood loss made her feel a little cold, and Gwen tried hard to figure out who the voice belonged to.

She felt someone holding her face with a hand, and warm tears dripped into her ears, making her shiver involuntarily.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep," the man gently patted her cheek, trying to regain her consciousness, "Gwen, don't die here, you can't die here."

Noise.

Shouts and screams.

Something seemed to be on fire in the distance, and she heard the crackling sound of flames.

Gwyneth managed to regain a bit of her willpower, and she staggered to her feet with Xiao Niao's desperate support.

She felt dizzy. Xiao Niao held her hand, and she staggered after Xiao Niao like a sleepwalker. Every breath brought a pain as if her lungs were burning.

But she followed the bird anyway.

This is a way of life, but behind it is a dead end.

They headed towards a completely unknown fate.

Chapter 77: Do you understand the value of the ceiling of combat power?

A little earlier.

In the central open space outside the castle, the knights and their attendants were enjoying the banquet bestowed by the emperor.

The food portions here were several times larger than those at the palace banquet, and the ingredients were more meat-oriented. A bonfire was being set up in the middle of the open space for barbecue, and whole capons and large pieces of bone-in ham were served on deep plates for the guests to enjoy.

Between each table walked many temporarily hired farmers' children - they were responsible for pouring wine for the knights who were sitting and eating, or going to the kitchen to get freshly cut lemons and pearl onions soaked in gravy, and using wooden barrels to collect the leftover soup and the pile of bones on the table.

Qiya is one of them. This little cat is very flexible and works very hard. She has a good reputation in the child labor market in the capital.

Because of this, she was recommended by an acquaintance to work in the imperial city.

And because Xiao Niao had said before that he would take care of the child, Hongyue brought her to the table of official knights, which greatly reduced the child's workload and allowed Qiya to take some time to slack off.

She was very sweet and good at talking, and soon she made the chef in the kitchen happy.

He generously stuffed her with a handful of shortcrust cookies sprinkled with sugar.

While the kitten put the hot biscuits into his mouth and chewed them, he looked curiously at the actors singing and performing in the open space.

Although Qiya had seen a lot of the world, she was still a child after all, and this was the first time in her life that she had participated in such a lively and noisy celebration.

Everything the little cat saw was new and interesting. She curiously glanced at the drunk faces, then secretly glanced at the tall knights, secretly envying the knights' fine attire and the gorgeous patterns on their armor.

Just as Xiao Qiya's eyes were wandering around, she noticed a group of new guests suddenly walked in.

These guests all looked like knights, and the coats of arms on their chests looked unfamiliar. The strangest thing was that although everyone came here to eat, drink and have fun, these people were all wearing heavy armor.

This is a bit like paying 200 yuan for a buffet and then wearing a traditional three-piece suit. Not only does it look out of place, it's also hot, stuffy and heavy.

Those misfit knights walked towards the table where she was, and their steps seemed to be quite relaxed.

Qiya didn't notice anything wrong at first. She jumped off the chair and prepared to go to the kitchen to refill the wine jug - with so many knights coming, it seemed that a lot of wine would be consumed.

But at the moment she jumped off the chair, Qiya suddenly saw someone protected by those knights behind her.

Kitty staggered and stood up straight. Her eyes looked around dully, through the armed knights, and fell directly on the man at the back.

Qiya's eyes fell directly on Wumuda.

Qiya knew this person.

When she was very young, while her father was still alive, Qiya met Umudah - in a very bad and bloody way.

Even long after that incident, this person appeared in her nightmares countless times.

A large amount of blood rushed to her head and her mind exploded with a buzzing sound.

Qiya only felt an unprecedented anger sweeping through every nerve and cell in her body.

Qiya looked at the pair of narrow, inverted triangle-shaped gray-blue eyes. She was too young when she first saw those eyes - she shouldn't have remembered what happened then.

But those devilish blue eyes were firmly engraved in the young kitten's mind like a curse.

The broken hole in the cat's ear felt faintly hot, as if a wound that had healed for years was now bleeding fresh blood because of the sight of its blood feuding enemy again.

Qiya had forgotten everything around her.

She watched Umuda's mouth opening and closing, wondering how long it had been since she last saw this person, but the kitten was immediately overwhelmed by rage: she wanted to kill this man, she wanted to tear him to pieces alive.

Qi Xiaoya has basically never had a serious conflict with anyone since she was a child. Her mother taught her very well, and the adults around her always care and love her. Qiya rarely even fights with her peers.

Umuda brought at least a squadron of knights with him, and the disparity in their fighting power was so great that even the most skilled martial artist would not dare to confront such a team alone.

However, unprecedented hatred clouded Qia's mind. She pulled a knife from the dining table and ran towards Umuda.

Qiya put the knife behind her back. At this moment, she was incredibly calm. She wanted to personally thrust the knife into the heart of her enemy to avenge her father.

