The spear of Longinus, known as the holy spear, is because it was stained with the blood of Jesus, and even in the world, Jesus, who is also called a god or a saint, is enough to be called the pinnacle of both man and god in the mythology of the Western Kings.

Among the Knights of the Round Table who could have been linked to the Spear of Longinus, it should have been Galahad, after all, there is a legend that the blood-stained spear saved the limbs and torso of the "Waste King", although he has never used it to fight, but after all, the relationship is closer.

And Percival seems to be more objective with the belt sword he used more often in legend as a treasure, but the consciousness of the two worlds or the judgment of Valhalla will not change because of human cognition, and this miracle was born after Galahad's spirit base was not sensed in Valhalla.

First of all, Percival, who used to have two high adaptability of guns and swords, seems to be extremely good at using guns, and also meets the requirements of Valhalla, and there is also a legend that Galahad left this gun to Percival after receiving the Holy Grail and ascending to heaven.

Of course, it may be more critical that Valhalla decided that Percival, who held Longinus, was the strongest Percival, and all the previous factors were added to create this super strong Percival who held a god-level treasure.

"Ahh Just when all the undead were still in the terrifying reality of the Rotten Lord Lomio being killed in one hit, the zombie Nair, who had been stabbed in the chest by the holy spear before, finally couldn't resist the erosion of the holy light in his body, and turned into ashes after a scream.

Even if the intelligence is low, the undead also have a sense of survival, and under the suppression of the high-level undead, they may be able to resist the impact and siege of death, but when it is time to make their own decisions, the final result is to disperse in a hurry.

And the only surviving high-level Rolf insisted on carrying Lancelot's ferocious two penetrating injuries, leaving a large hole in the heart of the chest and running away without looking back, if he stayed here, he was afraid that he would die again.

"What the hell is that creature? Can't you kill it? Parcival, who had regained a little of his magic, stood up in front of him, looked at Lancelot and asked about the situation of the fleeing Rolf, to be honest, this kind of situation full of injuries but even immortality is quite bluffing.

Lancelot looked at the figure that had almost disappeared around the ground line and frowned and said: "It's more like some evil spirit controlled that **, just like repairing armor when injured, but I don't have a good way to deal with this thing in my hands, so let it go." ”

"Ahem, ahem" Percival coughed fiercely after taking a few steps, this level of treasure figuration is too expensive for him to fully liberate, but the effect is indeed beyond imagination, Lomio doesn't even have a chance to use the law.

"It's better to use less of this kind of treasure that is not your own strength, otherwise your body will collapse sooner or later because of it." Lancelot looked at Percival's physical condition and persuaded him seriously, but although Percival nodded, he probably didn't listen.

Lancelot shook his head helplessly: "Since you have completed the king's task, it's time to go back, let's go, it just so happens that your physical condition also needs corresponding recuperation or treatment, let the king help you take a look." ”

Parcival took a firm breath and continued to walk forward: "Don't worry, I have my own body, let's go back to Carmelo first." Lancelot nodded, and the two of them ignored the fleeing undead and turned back.

The tide of undead formed by the guidance of the undead lord is the threat to them, and now the undead who have fled in all directions are not even as big as the threat brought by some tigers and leopards hiding in the mountains and forests, and there is no need to waste time cleaning up.

Just when the two of them killed a lord at a very fast speed, Gawain on the other side had already stepped into the territory of the cold wind lord, and this place deserved to be called the place with the strongest wind in the entire cold zone, and the howling cold wind seriously affected the team's forward speed.

Unlike the previous Evil Spirit Lord's long territory, where they only crossed a small part, the Cold Wind Lord's close circle territory required them to walk through almost the entire territory, so the cold wind and the bad weather had a great impact on them.

"Is there really no way around this kind of weather?" Looking at the elves who were struggling to set up camp in the howling cold wind, Gawain frowned and looked at the sky, this kind of weather made him upset and irritable for no reason.

"It seems that we can only pass through it as soon as possible, I still hope that I won't be discovered by those undead, this kind of weather is really not suitable for elves to fight." Gareth, who had just caught up with the group, looked into the distance worriedly, she always felt that the undead here would not let them pass so easily.

Unfortunately, Gareth's worries came true just after nightfall, and one by one the ice-blue skeletons kept crawling out of the ground, which really caught everyone off guard, after all, they had never experienced this kind of battle in which the opponent's large army suddenly appeared from under their feet.

The combat effectiveness of skeletons is not strong, and a skeleton does not even have the strength of the second order, and it is generally about the first order of combat power that can basically beat ordinary adults, and it can be said that it is the existence of cannon fodder in regular battles.

But the greatest value of these troops is their terrifying number, although the elves who were a little flustered by the raid from the beginning still increased when they found out that their opponents were scrap wood one by one, and there was no ordinary intention of retreating after a failed raid.

"Your Excellency Gawain, is there any way for us to break through or suppress these undead, how do I feel that the other party is endless." Mog, who was a little soft with slashing skeletons here, found Gawain and asked, it was really the other party's tactics that were too demoralizing.

Not feeling the number of opponents at all, even if you keep killing, the number of opponents is getting bigger and bigger, and when you don't see results in your efforts, you will gradually slack off mentally, which is common sense that is difficult to change, and it is also a precursor to being killed by a sea of people.

"Prepare to break through" Gao Wen silently gave the order, he also felt the tension of the situation, if he didn't adjust again, I'm afraid that the frost elves here would not have the strength to kill with him for a while, after all, there were too many skeletons killed, and it was said that the other party still had first-order combat power, even if he killed too many chickens, he would be exhausted, not to mention that the other party was not so weak.