The first offensive was thwarted. Uther had no choice, and since the advantage he had worked so hard to plan had been leveled out, it would be better to do it again at most.

In previous battles, he had faced a situation ten times worse than this, but he still held out to the end.

Whoever can persevere will be the winner in the end.

In that one-shot attack, Uther had gotten the information he wanted, and Ibsayle was clearly inferior in strength, but he had strengths in speed and skill.

He took a closer look at his surroundings, and the wide square was not enough to play to his full advantage, as the opponent had enough space to dodge and open the distance.

If he can't stick to the opponent in the next attack, then he will become extremely passive.

This must change!

"Roar!"

With a burst of shouts, the spear in Uther's hand struck sharply, and the speed was too fast to even produce a sharp whistling sound in the air, and the crimson fighting spirit was dragged out of a brilliant rainbow, as eye-catching and bloody as blood.

Faced with this powerful blow, Ibusel chose to dodge.

Although you can also choose to fight back and take the initiative in the battle, Uther's indomitable ferocity is abnormal, and if you make a move, it is likely to only cause a lose-lose situation. He wants a win, not a draw.

What's more, he has now disrupted the rhythm of the other party, the other party seems to be fierce, but in fact, it is just difficult to ride a tiger, and he has to maintain the momentum of a strong attack, all he needs to do is wait, waiting for the moment when the opponent's physical strength is exhausted, that is when he counterattacks!

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion, and the stones in the sky shattered and splashed, and Uther slammed into a pile of rock walls with ferocious force, and then the crimson scarlet actually stopped and rushed out again.

With a hint of confusion, Ibusel retreated again.

Uther did not give up, and in a short time he went on a rampage like a meteor, brazenly trying to ram Ibsel with his body and spear, as if he did not care at all about his physical strength.

Under the night sky, in the square in front of the temple, apart from the rumbling sound, only the stage of black and red remained.

"Roar!" Uther suddenly roared, and Ibsel felt his feet sink, and then he suddenly realized that at some point, cracks and potholes appeared in the ground of the square, and cracks and potholes were spreading in all directions.

With a loud bang, the rock beneath their feet completely cracked, and a huge crater collapsed into the ground where the two men were standing.

Smoke and debris rise and slowly dissipate. The rest are two auras of fighting spirit, one black and one red.

Uther gasped, his heart filled with a desire for victory.

In order to completely limit the opponent's advantage, he did not attack the opponent just now, but kept stomping, destroying the square under his feet, and artificially creating a pothole that restricted his activities.

Uther's spear pointed forward, and now, in this semi-enclosed space that was two people tall and only wide enough to accommodate one person, neither speed nor skill could exert a normal level, and the strength that he was proud of could completely overwhelm the other party here!

Ibusail looked at it in surprise, he suddenly laughed, and slapped the back of his hand: "It's really good, I can actually think of using this method to limit my speed, I have to say, if it is really as you think, it is really possible to die here." ”

"Hmph!" Uther snorted coldly, the other party had already used words to confuse himself once, could it be that he would be on again?

"It's all over. Uther's eyes were cold, and he decided not to say anything more to this man. He couldn't wait to reap the life of this great enemy, and the spear in his hand slowly raised, and the fiery red fighting spirit rushed into the air furiously.

Ibsel sighed, and he raised his spear as well.

The last struggle?

An icy smile broke into Uther's face.

Stepping on the ground, twisting his waist, he shot, combined all the power of his body with one shot, and stabbed at the opponent!

Amazingly, Ibsail didn't dodge, but stabbed at the same shot, and the target was his own spear!

You don't stand a chance, it's a contest of strength, Uther roared, using all his strength......

The sound of metal clashing passed past my ears, and the sound of elite grinding made my mind dizzy.

Killed?

Uther tried to keep his eyes open, but he saw that the tip of his spear had been twisted into a twisted shape, and his hand had been shattered into an unrecognizable pile of flesh, hanging limply from the barrel of the spear, and he looked down, and a spear broke through the heavy armor on his chest, sinking deep into it.

How is it possible? His own strength can't resist Ibsel?

Uther wanted to roar loudly, but he couldn't make a sound, his red eyes staring at each other, and the only breath in the air was like a sleepy beast.

