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The majestic old man in heavy armor and carrying a war hammer on his back was the Knight of Bill Wells. Dressed in a white robe and carrying a staff, it was Priest Channing Cornell.

They are His Majesty's Guards, legendary masters of the Extraordinary Order, and have a transcendent position in the Holy See.

Usually when His Majesty acts openly, they are not far from his side. When His Majesty rests, these two people will also stay outside the door.

Normally, only one of the two will follow His Majesty.

But this time, both of them were guarding the door of the temple, which shows that His Majesty's prayer this time was extraordinary.

There was another old man, but no one had ever seen him.

This person has a snake-like temperament and a gloomy expression, although he is also wearing a white robe, but he is not a good person.

But being able to stand beside these two people is naturally a friend rather than an enemy.

Most of the intruders seemed to be unaware of the identities of the three people, and when they saw the sudden appearance of three old men who did not know the depths, not only did they not retreat, but many fireballs, electric light, feathers, arrows, and hidden weapons beckoned to them.

Seeing that these people were so rampant, the two old men who acted as the Pope's guards were very angry and shot together. But the old man who was like a snake took a step back, and suddenly disappeared.

The retreat of the old man did not seem to affect the fighting spirit of the two old men.

With a wave of his hands, the more than 100 Holy See warriors on the field lit up with various brilliance one by one, which represented all kinds of supporting magic techniques - the tenacity of the bear, the strength of the bull, the healing of wounds, the dexterity of the ape, the wisdom of the owl, the elimination of paralysis, energy resistance, shield skills, and so on.

The Pontifical Guards' combat strength increased, and their morale was greatly boosted, and they turned around and pushed back, and they began to be pressed and beaten.

Knight Bill Wells was much more direct, pulling out the hammer behind his back and charging directly into the line of attackers.

The old man was covered in holy light, and a war hammer slashed, teased, smashed, and picked, clashing back and forth, as if entering a no-man's land.

The attackers quickly lost their way and retreated.

The Knight of Wales was about to lead the guards to pursue the victory, when he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Don't be busy, take me a sword!" ”

When the old knight heard this, he stopped, but saw a tall figure more than ten meters away jumping close like a cannonball, and a heavy sword like a door panel was held in his hand.

Bill hammers up.

The hammer and sword clashed, and there was a loud bang, like thunder.

The old knight's feet sank into the stone slabs on the ground, and he knocked his attackers back into the air.

Good arm strength, good speed.

At such a distance, this young man only took one step.

This step only took a moment.

If it weren't for the other party's words to remind him before slashing him, maybe he would have been killed by this powerful sword by now.

Only then did he see the other party's appearance clearly, it was actually a young man with red hair.

"It's amazing to be able to cut such a sword at such a young age."

Before the young man could hit the ground, the giant sword slashed in a row, and the old knight counterattacked with a hammer, a hard bridge and a hard horse, and the heavy war hammer was as light as an embroidery needle in his hand, and every sword was smashed back by him with a drip.

On the other hand, young people are even more amazing.

This red-haired young man is very tall, and the giant sword is even bigger than a door panel, and he should have walked a powerful and heavy path.

But this person and one sword floated in the air like a butterfly, and if a butterfly fluttered around a flower, each sword seemed to be using a light and thin stabbing sword, and the sword moves were extremely dexterous.

There was no fluctuation of magic on the young man's body, he stopped in the air with pure skill, and with every impact of the old knight's warhammer, his greatsword was sent back with the force of rotation.

Where have the surrounding warriors seen such an elaborate offensive and defensive battle, and some even forget that they are in a battle, and even shout good.

Onlookers couldn't tell for a moment who had the upper hand on either side.

But the Cornell priest in the back felt that something was not good.

Although he did not have a deep understanding of the rude fighting methods of warriors and knights, he was old and always had some insight.

Although his old friend became more and more courageous, but after fighting for a long time, the red-haired young man was still floating in the air, but the knight of Wales was about to sink into the ground.

Truly into the ground.

The young man was like a nail, and the old knight was gradually smashed into the ground, and now his feet could not even see his calves.

"That's not going to work."

The old priest decided to help others and cast his magic again.

In a few moments, the light had formed a condensed spear in his hands.

Seeing that the spear probably had the power to penetrate the city wall, the old priest stopped and threw the "spear" like a spear while the red-haired man had his back to him.

Airplanes.

The "throwing gun" instantly shot into the back of the red-haired youth's heart, and it was about to hit.

But the red-haired swordsman who seemed to be on the old knight on the ground with all his energy on the ground was like having eyes behind him at this time, and the giant sword was backhanded, blocking it.

The "spear of light" containing powerful power flew out hundreds of meters against the red-haired youth, and directly collapsed the two courtyard walls in the middle.

Finally, he landed on both feet, plowed two deep furrows, and finally stopped.

The red-haired young man looked at the giant sword in his hand and sighed lightly: "It seems to need to be repaired." ”

This "sturdy" greatsword, made of pure gold, now has a distinct dent, with the dent as the center, and several cracked lines extend out in all directions, reaching the broad back of the sword.

It looks like it's going to break after a few fierce slashes.

"The old man still doesn't make a move?"

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The old man who had just been "knocked into the ground" glanced at his old partner with a complicated expression.

He really didn't want others to intervene when he was fighting the enemy alone.

But if that guy doesn't interfere, he seems to be a little dangerous.

Originally, the first sword was already surprising enough, and the series of slashes behind it was even more coherent and continuous, without a trace of gaps, and the slashes made him almost breathless.

The old-fashioned meaning in that kind of move, let alone a young person, even if you can't do it yourself.

So he didn't say anything, just pulled his feet out of the ground with ease and walked onto the ground.

It's just such a simple action, I didn't have time to do it just now, good swordsmanship.

"A formidable warrior indeed. But if you only have this strength and storm the temple, you are just looking for death......"

The old knight suddenly stopped.

- Something seems wrong.

Except for where the temple was located, the air in the entire area outside seemed to be different.

"Domain?"

As if echoing this sentence, the sky was filled with all kinds of light that suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterward, various energetic energies formed different offensive spells - Fireball, Wind Blade, Thunderbolt, Acid, Ice Arrow, and Magic Missile......

It's as if there were thousands of mages casting spells at the same time.

"Mixed ......"

Before the old knight could finish his foul language, the layers of plastic magic that hung in the sky rained down.

In addition to the two strong men who were greeted by these magics, most of the defenders of the Holy See formed a dense formation, and they were even the targets of the queue, and they were also shrouded in these magics.

A series of explosions, collapses, and screams rang out, and dust flew up, almost obscuring the day.

In mid-air, a simple, clean, bookish young man appeared.

He was dressed in a cloth black robe, with a handsome and peaceful face, and long brown hair that could be dragged down to his ankles, neatly combed.