Countless sharp bone spurs with specks of blood struck in all directions, and it was clear that Joseph had used his last resort. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He couldn't care about the other priests and synths, and the bone spurs pierced through the companions, and for a moment, wails resounded throughout the prayer hall.

Why is this guy so reckless?

Rosen secretly screamed badly, he didn't expect this monster to go crazy and even kill his own people so cleanly.

Facing him was a bone spur wrapped in magic power, these spikes one or two were not enough for Lawson to fear, but when the number increased, it was troublesome, and he could only concentrate on using the perception of his whole body, trying to find a flaw in this violent attack.

With the help of the triple perception, Rosen quickly discovered his target, and he used his great sword to cut off one or two bone spurs, and then pressed down.

Whoosh whoosh -

Three bone spurs almost grazed Lawson's head, followed by an attack towards the abdomen.

Rosen's sword pointed forward, and the tip of the sword touched the tip of the bone spur, and his whole body fell back from the huge impact, but because of this, he was able to escape more bone spurs.

"You've lost!"

Joseph was agitated at this time, obviously the trick just now caused him a huge loss, but at the same time, the distance between Rosen and him was also stretched to the farthest, at this moment Rosen was standing at the main entrance of the prayer hall, no matter what, he could not perform that surprise attack.

As for himself, there are more tricks he has not used, as long as he wants, Joseph can immediately create a large group of mutant monsters to surround Lawson, or use long-range attack tricks to contain the opponent.

Joseph was full of self-confidence, and as one of his master's most successful creations, he believed in his own power.

Until, Rosen pulled something out of his pocket.

"What?"

When Joseph saw the thing, an instinctive fear welled up in his heart, causing him to attack subconsciously.

Boom -

With a slap on the face, Joseph shook off some rubble, and then many synths split into his palms, greedily sticking out their tongues in search of prey.

But Rosen wasn't there.

In stark contrast to the huge monster, a small figure was in mid-air, at the level of Joseph's body.

Rosen leaned sideways, his right hand holding the thing that frightened Joseph.

It was a silver bell.

Griffith Holy Bell.

If there was any trick that Lawson hadn't shown from start to finish, Griffith Bell was one of them.

Rosen gently shook the bell.

Jingle Bell -

The clear bell sounds, as if it can purify the dirt of the soul and dispel the dark clouds of gloom.

Griffith, the leader of the Silver Eagle Knights, was a legendary figure who had no time to accompany his disabled sister after many years of war, so he ordered this bell to be forged to comfort his sister's lonely heart.

So much so that later, when Griffith and the Knights of the Silver Eagle died in the battle against Chaos, his sister still ringed the bell, looking forward to her brother's return.

Joseph felt that he had seen a true divine magic.

In the palm of Lawson's palm, a ray of light was condensing into the shape of a spear.

Brighter than the sun, hotter than fire, suppressing the pure light of all chaotic creations.

Spear of the Sun.

In the hands of the Bronze Order, this spell had a completely different power, at least more than Rosen could have imagined.

Rosen himself was burned by the sun, but it was only a minor injury compared to those chaotic lackeys.

The synth crumbled in the sunlight, and Joseph burned with pale flames, and he roared in pain, his hands slowly approaching, trying to capture Lawson and contain the light.

But Rosen didn't give him a chance.

In an instant, the Sunshine Spear in Rosen's hand has already been shot!

......

In the forest, a hundred miles from Byron Weis, a group of clergymen dressed in white robes and silver armor were marching.

"Damn Edgar, I should have known he was depraved. ”

At the head was an old priest with gray temples, whose name was Kaslan, who was dressed in a black robe, riding on a horse, and behind his back was a heavy sword, inscribed with the words of the Holy Scriptures, which was extremely lethal to evil things.

After receiving the communication and learning of the accident that had happened to Byron Weis, he led his men and horses towards the city, but if the situation was really as written in the message, then he thought that Byron Weiss was no longer saved.

Father Caslan looked up into the distance, and his good eyesight allowed him to get a faint glimpse of Byron Weis.

The originally thriving city was now surrounded by a crimson shroud, and a blood moon appeared in the sky, which was the manifestation of the ritual of sacrificing souls and summoning the people of chaos to descend.

Historically, there has only been one such ritual success after a holy war, but that single success cost the Order side three gold-tier and ten silver-tier combat power, and also took all the population of a large city.

Oh my God, if this happens in your own jurisdiction, I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your head.

Caslan thought that he was not worried about his life, the population of Byron Weiss was not large, and the refugees from Regios were not worth one percent of the ritual in history, and the projection of the advent of the people of chaos was directly related to the number of sacrifices, and now that this level has descended, the absolute strength should be around the bronze level, even if you can't win, it's still no problem to run.

If he had known, he should not have sent Irandall Scarlett there, but should have done it himself, and he wanted to rely on Irandall's familiarity with Byron Weiss to carry out an investigation more conveniently, but he did not expect that there was such a big conspiracy hidden in this city.

At first, I just wanted to investigate the corruption, but it would involve cultists, and the goddess was above, is this considered luck?

Elandall's contact with him had been severed as early as noon, and Kaslan thought of losing another test product of the "Divine Messenger Project", and his headache became even worse.

What's more, the heretics of the Rainbow Tower also knew about the situation here, and in Caslan's perception, at least two low-level mages were moving towards Byron Weiss, thinking of the recent news of the Scarlet Witch haunting in Bunajien, Caslan even had a feeling that he would face the silver directly.

But he had to go, on the one hand, to minimize the damage, and on the other hand, such an advent ritual also had a high chance of obtaining the remains or props of the people of Chaos, which were all priceless, whether it was for the sanctuary to prove the prestige of the goddess, or for the mage to prove the truth of the world.

Hoping that the ceremony did not go well, Kaslan was secretly praying to the goddess, but he heard a huge roar from the direction of Byron Weiss, and the coercion of a strong man's battle could be faintly felt even from a distance of hundreds of miles.

"Is the prayer really fulfilled?"

Kaslan thought that it seemed that there was a battle in the city, and at least the cultists should not succeed so easily, but soon, his heart became heavier and heavier.

"Irandall doesn't have that kind of strength, so who is fighting the cultists?"