Charlemagne's knees had just been raised, but his body stiffened, and then he quickly hugged his head with both hands, and the black fighting spirit filled the surface of his body, and a fireball with a roar of rage exploded on his body, and the huge force in it pushed him off the ground and landed far on the stone steps, knocking the stone slab under him into several cracks.

Before he could stand up, the second fireball flew quickly, this time he was prepared in advance, let out a low roar, a punch out, the collision of fighting energy and fire elements caused a small hurricane, swirling and rolling up the surrounding dust and leaves, but the third fireball followed, this time the target was not Charlemagne, but the carriage, under the impact of the fireball, the wheel shattered into flying wood chips and debris, and the carriage fell to one side, and the people hiding inside, including the unconscious teenager, also rolled out.

Charlemagne's cronies were very clear-headed, he immediately opened the compartment of the carriage, picked up the tightly bound little girl, and rushed towards the portal in three steps and two steps, but he only ran two steps, but he rolled back in embarrassment, and his body was also covered with dust, and another fireball exploded directly near the portal, although it had no effect on the portal for the time being, but it was enough to keep him from approaching.

The relatives were frightened, and they didn't care about standing up, so they crawled to the back of the carriage with the little girl in their hands, looking frightened.

Xiao Gu stood on top of a fairly tall dwelling, the palm of the fire elemental was sometimes condensed, sometimes rising, in this position, there was no danger that the other party could pose a threat to himself, but as a mage, he could unscrupulously cause trouble and trouble to the other party, and even threaten his life.

Charlemagne's face was gloomy, and he could sense that the mage standing on the high place was deliberately delaying his time, because as long as he didn't move, the mage didn't make any moves, but he believed that as long as he showed his intention to flee or attack. Then you will definitely be restrained by the other party. This made him very irritated inside, and the people around him would only gather more and more, and his hope of escape would only become more and more slim.

Although the portal is still shining there, no one knows when the magic elements there will be exhausted, and when it will lose the strength to support it, if it is just a magic attack, he will not pay attention to it, just break through, but the problem is that it is. If the fire elemental and his body passed through a portal made of pure qi elementals, even those who knew nothing about magic knew that once the originally stable element was disordered, God knows what terrible things would happen, and maybe he wouldn't even be left with scum in the end.

So to successfully escape on his own, this mage has become the biggest stumbling block.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning, and finally only a sharp and complex light appeared in his pupils, and if anyone could read it, he knew that it was a determination to give up something.

He suddenly said loudly, "Come here." You send these two children away, and I'll cut them off!"

Charlemagne's cronies hesitated, gritted their teeth, and ran out with the little girl in their hands, but only halfway through, Charlemagne suddenly grabbed him. "Small."

The cronies did not have the slightest suspicion. Completely let Charlemagne hold his back collar. But in an instant, he felt that something was wrong. He felt the little girl snatched from his hand. Then his whole body was lifted. Then he was sent into the sky by a huge force. A flash of fire suddenly appeared in front of him. The hot air covered his mouth and nose. He opened his mouth in shock. But there was only time for a short scream. It was muffled by an even more violent explosion. Scattered were foul-smelling and charred stumps.

Charlemagne snorted. A smirk appeared on his face. The momentary delay had bought him enough time. At the same time as the explosion sounded, he also raised his left foot in the air. And then. Falling heavily.

Alfred's face changed. He remembered the scene in the square that day. Suddenly shouted: "Everyone be careful. That's ......"

"The earth roars!"

With Charlemagne's feet on the ground. A pale yellow wave of light spread out in all directions from his center. The nearest place, Alfred, was stunned before he could react. All the Templar swordsmen present felt an indescribable force spread up the soles of their feet. It seems that he is standing on the crater of the eruption. Countless surging lava spurts freely in the body. Skeleton. Entrails. The body seemed to have been hit with a huge impact in an instant. It's not just them. Even the surrounding buildings began to deteriorate to a limited extent. And some of the small houses collapsed directly in the disaster.

Look far away. Somewhere in the city, it seems to have been struck by a meteorite that fell from the sky. Suddenly, smoke and dust rose from the sky. The vision is also blurred.

A gust of wind blew and swept away a bit of dust.

