"Impossible! Even under the Forbidden Demon Realm, the Adamantite Gold level should crush you spellcasters who haven't even reached the Mithril level! Even you geniuses shouldn't break common sense!"

"Clams, old thing, are you really engaged in research and academic shows, are you? and then you are completely fooled by the disciples and the gang?" Victor shook the bricks and smirked, "If even this kind of common sense cannot be surpassed, then why should Esheriland and the Holy See regard us as the hope of the future? In that case, it is better to choose the Pope by lot, anyway, they are ordinary Holy Light professionals." ”

"Victor, don't talk nonsense with him, I've already contacted Lord Iris through the Dead Soul Pact, and asked them to capture and detain the druids at the end of the feast. Kel'thugad pressed his two-handed greatsword to his chest, "Now I just want to clean up this old glass as hard as I can." ”

With that, Kel'thugad rushed forward.

Victor shrugged his shoulders and expressed disdain for Kel'thugad's swift behavior, and followed.

ate the damage of more than 300 Holy Flame Bullets bombarded at the same time, and then withstood the damage of the shockwave, but the Adamantite-level druid's flesh was not strong enough to be unscathed under this kind of dead-skinned and shameless external attack.

If he could turn into a bear at this moment, or cast a high-level protective magic, he would not be so embarrassed at this moment, although they were all external injuries, but although the Holy Flame was a "Saint", it was essentially "Flame".

That's right, this old shameless thing is running naked, and there are only a few hanging ornaments left that will not be easily melted by Sheng Yan.

That's why, Victor and Kel'thugad almost didn't laugh out loud when they heard that Bartholomew's clone was only the sixth order of Adamantite and that the forbidden demon realm was arranged.

A Adamantite 6th Order Druid who can only use low-level magic?

Except for the ability to use the Moonfire Technique and Wild Growth, the rest are all auxiliary magic and various summoning spells, which are not the same for Victor and Kel'thugad.

The strength of the druid was originally only started when he began to use various transformation techniques after reaching the gold level, and then with the improvement of magic cultivation, it gradually became a profession in the upper reaches of combat effectiveness, and it was both magic and melee combat, at most there was a bias.

Even a druid who puts all his energy into spell casting can transform into a demon bear or a giant wolf in a crisis.

But it was all due to the druid's early weakness.

Otherwise, why would a low-level druid be nicknamed a spellcaster farmer?

And when an experienced druid fights against a pure spellcaster, he will all trigger the forbidden demon realm after transforming to form a one-sided melee crush, otherwise he will rely on a month's fire magic to fight against dozens of bronze and silver-level magic?

It can be seen that this guy is not only inexperienced in combat, I am afraid that he has never fought at all.

However, it is to bully him at the Adamantite level, if it is his body, the Sanctuary-level druid Bartholomew, those two people will definitely not be able to win under the Forbidden Demon Realm.

Neither the power of the realm nor the body of the Sanctuary was something they could solve beyond the ranks.

But this does not mean that the druids are invincible, after all, it takes a long time to set up and release the forbidden demon realm, but no one will stand aside stupidly and wait for the druid to complete the forbidden demon realm.

"Roar, roar, roar, what are you doing with a bitter face! Anyway, it's going to be hung horizontally and vertically, and it's painful to fight!"

"Yes, yes, stand and stab!"

Kel'thugad, wielding a great sword, and Victor, who was playing with a pair of bricks flying up and down, slammed the magic shield that Bartholomew had erected after realizing it again and again, and the heavy magic shield rippled densely one after another.

"Damn, shit! How could this be the case!"

Bartholomew recharges his magic shield while unleashing the Moonfire Technique.

However, it is a pity that without the blessing of the power of the realm, this month's fire magic is only slightly enhanced by the magic power, hitting the black armor of Kel'thugad, which is obviously not a bargain, like a mud cow entering the sea, and it can't make a wave.

"What are you still thinking? Hurry up and lift the forbidden demon realm, or you'll be crushed to the ground by a golden fourth-order holy light mage and a meteorite third-order necromancer. The light of the Holy Flame Bomb flashed frequently on the Victor bricks, and with the explosions again and again, he even played with flowers, and the sunflower crumbs secretly hooked the last eight glasses of wine of the eight childish girls to the end, "Well, it's not a figurative statement, but a literal sludge." ”

Victor's tone was as light as joking with a friend, but the words he said did seem murderous in this context, and he would never leave such a person in this world.

