In the sky above Dragon City, the battle between Bedwell and the Faceless has entered a white-hot stage, and after retracting the clone, the Faceless Person's strength skyrocketed, and began to turn defense into attack, and endless holy light spells poured into Bedwell like a tide. The lonely figure of the Knight of the Round Table looked humble and insignificant in the vast sea of light, and completely fell into disadvantage.

The Faceless Ones have a very special way of fighting, and they obviously have an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength, but when they attack, they still focus on attacking the heart. The energy of the Holy Light was manipulated by him and turned into various illusions, projecting the most feared images of his opponents.

Sometimes it was Marina's mother and daughter who were torn apart, sometimes Bedwell's former comrades-in-arms were bloodied and demanded his life, and he could even project the phantom of the knight king that Bedwell had sworn allegiance to, and ordered Bedwell to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy and give up resistance.

These illusions naturally do not have much effect on a determined warrior, but in the face of an opponent who is already overwhelmingly superior, any slightest hesitation or surprise will bring disastrous consequences. The Faceless didn't need Bedwell's mind to collapse, as long as he was slightly troubled by illusion, a series of fatal blows followed.

Bedwell held the knight's sword, and as the inscription on the sword flowed, the power bestowed upon him by the knight king surged him on, propelling him to continue fighting. He has no intention of annoying the meanness of his opponents, the Faceless's play with human nature is already instinctive, this is his fighting style, this is true for anyone, not to mention that the victor is not condemned in any way, all he has to do is to make his heart infinitely cold, unshaken by any external object, and so on...... to have such a negligible chance of winning.

The fierce battle between the two high-level senior professionals made the heavens and the earth change color. The sky of Dragon City was torn apart by sword qi and holy light, and the clear sky was divided into countless fragments, some were covered with dark clouds, some were lightning and thunder, some showed a deep night sky, and some even showed the scenery of hell

The laws of heaven and earth had begun to be disordered, which made it impossible for anyone to dare to approach the sky battlefield, and they could only quietly wait for the two high-level supreme powerhouses to divide the victory.

In fact, in the entire Dragon City offensive and defensive battle, although everyone fought together, the actual battlefield was strictly hierarchical, and people with different strength levels would not easily face each other.

Because that's not efficient. For example, Bedwell and the Faceless, although there is a difference in strength, are both high-level, close to the legendary rank. A low-level high-level intermediate professional can't intervene in the battle between these two people at all, the aftermath of the battle alone can crush it, and it takes dozens of high-level professionals to have a decisive impact on the battle, but how can a high-level professional be so wasteful?

It is difficult for a low-level professional to survive in front of a higher-level opponent, and it is very inefficient to use a simple crowd tactic. Of course, high-level professionals can completely sweep away low-level professionals, but will the high-level professionals of the opposing camp stand idly by?

The key to the battlefield is in the middle level.

Most battles between factions start from the mid-level battlefield, because most of the high-level professionals have strong survival and harassment abilities, and unless the absolute strength difference is too great, they can at least delay the opponent. And the strength of the high-level is much different, so it will not become a battle, it will be a pure slaughter. Generally speaking, once the winner is decided in the middle battlefield, it can be up or down, which is very flexible. Below, you can clean up low-level professionals like a whirlwind. On the other hand, a well-prepared team of mid-level professionals is also an extremely powerful pawn. So the middle level has always been the key to the battle.

And on the current battlefield of Dragon City, the strength of the two sides is barely equal, although Dragon City is at a disadvantage, it can still be supported, but the mid-level strength of the Holy Light Sect has shown an overwhelming advantage. In fact, when it comes to the number of middle levels, the Holy Light Sect is far above the Dragon City Guards, but the Dragon City Guards have rich combat experience, and the geographical advantage of the military camp area can barely support it. But after the Holy Light Cult mobilized the betrayers among the Dragon City Guardians, this equilibrium was broken.

The outermost line of defense was quickly breached, and the Holy Light Sect, under the leadership of the Holy Knights, quickly broke through to the inner line, engaging with the Dragon City Defenders in close combat, quickly encroaching on the opponent's living space.

In the blink of an eye, the battle line was already shaky.

"Hey, your men are being slaughtered, aren't you going to do something?"

Heavenly, the Faceless One asked faintly.

Bedwell didn't bother to respond, and he turned the inscription on the knight's sword and continued to change his attack, trying to catch the opponent's flickering tracks. His opponent was the Faceless, and he didn't have to think about anything else. At this time, if you lose because of distraction, you will only release a terrifying devil, which is irresponsible to your comrades.

