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Faced with a potentially formidable enemy, Gordon went all out and used all means.

Scrolls of magic turned to ashes at the sound of chanting, and he quickly blessed himself with as many protective spells as he could, and used the eyes of truth and warning to search for enemies in the thicker darkness before him.

The long experience of fighting in the Ancient Age gave Gordon an almost reflexive instinct to search for danger and respond to attacks. The shields stacked on his body were colorful, more and more, brighter and brighter, and the whole person was like the only torch in this darkness.

His eyes, which had turned amber, suddenly caught movement above him.

The ceiling, which had just been smashed by the demonic warriors, and now was covered by a strange black, was a little sharp.

A long sword like a poisonous bee's tail needle, from top to bottom, stabbed at Gordon. The wielding of this strange weapon is a cloud of mist that has separated from the thick shadows.

In mid-air, the mist gradually condensed and turned into a human form.

Between the lightning and flint, Gordon saw the other party's face that seemed to be shrouded in a black veil and had unclear facial features.

At the same time, in the study, which had been completely engulfed in shadows, four more attackers appeared. They are armed with cruel and vicious, chilling weapons, as if they have been condensed from the purest darkness.

If it weren't for the various magical aura on his body barely blocking the darkness, I'm afraid that Gordon would have been teleported close by these mysterious assassins directly.

Despite the protection of many spells, the young mage of the black still felt the cold, weird, and distorted power of the Shadow Realm at this time, slowly penetrating into his skin and then into his bone marrow. It's like thousands of ugly bone claws groping around your body.

Compared to the physical discomfort, Gordon is facing a life crisis at this time. More strict zhòng.

The Assassin who came from above was clearly the most powerful and intelligent of all. Most protective spells tend to focus on protecting the front, secondary protection on the sides and back, and the top of the head, which is always overlooked. In addition, the human head should look up to see the position directly above. It will always take more time than simply looking left and right.

This little difference often plays a key role in assassination operations that require precision down to one hundredth of a second.

The shadow assassin overhead was exceptionally powerful, definitely out of the reach of a four-ring mage—even if that four-ring mage was an exception to Gordon's. Not to mention, the other party also has four helpers.

However, Gordon only made one move. It completely turned the tide of the war.

He raised his arm.

A white light shot out from the back of Gordon's hand, filling the entire study in an instant. It was as if the alternation of day and night was going on a thousand-fold degree, and the darkness receded like a tide, and the white gold light that warmed the soul and body warmed the study room that had been shattered after a battle. Shine brightly and cleanly.

Even as an enemy, Asalan had the urge to fall under the power of the platinum dragon god and burst into tears.

He suppressed this crazy thought, and at the same time realized a key problem: "Gordon was able to release such a pure and rich light full of the aura of the dragon god, then this time, his own side was a complete miscalculation." Failure is inevitable. Malik embraced the power of shadows. Baratheon is indeed very powerful. But in the face of the real light, he and his fearsome "shadow hand" troops have almost no chance of winning.

Asalan was right.

When Gordon used the Platinum Seal to cast a vast and vast holy light, Malik, who was about to pierce Gordon's head with his sword from above his head, was immediately hit hard.

The shadow screamed in pain, then immediately backed away, trying to get farther away from the terrifying light source. When Malik finally stood at a distance of about five meters from Gordon and took on human form, Asalan could barely recognize the number two of the Baratheon family.

Malik's face and hands were covered with blisters that looked like burns. There was green smoke that smelled of burning. Calm and elegant, calm and composed, have long disappeared in the body of this elegant middle-aged nobleman. In its place are wolf bèi, angry, agitated, and a little overwhelmed.

Like Asalan, Malik was blinded by Gordon's surprise tactics. Originally, he thought that Gordon would use that powerful one-time magic item to destroy the Blue Blade Mercenary Group. There's no killer anymore. Who knows, there is still such a hand.

Those who embrace the power of the shadows will gain many benefits, but they will also lose a lot. Like undead creatures, they will be terrified of the arcane energy of the Radiant attribute.

Malik. Baratheon is worthy of being born into a noble family and fighting hard for a career with his own hands. Although he was caught off guard, although his whole body was in pain like fire, and although he looked as ugly as a monster now, he immediately judged the battle form based on his experience and wisdom.

He hasn't lost yet, and he still has hope of winning.

Although the four "shadow hands" were far inferior to his strength, they had been wiped out in the holy light attack just now, although he was not lightly injured, although in this bright study filled with platinum light, he did not dare to use the power of shadows again, but with himself and Asalan, it was still enough to defeat Gordon.