"No, you can't kill me! I'm a clone of Bartholomew Little! I'm in charge of a different part from him, and if you want to get all of our experiments, you have to keep me alive!"

"Results? Do we seem to care about what you say you are?If we're here for results, then why are we in conflict with you?" Victor grinned, his neat white teeth looking so grim that it made people despair, "We just want to bury the disciples in the grave, and bury them as deep as possible, preferably so deep that even the cavemen can't dig you up." ”

Kel'thugad used his broadsword to unload the impact of Bartholomew's slightly stronger physical fitness, and then found the point where Bartholomew's magic shield was replenished, seized the opportunity, and threw Bartholomew to the ground with a lunge.

"It's over, Bartholomew, your ignorance, your madness, your bottomlessness, your contempt, your pride, and your ignorance, all of which are your place to die. Kel'thugad's great sword fell on Bartholomew's throat.

"Hahaha! A necromancer who embraced death actually laughed at me for being mad, when you necromancers in Ishri Land manipulated the corpses of the dead, would you rush up and accuse them of having no bottom line!" While enjoying the resources produced at the bottom of the Holy City, and pretending to pay attention to the normality of life, all the owners of the Holy Light are without exception your disgusting appearance!"

"I want to create an army that is extremely powerful enough to sweep across the entire continent, and with the support of this army, I can defeat any country, so that as long as I am here, there will be no more wars!, and if the replica of the Dragon King's Descendants is mass-produced enough, then the number of epics on the entire continent will increase dramatically one day in the future, and then we can even merge other planes in the Endless Void into our territory!"

"You, and you, two righteous and moral fellows, tell me how you did this!"

Bartholomew had already turned a blind eye to the two-handed greatsword around his neck, and he stretched his neck furiously to get his roar closer to the two people in front of him, and a bloody streak had appeared on his neck—the blade of fire delight had cut through his skin.

"Hypocrisy? Hmph, let's not say that I have a clear conscience about my goodness, even if this is what you call hypocrisy, then when can evil come to accuse hypocrisy? When can people without a moral bottom line come to accuse hypocrisy? Hypocrisy is hypocritical, it is always good! They will always stand outside the red line that will never be crossed!" Victor snorted coldly, took out a dozen forbidden runes from the spatial ring and slapped them all over the body of Bartholomew's clone, and then grabbed his hair and pulled him from lying down to a sitting position," Listen to me, old Zamao, everyone has his destiny, but whether it is to obey fate or break fate, the opportunity to choose should be tightly held in everyone's hands!"

Bartholomew endured the severe pain from his scalp and scoffed at what Victor had said, and was about to continue sneering, but Victor stretched out his other hand and pinched Bartholomew's jaw and nose and mouth.

"Don't defile my ears with your shit-like thoughts, you've committed a serious enough sin, don't add to the crime, okay? Victor's hand kept straining, but his face kept smiling, this picture made Kel'thugad on the side shudder, "There was once a grief-stricken dark elf who tried to take revenge on society, although I don't agree with the behavior, but I can understand her despair from the final song." But you, a well-to-do research scholar who lives a well-off life and is famous all over the mainland, give me this whole set?"

"Don't insult the villain, you old cub!"

threw Bartholomew on the ground with his backhand, and a holy flame bullet floated in his hand, which slammed into Bartholomew's lower body.

The explosion was accompanied by the screams of the original clone, and Kel'thugad was tempted to cover his eyes.

"Shut up! It's not that you're hypocritical! It's not that you're disgusting! It's not that you're full of benevolence, righteousness and morality! Then you'll tear off this layer of disguise! Let you see what lies beneath hypocrisy!" Victor's foot stomped on Bartholomew's gaping mouth, crushing it heavily, "After all, I'm the heart of the Holy Light, not a demon." ”

Bartholomew, tormented by a series of sharp pains one after another, was overwhelmed and passed out.

"Hmph, waste snacks, no backbone, I thought I had to give you a whole set of Manchu ten tortures. Victor spat on the ground and said in a strange tone, "You also mock me for being a 'person who is favored by the Holy Light', your grandmother and grandson can't speak, obviously I have favored the Holy Light, right?"

Kel'thugad was completely stunned, this is still the duplicitous and rotten good man Victor?

This style is much more villain than the villain under his feet.

Victor looked around, looking at the countless life-support devices, except for the slightly undulating chest, like a group of living specimens, Victor, who did not believe in any gods, made a prayer posture.

"You're hurt, and you're screaming. ”

"And they can't even scream......"

"One can only fall into eternal silence. ”