The priest, who was surrounded by believers, took out his staff and slammed it to the ground, and on the floor of the entire hall, an invisible magic circle flashed and revealed.

Duchamp felt the power of restraint rushing out of his feet, and he didn't care about stealth, swooped a moment, rushed straight to the wall, flipped his left hand, turned out a suction cup, stuck it directly on his body, hung himself on the wall, turned around to look at the situation in the field, and most of his teammates were hit.

"It's really a hurry!" Duchamp shook his head. Now his distance is far beyond the scope of casting, what can he do?

Duchamp thought about it for a moment and finally pulled out a weapon that he rarely used: a gun.

This is not so much a gun as a bazooka, which is made in Northumboria, the famous country of mercenaries, and has not been opened since it was bought from Duchamp.

"The master is proficient in firearms, and this art is not pressing, and sooner or later it will have to be used." Duchamp struggled to stabilize his body and take aim.

In the middle of the square, the priest at the head did not get hit, he calmly stood aside and said coldly: "Do you think this level of restraint will work for us? ”

On his body, a magic weapon suddenly burst into light.

"Semria Relic!" Duchamp's eyes lit up on the glowing object in the priest's hand, eager to grab it and study it.

That item actually absorbed the power of restraint on everyone's body!

Duchamp came back from his surprise and looked at the priest who was also stunned, his right eye closed, the cross was aimed, and the bazooka was fired at the priest.

"Boom!" The magic circle on the ground is not an ornament, and it will automatically counterattack.

"Fortunately, there is a shield to save my life, and I was not harmed." Duchamp happily spat out his saliva.

The explosion of the bazooka, although it did not cause any harm to the priest, caused panic among those around him. As soon as the formation was disorganized, the guerrillas, who had been unfettered, attacked.

With a sinister smile on his face, the priest said to the believers, "The time has come to gain eternal life!" For the sake of God in our hearts! ”

"For the sake of the Holy Son!" As if they had obtained the power of magic, one by one they did not choose to fight the invaders, but forgot to die, turned and jumped backwards, and jumped into the large scarlet and sticky pool.

"Stop them!" The priest shouted, and there was a hint of anxiety in his words.

But the group was standing on the edge of the pool, and the guerrillas caught only two of them, and the others all jumped into the pool. The person who was caught, with a trace of ridicule on his face, slowly turned purple, actually bit the poison in his mouth and committed suicide.

Among the cultists present, the priest was the only one left, his body fused with the circle under his feet, and was wrapped in a scarlet pillar of light, which grew thicker and thicker as the disciples jumped down one by one, reaching the top of the castle from the sixth floor.

The Semriya relic in the hands of the priest was also a little lacking in order to compete with such a powerful pillar.

Seeing that he could not break through the defense of this pillar, the priest knew that it was not good, and said to the others, "He can't leave this circle, let's go to the upper floor." ”

The priest said gloomily, "Want to go? It's too late now! With a wave of his hand, a force broke out of the red pillar.

A hidden barrier rises, blocking the path to the fifth level.

At this time, the closest to the entrance was Duchamp, and he couldn't help but panic when he saw the entrance being sealed. At this moment, there was another rumbling sound from the ground, and the entire square was sinking.

The priest suddenly realized, he looked at the priest in the pillar, gritted his teeth, and said, "Do you want to trap us to death in this way?" You underestimate the power of the Guardian Knight! ”

A burst of light flowed, and the priest's body actually bloomed with a burst of golden light, forming a strange and complex symbol.

The priest stared at the symbol and suddenly laughed grimly, "Is this the legendary stigma?" It's a pity that the force field here is self-contained, I want to see how you can still steal the power of heaven and earth here, and it is even more delusional to break through such a powerful barrier. ”

After that, the staff in his hand was stunned, and the magic circle under his feet condensed a purple-black qualitative invisible flame, which floated silently in the air, and with the priest's mind, it suddenly turned into more than ten fireballs, attacking everyone.

"Dark!" Duchamp was frightened, and he was so impressed by the little purple and black flowers. But his body moved faster than his mind could escape, and he leaped down from the wall, hiding behind a pillar under the protection of the illusion, trying to escape the priest's spiritual lock.

