As Alan led his warriors to break through the gates at the foot of the hill and climb halfway up the mountain, Conslet sat in front of the ruined tower and closed his eyes.

In addition to being covered in blood, there were more than a dozen wands and seven magic rings in front of him.

The handsome old man nodded at Alan.

It was the first time Alan had seen Constant's angry face, and in his impression, the handsome old man had always been like Simon blowing snow, different, arrogant, and silent.

Except for smiling with a bunch of tribal children, he always looks like he is rejecting people thousands of miles away.

He had noticed in the battle just now that the handsome old man was completely fighting with a mentality of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

He didn't know why the handsome old man had lost his mind a little since he came to the Holy Mountain.

Alan didn't believe that just because Albert had insulted him by proposing a five-year contract, there must be some other reason.

Taking a deep look at the ruins of the tower behind the handsome old man, he ordered the soldiers to continue to the top of the mountain.

There were a few inaudible moans from the collapsed tower, and a smile appeared on the corner of Allen's mouth,

At this moment, Rooney turned back into a human form from the air, jumped down directly and said: "In front of the palace on the top of the mountain, there are a group of winged birdmen, as well as two huge monsters, elemental giants and undead summoned creatures were directly knocked into the void by a space magician, it should be Albert's old coffin." ”

The handsome old man stood up, sneered, and began to follow Alan to the top of the mountain.

Alan whispered to Thackeray: "The battle of the Holy Order is not for warriors to intervene, safety first, don't blindly interfere, and you, don't be impulsive." ”

Thackeray nodded, a decadent sigh.

Seeing Thackeray's unwilling appearance, Alan comforted: "Now that you are about to enter the fourth order of Dou Qi, with your age, it is rare in the mainland, don't be discouraged, sooner or later one day you will enter the peak of Dou Qi and transcend the saint." ”

"Well, don't worry, I've got my own measure." Thackeray nodded.

"Don't be discouraged, when Albert and the handsome old man became famous, you were still breastfeeding, even I couldn't intervene in this kind of battle, let alone you."

Thackeray rolled his eyes, he believed that if two extreme powerhouses fought in a while, once he had the opportunity, Allen would definitely make a black move.

As everyone of the Bloodhoof Tribe reached the top of the mountain, Alan's eyes narrowed.

In front of the resplendent main hall, Albert stood there fixedly, the magic robe on his body was windless, and the magic power of the surrounding space fluctuated like substance.

Two rows of guards with wings on their backs, golden armor all over their bodies, and dragon spears in their hands, flashing their wings behind them, hovering above the main hall, should be the birdmen Rooney just mentioned.

The two giant knights, like statues, stood motionless behind Albert.

These two tall and huge knights were the Templars transformed by the Holy See with forbidden arts.

Behind the Templars were two strangely shaped flags, three meters high, full of golden armor, the body was tightly shrouded under the armor, and in his left hand was a war hammer the size of a grinding plate, and a broadsword the size of a deadbolt.

Alan smiled, he knew both of them.

One was the guy who helped Huron kill his secret guard in Outpost County.

Although it was the first time I saw it, it was the pair of eyes that were only exposed outside the visor, full of monstrous hatred, and Alan was very familiar, that is, the Sword Saint Tai, who was once known as the pride of the Holy See, the powerhouse of the extreme path of the continent, and one of the three major sword saints of the human race, it seems that this guy really abandoned his body and fell willingly.

Alan looked at Albert, the old guy was smiling as he had been before they had met for a long time, and his old face was full of underwhelmings.

However, the old man was holding a wand, and he just stood there fixedly, but he looked full of momentum, especially the top of the wand was magnificent, and he was obviously ready for battle.

Rooney watched the winged guards hovering above the main hall, his eyes wary.

It seems that Rooney, who has just transformed into a giant eagle, should have suffered a big loss at their hands.

