Mora came in a little unsure why, he was also surprised that he hadn't seen the guy named Lancelot in this incident at all, why was it mentioned?

Although the other party's name is very famous, but more than seven hundred years have passed, and no matter how strong he is, he is just a mortal, he is now a believer in God, the Pope of the Alien Fire Sect, and the energy in his hands can easily subvert an empire, far from being comparable to these mortals.

But just as Mora pushed the door in, Lancelot suddenly dodged and slashed a sword, heading straight for his door.

The sword was so sudden that even Garton was caught off guard. When he reacted and unfolded the Divine Domain, the lightsaber in Lancelot's hand was barely a centimeter away from Mora's head, and the impact of the tip of the sword had already left blood marks on the latter's head.

Garden snorted, and Lancelot's sword burst into flames.

In Duke Ash's Divine Domain, all energy bodies can burn, and if Lancelot still had that wooden sword in his hand, maybe things would have changed, but unfortunately not now.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Garton shouted angrily, and the flames spread upwards along the sword, heading towards Lancelot's façade, and at the same time he himself appeared in front of him, throwing a punch.

As a god, he has always hated fist and foot attacks that seem to be of no grade, thinking that they are the most basic and useless, but now he can't care about so much.

"Huh."

The Juggernaut squeezed a mocking response out of his throat, and suddenly fell short, dodging the attack, while plunging his flaming arm into Mora's chest.

"Poof"

It's like sticking chopsticks into a medium-rare thick steak, but unfortunately there is no juice splashing.

"Ho...... Ho...... Jia, Garton crowned ......"

Mora gave a look of disbelief, and before she could finish her sentence, the flames from Lancelot's arm burned out.

As we mentioned earlier, Garton's divine fire is based on flesh and blood, and life is the flame, and at this moment, the Pope, who has set fire to countless people, has finally tasted the consequences.

"Damn it!"

Garden's eyes cracked, and in an instant he withdrew all the flames, and Lancelot's arm suddenly showed a charred scar, but he still relentlessly reached out to grab Mora's slowly rising soul.

This scumbag with 50,000 lives on his back does not deserve to return to Heru.

But how could Garton watch him crush the souls of believers in front of him, a crimson wall rose from the ground, and the top spread out in all directions, forming a net-like cage that enveloped him inside, allowing him to watch Mora's soul slowly rise upwards and finally disappear from view.

"Forget it, there's no way he's a scum like him can survive the Styx."

Lancelot sighed, completely unaware that he was seriously injured.

"Do you know what you've done?"

Garton smashed through the cage and grabbed him by the collar.

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

"If you were willing to do it, you would have done it a long time ago, wouldn't you, Lord Gardon?"

Lancelot finally smiled.

"When I was a child, Granny Omar told me about the personalities of the four elemental apostles of Ikali: Watson the Eternal, calm as a mountain, Gardon the Duke of Ashes as fierce as fire, Ralr the Wind Whisperer as unpredictable, and Isu as cold as iron the Lord of Waters. But you're acting like that dead ladyboy mother-in-law, isn't that enough to tell the story? ”

Garton was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, and said with a frown: "You know something, you obviously didn't even know about the Soul Shaper before. ”

"You don't have to worry about that, I've been told that you'd be glad if I used the title 'Dead Shemale' to refer to the Lord of the Stream."

"Oh?" Garden sneered, "Then should I tell you that he guessed right?" ”

"He also told me that if I guessed correctly, then one day when you and Leorik appeared in front of me one after another, it would mean that you were in trouble. Obviously, that's right, right?

"My mad brother came to me not long ago, and he was rescued by your men, but you didn't show up. And today, you came to me with this bunch of people, and you still have such a gentle attitude, can I understand that he guessed right? Lord Duke Ash? ”

Garden was even more stunned this time.

Lord Canlosh, are you hinting at me behind my back this time?

"Who is he? What else was said? ”

"That's all, but alas, he's dead."

"Dead?"