"Asalan, cover me!" Malik roared, blistered hands levelling his sword, and charged toward Gordon once more.

Asalan also perked up, and a ray of dissociation, which he did best, began to gather at his fingertips.

However, Gordon gave the enemy a big surprise for the third time tonight.

He quickly took out a strange crystal that was constantly changing colors from the dimensional pouch, and injected it with pure arcane energy.

Beautiful cone-shaped crystals shattered.

At this time, Malik, who was flying fast, had already broken through the defense of the mage's armor in front of Gordon, and the tip of the sword was almost about to pierce into Gordon's body, which had been blessed by the dragon skin technique.

These low-to-medium defense spells can mitigate but not completely neutralize Malik's attacks. This kind of protection ability is very good for Malik, who has personally trained a terrifying unit like the "Shadow Hand" and is also a master of swordsmanship. Baratheon, it doesn't matter at all.

It's just a second earlier or a second later.

However, one second was enough time for the seven-colored crystal to release all the spells stored in it.

Two portals suddenly appeared to the left and right of Malik.

The sword known as Daybreak was the first to emerge from the portal, its blade piercing the air, dragging a silver glow like a gorgeous tassel to block Malik's longsword.

Malik felt the tremendous power coming from the sword and had to withdraw the attack. On the other side of the portal, there was also a muffled snort.

This time the sword fight, it was actually Malik who was attacked by the sneak attack.

However, this small victory could not change the tide of the battle at all, and behind the portal on the other side, there was an even greater momentum. A chain shackle that could easily shatter the skull was smashed over, and this heavy weapon was even blessed with various divine arts, and its power was multiplied.

Malik dodged the attack again on his shoulder, but was still slightly grazed by the flail. He felt his entire shoulder go numb with pain.

Jude, the Dawn Priest of the Temple of Dawn, who had been with Gordon several times, rushed out of the portal on the left wearing heavy armor and carrying a flail. And in the portal on the right, there is also a heroic and beautiful lady - the paladin Renus, who has established a battle friendship with Gordon in the castle of the Sun Elves. Reinhardt.

Both of them are good fighters at the Temple of Dawn in Clear Water City, and they are also Gordon's heavyweight reinforcements tonight.

Although it is a solo fight, neither Renus nor Jude is a match for Malik. But the two men joined forces to deal with Malik, who had suffered a heavy blow, and immediately gained the upper hand.

The great man of the Baratheon family, a powerful man who has mastered the mysteries of the shadows, is forced to retreat by the battle priests and paladins, and the wolf is unbearable.

The repeated blows made him no longer have the will to fight, and he was ready to seize the opportunity to escape.

And Asalan, before the dissociation technique he had just prepared was unleashed, the situation of the battle changed dramatically. He had to cancel the spell and endure the pain of mana backlash, preparing to cast a spell to escape.

Although it was painful, the six-ring mage admitted that he had failed completely. The prestige and wealth he had finally established in the Far Frost Province could only be abandoned by him, and since then he has fled from Ferredon incognito and hibernated in a foreign land.

Well, Northumbard, who is hostile to Ferredon, is a good choice......

But the two guys, who were already preparing to escape, immediately fell into despair when they saw the second group of people coming out of the portal.

Cardinal Ludot of the Temple of the Dawn. Antonov III, and Cardinal Sandro of the Platinum Temple.

"Damn! What's going on! "Malik, who was busy dealing with Jude and Renus's joint attack, was almost crazy.

Rob. Antello and Gordon have a close relationship, similar to master and apprentice. But the Scepter Lord couldn't fight tonight, so Malik didn't think he would come across a strong man who could threaten him in battle.

But now, his experience, his logic, his wisdom, his reasoning, all of them are useless!

Why is it that a small four-ring mage can invite the cardinals of the two major temples to participate in the war?

Malik was in a state of confusion at this point, relying only on instinct to fend off the attacks of the Battle Priest and the Paladin. But the two cardinals showed no mercy, and they raised their hands almost simultaneously, and the emblem in their hands shone with the chanting.

Words!

Word!

The two seven-ring magic techniques accurately penetrated Malik's chest. Even a strong man like Malik is not immune to the divine magic cast by the cardinal.

He couldn't move.

The battle-hardened Jude and Renus won't miss this opportunity. The Battle Priest's flail smashed into Malik's face, blooming into a fleshy flower. And the female paladin was even more thorough, and she did not hesitate to stab the sword of love Dawn into Malik's chest.