General Polk said half fearfully, half contemptuously: "What invincible and omniscient, even such a secret meeting, has been investigated and all watched, and this stronghold, which has been hidden for five hundred years, has also been stormed in. ”

George looked at General Polk's unruly expression, and said contemptuously: "Although the matter has not been leaked somehow, the most important thing is that your reputation is nothing more than that, as soon as the old man Morris, who has been retired for many years, came forward, the army under your control actually fell to him, if you can be tougher, the current president of the Republic of Calvard is already you." ”

General Polk raised his head, looked up at the invisible sky, and shook his head slightly, the expression on his face gradually calming down.

"As much as I would love to do that, it was before I knew you for who you really were, and in the days I have been here, enough for me to get to know you well. A bunch of arrogant and ignorant fantasists, that's all. Especially you, George, such a talented and intelligent man, would believe such a foolish legend, and at this point I am completely blind to you. That's why I ended up like this! ”

George had a cruel look on his face.

"It seems that you have completely undisguised it, but General, why do we keep a useless you until now, it is nothing more than for this moment."

With a wave of his hand, another priest immediately drew the dagger from his waist, tugged at the general's collar, and proclaimed in a loud voice: "Repent for your filthy soul!" Sacrifice for our fearless and just cause! ”

Seeing this, Duchamp was sweating profusely and gave Cassius a look, and the two of them came to the side of the guardian knight.

Duchamp spread out the pocket watch in his hand and whispered, "They are killing General Polk down there, and they are going to take him to a big move." ”

Although the interference from the force field of the sixth layer was so severe that even the image was distorted, everyone could still see that on the altar below, a priest was stabbing into the body of another person, and the blood was running down the person's body and seeping into the ground.

General Polk was not dead yet, and his soul was howling with fear.

Still with that kind and believable smile, George whispered in his ear, "Howl, pain, struggle, the more painful you die, the more your soul can be used." ”

The Guardian Knight withdrew his gaze, enveloped the space around him, and said softly, "We can't be so passive, before they move, let's move first, and try to hurt the one on the other side." ”

Cassius asked, "What to do, his barrier is impenetrable." ”

The Guardian Knight whispered, "My artifact has not been summoned, and if it strikes suddenly, it may not be able to penetrate that pillar." ”

Duchamp plucked up the courage and said: "After all, he is just a normal person, my mental power is among normal people, but it is very high, if the barrier is broken, then I will directly release my spiritual power to form a coercion on him, he will be busy fighting with me, it will be difficult to resist your attack." ”

Cassius twisted his mustache, and felt that the risk was feasible, and said: "Then in this way, I will distract him from the first blow, and after seeing the sword in my hand thrown out, you will act immediately, there is only one chance, and be ready for 30 seconds." ”

Duchamp nodded, immediately clicked on the mall, spent 1000 ingots, bought a bottle of mental stimulation potion that he had never been willing to drink, and drank it, and when he saw the effect, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, it turned out to be a 50% increase in mental power in 20 minutes, and then, he took out the crystal ball again, held it in his sleeve robe, and looked at his spiritual power, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, it had increased to 135 points, which has stabilized the vast majority of people in the world. He held the crystal ball, pretending to be treating the others, and before he knew it, he had taken a few steps forward.

Cassius had one hand behind his back, already in a preparatory position.

Duchamp immersed his head in the shadow of his hood, grasped the crystal ball in both hands, and turned his side to the priest, as if resting against a pillar, no one would have imagined that he was ready to attack in this position.

Suddenly, a small sword was thrown from Cassius's right hand in a peculiar spiral shape, and when it rubbed against the air, it made a sharp sound and swirled towards the top of the castle.

Whoever was in the castle looked up in amazement as Cassius' sword stabbed straight into the sky.

"The legendary Sword Master who has abandoned the sword, he actually still carries the sword." Many people can't help but think of those legends.

"I don't know what kind of miracle his sword will stab?" More people think about this, and they firmly believe in it.

Although the priest has an excellent mind, he is also a mortal, not to mention, he knows that the weakest part of this castle enchantment is the roof, so at that moment, his eyes can't help but follow the trail of the little sword, and run into the distance to see if the sword issued by the sword master will pierce the roof.

Duchamp was already ready to attack, and as soon as he waited for Cassius's sword to fly out, the priest looked up in distraction, and immediately released his spiritual power, turned into an invisible sword, and slashed towards the priest's brain.

This is an inevitable blow, as soon as he comes into contact with the purple-red light curtain, Duchamp knows that something is not good!

This power is clearly the same power he encountered outside the Moon Monastery. Now, his mental power had been enhanced, so he could better discern what was in that purple-red barrier! It was the karma formed by the entanglement of the souls of thousands of resentful spirits.

His spiritual power alone, when in contact with this powerful and incomparable karma, feels like an ant shaking a road roller, and more figuratively, like a bear child accidentally poking a hornet's nest.

Duchamp knew where he had made a mistake, it would still take a little time for the Guardian Knight's holy weapon to be summoned and used, and the original plan was to wait for the holy weapon to break through the purple barrier, and then he would suppress his spirit, and now it has become him to use his own spiritual power to fight against this huge force.

Duchamp was sweating profusely, and regardless of the planned gains and losses, he quickly summoned his spiritual power to return.

Countless spiritual powers, like a sandstorm, chased after his spiritual power and killed towards his brain domain.

But he still has a glimmer of life, and in his mind, there is an incomparably powerful star, and he can only hope that the star will play its role like the last time.

Just when Duchamp pinned his hopes on that star, the power had already come into contact with his body, and at this time, an unexpected situation happened, and the crystal ball in his hand took the initiative to work.

It's like a glutton, with a big mouth, blocking the power that rushes over, and then it begins to absorb.

Duchamp was ecstatic, his mind turned, he held the crystal ball with both hands, and transferred the battlefield of the spiritual power war to this crystal ball.

That huge force tracked Duchamp's spiritual power, reached the crystal ball, and was then absorbed and separated by the crystal ball, leaving only a small force to fight with Duchamp's spiritual power.

The color of the crystal ball became more and more bewitching, and there was a feeling that the ** was about to be blown up, and Duchamp's body was leaning against the pillar, shaky.

The Yang Talisman began to work at full strength, preventing the shadow energy from corroding his body through Duchamp's hands, and at this time, Duchamp could feel even more that with that talisman as the center, he was blessed with multiple defensive powers, washing away the purple energy that invaded his body one by one.

The Guardian Knights and Priests were shocked.

The priest clearly felt that the barrier around him was attracted by a strange force, and he was fighting with all his might, and when he turned around, he saw the figure hiding in the shadow of the pillar that was becoming more and more purple.

A mortal who also wants to fight against such a powerful force, no matter who he is, he must die!

The priest swung his staff with a fierce look, and an even more powerful force flew out of the Crimson Pool! Dozens of evil spirits with substance pounced towards Duchamp.