"Wow!"

The audience was in an uproar.

The sword of the paladin revealed its true face, only to see that its whole body was intricate gold and silver, extremely holy, the sword was inlaid with gemstones, shining with brilliance, the hilt of the sword could hold both hands, and the statue of the goddess was carved in relief.

Such a beautiful, smooth and well-proportioned sword can be called a visual treat.

At this moment, the air was filled with fragments of shattered walls of light, each piece like the glow of fireflies, decorating the night with an unusual beauty.

Phoclo is the first of the brave warriors who have truly crossed the Minoan Labyrinth to reach this place on their own, except for the group of Night Warriors.

Not even the protective layer of the Paladin's Sword could stop him!

Night Wuqi looked at the Paladin's Sword flying in a perfect parabola like this, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, because he didn't feel that it was brought by the momentum of Phoclo's attack.

"Bang dang!"

The Paladin's sword smashed directly into the ground beside Ye Wuqi like broken copper.

Just when Ye Wuqi was strange in his heart, he suddenly found that the Paladin's Sword was reaching an imperceptible resonance with the Red Blood Remnant Cloud of the Demon Sword with rhythmic fluctuations. Of course, this kind of imperceptibility is only for outsiders, for Ye Wuqiu, as the master of the red blood remnant cloud, it is extremely simple to experience the emotions of the red blood remnant cloud.

But in the eyes of others, things are really simple, and even the person concerned, Franklow, completely thinks that the sword of the paladin was knocked away by himself. He didn't think much about it, how could a holy weapon that carried out God's will in the human world be thrown away so easily like ten copper iron swords sold in street stalls.

It's not that he doubts God's authority, it's just that he's a devout believer, but he doesn't think much about it all of a sudden.

Phoclo gasped for breath, leaped into the air, and rushed to the side of the night without hatred.

Ye Wu's sharp eyes and hands quickly grasped like a paladin's sword, but Phocro was faster, he raised his hand and swung it out, and the irrebellious force once again lifted Ye Wuqi like a ball.

The vast crowd in the audience watched this scene in amazement, they never thought that the person who was the first to cross the Minoan Labyrinth was so vulnerable, and was also knocked to the ground and rolled on the ground to subvert the image of a warrior! They may not need a leader with great strength, but they need a spiritual mainstay with a glorious image, a man who abides by chivalric morality, and who can have defeats but must be tragic enough to move people's hearts!

Perhaps the criterion for becoming a leader lies in whether his story qualifies as an epic poem that the troubadour has sung far and wide!

Such an image of being easily beaten and confused like Night No Enemy is really disappointing.

Some of them have already begun to shout: "Paladin, the powerful one, come down quickly, that black-robed boy! I don't know how you got through the Minoan Labyrinth." ”

This sentiment was contagious, and it spread quickly among the crowd, and many people dressed in knightly costumes, pointy-eared elves, and even dwarven goblins, who had always been branded as a despicable race, began to shout in unison: "Phoclo, paladin! ”

No wonder the masses of the people fanned the flames so much, and asked themselves without hatred at night, if it were themselves, who would they choose. In the end, he had to smile bitterly and find that the tough guy Phoklow, who was full of iron-blooded breath, was the one who moved people's hearts and was the warrior who was more in line with the image of the leader!

Ye Wuqi was half spread on the ground, and his hands supported his upper body. He looked at the clergy of the religion presiding over the assembly, and it was he who had previously encouraged Ye Wuvenge to take up the Paladin's Sword in a passionate tone, but now he was also silent.

At the higher end of the inner fortress, there was a neat row of people dressed in holy white robes, holding scepters, looking down at the venue with expressionless faces.

"How they got through the Minoan Labyrinth. ”

"I don't know. The Minoan labyrinth will not let the water go. Even if they were lucky enough to avoid one or two magical beasts, there were many difficulties and dangers in the Minoan labyrinth, how did they survive. ”

"They were weak and pitiful, but the black-robed and the orange-glowing two lads were interesting. There is something strange about their power. ”

"High Priestess, what's so strange about this, that orange boy is just a rare starry mage. And the strength of that black-robed kid is even more out of the mainstream, so it's not worth mentioning. ”

The High Priest shook his head slightly, his eternal face slightly downward, staring at the changes on the altar in the field.

Phoclo didn't care about the night, he leaned over to pick up the paladin's sword, but suddenly looked back, the spear stabbed the previous time, and the illusory greatsword that attacked it disappeared with the wind.

Huo Jie was suspended in the air, and the starwheel under his seat rotated. He stared at Phoclo.

Phoclo was stunned for a moment, and then said strangely, "Starry Sky Mage?"

But at this stunned moment, the silent night innocent carp next to him flew up, rushing over at great speed.

Phoclo was very proud of his strength, and when he looked back and fought back, Night Innocent was already close to his side. If Phoclo faced the night with a serious mentality and distanced himself from the night, he might make some scenes public. However, Phoclo did not pay attention to the night without hatred for the first time, so that the two of them were very close, and then there was a passage widely circulated in the mouth of the troubadour:

The paladins are brave and fearless and sing triumphant songs,

The Starry Sky Archmage is on the side to disturb the enemy's heart,

The two of them worked together to be blessed by God,

The golden light shines, just as the brilliance of the leader makes all men admire,

The paladin holds the forgiveness of the dawn in his hand,

Adhering to the will of heaven, shining in all directions,

Slash horizontally and vertically, unstoppable.

The enemy was unable to parry, and fled in the wilderness,

The paladin is calm and generous, and does not blame him,

The enemy accepted the favor and fell in tears.

Lalala~Lalala~

God's will reigns supreme, and God's authority brooks no violation.

If the mountain is in front, it will step on the mountain, and if it is separated from the front, it will fill in the sea,

Lalala~Lalala~

If the mountain is in front, it will step on the mountain, and if it is separated from the front, it will fill in the sea,

My god shines forever, and the light is in all directions!

In this way, it is very good to convey the effect of that period on the hearts of the people, who were silent at that time, only to feel that a miracle had befallen them.

When they came back to their senses and collectively let out a long-lasting cheer, they knew that their Augustus Paladin, had arrived!

The clergy on the high platform also stood up collectively, and watched as Ye Wuqi held the sword of the paladin in his hand, defeated Phocle, and enjoyed the glory that resounded in the sky!

The proud figure of the night without hatred was indeliblely imprinted in the minds of the people in the battle with Phoklo, even if the battle only lasted for a moment, but even if the time was short, the results were there, it was enough.

The fallacy of propagation in the epic is also obvious, as Phoclot is not an enemy and does not flee after being defeated.

These are all manifestations of mythology.