Charles I understood that his loyal subordinate did not want to drag him down, and he was determined to die. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't want to see it, but there was nothing he could do.

The energy and toxins of the "snake dagger" are too weird, and it seems that it is really a national treasure-level weapon as the snake said, and even the "divine grace" can only be suppressed and cannot be eradicated.

At this moment, the poison of this dagger has flowed all over Charles I's body, and has gradually invaded his brain, and he has exhausted all his strength to stay awake, and he is no longer able to help the old priest retreat from the enemy.

"You've done a great job, and I won't forget you."

Charles I nodded solemnly at the old priest, and the brilliance of the crown rose again, and the Pope turned into a white meteor and rose into the sky.

When the ambushers saw that he was about to flee, they naturally tried to stop him.

The lichs cast all kinds of magic, the assassins threw all kinds of knives and needles, and the black knights, who were a little too straightforward, jumped directly into the air and waved their weapons at the glorious figure.

But Charles I had no time or power to pay attention to them, and no matter how bright the light was, he had already broken through the sky.

All the magic effects that stood in the way, the spears and arrows, and the undead who tried to block them were directly purified and turned to ashes.

Before the ambushers could decide whether to chase them, the golden light from the old priest followed and sealed the entire courtyard.

"Stay with me for the funeral!"

The old priest struggled to straighten his broken body and grinned maniacally.

Pushed to the limit of his magic power, he constructed a simple but efficient and powerful self-detonation spell.

This courtyard is full of enemies, and not a single one of them can escape from below the transcendent level.

The trapped undead creatures and the Night Elf Assassins did not know what he was going to do, but they were wary of the old man's rising aura and began to frantically attack the wall of light that had trapped them.

For a moment, acid, explosions, and pure physical slashes rained down on the wall of light, and the wall of light flickered and flickered.

But no one can really help it.

After all, this magic wall was forged by a transcendental-level powerhouse at the cost of life and flesh, and it was not so easy to break through.

The old priest's face was full of emotion for Charles I's words when he left, the satisfaction of self-sacrifice, and the pleasure of pulling the enemy back. The magic used to self-detonate has been raised to its highest point, and the next moment it will fully explode, destroying these ugly and evil enemies, or even entire neighborhoods.

But, at this moment, a black dagger appeared silently.

The dagger pierced through the old priest's protective light, pierced through the occipital bone into his brain, and stirred lightly.

The old priest's movements froze.

He fell.

The old man didn't even realize his death, and his face still had a mixture of emotion, solemnity, and hatred.

The divine magic of light lost its guidance and drained in confusion.

Except for a dozen or so unlucky undead who were burned by the more intense light magic turbulence, the sacrifice of the old priest did not cause any casualties.

This transcendental powerhouse died quietly, just like his colleague Old Knight.

The leader of the Night Elf Assassins walked out of the void at this moment, looked at the old man's corpse, and sighed softly: "Human ......"

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The Papal District is now heavily guarded.

Almost all of the people on leave were recalled, and the sentry guards were three layers inside and three outside, and it seemed that even flies could not fly in.

The reason is well known: "The temple was attacked by assassins. ”

I don't know how these people got to know the whereabouts of His Majesty the Pope, after all, His Majesty the Pope likes to play mysterious, and it is said that every three days he will change his residence, that is, he will return to the Holy See, except for a few high-ranking people close to him, almost no one knows which area he is in.

However, these well-informed assassins had obviously been repulsed, and they probably did not have the courage or ability to carry out another attack.

The guards actually felt that the current appearance of being ready for battle was made to show the people above, and many of them seemed absent-minded.

Everyone was more concerned about the rumor that today the one who triggered the vision that affected the whole city was said to be an angel who had come suddenly.

This is not really a rumor.

This was confirmed by all the guards who were on duty near the temple area at the time.

Although those who did not see it with their own eyes were still a little skeptical, the petals falling from the sky and the sound of the trumpet resounding throughout the city were not fake.

- God the Father has finally unmistakably performed a miracle.

What does this vision and the coming angel mean?

Everyone is waiting for an authoritative, correct explanation.

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At the west gate of the Papal Quarter, a young Templar guard standing guard heard the sound of neat footsteps and armor clashing in the distance.

It seemed to be an armed contingent marching.

He immediately called his companions, and soon a detachment of heavily armed guards rushed over.

"Whoever comes declares his identity!"

The young guard, who had first discovered the enemy's situation, stepped forward with torches in his hand, and asked in a loud voice.

Although he looked like he was facing a great enemy, the guard was not too worried about accidents.

Maybe it's another team of paladins who have returned to defend it.

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The one who came was indeed a paladin.

But not one team, but hundreds.

Behind them, there were thousands of cathar soldiers.

A white high-end carriage of the Holy See slowly approached surrounded by everyone.

The axles and wall lamps of the carriage were painted with gold paint, and the roof trims and door handles were made of gold, which was a configuration that could only be used by the upper echelons above the bishop.

The old man dressed as a butler who followed the carriage did not pay attention to the young guard, but went directly past him to the captain of the guard at the gate.

The young guard originally had a kind of anger that was ignored, but when he saw the captain of the guard respectfully accompanying the smiling face, he naturally didn't dare to show it.

It took a long queue to enter through the gate.

After waiting for a long time, until the back of the last soldier disappeared from sight, the young guard curiously approached his captain and asked in a low voice, "What is the origin, why are you so angry?" ”

The middle-aged captain with two mustaches replied angrily: "Didn't you see the family crest?" In the carriage was Cardinal Reed Brontë. ”

Seeing that the boss's tone was bad, the young guard accompanied him and said carefully: "The captain doesn't seem to be in a good mood?" What's wrong again? ”

"Go, go, don't speculate."

Captain Mustache looked impatient.

After driving away this curious subordinate, he muttered again: "I'm afraid it's going to change the sky......"

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Not far to the east of the Holy See Quarter, there is a huge bell tower.

The bell has not been rung in years.

Because every time it sounds, it means that paladins and priests above a certain level must arrive, and there is something important to announce in public.

It has been many years since there has been a major event that requires the bell to be struck.

But, shortly after Cardinal Brontë's army entered, the bell rang.

The bright bell of Qingyue resounded throughout the Holy See district.

It was already night, and although many of the warriors had been called to keep vigil because of what had happened during the day, many more had just finished washing up and went to bed.

However, most of the clergy who had been disturbed from their sleep were not too surprised.

Miracles have happened, and it seems strange not to ring the bell.

They even have some expectations.

Miracles, angels, what do these things portend?