The Holy Order Archmage has always been known as the closest existence to God.

The top of the pyramid, the pride of the human race, the powerhouse of the extreme who will be worshiped forever!

Albert became the Chief Holy Order Archmage of the Holy See, and since then, the Bimon Orcs have not made a large-scale invasion of the Savage Ancient Plains.

Donnie became a Holy Order Archmage, and the Duchy of Lotre became one of the two great powers of the Terran race.

Even Conslet, who has become a sub-holy rank, since joining the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Holy See has never sent an elite team to infiltrate the Bloodhoof Tribe, and even intends to make friends.

In modern times, the Holy Rank Archmage is like a nucleus. Military. The existence of the device, in addition to the deterrent effect, will not easily go all out, and if it does, it will be ruined.

And Allen became a Saint-Rank Archmage, the youngest, fastest advanced, and most cross-level Saint-Rank Wizard in history.

If another Holy Order Archmage is a nucleus. Military. Alan, too, is a nuclear that doesn't explode. Military. And it's something that everybody will know.

Moreover, it was also called a-stirring stick by the handsome old man!

Conslett suppressed the cultivation for a long time, although he had never met Albert and Archmage Downey for a long time after joining the Bloodhoof Tribe, and he didn't know that the Great Pope Menrosa was a double saint rank, but the handsome old man still did not break through the sub-holy level, because he didn't want the human race to fall any more extreme powerhouses, even if the Bloodhoof tribe turned against the Holy See several times.

Under the cold appearance, the handsome old man still took the common people of the world as his own responsibility, and would rather suppress the cultivation at the sub-holy level and be known as the fourth master of the human race, rather than the human race or the saint cassis continent to lose any holy rank archmage.

But in the end, Alan advanced.

Conslet can't complain about Alan anymore, and it is estimated that even if there is any resentment in his heart, he can't help it, because Alan didn't mean to.

If Conscituce could have predicted the future, perhaps he would have broken through to the advanced level of cultivation long ago.

It's a pity that he can't, and he just never dreamed that Alan would actually advance to become a saint-level archmage.

Seeing Conslet's extremely depressed expression, Alan asked embarrassedly, "Handsome old man, no matter what, I am also a Holy Rank Archmage, is this 。。。。。 It's always a good thing, right? ”

Conslet snorted coldly, ignoring him, he wanted to say okay with your MMP, but finally held back.

Alan touched his nose and sneered, "Next, I, what should I do?" ”

"Continue to provoke right and wrong, aren't you doing a good job, provoking the Earth Dragon Legion, provoking the Southern Diocese, provoking the Holy Mountain of the Holy See, provoking the Beamon Orcs, provoking the Demon Plane, and now they are all starting to provoke the descendants of the gods, do you see if you can find a more powerful enemy?"

Alan frowned, and finally asked very seriously, "Is there an enemy more powerful than the gods?" ”

"Get out!" Conslett was eager to slap his wand to death immediately, and he blew his beard angrily and glared angrily.

At this moment, a sharp chirp rang out, and Allen's face changed dramatically and he ran out.

This chirp was a warning message from the Holy See's peculiar demon pet, indicating that there was an urgent military situation, and as soon as the sound came out, the whole of Lordaeron fell into chaos.

Conslett looked at Alan's back, sighed silently and chased out.

Because he knew that not long ago, Albert and Monrosa, with thousands of knights and three Templars of the Holy See, went to the outermost part of the continent on the North Coast.

"What a fucking broom star!" Conslett was a little helpless, and in his mind, the extremely familiar but gradually unfamiliar face of Rosa came to mind.

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Looking at the magic teleportation circle that had completely lost its magical luster, Monrosa suddenly felt like he was in despair.

Hit the trick again.

It's pretty much the same as the last time in Lordaeron.

On the ground battlefield, almost half of the thousands of vindictive knights drawn from the major dioceses had died in battle, and in the air, Albert was also chased by three four-winged knights.

The elemental shielding circle, the lichs of the demon plane, use it like adding food and drinking water, without any signs at all.

Originally, Monrosa and Albert took the knights to the outermost part of the North Coast Continent, thinking of finding a suitable place to defend to deal with the beach-grabbing landing on the South Coast Continent.

Not only that, but the other party actually blocked the surrounding elemental magic circle for dozens of kilometers at the first time.

For extreme powerhouses like Monrosa and Albert, although the elemental shielding array has an impact, it is not too serious, and Menrosa is a double saint level, and his fighting spirit has reached the level of a sword saint, and he still has a strong combat power.

However, the fact that the two of them were not affected did not mean that their own teleportation circle was also unaffected.

Of course, the main purpose of the Demon Winged Legion is only to trap them and block the teleportation circle, and moreover, it has also achieved its purpose.

