"Your Majesty, do you need help?"

A charming voice suddenly interrupted Charles I's movements. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He didn't look back, and when he shook his hand, it was a burst of light that shot out like a cannonball.

"It's rude......"

Five blood-colored energy blades flew in, crashing into the holy light bullet head-on, making a "bang" explosion.

A wave of air generated and blew away the floating ash and gravel that had fallen on the newly formed flat igneous ground tonight.

Charles I raised his hand again, and more than a dozen more powerful holy light bullets instantly condensed above his head.

It seems that several points of light that he activated have already had an effect.

If it weren't for the extreme physical condition of the present day, Charles I might have already cast the "meteor shower" composed of the holy light he used to raid the palace of Emperor Wright V at this time.

However, the power contained in this scaled-down version of the light bomb array is amazing enough.

"Die."

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Just as these holy light bullets were about to be fired, Charles I's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed forward with all his might.

There are people behind it.

Although the judgment was accurate, the poison and heavy injuries had severely impaired the "former Pope's" ability to move and cast spells.

A black, non-reflective dagger was still stuck in his back.

He pounced, only moving the wound three inches from his spine to the right.

The Holy Light Bullet dissipates.

Charles I didn't get up with this pounce, and slapped directly on the ground.

But at the same time, a semicircular curtain of golden light rose and enveloped him.

-- It's safe.

Although he was extremely embarrassed, Charles I, who struggled to turn over and sit up, spoke with the calm attitude of a victor, and he said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "It's quite fast to chase." ”

Two people came into view.

An old man with white hair, pointed ears, black skin, a rare old man who can see his old state, a snake's temperament, and a beautiful woman who is charming, gorgeously dressed, and has red eyes and pointed canine teeth.

It was none other than the Night Elf warrior leader and the vampire lord Mary.

"After you break my shadow clone, I can actually eavesdrop on your conversation for a while through that clone."

The old assassin replied as he continued to stab at the light curtain several times: "So after losing your whereabouts, Your Majesty, we decided to try our luck here. It's a pity we arrived a little late, or if I had made a few minutes earlier, you might have died. ”

The Dragon's attack was not simple, he used his master's cultivation to the apex of the Night Elf Assassin's Assassination Technique of Breaking Defense Magic and Enchanted Armor, combined with his family's first weapon, the Shadowless Blade, which was extremely powerful.

This barrier is an equal-sized ball of adamantite gold, and it should be pierced.

But this barrier is not made of pure gold, it is the "grace of God" that is forged from it.

So it's still standing there, like an upside-down iron pot.

"Divine grace is wonderful. However, Your Majesty has run out of oil, so squandered the little spiritual power you have left, aren't you afraid of sudden death? ”

"Don't bother. Just find a way to crack it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of bone spears shot from a distance, like a bullet from a shuttle heavy machine gun.

The "bullets" hit the barrier and smashed into pieces.

The black gas is pervasive, and the bone stubble is flying.

The debris bounced off the hard igneous ground, and in the blink of an eye, the rubble splattered, smashing into pits of green smoke.

It can be seen that the huge kinetic energy and corrosive ability contained in this bone spear.

The source of the bone spear was a skeletal frame in an ornate robe.

In the depths of the skull's eyes, there were two needlepoint-like purple rays, with an aura that terrified intelligent beings.

This is Pol, the Lich Lord of the Dead Wastes.

Seeing that the "bone slag" was easily injured by mistake, he frowned, and stepped into the void in a flash.

He doesn't seem to want to eat this kind of "ricochet" that is so strong that it can easily kill people.

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The barrier has not been broken.

It only became a little more transparent as the Lich Lord's continued attacks continued.

"We made such a big fuss, there are two undead in the participants, and none of my guards have come to check on them, it seems that this place is indeed controlled by you. It's not simple. ”

The voice of Charles I was still coming from the barrier.

"Your Majesty, is this trying to start stalling again? It's useless. ”

The old assassin's fluttering voice came back and forth, echoing his words with a dense stream of blood-colored sword light.

The ground near the barrier was "in great calamity again", and was slashed by the blood light into dense knife marks, each of which was several meters deep, which was extremely terrifying.

The incomparably hard rocky ground was quickly peeled away, and only the circular area covered by the enchantment remained flat.

It didn't take long for the flat circular ground to rise several meters above the ground next to it.

Under the influence of the blood blade and the bone spear, the light wall of the enchantment finally began to flicker.

Come to think of it, Charles I's mental power has reached its limit.

He may no longer be able to maintain the Divine Grace, the barrier that has been under attack.

As soon as the barrier disappears, Charles I will not be crushed by the undead duo's cross-machine gun fire-like attacks, and he will also be pierced in the neck by an old assassin who does not know when it will appear.

However, the rain of holy light bullets had already condensed in the air.

"Who said...... Useless...... It's not ...... Have you lit up a twelve? ”

Only then did the old Assassin notice the faint flares of light that had unconsciously increased on the ground.

The holy light bomb smashed down, and the ground was once again slashed off, and the stone powder rose high and obscured people's eyes.

The trio were either night elf assassins manipulating the shadows, or they were simply undead creatures, and the attributes of this wave of "Holy Light Meteor Shower" with almost no dead spots were extremely restrained against them.

The magic of the School of Shadows and Necrons dissipates like ice meets boiling water.

The tacit cooperation was interrupted, and the three of them used their protective magic to retreat outward.

After a short period of effort, the brilliance of the enchantment stabilized again.

At the same time, more Holy Light Bullets were produced in the sky.

This time, the Holy Light Bullet was also sandwiched between the molded Holy Light weapons—warhammers, flails, spears, and greatswords......

More condensed and lethal than a simple Light Bullet.

"Divine Wrath" is the main attack, "Divine Grace" is the main defense, and although His Majesty the Pope, who has two artifacts in hand, is obviously unable to continue, he will not fall behind in the face of the three transcendental powerhouses at this time.

"Eighteen."

He muttered.

The eighteen spots of light that appeared on the ground echoed with the eighteen star clusters in the sky, and the aura of the "former" pope gradually became stronger.

The three assassins, all knowledgeable people, glanced at each other and reached a consensus in eye contact.

- No matter what Charles I has laid out here, he cannot be allowed to fully activate it.

They pounced again.

The "Holy Light Meteor Shower" also fell again at this time.

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Chapel next to the bell tower.

The audience and allegiance ceremonies are still going on in an orderly manner, and all the priests above the third rank have taken the oath.

The temple is on the west side not far from here.

So the flashes of light, the fluctuations of mana, and the sound of explosions, came without reservation.

But most of the people in the room looked at their noses and noses, and acted as if they had heard nothing.

The few who were reluctant to give up also kept their mouths shut for the sake of the long swords and war hammers in the hands of the Templars who were gathered around.

Suddenly, the chapel was filled with holy light, and divine fluctuations filled the entire hall and vibrated through the walls in all directions.

"What is this?"

"It's a strong ......"

"Is it human?"

Everyone in the room can be said to be experts in using the Holy Light, and most of them are knowledgeable.

The energy contained in this sudden sound fluctuation is probably the transcendent level or even the holy level of legend.

Or...... Above the Holy Order?

The source of the fluctuation turned out to be the "Holy Quasi-Pope Wende" who was receiving worship at this time.

His eyes were closed at this point, as if he was feeling something.

――Are all the rumors true?

-- Is this young and handsome young man in front of him really a saint who has repeatedly caused miracles, a favorite of God?

The way everyone looks at "Wende" is different.

Especially Camilla, the ascetic girl behind him.

Her eyes lit up.