Cromwell?

Cromwell!

This name, Lin Xiao was stunned when she heard it.

But he still reached out and shook it with the other party.

"My name is Lin Xiao, your name, is it convenient to repeat it again?"

"Cromwell, what's wrong? Have you heard of it? ”

After Cromwell finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and patted his head in a somewhat self-deprecating tone.

"I don't think I'm that famous!"

As a young person in the Templar, although his strength is already very strong, it is inevitable that there will be some seniority in the organization of the older generation.

With a bishop as his backing, Cromwell can be regarded as having a lot of light, but at present, he can only be regarded as just emerging and not famous.

Lin Xiao's heart sank.

If memory serves, the man Parrod questioned himself was also called Cromwell.

And at this point in time, I have returned to the past, and judging from Parod's performance at the time, could it be that he will do something to Cromwell?

However, it is clear that for the young people of this temple, the senses are quite good.

He shook his head.

"Nothing, it just sounds familiar."

"Haha, I know I know, in Vitleyan, one of the men is called Cromwell."

Is it really just a duplicate name?

Lin Xiao was noncommittal in her heart, and pressed this thought down for the time being.

Just as he was about to ask a few things about the abyssal demons, Cromwell should know more as a Templar Officer.

However, before he could ask it, not far away, the roar from before soared into the sky again.

The two immediately glanced at each other, no one was talking nonsense, but they went out directly together with a tacit understanding.

Lin Xiao's speed was raised to the extreme, and he found that Cromwell's guy was only half a beat slower than himself.

Although he didn't have the bonus of Diero's clothes at the moment, and he didn't have the protection of Miss Knight, but in terms of speed, Cromwell had already surpassed Vitleyan by at least ninety percent of the saints.

What's more, he is still so young.

The future is immeasurable!

The two of them walked one after the other, and came to the center where the roar came out.

Squatting on a tree branch high in the air, leaning over and looking down.

The scene in front of me is already a mess.

The flowers and trees that were originally neatly arranged have long been destroyed at this time.

Torn animal carcasses and rows of fallen ancient trees can be seen everywhere.

The clean ground was covered with scorched black and withered yellow tones.

And at the very center of the confrontation between the two magical powers, an incomparably huge evil spirit, shrouded in dark red flames, was smiling and frantically attacking a dragon turtle.

The dragon turtle is a type of ancient creature.

They are very gentle and spend most of their time dormant.

As a result, the lifespan is extremely long.

In the Spring Forest, a land of peace and tranquility for a long time, the dragon turtle lives very comfortably and is rarely disturbed.

And today, a cruel and tyrannical villain has been ushered in.

Of course Lin Xiao recognized it, but he didn't expect Cromwell to also have a good understanding of the abyss.

"Lord of the Fire Djinn."

They spoke almost in unison.

Beneath the abyss, a level 54 boss-level monster.

Compared to Mogaru, its size may be far from the same, but the strength of its magic power is a notch higher.

The dragon turtle in front of him was at least over five thousand years old.

Even if a creature like it is not very suitable for breeding magic power, and it is not a powerful breed, but after the accumulation of years, its strength cannot be weak after all.

But in the face of the Fire Djinn Lord, he didn't even have the slightest room to fight back.

The lake where the dragon turtle lives has long been wiped out by the fire of the Fire Djinn Lord's demonic flames.

And the turtle shell, which it is best at protecting itself, is also roasted with bursts of red, and it looks like it may shatter at any moment.

Claws, necks, and even skulls were covered with burn marks.

The counterattack of the water system demon path, put into the human world, every stroke is not weaker than the five-ring spell, but in front of the fire giant spirit lord, it is not painful at all.

Before he could get close, he was wiped out by the flames around him.

This dragon tortoise, which has lived for an unknown number of years, wails in great pain, and its voice is poignant, like a broken liver and intestines.

It was not an ancient species suitable for battle, and at this time, in the face of evil ghosts from the abyss, how could there be room to fight back.

The Fire Djinn Lord was in no hurry to kill the Dragon Tortoise, to be precise, it was more like it was playing.

It's like a cat catching a mouse, torturing it until it is exhausted, and then eating it at the end.

Rampant laughter was passed in bursts.

Cromwell's face turned blue at once.

As a rare species of ancient relics, the Vitellian people have always respected the ancient creatures in the Spring Forest.

"Aang!"

The Demon Flame once again hit the Dragon Tortoise's head, which had no time to retract, and the Dragon Tortoise raised its head and let out a terrible scream.

Cromwell couldn't bear it anymore, and the holy sword in his hand was sacrificed.

Immediately after, following the sword, the whole person turned into a golden holy light, and went straight to the Fire Djinn Lord.

"Brute, stop me!"

The powerful holy light suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed in front of the demon king.

With a natural restraint against the demons, Cromwell's light sword also bloomed with brilliance that even the Fire Djinn Lord could not ignore.

The sword aura came out majestically, and it accurately hit the halfway waist of the Fire Djinn Lord.

The demonic flames around the Fire Djinn Lord were suddenly dispelled a lot under this blow.

And its body, floating in mid-air, also trembled twice.

After suffering from the pain, the Fire Djinn Lord let out a wild roar.

When he raised his hand, the incomparably thick black flames suddenly converged from all directions.

Cromwell drew his sword and quickly retreated, but he didn't have time to completely withdraw from the range of the flames.

The demon flame is under the cover of the air, and if it is hard-connected, although it will not be seriously injured, whether the holy seal can be completely carried down or not, he has no bottom in his heart.

After all, it was an attack from a High Demon King.

The holy light suddenly bloomed to the extreme on Cromwell's body.

Under the protection of the Holy Seal, as soon as it came into contact with the Demon Flame, it let out a piercing explosion.

Cromwell muttered the holy words in his mouth, but the defensive spell was not yet complete, and in the distance, a silver light, tearing through the darkness, with a dazzling brilliance that could not be forced, streaked in front of him, and collided with the demonic flame accurately.

"Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering bang.

The violent air currents immediately lifted Cromwell out of the distance.

But the aftermath of this attack was obviously unable to shake the power of the Holy Seal on his body.

The flame of the Fire Djinn Lord vanished under this blow.

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