In fantasy legends, the image of an old sword fairy often appears, who is free and easy, and has no informality in life, looking like an ordinary old naughty boy, but at the moment of crisis, his total ability to turn the tide and show unparalleled strength.

In particular, the plot image of the sword immortal driving thousands of swords to kill the enemy is even more heroic and extraordinary.

Hugo couldn't wield ten thousand swords, but he thought that his black spear was no less than the sword array of any sword fairy, and his own blasphemous power was inexhaustible in comparison.

But when facing the Pope at this moment, there was really a sense of oppression in his heart facing the Sword Immortal.

There were fifteen scepters in and around the Pope's hands, which did not seem like a lot, but Hugo knew that the new fourteen scepters were not scepters in the real sense of the word, but fourteen lives to be exact.

The scepter of the little Arka member, all incarnated as the Pope's weapon.

At this time, Hugo really felt the fear, and he could fight with the Pope with all his might, but if the other party had fourteen members of the Little Arka to join, the strength of their mutual cooperation was definitely not something he could face, and even if the paper kite was present, he would not have any chance of winning.

The Pope's pale face finally recovered a trace of blood, and the look in his eyes also stabilized, it can be seen that the Pope at this time can be said to be full of confidence, and he is one hundred and twenty points sure of defeating Hugo.

Hugo suddenly grinned bitterly, and this time the bitter smile really came from Hugo's heart.

"Are you kidding, and this kind of operation?"

"There are many things you can't think of," the Pope said. ”

Hugo nodded and said, "The combination of the power of the Great Arka and the Arka power makes people feel terrible when they think about it. ”

"So the previous TAROT never really showed its fangs, and you're honored to be the first person to experience this treatment," said the Pope. Even if you go to hell, you are completely proud. ”

Hugo thought for a moment and said, "Although I am the first blasphemous person to experience this treatment, I am not the first person to experience this treatment, or I am not the first person to experience this treatment. ”

The Pope's face changed slightly when he heard this, and Hugo continued: "Many people have always been unable to understand one thing, that is, everyone speculates that Tianying was destroyed by TAROT, but they can't think of who has the power to destroy the world, even if the four current blasphemers join forces, they will never be able to do this. But now I have an idea. ”

"If there are four great Arka members who can each combine with the little Arka members to form a power system, and these four power systems are fused together, then the power generated will be endless. That power might really... Destroy one side of the land. ”

Hugo looked at the Pope quietly, his eyes searching for the answer on his face.

The Pope was silent for a moment, then relieved: "You are very smart. ”

Hugo, who got the answer, nodded, and then he frowned and said: "Whether it is the laser stadium time or the destruction of Tianying, you have shown an extreme method, your attack has no difference and direction, it is completely a kind of slaughter. ”

The Pope said coldly: "Although those people are innocent, there is no way for them to be in that whirlpool. ”

Hugo shook his head and said, "I don't care about your ideas, I just think of a question, these things seem to have happened since the appearance of your new leader, the Fool, right?"

The Pope was stunned when he heard this, and an ugly blue appeared on his pale cheeks.

Hugo said: "Although TAROT was unruly and interfered in many dishonorable things, it has never been so extreme. But in recent times, what they have done has become more and more insane, even to the point of outrageousness. It seems that your new leader is really going to be comparable to the leader of the *** mad demons. ”

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense. The Pope roared angrily, his eyes filled with rage.

Hugo said: "Very angry? Haha, it seems that you, the 'religious leader', have really been brainwashed and controlled, and it is no wonder that religion in history has always been a vassal of politics, and those tragic religious wars actually have little to do with the essence of religion." ”

The Pope took a deep breath, and then suddenly let out a series of sneers: "Hugo, you now know that you are dying, and you can only speak quickly." Now I'm tired of your words, let me die!"

Hugo shook his head and spit out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest and said, "Okay, I have to admit that you are very strong now, and I can't fight against you." But don't take me too seriously, even if I die, I'll break a few of your scepters before I die. ”

As he spoke, black moirés flowed from his arm and gathered in his hand, and then a heavy black giant sword materialized out.

The Pope sneered: "Fools talk about dreams. Then the scepter in his hand waved, and two golden rays of light suddenly appeared, and the two scepters had smashed heavily towards Hugo.

...

"Things are starting to get interesting. ”

Li Du's eyes stared at the sky, with a somewhat relaxed smile in his eyes.

The old driver's brows furrowed, he already felt the irresistible power emanating from the Pope's blasphemous realm in mid-air.

"This power is beyond his reach. ”

Li Du shrugged his shoulders and said: "I know that this power is beyond anyone's resistance, even if you and I join forces to help him, we can't win, after all, the other party is more than a dozen people." ”

The old driver said, "Why don't you become such a bystander?"

Li Du said, "Do you have any good ideas, or can you break through into the realm of the desecrated?"

The old driver shook his head solemnly.

Li Du said: "So, now we have no way to help him, only he can help him." If he's strong enough and lucky enough, try to break through that realm, and if he can break through the realm, everything will change completely. After a pause, Li Du then said: "Hey, now let's do what we can, Wei Wei to save Zhao." ”

The old driver realized immediately, and immediately stepped out of the protection of the surrounding templar guards, and walked straight to the nearest war.

The hermit has not made a move, silently observing the battle situation of all parties, whether the battle situation is favorable to his side or not, he is indifferent, and always remains in a state of inaction.

Of course, the hermit will show up on his own initiative, so he will not stand idly by, and in fact his appearance proves that he is ready to join the frontal war.