In addition to the winged knights on the ground to surround the Papal Knights, the female lichs in the air also kept throwing huge poisonous aerial bombs to bombard all the time, and the strong ones on the other side were targeted to destroy the strong men of the Holy See.

The cavalry that ran out of the teleportation circle cut and surrounded.

Lich bombardment in the air.

Long-range demon cannons suppress from a distance.

Powerful masters carry out organized and targeted elimination of the Holy See masters.

This tactic is very familiar to Monrosa, and the Bloodhoof Tribe has used it many times, and has defeated the Beamon Orcs three times.

The timing, the where, the tactical approach, and the strategic objectives are all the same.

Monrosa even had some doubts on several occasions if Eren had really been in cahoots with the demons for a long time, because this tactic was created by the Bloodhoof tribe and was also used by Eren many times in the San Cassis continent.

Eventually, though, Monrosa found the answer.

Because of the large rear of the demon legion, two acquaintances appeared.

The first handsome of the Beamon orcs, the swan clan sacrifice genius Mourinho.

and, the former High Priest of the Crown, who is Mourinho's father.

Behind them, the two generations of swan clan patriarchs, father and son, with white wings, and a group of winged knights with black wings on their backs were dazzling.

With a few roars, the three Templars at the front of the battlefield fell to the ground with a bang, and after a few breaths, they were eaten by the dense ghouls.

In this raid, the knights of the Holy See who died in battle did not leave a single corpse.

Because when they lie down, the ghouls will eat them clean like a tide.

Monrosa had not been involved in the battle, and Albert would not have been in the battle if he had not been forced to do so.

"Father, don't let Master Albert down." Orpheus's arm holding the long sword trembled slightly, but his face was still resolute and said: "After Master Albert and I stayed, with your cultivation, from the weakest point on the north side, you will definitely be able to break through, you go, the teleportation circle has been blocked out of the magic element, and Lordaeron's reinforcements will take more than three hours at the earliest." ”

Monrosa shook his head and opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.

He didn't want to give up Albert, and of course, he didn't want to give up his only bloodline, the Holy Son, Orpheus.

Seeing being surrounded just now, Albert flew out without saying a word, the only possibility for the other party to do this is to know that today is nine deaths, or even ten deaths, if he doesn't make a move, no one will be able to break through.

Monrosa's eyes gradually moistened as he looked at Albert, who was constantly dodging the wings and the evil cannons in the air.

"Orpheus, after today, is the contemporary archpope of the Holy See of the Terran race!" After Monrosa finished speaking, he slowly floated into the air, took a deep look at Orpheus, and flew towards Albert, who was in an increasingly difficult situation.

"Father!" Orpheus screamed in pain, clenched his sword, and finally gritted his teeth, and ran in opposite directions with the two cardinals, tears streaming down his face.

Orpheus didn't want to go, but he had to go, because the Holy See, the Terrans, and the hundreds of millions of believers on the continent of San Cassis couldn't do without the archpope, whether this archpope was Monrosa, or the Holy Son Orpheus, or even a cardinal archbishop.

At this time, in the rear of the Demon Legion, Edward, the former High Priest of the Beamon Crown, looked at Mourinho with a smile and said, "The Holy Son of the Holy See wants to break through. ”

"Then let him break through, as long as he captures Monrosa alive and then kills Albert, the plane battle is equivalent to half of the victory."

Edward looked at his confident son and said with a little sorrow, "But the Bloodhoof tribe 。。。。。。。。 ”

Mourinho groaned for a while, and said in a somewhat unnatural tone: "The courage of the horseman, there is nothing to be afraid of!" ”

Edward sighed, he always felt that, perhaps, he shouldn't be so optimistic, especially about the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The Bloodhoof tribe is in the San Cassis tribe, which is almost synonymous with ghosts and fears.

When it comes to the demon plane, it is still like this, and even Edward, who thinks highly of himself, has to admit that the Great Lord of the Wasteland, as well as the barbarian tribe under his command, are really a nightmare existence, and whoever touches it is unlucky.

The fall of the Legion of Sin has to make people wonder how powerful the Bloodhoof Tribe is now.

"Inform His Majesty the Lich King, the additional Four-Winged Knights, Monrosa and Albert, have begun to fight desperately."

Following Mourinho's gaze, in the air in the distance, Monrosa held the holy light mana in his left hand, the sword in his right hand, and the golden robe of the Pope on his body danced in the wind, like a god of war, and in an instant, he beheaded a four-winged knight.

Albert, whose pressure was greatly relieved, did not have a trace of retention, and dozens of light balls condensed by spatial magic elements also slowly flew towards the ground.

"Ben, I don't blame you!" Albert still had that hippie smile.

"I don't feel guilty!" Monrosa said lightly: "Maybe only in this way, my Grand Pope Monrosa, and your old friend Albert, the Archmage of the Space Department Holy Rank, can overshadow that guy from Allen, although, only this time!" ”