Ibusel held the spear in both hands strongly, and looked at Uther with a hint of pity in his eyes, and he said calmly: "The dragon's roaring fighting spirit, its ability to change its attributes freely, this is its secret. There was a pause, a hint of mockery on his lips. "When it's all turned into a strength attribute, all I have is the power of a dragon. ”

Ibusel looked at the sky, sent the spear in his hand forward unscrupulously, and said lightly: " Since I was born, I need to watch all kinds of battles and killing scenes, although I vomit to death every time, but soon, I slowly like this kind of game, I began to systematically learn how to face various professions at the age of ten, after the age of twelve, every year each profession will be sent to me one by one to be killed by me, I was born, I am ready to fight with people, everything is prepared for me, and even when I need a dragon, there are people to catch me, I just need to make the last move, including the details of each of you, there are thieves guild documents sent to my desk in advance, so to speakBefore the battle began, it was destined to be unfair. ”

He said as he walked forward. The spear pierced Uther's body and poked out of his back, thick blood running down the ground.

Uther said in a deep voice: "I see, it turns out that this is the difference between us, I did not lose in your hands, but in the resources in your hands. ”

Ibusel was stunned for a moment, and then admitted calmly: "Yes, you are very reasonable to say this, who made you just a civilian." That's our biggest difference...... Huh?"

Uther had closed his eyes.

He's dead.

Ibsel smiled lightly, took out a wing-shaped badge from the spatial ring and chased it into the groove of the spear gauntlet: "This is the seventh. ”

Since mages come from different places, their strength and identity are also very different. There was a need for someone of sufficient prestige to deploy these people, and this naturally fell to Neoried, who had the title of brilliant mage.

The Abyssal Horn is stored on an altar in the southeast corner of the temple, where the mage will have enough men to defend it.

If it's just defense, then these people are enough, however, it's not enough, for the rise of the Mage Guild, they must get a victory.

A perfect victory.

The plan was not very elaborate, which also had to do with their loose organization, and it was obviously very difficult and not feasible to have them deploy like an army.

Therefore, this crude plan is to attract all the members of the dark side who have invaded the temple to the core area of the temple, and according to Kao, a few high-level powerhouses and a large number of mages will consume their sharp energy, and then surround them on all sides and destroy each other.

Very simple and simple plan.

It only made him angry that until just now, the attendants had come to tell him that the personnel used to surround the temple and block the various intersections had not yet arrived.

This means that in the early stages of the war, he can only blindly defend passively until those reinforcements arrive, and then complete the encirclement, and finally attack inside and outside, eating the invading dark degenerates in one fell swoop.

The improvised plan divided his forces into three parts, the first of which was at the forefront, guarding the passages and stairs, but their battle was the weakest of the three.

The second part is the elite sent by the Mage Guild for this operation, they are experienced and strong, guarding the three main passages leading to the altar of the Abyssal Horn, and they bear the responsibility of delaying, hindering, and misleading each other.

And the last part is composed of the most elite, a team composed purely of high-level fire mages.

He is not in a hurry to play this card, but is ready to attack from the outside, and he can also organize a powerful counterattack.

Neorid scrutinized his battle plan. I didn't put it down until I confirmed that it was correct.

Then he turned his head sideways, and in front of him, several Qi mages unfolded the "Atmospheric Mirror", and there was a Qi mage in charge of monitoring each path.

"Huh," he stood up, and found six or seven people standing in a side hall on the periphery, who seemed to be looking for a way out, but for a moment they were a little hesitant, and even quarreled.

He carefully checked the other mirror images, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this group was very far away from the other teammates, and his heart suddenly became active, and he had the idea of eating this team.

Maybe you should try.

With this thought, he couldn't hold it back any longer, he took a breath, pointed to the people on the air mirror, and said, "Let's let the nearest people attack, test it first." ”

Soon, the mage who received the order would not hesitate to dispatch, and for a while, all kinds of fireballs, lightning, wind blades, and rock spikes appeared in the atmospheric mirror, as if a vast magic festival, pouring towards the black-clothed people underground.

After blasting about a quarter of an hourglass, the exhausted mages withdrew their staffs, and the hall was empty, as if no one had ever appeared.

"Are they all gone?" Neorid wrinkled, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then suddenly said, "Not good!"

A faint blade of light flashed through his throat, and a mage was surprised to find that his companion's throat was cut like a mouth, and soon, he also fell to the ground with a blurred vision, and black shadows were clinging to his body, constantly harvesting the lives of nearby mages.

"Damn, it's a trap! Retreat, retreat!" Neorid stomped his feet, it was undeniable that he was an outstanding mage, but not a good commander, but the prestige of this ability was not as high as his, it was an insoluble contradiction.

Moreover, he found that these mages in the first part were indeed not comparable to those members of the dark side in terms of combat skills and experience, and poured cold water on his originally somewhat proud heart.

After a long time, watching the remaining mages retreat, Neoried sighed and said, "The mages have been slacking off for too long. He waved his hand and said, "In this case, our mages should stop making unnecessary sacrifices, let them follow the plan, shrink the defense line, and lead the people of the Dark Council to the central area of the temple, although the idea is good, but what he didn't expect at all was that the change in the tide of battle was suddenly beyond his control."