"That's right, dead." Lance nodded: "So Your Excellency Garden came with enough sincerity this time?" ”

"Sounds like you didn't think killing Mora was enough?"

Garden suddenly laughed, and he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips quickly became sharp, sharp, and crystal clear like rubies.

He pressed his finger against Lancelot's neck, pale golden threads emerging from the air around him, intertwined like cobwebs, around Landon and Brando.

"Now that the lives of the three of you are in my hands, if I move a finger, you will be pierced, and they will be turned into charred pieces. Maybe His Majesty Patonax can save you, but are you willing to take the risk? ”

Lancelot ignored the threat in front of him and threw out a fluttering word.

"There's a secret that Isu already knows, but Your Excellency doesn't know yet."

"I don't have much interest in the secrets of the dead."

"What if it's about 'divine powers'?"

"Joke, what else I don't know about 'divine powers'? Still need you to teach me? ”

"Have you ever heard of the saying 'Divine power is experience'?" Lancelot said softly, and as he spoke, an enchantment was laid out around the two of them.

"This 'experience' is not what you think. It is a special noun that you may not understand. ”

As he spoke, Lancelot stretched out his hand, and a milky white light rose from his palm, and the familiar color made Gardenn think of the crystallization of faith for the first time.

He also took out a crystalline the size of milk candy, and a sacred, peaceful power rippled on it.

The two things were very similar, but he instinctively sensed the difference. The most striking point is that Lancelot gathers more gentleness and calmness, while the crystallization of thousands of believers in his hands is even more fiery, full of enthusiasm and piety.

"Lord Garton, you must have noticed the difference, right?" Lancelot said, "I don't intend to establish a religion as you think, and fight the Elemental Lord for faith in the Plains of the Horses, after all, I am a fugitive in her eyes. But compared to my status as a fugitive," he said, "how much better can you be?" You came out this time, it's not the body, right? ”

Told the secret, Garton quietly withdrew all his strength and reverted back to his hangy appearance, rubbing the thick hair on his chest.

His body was indeed hidden in the spire of Suffron, and before that, in Avalon, which Ikali could not enter.

"Say, what sincerity do you want?"

"Let the people of the Heretic Fire Sect leave the Plains of the Horses."

"And where can they go?"

"To the west of the Hengduan Mountains, isn't there a group of 'higher races' with high fighting spirit?"

"You mean elves?" Garden frowned, "I don't have enough men to fight them, not to mention that Lal is behind him to assist that dead shemale." ”

"What if you add me?"

Lancelot tossed him a crystal, which contained the soul of Zelagar that he had taken.

Garden took the crystal, and the blazing flames came out from between his fingers, and the crystal melted instantly, and Zeragar's dim body appeared behind him, his head bowed, and he didn't say a word.

"Will you resist attacking the elves?" Garton said. This is clearly asking for his opinion.

Zerakal's body trembled for a moment, but he nodded anyway.

"Nod your fart, if you don't go, you won't go, and I didn't force you to go." Garton cursed, a golden flame popping out into his soul, and Zela Garld suddenly felt surrounded by a warmth.

"Shanes, take him back to rest."

"Yes."

"Wait a minute."

Lancelot suddenly shouted at him.

"He can't leave yet."

"What? Do you still have a request? Garton seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, and his tone began to be unkind.

"Let them fight."

Lancelot gestured at Langdon.

"We don't interfere."

Instead of answering, Garton glanced at his own believer.

Shanes looked at his defeated general, laughed mockingly in his heart, took out his spear and stuck it on the ground, and put his hands on his chest in a handsome pose.

"Give you a weapon, and if you lose, I'll give you another arm."

Langdon didn't shirk either, holding a sword in his left hand and holding a sword flower, like a sword body made of gold, shining brightly.

"Concession."

……

Five minutes later, the defeated King of the Hunters was kicked into the portal by Garton and taken away.

Duke Ash scolded as he kicked it.

"I told you to underestimate the enemy, told you to pretend to be forced, how can a shooter fight in close quarters without a weapon......"