A flame containing the power of death turned a corner in the air and flew towards the pillars.

"Am I a good bully when I am a master?" Duchamp was ruthless, and he used that trick again: instant step and slash.

A black flame sliced in half in the space behind him, and then exploded violently, but he was out of range.

"Spiral!" Cassius danced the stick in his hand into a flower, and the seemingly unstoppable flame in front of him spun with the wind of the stick, changed the direction of flight, and exploded in the distant air, and the few people behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

The others went their separate ways. The little policeman Guy immediately made a decision, activated the mechanism on the guiding shield, protected his whole body, and shrank behind the shield with all his might.

The flames exploded in front of him, and after the massive impact shattered the energy shield, there was no more strength left to destroy the sturdy shield.

Guy deftly raised his shield and stepped back.

This round of attacks didn't work, the priest's body was already full of golden light, and he stopped talking nonsense, holding the long sword in his hand, like a meteor, and rushed towards the seal with all his might.

Duchamp was behind the pillars and happened to see this earth-shattering sword.

The body of the cross sword engraved with an ancient pattern was already completely shining with golden light.

The knight rushed to the seal with all his might, and he used not a flashy sword move, but an ordinary stab.

That's right, it's a stab in the basic swordsmanship.

Duchamp, who is proficient in swords, will also stab like this, but he will never be able to stab with such an effect.

Most of the knight's strength was condensed at the tip of the knight's sword, and when the sword pierced into the seal, the seal seemed to tremble.

Looking past with Duchamp's remarkable eyesight, what did he see?

That's the reaction to the collapse of space.

Centered on the place where the tip of the sword stabbed, a circle of ripples like water ripples spread out in all directions.

The entire barrier collapsed.

Duchamp was dumbfounded, this is really a very simple swordsmanship, but it is also the most effective swordsmanship.

He even understood why the sword was so effective.

Because in that thorn, there is reason.

The Principle of Emptiness.

Everyone present was ready to go, and when the barrier was broken, they ventured up the stairs to the next level.

The second round of dark flames flew towards the long staircase.

Cassius, who was in charge of the break, turned around and swung his stick, knocking the fireballs away one by one, and the purple-black fireballs swirled in the air, collided, and then annihilated.

Duchamp sniffled his nose again, and he could do the same, which was the stick technique that Dan had taught him. He couldn't help but look a few more times, but the speed of escape was a little slower, and seeing that he might have to drag the team back, he quickly launched a teleportation again, put on a shield, and fled quickly.

Could it be that that was the Sword Master's 'Realm of Reason' just now? So what should it be called?

As he pondered, he rushed to the ground on the fifth floor, and suddenly realized that the air and vision on this floor were much better than those on the next floor.

He took two big breaths to see what the rest of his friends were doing.

Just now, it was just a stigma opened, a sword stab, it looked simple, but it was a great burden on the physical strength of the guardian knight, and he had an unbearable and tired look on his face, standing in an unobtrusive corner, and recovering with all his might.

In Duchamp's eyes, the stamina bar, the biggest workhorse in the team, was already all red.

On the side, Guy was busy filling the guide shield with the guide capsule, and the others were also nervously preparing for the battle and replenishing ammunition.

That's not going to work.

Duchamp muttered, quietly moved over, and reluctantly gave the 'Endurance Recovery' to the Guardian Knight.

The Guardian Knight suddenly felt his exhaustion swept away, and the effect was even better than several methods recorded in his Mystical Codex. He glanced at Duchamp in surprise.

Duchamp muttered and explained, "This skill can only be used once in four hours." ”

The Guardian Knight shook his spirits, stood up, and used the expulsion technique to help everyone remove the negative status left over from the sixth layer.

Duchamp glanced worriedly at the broken passageway, and was about to ask, "Are we going to continue to escape from the upper floors?" There was a loud bang, the purple-red mist rushed to his face, and in the middle of the scarlet magic pool, the column where the priest stood rose up, and he stood in the middle of the magic pool with the red pillar that reached straight into the sky, and his figure became more and more tall and mysterious, like the gods of this space.