Seeing that the provocation was ineffective, the Faceless One said, "Or are you so confident in the inner fortress?" ”

As he spoke, the Dragon City Guardian had been forced into the innermost defensive circle by the Holy Light Sect. Supported by three forts, Bedwell's Mansion is the core and the last trump card in the barracks.

When most of the Dragon City guards retreated into the inner guard, the barracks area shook for a while, and three fortresses in the core of the inner perimeter rose from the ground, and the cyan masonry seemed to have life, squirming like flowing water, and the square fortress rose from the ground and became a giant made of masonry.

These giants are extremely powerful alchemy lifeforms, any one of them has the strength of a high-level professional, and the lethality in the small battlefield is unparalleled, they are infinitely powerful, and they move quickly, and immediately after transforming, they wield heavy punches and slammed wildly, breaking the tendons and bones of the vanguard paladins of the Holy Light Cult.

The fists of these giants are like small mountains, and it just so happens that the paladins are very dense in order to compress the battle line, and a dozen people often turn into meat sauce with one punch. However, the giant's cyan body was indestructible, and any holy light spell hit it was turned into invisible, and it could not have the slightest effect.

Encountering such an opponent, the frontline legion of the Holy Light Sect had a tendency to collapse at that time, and the morale of the Dragon City Defenders was greatly boosted, and they began to fight back with all their might, and they actually pushed the battle line out with a large absolute disadvantage, and also faintly showed the hope of turning the tables.

"Hmph, it's not easy to operate for decades, this kind of green brick that has been blessed by the Holy Light has been accumulated so much by you, it's enough to build three fortress giants. The diocese of Dragon City is indeed rotten and needs to be cleaned. ”

The Faceless One suppressed Bedwell while commenting on the battlefield below with interest.

"However, decades of business cycle is too long, do you think we really don't know anything about these three giants? The green bricks that are immune to the Holy Light spell were made by our Holy Light Sect, and you think we won't have any backs?

Bedwell didn't answer, but the knight's sword attack became more and more fierce.

At this time, a high-ranking priest in the Holy Light Sect suddenly stepped forward and recited aloud: "All the blessings in the world come from the Holy Light, and the will of the Holy Light leads all those who steal from the Holy Light to not last long, and will be punished by the Holy Light."

At the same time, the three bluestone fortress giants trembled violently, and every blue brick that made up their bodies groaned in pain under the recitation of the high-ranking priest.

The miracles of the Light come from the Light, and the priest, as the spokesperson of the Light, naturally has the right to take back these miracles

In just a few moments, the three giants continued to rise with white-gold balls of light, which were the blessed power of the Holy Light and the source of immunity to the Holy Light spells. But by this time they had all been driven away.

Without spell immunity, the Giant of the Bluestone Fortress is just a target for the big one. The priests of the Holy Light Sect regrouped, and a large number of spells bombarded out, quickly drowning the giants, and these powerful alchemical beings let out an earth-shattering wail, but they were inevitably disintegrated little by little.

At this time, in the corner of the battlefield, an old man with a sad expression spoke: "Holy Maiden, please let me stop this." This war...... Pointless. ”

"Stop all this? Can you do it? A Kyushu monk with a long sword chuckled and interjected, "Be careful if you are caught up in it and ruined." ”

"In any case, I must do everything in my power to stop this tragedy from continuing"

"If you don't see the Yellow River, you don't give up, then you can try it, I'll wait to collect your body." Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, the Kyushu monk shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Looking forward to your good news." ”

The old man looked at him deeply, then at the saint to whom he was allegiant.

"Holy Maiden, I'm going."

The saint nodded: "Well, I hope you can resolve this dispute peacefully." ”

Next to him, someone whispered to himself imperceptibly: "Peace? Aya, you're still too naïve. ”

The situation on the battlefield once again tilted in a direction that was unfavorable to the defenders of Dragon City. The three bluestone giants were covered in bruises and nearly collapsed under the intensive bombardment of spells. The morale of the defenders of Dragon City was greatly reduced and they were gradually pressed back.

And the fortress that originally formed the core of the inner defense line had already stood up, so at this time, the inner defense line was equal to no danger to defend, and if it was overwhelmed by the Holy Light Sect again, there was no possibility of reversing the situation on the battlefield.

However, just as the priests were about to completely disintegrate the three bluestone giants in one go, a white light rose into the air, and Archbishop Rowan's voice resounded in all directions.

"Men of the Light, please stop"

The battlefield fell silent for a moment, and the two warring sides stopped in unison and focused their attention on the archbishop in the sky.

