Monica watched the four archbishops, along with their guards, scrambling to kill the two remaining assassins, and the corners of her mouth showed a slight sarcasm.

But when the four servant archbishops turned their gaze one after another, her sarcasm immediately changed to her usual smile.

The disheveled Berosque looked at the extremely miserable corpse in front of Monica, his eyes were slightly fixed, and then he said with admiration: "Lady Celia, you are really powerful, worthy of being a god. ”

The meaning of this can be positive or negative, depending on how you interpret it. Even if you can think that the other party simply thinks you are strong, you can also see that the other party is scolding people in disguise, saying that you are nothing great, just relying on the protection of the gods, and if it is him, he can do it.

Monica could understand both meanings, and she secretly felt that the other party meant the second meaning, but on the surface, she pretended to only hear the first meaning, and then smiled and said, "It's just average, it's far worse than my guard." He can knock me down with just one hand. ”

This sentence was a little ambiguous, and although Beta still had no expression, she pouted in her heart.

The four bishops are all filthy people, and they can do their current position, and there are few men of this age who are not filthy. As soon as they heard it, they understood what it meant. In addition to understanding, I also feel a lot closer, and Monica dares to say a joke, which is a kind of intimacy in itself.

The atmosphere between the two sides immediately became more harmonious, and the embarrassing atmosphere caused by the panicked and even panicked battle of the four archbishops just now immediately disappeared without a trace.

"I didn't expect that someone was ambushed on the roof in advance." An archbishop spoke up, changing the subject by the way: "No wonder people are coming in our direction. ”

Now they don't want to investigate what means Beta used to spy on the distance, if they really want to investigate, the three black-clothed assassins just now, Monica can come out and talk about it.

Beroske said: "Is it too late for us to transfer? ”

"It's too late." Beta replied aloud, gesturing to the window to his left.

The four archbishops walked to the window on this side, and when they looked out, they saw a group dressed as mercenaries, rushing towards the manor.

At this time, the guards of the manor had also discovered the anomaly of this group of people and horses, and took the initiative to block the front of the manor.

Beroske compared the numbers on both sides and said, "They shouldn't be able to rush in." ”

There are only about 20 people on the other side, but here in the manor, there are hundreds of professional players, there are thirteen masters, and there are more than 30 elite-level powerhouses.

Even Beta thinks so.

But the truth surprised them.

This apparently unknown force of men and horses directly put on a sharp formation, like a bayonet stabbing cheese, and easily attacked the manor.

Along the way, fireballs and lightning splattered, feathered arrows were vertical and horizontal, and the sound of swords and swords was mixed with a lot of screams.

In less than ten minutes, the opponent had already broken through the outer defense of the manor and directly entered the manor.

Looking down from the third floor, you can see that only a few people in this attack were slightly injured, and no one lost their combat effectiveness at all.

Seeing this scene, the four archbishops' faces turned pale.

It stands to reason that even if they were weaker defensively, they should not be attacked directly by the enemy, and there are two reasons for this.

One is that these are their private soldiers, all of whom have been cultivated with a lot of resources since childhood, and they are very loyal. But they generally complete some simple, powerful tasks.

For example, to assassinate someone, or to attack a small family with little ability to resist.

The private soldiers cultivated in this way look good in strength, but they lack real battlefield experience and means of cooperation, and even because they belong to different forces, they don't talk about cooperation with each other, and even drag each other back in battle.

On the other side, there is a mercenary group that has experienced a hundred battles and cooperated tacitly.

Although there is a huge gap in numbers, the exquisite coordination and the aggressive offensive method directly tear a hole in the seemingly powerful defensive line of the manor, and if it goes on like this, it will be a decapitation operation.

"How so!" Beroske looked at the scene below, his face a little pale.

The other bishops murmured similarly.

"It's impossible."

"How can the gap be so big!"

Seeing this, Beta turned her head and whispered, "What are your plans?" ”

"If I could, I would like to save these people." Monica looked at Beta eagerly, "So, I want you to help me." ”

"Why save them?"

"This is the Pope's dismount, he doesn't seem to want to kill all the archbishops, but he seems to want to tell us that he doesn't need much strength to deal with us, and if we can't even stop a wave of mercenary attacks, it will definitely demoralize the others." Monica took a deep breath: "This is extremely detrimental to the situation after us. ”

"You're right." Beta nodded, at this time, you should save your teammates first, firstly, to determine the identity of your leader, and secondly, to reduce losses, these people will be the strength of Monica's subordinates in the future.

"Let's fight together."

Monica jumped first, and while in the air, she suddenly turned into a mass of transparent spiders and pounced on the sides of the enemy team.

Beta, on the other hand, was one step slower, but the last to come.

He jumps from the sky, and although he can't jump and slash, he moves agilely, and the speed advantage of his two skills, as well as his own extremely high coordination value, makes his speed only slightly slower than the speed of the same warrior's charge.

And in front of Beta at this time, there is a shield warrior, master. He saw Beta descend from the sky, smirked, and raised his shield to block.

He'd seen too many warriors descend from the air, only to be blown away by him with a giant shield.

This time, however, it was a different story, as a golden thread slashed down with the beta, cutting from the middle of the shield warrior's head to the crotch. Even if you don't use the god-level skill of swordsmanship will, the superposition of the two swordsmanship specializations, as well as the sharpness of the golden sword, this is no longer the attack strength that ordinary equipment can block.

Half a second later, the shield warrior split into two halves along with the human shield, blood gushed out, and two pieces of his body fell to the ground.

Behind him, another warrior with a great sword roared angrily and wanted to rush forward, but Beta was faster and appeared directly in front of him, and by the time he reacted, Beta's golden sword had already pierced into the man's heart.

The greatsword fell to the ground, and Beta kicked the warrior with a surprised expression and was not yet completely dead, and knocked the two men straight into the air.

The ferocious offensive of the other party was immediately contained.

At this time, the air was dense, and spiders like insect plagues fell and attacked the enemy from the left and right.