The hermit has also been paying attention to the momentum of Li Du's side, although he has never attacked Li Du and his party, but his falcon-like eyes have always observed his every move.

After all the members of the scepter joined the battle, the hermit knew that Li Du was bound to make a move, but as expected, the old driver walked out, and the hermit knew that this old man was his opponent.

The hermit breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment its figure had completely disappeared in place, and at the same time, it had appeared less than ten steps away from the old driver.

Seeing this, the old man of the driver stopped, his eyes looked coldly at the young man in the robe in front of him, nodded for a long time and said, "I remember you, you were in the first four assassination attempts." ”

The hermit was stunned when he heard this, because he had no impression of this old driver before this, although he had also faced many Templar masters in the previous assassination attempts, but there was no figure of this old man among those people.

The old driver seemed to see the hermit's inner thoughts, and he said: "Although I was not at the scene at the time, I can still smell your residual smell in the air afterwards, and I have to say that the smell on your body is very bad, like the rotten breath of a vulture." ”

The hermit sneered: "Really, I didn't expect you to be an old thing with a half-buried body in the loess, but your nose is very good, and you are worthy of being a lackey of the Templars. ”

The old man of the driver did not care about the naked insults of the hermit, and smiled lightly: "Then do you know the difference between a lackey and a vulture? But the vultures can't do that, they just follow the big beasts and eat the scraps when they're done hunting. ”

Hearing this, the hermit's face suddenly turned pale, and he roared in a low voice: "The old thing has a sharp tongue, I want to see what kind of ability you have." ”

The old driver said coldly: "I don't have much ability, but it's enough to kill you." ”

The hermit snorted coldly, but the sound of its cold voice remained in place, and its figure had long since disappeared before the sound ended.

The old driver was not too surprised or frightened by this, and stood quietly in place, just waiting for a certain moment to make a move.

Suddenly, the old driver made a bold move, and his thin five fingers were like sharp steel hooks, and then he only heard the sound of breaking silk tearing, and soon the figure of the hermit had appeared.

The figure retreated towards the rear at a rapid speed, but the old driver did not quickly follow and pursued.

The hermit withdrew more than ten meters in one breath before stopping, looking down at his chest, but saw that a large piece of the robe on his chest had been torn off, and the skin under the clothes had been revealed.

Seeing this, the hermit couldn't help but gasp, although he had thought in advance that this old man was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect the other party's attack to be so spicy and ruthless, and the most important thing was that his blasphemous ability seemed to be useless in front of the other party.

The hermit is still proud and confident in his abilities, and over the years he has almost never been deflated by his abilities, except for one time when he was beaten by the rampaging Hugo during the siege of Hugo in the Eighth District.

Originally, the hermit thought that Hugo was just an accident, but he never thought that the old man in front of him, who did not look good, was also his nemesis, and when he thought of this, a wave of anger and unwillingness surged into the hermit's heart.

"How? Isn't it unwilling?" said the old man to the hermit lightly, his tone full of contempt.

"Do you feel very uncomfortable now? I feel that I have been completely seen through by the other party, and your proud ability is useless, is that naked feeling of coercion very uncomfortable?"

As he spoke, the old man walked slowly towards the hermit, the slight grinding sound of his feet being the sound of the Grim Reaper's scythe dragging and sliding on the ground.

"God above, you monsters all deserve to die!"

The old driver's forehead appeared with bruised tendons.

"How many people have died at your hands in the years since you appeared, you monsters in human skin, you are more hateful than vampires, you have completely betrayed humanity, you are a bunch of hateful people... Judas goats. ”

When the hermit heard the last words, his body shook suddenly, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Then the hermit said: "About eight years ago, there was an extremely brutal hunter leader in the Nine Places, his name is not known, but his nickname is almost unknown, his name is 'The Sheep Slayer', because he kills the Blasphemy as brutally as a butcher, whether the other party resists or not, he will torture him to death, and in the process of torturing the Blaspher, he will always say that he is punishing the sinful Judah goat, and among the many Nine Hunters, he is the only one who calls the Blaspher." ”

The old driver froze, and then said, "Do you know him?"

The hermit nodded, then asked, "Do you know him?"

The old driver took a deep breath and said, "His name is Dave, and he is my son." ”

The hermit laughed when he heard this.

"I see, it seems that I finally know where the name Judas goat comes from. ”

The old driver said: "That's right, it was I who first commented on you monsters, and I was very kind at that time, and this description is the greatest mercy to you." ”

The hermit said, "Then it seems to you that your son's actions are also righteous?"

The old driver said: "Of course, my son is fighting for justice, and he is carrying out the most glorious mission in the world, to eradicate you demons!"

After a pause, the old driver's eyes showed grief and said, "It's a pity that he is very unlucky." Eventually died at the hands of you monsters. ”

The hermit nodded and then chuckled, "After all these years, do you know who killed your son?"

When the old driver heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into anger, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn the hermit to ashes.

The smile on the hermit's face grew thicker, and a sense of revenge was revealed.

"Sniping the 'Sheep Slayer' is the first mission that TAROT has carried out since its establishment, and it can be said to be a small test. ”

"The operation was very successful, and all seven people involved in the project returned unharmed, but all twelve hunters in nine places, including the 'Sheep Butcher', were killed. ”

The muscles on the driver's old man's face became more and more hideous, which contrasted sharply with the smile on the hermit's face.

The hermit continued to laugh, "It's an honor that I was one of the seven people in that operation. ”