"This is not a good time to congratulate you on your progress. It seems that at this critical juncture, Geofitz was still very personable, but this richness was expressed by his typical demonic appearance, which was really ironic.

"I'm just being careful, the weapon in your hand is a little more dangerous than it was that day. Zuo Lin pointed to the scimitar in Geofiz's hand and said with a smile.

The glimmer of the dark baptized long knife could not be concealed, Geofitz smiled, holding the scimitar in one hand and the scimitar in the backhand, just like Zuo Lin's current posture. Knowing that his disappearance and reappearance could not be used as the main means of attack, Geofitz had no choice but to use the bay knife against Zuolin's dual-wielding longblade, hoping to take advantage of the weapon's advantage to fight Zuolin. It is true that he is not as young as Zuo Lin, but in his devilish form, he obviously still has an advantage in strength and speed, and he does not suffer in experience and skill. And when grappling, his slash and reappearance abilities can have a surprising effect.

A series of 32nd notes and even 64th of a note of metal impact surprised the people watching from afar, and even made Irina, who is no stranger to martial arts, surprised, although he had seen Zuo Lin's battle, but no one thought that Zuo Lin, as a botanical druid, would be able to cultivate ** to this point, this speed, this strength, and this feeling of fighting, every time the two blades intersect, the vibration, and push show how Jīng and delicate Zuo Lin's fighting skills are. It is still a secret that Zuo Lin was inspired to sleepwalk in the human body, a secret that is only kept in the hearts of very few people, of course, when Zuo Lin and Emile's child is born, maybe this secret will be known by more people. But now, no one knows that every time he falls asleep, Zolin is resting, recovering energy, and inadvertently gathering more natural powers—for a druid of this level, the resonance with nature is even more natural than breathing—but at the same time, he is training in a dream. Although the virtual one does not really enhance a druid's ** and the power of nature, it can indeed make a druid make great progress in skills and consciousness, which is why the sleepwalking physique is so special and so strong. Any druid with a sleepwalking physique can achieve the greatest possible effect with minimal exertion, as they have tried in their dreams a hundred times.

The battle between Zolin and Geofitz continues in a series of light and shadow and a series of sparks. At the same time, the Holy See has killed and wounded almost half of the top members of the Dark Council who escaped from the heart of the battle. The remnants of resistance are becoming weaker and weaker.

The battle between Sophocles and Nirje was getting bigger and bigger, and as both of them were angry, their bodies were all wounds cut out casually by the energy that flew everywhere after the collision, and as the blood soaked through the clothes on their bodies, the fight between them no longer considered the people around them. The two of them jumped and ran as if they were two flying machines composed of pure energy, colliding together from time to time, each collision was like an earth-shattering explosion, except that there was no smell of fire and gunsmoke, and the shock wave that was blowing out in all directions made it hard to imagine that this was two guys who were cultivated by ordinary people. The clerics and knights who had already spared their hands to support Sophokjans found themselves almost completely out of action. They were unable to accurately capture and lock on to their targets, and they were not sure that the spells they issued and the crossbow arrows and bullets that shè came out would fall on Nirje without affecting Sophocles. In fact, according to the thoughts of a few scheming people in the Holy See, it would be ideal to take this opportunity to kill Sophocles together, whether it was Sophocles or Zolin and others, the combat effectiveness of the druids was so strong that they were a little afraid. However, no one dares to do such a thing now. On the one hand, Sophocles was invited by the Holy See to resist Nirje, and the Holy See couldn't find anyone who could single-handedly contain him, while on the other hand, Bergkamp, Jill, Monica, and even Elani, who were hovering in the air from time to time, intercepting a few vampires who wanted to escape and the devil contractor with the ability to fly, all paid attention to the battle group, and there was really no room for anyone to cheat.

"Queue, Holy Baptism!" Medunko finally settled his entanglement with the two vampire princes who had been entangled with him, and a dream demon who was too far from Geofitz. Although he had been hit the right shoulder, and given his age, these fractures and illnesses were estimated to take a long time to recover, but he freed his hand and took a look at the current situation of the battle. He immediately gave orders to the priests and knights, who were embarrassed by the fact that they were watching from the sidelines.