Conslet's eyes stared at Albert without blinking, but he whispered: "Winged Knight, when the demons invaded the continent thousands of years ago, the bloodline born with the human race or the elves was born with strong spiritual power, proficient in the spell of the ghost, and the individual combat effectiveness is good. ”

Thackray shouted, "Defense." ”

Hundreds of warriors drew tower shields from behind to form a defensive array, and their movements were uniform, and all the fierce beasts stood behind the tower shields.

Thackeray shouted again, "Be on guard." ”

Hundred warriors will be handed. The crossbow bounced out of the gap in the tower shield.

Thackeray gestured again, and the beast elves drew arrows from their backs.

Albert, who had been silent, glanced at the beast elves with disdain, he knew that the tips of those armor-piercing arrows were highly poisonous, but he didn't care at all, as a saint-level magician, and it was also a spatial system, conventional weapons couldn't hurt him at all.

Alan smiled and walked over a few steps and said, "Master Albert, meet again." ”

Albert glanced at Alan slightly, but looked at the handsome old man, and said faintly: "Conslet, don't come unharmed." ”

Conslett sneered and said, "The Holy See has indeed cultivated the bloodline of the Demon Race, and it seems that the Templar Knight's transformation method is also based on the Secret Spell left by the Demon Clan, right?" ”

Albert shrugged his shoulders and said, "How can I, a Holy See worship mage, know that if I want to ask you, I should also ask the Grand Pope." ”

"The Great Pope, that old bastard, let him come out." Alan grabbed Orpheus and said viciously: "If you don't lift the ban of the Blind Dragon Sword Saint, Lao Tzu will let him be the last today." ”

Conslet was slightly strange, the Bloodhoof tribe had all hit the gate of the Holy Mountain Palace, why was there no trace of the Great Pope.

"Little guy, Sword Saint Tai is not a magician, how can he be proficient in any forbidden arts?" After Albert glanced at the Templar beside him, his face suddenly changed, and he said in a dark voice: "It's you, who attacked my apprentice Tiga, and slaughtered five hundred Guardian Knights and dozens of Guardians of the Holy Mountain, today, you can stay." ”

"Yes." Conslett walked up to Alan with his wand and said expressionlessly: "Albert, don't you, don't you really think that you are the strongest person in the continent?" ”

"Yes or no, what can you do?" Albert said arrogantly: "It seems that Sword Shengtai is right, if the Bloodhoof Tribe is not eliminated, it will definitely become a big disaster, today, you all stay here." ”

Conslet sneered and said, "Arrogance! ”

"Conslet, you are not satisfied with living for five years, and now you dare to send it to the door without the Grand Pope to protect you?" After Albert finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving only a void crack, which appeared at a height of 100 meters in the next second, and between the waves of his wand, a row of silver-white balls of light struck the sky.

"No one else has to make a move, if the Great Pope shows up, you will be responsible for dealing with him." After Conslett finished speaking, he used his magic power to rise from the ground, flew into the air, and began to chant the incantation.

The old butler Lacey, who raised a huge bloodline shield in front of the sky, shouted: "It's an elemental marker, don't be touched by those elemental light balls, after the mark, it will be driven into the mezzanine of the plane crack." ”

Tilda and his beast elves took their bows and pulled strings, and released a rain of arrows into the sky.

Seeing that those elemental marker light balls were intercepted, Eren did not rush to order an attack for two reasons.

One of the birdmen on the opposite side didn't make a move, and he wasn't in a hurry.

These guys flying in the air have a great advantage, except for Tilda, who can restrain them, the tribal warriors can play a very limited role.

The second is that the Great Pope has not shown up until now, and Alan is afraid that this old guy will hide in the shadows.

And Conslet, who was in the air, had already fought Albert.

Alan looked at Tilda and said, "Can you shoot down that old coffin?" ”

Tilda looked up into the air, shook his head in embarrassment, and said, "I don't know why, the racial ability of my beast elf clan can't lock that holy rank magician. ”

"There are a lot of ghosts and tricks." Alan cursed and began to look up at the battle in the air.

The old butler and Rooney anxiously asked Alan if he wanted to help the handsome old man, Alan hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed and shook his head.

