Call!

The flames spread their wings, and Qin Ran flew into the air with a scorching strong wind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dark clouds had long since been dispelled by the fierce battles that had preceded them.

The bright moonlight fell like a waterfall, imprinting on the demonized Qin Ran's body, echoing with the crimson flames, and the jerky and incomprehensible spell was like a moonlit serenade, echoing on the sea.

The sea is choppy.

The wrecked battleship followed.

Smoot's warlike gaze scanned everything.

In order to kill the blow in one blow, he has accumulated the 'power of the Templar' in his hands, and he wants to make the 'intruder' in front of him understand that he is still the final victor.

It's just that the next moment, Smoot's face changed.

The huge, bizarre cyclops have reappeared.

With the most violent posture.

Roar!

With a roar, the red light instantly surrounded Smoot with a posture that was three points thicker than before, eating away at the 'power of the Templar' in an inexplicable way.

Looking at the strange cyclops who came back from the dead, Smoot's face was hard to see.

He found that he still seemed to have underestimated the extent of Qin Ran's bloodline evolution.

From the Templar's texts, it was clear to him that the Demon Bloodline who could use the [Blasphemous Words] was not an ordinary demon.

"Which Great Demon is the descendant?"

Surrounded by the evil red, Smoot looked at Qin Ran's figure vaguely through layers of light.

Then, word for word, he said.

"You think you can ...... this way"

Smoot doesn't intend to give up just because he is restrained.

This is definitely not Paladin's style.

It is also something that he does not allow in pride.

So, he's going to give it his all.

However, before Smoot's words could be finished, the paladin's face was already difficult to see, and it became more and more ugly.

It's like iron blue.

Crimson one-eyed!

The crimson one-eyed that belonged to the monstrous cyclops!

At this moment, a very special change took place -

One by one, circles of special mysterious words appeared on it, falling together layer upon layer, as if putting on a unique armor for the red one-eyed.

The aura of decay, evil, and chaos flowed through the lines of the armor in one.

The next moment, a breath that almost suffocated Smoot appeared on it.

Smoot, who was deeply trapped in the red light, seemed to have received the most direct impact, and his body trembled, and most of his body, which had already broken free, fell into the red light again.

But that didn't make Smoot retract his gaze from staring at the crimson one-eyed.

The paladin's face could no longer hide his surprise.

On the contrary, the demonic Qin Ran had an indifferent expression.

"Sure enough, that intruder has prepared a fatal blow for Smoot!"

Qin Ran's flaming wings spread, his body volleyed beside the strange cyclops, and after quietly glancing at the less than 30 seconds left in his transformation, the decapitating sword in his hand was raised.

The position of both sides is more hostile than friendly.

And in normal times, the other party's restraint on him is too great.

After letting go of this opportunity in front of him, Qin Ran didn't know where to find another 'intruder' who was scheming to kill Smoot, but in the end, he cheapened him.

Therefore, Qin Ran did not intend to let Smoot go.

The killing intent is cold.

Even in the flames, it makes people tremble.

"Wait!"

In the distance, such shouts came from the island.

It's just that Qin Ran turned a deaf ear.

As soon as his mind moved, the armored crimson one-eyed shot out a light mixed with a rich aura of decay, evil, and chaos.

It was like a storm caused by a ten-level typhoon, and it directly submerged Smoot.

Qin Ran followed closely behind, and the decapitation sword in his hand was already raised high.

However, it was not cut off.

White!

In the midst of the filth, a touch of white appeared, like a lotus flower in the mud, the petals trembled slightly, and the stamens trembled, lifelike.

The strong sense of crisis that emerged from the bottom of his heart made Qin Ran withdraw without thinking about it.

Rumble!

Just the next moment when Qin retreated, an explosion appeared.

The earth-shattering explosion lit up the night sky, and the red and white mixed light turned into arrows of light and shot in all directions.

Tsunami, which came with the explosion.

The first time to overwhelm the strange cyclops.

Then, they rushed to the isolated island not far away.

A large area of 'Templar Power' lit up on the island, and the force field shield that should have been invisible was even more stimulated to the extreme, turning into a looming one.

But even so, when encountering this wave that rolls up dozens of meters high and is mixed with many special powers, it is still not enough to see.

Crunch, crunch.

As soon as it came into contact, cracks appeared on the force field shield.

When more waves with many special powers continue to lap against the force field shield, even with the addition of the 'Templar Power'.

It only lasted less than three seconds.

Syllable!

It was like the crisp sound of a glass hitting the ground, and the force field shield that enveloped the entire island shattered.

The Templars infused with the 'Power of the Templars' vomited blood and fell to the ground.

They looked at the waves that covered the sky and the moon, and their faces all showed despair.

"Look!"

"It's Lord Smoot!"

There was a sudden sound.

Everyone's eyes were on the man in mid-air who was wearing the armor of the Templar Power.

Even if the light of the armor has dimmed, it is still extremely reassuring at this time.

Smoot, whose face was slightly pale, glanced at the people who were expecting him, and without hesitation, turned his head to look at the tsunami that had fallen again.

The blow from the Cyclops who had just turned into a strange one had caused him to suffer a lot of injuries.

Now, at this time, you should cultivate.

But in the face of the sudden tsunami, Smoot knew better what his responsibilities were.

Paladin.

The most honorable title of the Templar.

It's also the banner of the Templars!

And he is now this flag.

Even, as the only remaining paladin, it has a different and special meaning.

But Smoot didn't flinch or run away.

Because, he clearly knows: if the flag is broken, as long as it does not hurt the fundamentals, he can still erect a new flag after all.

But when it hurts the roots, no matter how gorgeous the flag is, it is useless.

Call!

Smoot took a deep breath.

The dim 'power of the Templars' once again became dazzling.

Then, a punch is struck.

Rumble!

The blazing white shockwave was still like an unsheathed holy sword, with a characteristic arrogance, but after colliding with the waves and only lasting for a moment, this 'holy sword' was suddenly broken.

The Power of the Templar turned into bits of light and fell like flying fireflies, and in this light, Smoot fell headlong.

Injury after injury, it has already put the paladin into a coma.

Several Templars jumped up and caught Smoot safely.

They looked at the unconscious paladin with respect.

Even if he usually shows arrogance, his sacrificial character at critical moments is still full of respect.

It's just that......

Once again, people looked at the waves that were rushing in.

Despair pervades my heart.

Even the only paladins have fallen, what else can they do.

"I didn't expect to die in the tsunami."

Nisil shook his head with a wry smile, then looked at Shi Qi apologetically.

"I'm sorry."

"Smoot just wants to set up a game...... It's just that I didn't expect it to develop to this extent. ”

As he spoke, the Templar deacon bowed to Shi Qi and apologized.

Some Templars who had just learned the inside story did the same.

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

"We still have hope!"

Looking at the Templars, Shi Qi shouted.

Everyone looked at Shi Qi in amazement.

Smoot, the only paladin of the Templars, had failed, and they really didn't know where their hope came from.

And then—

The scorching wind blew in the monstrous waves.

The figure of the flame stands proudly. (To be continued.) )