The half-human kitten gradually approached the team of knights. Perhaps because Qiya was just a child, those tall and mighty knights did not pay much attention to such a half-grown kitten.

But of course they didn't make way to allow Qia to pass.

One of the knights drove her away impatiently: "Where did you come from, kid? Go away!"

But Qiya seemed to have not heard what he said at all, and continued to rush towards Wumuda with her head down. She held the knife tightly in her hand, and the knife was now covered with sweat.

Seeing that the half-human child was still rushing towards them without any warning, the already treacherous crowd's faces turned ugly. The knight who had just started to drive the child away took a step forward, with a fierce look on his face, and slapped the child in the face, trying to drive the troublesome child away.

However, the next second he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He grabbed the hand that was pierced by the knife and screamed in pain.

"Damn half-human bastard!!!"

The knight roared angrily. He endured the pain, drew the sword from his waist with his uninjured hand, and slashed at Qia angrily.

On the other side, Qiya had lost her only weapon. She gritted her teeth and prepared to roll to the side to avoid the fatal sword.

At this moment, a strong arm suddenly lifted Qiya up from behind, and the sword that she had swung with all her strength fell directly onto the grass.

The unlucky knight who was stabbed by Qiya didn't even have time to blink before the sword in his hand was kicked by someone out of the blue.

The opponent's kick was very clever, and the force was extremely terrifying - the unlucky knight's sword not only directly

It slipped out of my hand, and even my wrist was numb from the force.

The surrounding knights looked at the tall woman who had suddenly appeared, and they all reached for the weapons at their waists. They looked at each other and shouted loudly: "It's her! She is the Red Moon Knight!"

"Kill her!" The leader of the knights drew his sword first.

This was also the last sentence he uttered in his life.

The Red Moon Knight was not wearing armor. She saw the men walking towards her aggressively, each holding a meat cleaver about nine inches long that she had picked up from the table.

The knife was actually quite sharp originally, but because it was covered with too much grease, the edge had become very blunt, and it was even difficult to use it to cut cooked meat.

Hongyue glanced at the knight who was rushing in the front without any warning. She was holding a child in her arms and her shoulders didn't even move. To others, it seemed that the reckless knight had put his neck on Hongyue's blade.

The meat cleaver almost gently penetrated the gap between the knight's neck armor. The knight leaped forward two or three steps under the influence of inertia before falling headfirst to the ground. Blood spurted from his cut throat, staining the sparse grass red.

The Red Moon Knight left the knife in the knight's throat, and took the long sword from the other's hand when they passed each other.

She put Qiya on the ground and told her, "Stand behind me and don't run around."

Qiya clutched the edge of the Red Moon Knight's clothes tightly. The little kitten seemed to have only just begun to feel fear. She tried not to look at the corpse lying on the ground, and said with trembling teeth, "I, I, Sister Luna, I saw Ebony..."

The Red Moon Knight held Qiya's back and gestured for her to retreat. "Well, I saw him. They are here with ill intentions. I will tell Lord Butcher about this immediately. Let's go over there now."

Look at how many people with swords are coming around before you say that!

The kitten huddled behind Hongyue with a sad face.

These knights who came with Umuda are not fools.

They saw their companions being killed in the blink of an eye by the Red Moon Knight with a blunt knife, and died less than five seconds after appearing on the scene. They all acted in groups cautiously, not daring to engage in individual heroism, and instead prepared to engage in some righteous group fights.

The Red Moon Knight held the sword in reverse, controlling the blade steadily. Her hands were like iron clamps. The sword weighing five or six pounds was suspended in the air, but there was not even a trace of unnecessary shaking.

She waited until the knights were about to pounce before taking action. Her lower body remained motionless, and the strength in her arms drove the sword through the air at an extremely fast speed. The next second, three streams of blood mist spurted out at the same time.

Hongyue's quick and light sword actually cut through the necks of three people!

In addition, there was a guy who wanted to take advantage of the Red Moon Knight dealing with the enemy attacking her from the side - he expected that Red Moon would not be able to immediately turn the sword towards him, which absolutely violated the laws of physics!

Then, Hongyue hit him hard between his clavicles with the hilt of his sword. Even through the chain mail, he felt so much pain that his eyes went black and he couldn't breathe. In the end, Hongyue, who had adjusted his posture, killed him without any suspense.

In just a few moments, the ground was littered with corpses, and a vacuum zone appeared around the Red Moon Knight. Her ferocious performance shocked everyone, and the knights looked at each other, and no one dared to move forward.

Little Qiya's admiration was almost overflowing from her eyes, and she only felt that she was surrounded by a strong sense of security!

The kitten thought a little dizzily: This is probably the beauty that Lord Butcher often talks about, the beauty of strength above all else.

She looked at Hongyue excitedly, and felt that the group of chickens and dogs on the opposite side were not worth worrying about at all, and were no match for me and Sister Luna at all!