The surviving members of the defeated mage team were not intimidated by this in the previous round of confrontation, but contacted several surrounding teams at the suggestion of the leader, and several groups of mage teams guarding the main road scattered around the stars immediately gathered here, and quickly exchanged hands with the dark side.

The members of the Dark Council immediately noticed that this attack by the Mage Council was particularly fierce, and they immediately misunderstood, thinking that this was an important place to lead to their destination, and immediately contacted the surroundings through Howard, and soon, more than three groups of members of the Dark Council Kao approached.

As the people on both sides gathered more and more, even if they wanted to retreat, they couldn't get out for a while.

The light of the elements and all kinds of fighting energy began to burst out in this not very spacious hall, and colorful lights and shouts collided violently with each other.

Neoried watched all this dumbfounded, this group of mages arranged in the front line was originally just some temporary manpower, and their strength was not strong, where did they think that they would dare to launch a counterattack privately?

If this continues, it won't be long before these people are wiped out.

But now he wants to sacrifice all these manpower, which he doesn't want to see, due to the lack of manpower, coupled with the distrust of the Knight Alliance and the Holy See, so the current manpower is barely guarding the various intersections, and even carefully calculated to a single digit.

If this group of men is eliminated, but the next battle of the second line of defense will inevitably be full of loopholes, it is difficult to say whether it will be able to hold out until the people outside complete the siege.

Neoried quickly made up his mind, and he immediately ordered the mage part of the second line of defense to attack at once and bring the men back.

These mages holding magic scrolls really lived up to expectations, they were well prepared and experienced in combat, just opened a few magic scrolls, suppressed the recklessness of the dark council, and took the first part of the team members down, but in less than half an hourglass, only a quarter of these people were left, and they were all injured, and the strength of the dark side's combat power couldn't help but make them feel cold.

"The next step is to defend. After this time, Nioried didn't dare to make any small moves, but honestly strengthened the defense.

Through the atmospheric mirror, Emperor Adriman saw all this clearly, he shook his head, the performance of the mages disappointed him, the organization was not effective, there was no cooperation between each other, not to say, only knew that he blindly issued powerful spells, and even stood in place after sending out several strong ** in a row, this low-level and naïve mistake made him speechless.

Only the performance of the elite squads behind him made him shine, but even then, they could only stay on the defensive.

"The Mage Council still can't compare to the Holy See. He smiled wryly and thought, if the Abyssal Horn was stored in the center of the Holy See, would the Dark Council really have the guts to take it?

His gaze shifted to the pentagram, he had planned to activate the law domain when the battle was in a stalemate, but the performance of the mages disappointed him, and he hesitated whether to do it in advance, "Teacher, someone wants to see you." Abner looked very serious,

"Huh?" Edriman tilted his head slightly, dragging out of his unthinking state.

Abner said in a deep voice, "It's the vice-president of the Monks' Society. ”

Adriman turned his head abruptly, stared at Abner, and said in a deep voice, "Confirmed?"

At this time...... A feeling of irritability suddenly rose in his heart, "Yes, it's confirmed." Abner nodded. There are two vice-presidents of the Friars' Order, and this time this vice-president is not publicly available because he has been in charge of the laws and regulations of the Church for a long time, but he is vaguely aware that he may have been born in the Holy See before, or may have been a bishop of a certain diocese.

Adriman thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to see him, no matter what you think, you have to hold him back, even if it's just an hourglass." ”

"Got it, teacher. Abner saluted respectfully, looked at the teacher's back as he turned to the door, and turned and went straight into the antechamber.

"My lord, the tutor is not convenient now, so I can only receive you. ”

"I know His Holiness doesn't want to see me, but there are some things I must say. The vice-president was slender and had a magnetic voice, which was pleasant to the ear, and although he did not show his face, judging from the way he talked and walked, Abner instinctively felt that this was a man of outstanding appearance.

"Although the battle between the Monks and the Dark Council is uninterrupted, there is no large-scale conflict between the two sides, and in my opinion, this conflict is only a little bigger, and it is not a big deal, and it will not cause any major war, but if it ......"

He stared at Abner, his eyes, which felt the illusion of being pierced, despite being hidden by the hood.

"If the Emperor makes a move, it will probably lead to catastrophic consequences, do you understand?"

Abner said categorically: "The mentor will not shoot directly. ”

The vice president looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze for a few seconds, then snorted, and said, "I hope so, I hope your mentor remembers the agreement with those people, otherwise even if we win the current game, this consequence is not something we can afford." ”

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