Looking at the people lying on the ground, Charlemagne gasped for a few breaths, his originally dark and ruddy face was actually a little pale, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he looked back, and the building where the mage was standing collapsed without any suspense, presumably he should be buried underneath at this moment, right? Even if he doesn't die, he has no leisure to entangle himself for the time being.

At this point, the light of the portal was already a little dim, which meant that it would not last long.

Hehe chuckled, Charlemagne took a few steps easily, grabbed the unconscious boy and threw it on his shoulder, and then picked up the little girl with one hand and carefully clamped it under his arm, and rushed to the portal, but when he was still a few steps away from the portal, he snorted coldly, suddenly took a step backwards, and two bright rays suddenly flashed in front of him, and then sank into the ground with a thud.

These two beautifully decorated sharp daggers were the second time he had seen them today.

Charlemagne turned his head sharply, the muscles in his cheeks twitching visibly, and Black Widow stood on top of the rubble.

Originally, the frozen earth magic completely blocked the way out of the Black Widow, and if she walked from the back of the mansion, it would inevitably take a detour, but at that time, Charlemagne had already fled, but this somewhat inexplicable earthquake collapsed the corridor, allowing her to get out of luck in a short time, although she threw away the pair of short swords that were extremely threatening to Charlemagne, but at this moment she was holding a scroll in her hand, judging from the almost irrepressible earth element fluctuations above, it can be seen that the magic contained in this scroll is greater and wider than the previous magic。

The other party hijacked the young man regardless of his words, and also killed his most loyal sidekick, no matter what, she would not let the other party leave easily, but her voice was upright but very calm: "Vice President Charlemagne, you have killed people in my mansion with impunity, do you want to give me an explanation?"

The calm and cold voice drilled into his ears, and everyone could hear the killing intent contained in it, Charlemagne's head began to break out in a cold sweat, he was holding people in both hands, and his own physical strength was consumed a lot, at this distance, he couldn't threaten the other party at all, so he laughed dryly, and said, "Madam, listen to me......"

"There's nothing to say!" Black Widow's voice suddenly turned stronger, and her dark blue eyes revealed a thick hostility: "Even if I let you go now, but since you have hurt so many clerics, even if you fall into their hands, the ending will not be the same, so I will definitely not let you get away so easily," she snorted coldly and sneered, "But ...... If you are willing to take the initiative to enter the temple of sin in the Holy See, then I will not stop you. ”

Charlemagne's face froze, his eyes rolling, as if he was planning a way out.

Black Widow is not in a hurry, in this case, even if she is a person with a higher level than Charlemagne standing here, there is nothing to think of, as long as she moves her hand lightly, this magic rock thorn in her hand will be activated, even if the opponent's body is no matter how strong the fighting qi barrier is, it will not be able to hold on until the end of this earth-based magic that is known for its long time, and the longer the time is delayed, the more beneficial it will be to herself, she believes that the Holy See will definitely not only send these few people, there will definitely be masters who will continue to come.

Charlemagne suddenly let out a long sigh and said as if he had given up something: "Well, it seems that I have no choice. ”

Black Widow's eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle, she didn't expect Charlemagne to take the initiative to give up, in fact, he would definitely die on either of these two paths, she thought that this man who looked like a fierce beast would fight to the death, and she didn't expect this ending anyway, so that she was stunned, thinking that the other party seemed to have some conspiracy.

It's just a moment of mental negligence, Charlemagne's eyes flashed, as if he had issued some code, a wind eagle suddenly crossed the sky, swooped down and pecked at the scroll and swept at a very fast speed, the black widow was caught off guard, the scroll in his hand was taken away, and he stumbled a step along with himself.

The Wind Eagle circled the sky, let out a long howl, and landed firmly on Charlemagne's shoulder.

Charlemagne took the scroll, shook it in his hand, and laughed, and now no one could stop him!

He ignored the Black Widow and continued to walk towards the portal, but before he could take a step forward, a calm and powerful voice came from behind him, "Vice President Charlemagne, are you just leaving?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Charlemagne trembled, feeling as if a basin of cold water was splashed on the top of his head, and even his hands and feet froze, he slowly turned around, revealing a solemn and suspicious look.

A figure stepped out of the smoke and dust, and then slowly walked over to the two men and stood still.

The black widow glanced at this person and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Bishop Rantiston!"