After attracting everyone's attention through the Holy Word Technique, Archbishop Luo Wan said angrily: "This is a senseless war, it is the devil who is plotting to start a war who is despicable and shameless to steal the Holy Light, we have been living in peace with the Dragon City Guards for so many years, why do we want to start a lose-lose war inexplicably?" For decades, we have never been enemies, even though we have different beliefs, we are still friends who live in the same heaven and earth, how many of us have friends from the other camp? How many of us secretly admire the other camp? From the initial indifference, to the gradual familiarity later, one day we can become real brothers and sisters, so why should we hurt each other? Why do you want to set off a bloody storm? Which of you will tell me for what? ”

On the battlefield, shocked by this sudden change, everyone was silent.

"I know that it is because of a certain despicable and shameless devil, in the name of the Holy City, who forced you to fight, forced you to start an unjust war, he forged the mark of the Holy City, and had great force, and you were at a loss to obey orders, and I ...... But he was imprisoned by it, and he couldn't show up to set things right. But now, it's time for it all to end"

Archbishop Rowan's voice echoed up and down Dragon City repeatedly.

As a party, the Faceless One only laughed at this, as if he saw a barking wild dog, and then continued to attack Bedwell, who was also unaware of Rowan's presence, and devoted himself to the battle with the Faceless.

And with the sound of fierce fighting on the battlefield in the sky, there was gradually a sound of dialogue and exchange on the battlefield, and after a while, a Dragon City guard shouted loudly: "Stop? It's easy to say that so many people have died here, how can you stop? Can you bring them back to life? ”

That's right, if you showed up to stop it when the war didn't start, and now that the blood is flowing, you still want everyone to stop fighting?

Who do you think you are?

Even the priests of the Holy Light Sect were a little red-eyed at this time, and no matter how high the prestige of Archbishop Rowan was, it was impossible for them to stop there

Luo Wan also secretly complained. On that day, he had a trick with the Faceless One, and was severely injured by the Holy Light spell. Later, he was rescued by Wang Lu, and he did escape with his life, but not long after kneeling to Joan of Arc, his injuries broke out and he fell unconscious. It wasn't until the war officially began, and the energy of the Holy Light was stirring, that he was sensed and awakened. That is, just a few minutes ago, when there was already a river of blood.

But now he had no choice but to stop the fight.

"This war is not the will of any one of you, you have only been used by men, reduced to swords and swords in his hands, and if you are guilty, you are also to blame for the culprit who single-handedly started this conspiracy, and he is still showing his might above your heads"

Rowan used all his strength to drum up the power of the Holy Light, so that his voice could better stir people's hearts and induce their thoughts.

"O people of the Holy Light, please recognize your enemies, adjust the direction of your swords, the elites of Dragon City, loyal servants of the Holy Light, please let go of your temporary grudges, don't let your relatives and enemies go faster, you have common enemies, common threats, at least for now, at this moment, please join hands to eradicate the greatest evildoers"

Hearing this, everyone present was moved.

For the people of the Holy Light Sect, if it weren't for this inexplicable chief referee, who would want to go to war with an opponent whose strength was not much different from their own? They enjoyed the most luxurious life in the land of Bretonia, the safest environment - when there was a threat from foreign enemies, it was always the coolies of the Dragon City Guardians to solve the problem. Eradicating heresy and the like has long been out of the mind.

Of course, perhaps the Holy Light Sect is dominant in Dragon City, which is more in their interests, but if this benefit has to be exchanged for everyone's lives, the price will be a little too great. And the Faceless's repressive policies make them hesitate. In fact, up to this point, the Holy Light Cult's performance on the battlefield had not been very positive. After the integration of the Faceless One, their comprehensive strength is several times that of their opponents, but the advantage in actual combat is not so obvious.

And for the Dragon City Guard, it can be regarded as a sigh of relief, it is naturally good to be able to integrate the strength of the power first, and help the City Lord solve the strongest opponent. At that time, even if the Holy Light Sect still wants to continue the war, Dragon City's side will not be afraid, and Bedwell's free hand will be enough to sweep the battlefield.

In just a few words, Archbishop Rowan succeeded in stirring up the emotions of the insiders, and the focus of hatred gradually shifted to the Faceless One.

However, the Faceless One only sneered at this.

"Done with the show? Then it's my turn. ”

As he spoke, the Faceless One in the sky split into an avatar, and his strength was only less than one percent of that of the deity, but the momentum of the sentient beings did not diminish in the slightest.

"You fools, you are so fooled by the words of an apostate that you have fed all your dogs for your faith in the Light?"

The Faceless One cares nothing about the amount of hatred that their vicious attacks can cause.

Because, he has a killer move that is enough to kill the whole thing in one blow.

"Your beloved predecessor, Archbishop Rowan, is a member of the Xunshan Hermitage."

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