The knights will stand in an arc, their swords on the ground, guarding the priests behind them as they begin to form a complex formation. Under the command of several cardinals, the formation of the Holy Baptism, the intense holy light cut through the clouds in the air, shè to the ground, and focused on the ground involved in the entire battle between Sophocles and Nirje, as if countless high-power spotlights had been erected around a stadium that was too large. The Light has some effect on Nirye, especially when he fights in the heat of battle, and even a hundredth percent effect can make or break the outcome.

"Despicable!" roared Nirje, covered in blood, who had already shown his devilish form in battle, his scarlet skin and goat's horns making his image extremely terrifying, and his hoarse voice contained a jīng god attack. The whispers of the devil sounded in everyone's ears, but as a cardinal lightly ended a blessing incantation, condensed the holy power of his whole body and groaned "Amen", this jīng divine attack that was not very effective disappeared invisibly.

After the Holy Light shone on the whole land, some of the reserve knights took out their longbows and sent clusters of glass arrows containing holy incense oil towards the battlefield, without the need for white phosphorus arrows to ignite, just the battle between Sophocles and Nirje in the field, the heat caused by the collision and the friction caused by the energy fragments that scattered around from time to time were enough to ignite these holy incense oils. When the pieces of land were so completely purified, the whole land seemed to have turned into some kind of sacred barrier, which made Nirje uncomfortable, and his energy could no longer be exerted so easily, and his roar became more and more intense.

And the divine spells, as long as they are not directly hit on the body, have almost no effect on Sophocles. Divine spells and the druid's system of natural power are two energies that can fluctuate at the same time, as Sun Digui's experience has long proven. And although Sophocles did not find it despicable to fight one by one, or any means such as sneak attacks or ambushes. In nature, countless species of predators use this to obtain prey, and in human society, the same is true, and there are not many people who are upset with others. It is only when it is their turn to complain about this typical double standard that it is not the logic of the druids. Just as they were besieged by the natives of Rì in the past, the druids now complained that they did not anticipate such an opponent in advance, did not consider such a possibility, and complained about why they were not capable of crushing the enemy, but no one complained that it was despicable for the opponent to besiege them because of their large numbers.

When a green light almost directly touched Nirye's heart, everyone understood that this time Nirye would definitely not be able to escape. If it were those other people, they might have been evaporated in just one moment. But Nirje still roared and cursed, pushing away the almost substantial pillar of light. When he saw Sophocles preparing to send out a thick pillar of light, he dodged away, and he rushed towards the formation of the priests with the holy light, smashing himself in the middle of the formation, and a series of extremely complicated spells erupted, and the ground under his feet turned into something like thick ink, bulging out slurry and splashing in all directions. As soon as you get on your skin, it's like you're touching sulfuric acid, and pain, corrosion, and great fear are the reactions.

"Don't mess around, spread out!" Medunko felt a pang in his heart, he knew very well the situation of this desperate leader of the Dark Council, and he knew the only path he could choose at the moment. "He's going to blow himself up. ”

Not everyone had time to dodge, and instead of causing a terrifying mushroom cloud, Nirje's self-detonation turned himself into pieces of stump flesh, and a little bit of black-brown blood spilled out, affecting many people who didn't have time to escape far enough. And these people, unless they can immediately remove the skin and muscles that have been stained by these things, they will inevitably die.

Medunko was furious, an emotion he had almost forgotten. However, he didn't know what else to say except to give shouting instructions to deal with the situation and instruct the surrounding priests to treat those affected by the self-explosion as soon as possible. He hadn't forgotten his anger, but he did forget how to curse his enemies.

Instead, it was Sophocles, the flesh that had been thrown at him with the self-detonation had evaporated directly into the air.

In the midst of this chaos, a large number of members of the Dark Council were given their only chance to fight this time. Hearing a cheer and then a jumble of voices from the battle that was taking place around Nirje, Geofitz took a few sharp steps, turned around and threw down the phrase "Goodbye" and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was beside Kiss, who was being protected by vampires and other devil contractors, and he grabbed Kiss and shouted to his colleagues who were full of despair in their eyes, "Run!" and disappeared again.

Geofitz is sane, and Kiss's calmness, sanity, and the circumstances she has in her hands are the only hope for the revival of the Dark Council.

No one can intercept a dream demon who wants to escape, no one. When Geofitz disappeared, Zuo Lin could only pounce on the devil contractors who were now leaderless, he had missed the opportunity to leave Geofitz behind, and this battle was probably not a success for him personally. And he, after all, still needs some results.