"Who the hell are you sacred?" said Konstantin as he leisurely sipped wine in the sky.

As far as it seems now, the most idle Holy Order existence is none other than him.

When Frank went to hunt down the Undead Monarch, considering the other party's methods all along, Frank let him stay here.

He looked at the entire battle situation, after all, they came out, in addition to paying tribute to those dead heroic souls on the ancient battlefield, it was also good to be able to collect information on the sacred continent.

And this multi-saint level battle can give them a direct understanding of the powerhouses on the continent.

So Konstantin kept watching. From Qin Ming appeared, took Gandalf, dragged Joseph, and called his uncle out with another light. In an instant, the dangerous situation of the siege of the three Holy Orders was resolved.

Then there was a flirtatious assault on the Pope, although many people watched it, and this was a completely tired performance. But in the eyes of the dragons, this level is actually not unacceptable.

Not to mention, Qin Ming is an existence that Frank admits to be of the same level as himself.

Therefore, Konstantin also wanted to see what the battle of the Dragon King level was like, even in Dragon Island, this level of battle was rare.

The Pope did not disappoint him, the layman looked at the excitement, and the insider watched the doorway. That apocalypse might have seemed to others to be some kind of shocking and powerful attack, but the moment she used it, Konstantin knew it was not an offensive one.

But the pure power of the will in it is also really frightening, from a certain point of view, the Pope's personal apocalypse can directly change people's beliefs.

What seems to be non-destructive means is actually the most terrifying, not just brainwashing. As far as any magician is concerned, the latter's most important thing is the truth of time, the inquiry of magic, and most basic and above all, the desire to learn things.

But if you take this blow, when one's faith becomes God.

So how did the light come from, because God said, Let there be light.

A light-attribute magician's years of magic will be abolished in an instant, and even if he still has a lot of magic power, he can't cast a single spell.

He was still thinking about how Qin Ming was going to stop it, after all, when people were reading the Bible, Qin Ming had been frowning at the Pope's maids.

But when the holy light spread all over his body, Qin Ming was not affected in the slightest.

"Is this a trick?" Konstantin's mouth squirted out of all the wine, "Was that a flower shelf just now?"

But no, in contrast, you can feel the shocking power from the Pope. And Qin Ming only has the magic power fluctuations equivalent to a sixth-level mage, Qin Ming should be a showman, but the facts have subverted everyone's cognition.

Eighth-level holy art, chains of light.

Thousands of white chains were connected together, not only firmly locking Qin Ming, but also instantly locking the thousands of people in the Alice family's personal guards. Keep them immobilized.

Including Caesar and others, under this chain, they directly lost their ability to move. Konstantin pondered for a moment, even if he used it for himself, he could be restrained for a while.

So how does Qin Ming break free?

Qin Ming didn't think about breaking free at all, because these chains didn't restrain him at all.

Qin Ming was in the chain, looking at the Pope coldly for three seconds: "Are you serious?"

As soon as the Pope wanted to speak, Qin Ming waved his hand to interrupt her.

"I know, I understand. Maybe I'm handsome. But you can't put the water so badly. ”

Qin Ming couldn't help but complain, directly piercing out of the many light chains, this holy technique had no effect on him.

Even, as soon as he grabbed it, the chain in that circle was as light as a feather in his hand and was thrown away at one time, so that everyone in the pro-guard team instantly regained their freedom.

Agus squinted at the Pope, not knowing what he was thinking, and in fact he didn't know what the Pope was thinking in his heart now.

The latter rarely bows his holy head, because people who believe in God believe that there is a guide from God at all times, so they never diffuse, they believe in fate, everything has a trajectory.

But at this moment, His Excellency the Pope lowered his head, showing a rare look of confusion.

Tenth-level superposition holy art, heavenly punishment.

Unlike Apocalypse, it's just that among the four tenth-level super magic magic she can use, the one with the most offensive power is also the only one with attack power.

Under the Light, all will return to God's embrace. Not only Qin Ming, but also Caesar and the pro-guards, will be like this.

Qin Ming instinctively felt bad and flew up. The countless magic arrays in the sky, or in the words of the Holy See, the divine arrays, were constantly echoing and superimposing.

The Pope recites the most hurtful words of the Bible until the end of the day. A white sword hangs above his head in the sky, like a sword of Damocles, powerful, but does not give people much security.

Qin Ming flew up, and the holy sword fell, slammed into his head, and then split.

Can anyone use his body to block such an attack? Konstantin asked himself if he had this ability, and this blow was estimated to be similar to the Dragon King's Origin Dragon Breath.

Even if it was a Saint-level dragon, if it was hard, it would be either dead or injured.

But Konstantin saw it, and the Holy Light Giant Sword began to touch Qin Ming's head from between the swords, and then was split in half from it, falling around the palace.

The great power made the huge wall of the palace that had been built for thousands of years turn to dust in an instant. Forever disappear from everyone's sight. The entire palace, under this blow, disappeared nearly a fifth of it.

In China, it means that a province is directly erased from the map.

There is no problem with everything, but the most problematic thing is that Qin Ming has none at all.

Even because the Holy Light Sword was split in half, Caesar and the people of the personal guard under him had nothing to do.

In tandem with the damage caused by this blow, even the best quality of the guards can't react.

The Blood Bone Dragon Rider was stunned, Caesar was stunned on the line of life and death, Constantine was also stunned, and even the Pope himself was a little unable to react and was stunned, among these people, only Agus felt that he had been tricked.

snatched a spear from the hands of the people around him, and the silver-white fighting spirit entered it without money. At this moment, many people who were shocked by the Holy Rank War remembered that even if he was not a Saint Rank, he was also the strongest person under the Holy Rank.

The existence of the ninth level has left too many legends in this world, and one person picks one army. One person burns a city, and in this world, a city is at least the size of a province in China.

So, they are also positioned as the limits of biology. Grab the spear, shoot it, and do it all in one go.

This blow was too sudden, and a large number of platinum lions flew out of Qin Ming's hand, but it was still a step too late, although the spear was held in Qin Ming's hand, the tip of the spear pierced through Qin Ming's shoulder.

Agus looked at the Pope with hatred and almost grief, drew his long sword and shouted: "Bloody Bone Dragoon, fight with me." ”

Qin Ming pulled out his spear, glanced at the Pope, and pointed to the side: "Do you want to have a cup of tea together, eat a bun or something...... Huh?"

(End of chapter)

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