Although Eren can't cast spells, he knows a lot about elemental user advancement.

However, dozens of demon masters of various genealines of the mainland human race have been famous for a long time, but there are only two saint-level archmages.

Theoretically, there is only one step between the Magister and the Holy Order.

But that step away may be an insurmountable barrier.

If the Magister is one step away from the Holy Order, then the Sub-Saint and the Holy Rank can be said to be half a step away.

Even in the strict sense, sub-saint mages already belong to the category of saint-level mages.

As everyone knows, Saint-Order mages have many characteristics.

For example, it can live for more than 300 years, can summon eight shields at one time, can tear through the cracks of the void plane, can use at least two kinds of genealogical magic native to the continent, and have reached the magister stage, and the body is no longer cowardly, even stronger than ordinary people, and all the pride and arrogance are full of beatings, etc.

But then look at Conslet.

First of all, the first point, let's talk about life expectancy, this old guy doesn't love maintenance very much, the major planes are blind, and the wind and rain all the year round are so vicissitudes of life, in fact, he is sixty or seventy years old, and the older he is, the more handsome he is, now looking back, he is now okay to beat Xiao Zack and his face is not red and breathless, not to mention that he can live for more than 300 years, and it is not much of a problem to live for more than two or 300 years.

Secondly, the second point is, that is, the issue of shields, it is even more nonsense to measure the handsome old man with this matter, the holy level can summon eight shields, this old guy and the elemental shield don't need money, he can summon twelve sides in one go, and it is not with the help of magic props.

Let's talk about the third point, that is, only the strongest people in the extreme path can break through the rift in the plane, and other magisters may not be able to open the door of the plane in their lifetime.

This old guy has been looking for apprentices for decades, and he has basically run all over the known planes.

In the morning, he was still in the Saint Cassis Continent, maybe he would go to the Netherworld in the afternoon, if he was in a good mood, it would be normal to go to the undead world in the evening, what he knew was that this guy was looking for an apprentice, and he didn't know that he thought the handsome old man was a fucking plane administrator, and he was running around in the major planes every day.

As for the fourth point, regarding being proficient in the two main systems of the continent's magic and reaching the mentor level, the handsome old man is indeed a little unsatisfactory.

It's true that the handsome old man is not proficient in the main magic, but he knows seven or eight kinds of partial magic, what dark system, blood system, undead system, netherworld system, revenant system, dark summoning system, god name weapon and the like, all of them are all proficient, all of them are proficient, and if this is placed in Allen's previous life, the IQ will definitely exceed one hundred and eighteen.

Secondly, let's talk about enhancing your physique, even if you are a magister, you can't sprint for 100 meters, and it's impossible to run a kilometer without blushing or panting, but as long as you step into the holy level, you are basically no different from ordinary people, and even with a little exercise, you can reach the physical standards of elite soldiers.

Just look at Archmage Downey and Master Albert, these two old ghosts eat so deliciously, and they don't get tired after walking for an hour or two.

But look at Constant, this guy himself has a high starting point, since he was a child, he can kick little Zach with one kick, beat Big Babylon alone, pinch his neck with one hand and lift up the dead ghost demon master Tiga, and even carry the magic power in the body of the demon master who sealed others, not to mention that people are flying in the air, and he can also carry a battle axe, and he has to kill the magicians of the Holy See.

Anyway, for Allen, other elemental users didn't know that the handsome old man was the first magician he had seen flying in the air and carrying a battle axe to kill the whole family.

And then there's the last point, anyway, Alan has never seen someone more like the Holy Order than Conslet, whether it's Archmage Downey or Albert, it's true that every move is full of mastery and demeanor, but what about the handsome old man, that b pretends to be in his bones, and he puts on a face every day, as if someone forgot to buy him a lottery ticket that won five million.

Therefore, if it is measured according to strict theoretical standards, Conslet already belongs to the Holy Stage, especially the last point, the temperament of a master.

Not to mention that the handsome old man looks like a holy step, if there is a circle of light on his head, he will believe that he is a god who has descended into the world.