The two sides fought a bitter battle again, the guns roared, the storm swept through, and the entire underground floor was crumbling in the frantic flow of energy, and the dome was shaking, and there were already signs of collapse.

The fourth-level griffin warriors are already extremely close to the eighth-order sage, but after all, there is still a line of distance, and Khorog and Melinda rely on their rich combat experience to deal with them, and the attacks from time to time make Zoro scramble and embarrassed, and the griffin warrior's self-healing ability is also close to the limit.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket!

Zoro briefly communicated with the Level 4 in the link of thoughts, and finally convinced the other party.

That's right, in terms of "authority", he is no different from the fourth-level type, and even below the fourth-level type. Unlike those who had been screened, the fourth-level type was originally a member of the Angelic Ruins, and even had a faint breath of life when it was developed. It's just that its consciousness has become a chaos, which gives Zoro room to maneuver, otherwise Zoro will completely wipe it out at the first moment of discovery.

The current situation is roughly equivalent to that it is a fierce general on the battlefield, and Sauron is its military advisor and think tank, and can exert influence on it to a certain extent.

After Sauron's opinion, the fourth-level muddy mind naturally expressed his agreement, and the two pairs of wings opened with a "bang", and the scattered golden feathers were like substance, but they were difficult to touch with their fingertips, and could only crush a ray of solidified light.

The five-meter-long wings soar into the sky with a four-level type, and the vigorous posture seems to dance in the air, and the picture is indescribably beautiful and moving.

However, Khorog and the five-man group had no time to enjoy the beauty, only to feel like a winter wind coming from the feathers flying.

Melinda was the first to resist the pressure, the revolver spun rapidly, and countless small beams of light tore the feathers apart like swarms of killer bees, but the increasingly dense sense of crisis did not diminish at all, and the sourceless coldness made her suffocate for a while, and she had to take a big breath to relieve it.

"It's not a feather! we've been deceived! Look behind it!" Suddenly, the Holy Light priest shouted and woke the crowd from panic.

The Holy Light Priest has always been an unknown but indispensable role on the battlefield, in addition to timely assistance and healing, it is more important to master the rhythm of a battle! The blessing of a good priest will tell his companions the timing of attack and retreat, which is half of the leader except for the leader.

The priest who can appear in this group of five is even better, and he is the first to come to his senses, and his cool head provides protection for his companions.

Under his reminder, everyone looked behind the fourth-level type, and it was a golden giant statue that was about to take shape and was nine points similar to it!

The reason why it is only a portrait is that although it is tall and strong, it lacks the charm it should have, and it looks wooden and lifeless, which is by no means the feeling that a living soul brings to people.

The fourth-level type folded his hands, half-knelt in the void, as if he was worshipping something, and then raised his palms above his head, and a round of tomorrow rose in the center of his palms, and the brilliance sprinkled had a sense of holiness and holiness, which made people can't help but feel waves in their hearts, as if they had met the call of the true God!

To the horror of Khorrog and the others, the figure behind him also slowly gathered his big hands, and the golden light in his palms rose into the sky, directly shattering the solid dome, breaking through the camouflage col, ushering in a fresh wind and snowstorm, and sweeping away the gloomy bloody atmosphere here.

"Eighth Order! This is definitely an attack that only a Sage can inflict! This traitor can actually steal the power of the Father!"

Khorog could no longer maintain the stiff composure on his face, and the too many variables tonight seemed to be a harsh criminal law in the Inquisition, and the drenched tissues covered the prisoner's face layer by layer, making you gradually feel the arrival of suffocation.

He now felt such a breakdown, roaring loudly and shamelessly, as if tears were sliding down his face mixed with blood.

However, the priest and Melinda were more calm, the former was talented, and the latter had wandered in the Inquisition for half his life, and the darkness and reversal of the officialdom of Apocalypse City were far more incredible than the conspiracy of the Northern Wind Battlefield, but they were used to things beyond their control, and knew that in this situation they could only do their best and obey the fate of heaven.

"I will use the dragon soaring cannon to meet it, Khorrog will form the first line of defense, strive to use your space warp and elemental storm to drain its energy, the spellmaster shrinks the mess you control, don't hide the ability for the old lady anymore, I know your way to burn life in exchange for strength, the warrior then resisted, the priest gave me full blessings and blessings! The Father will gaze at you!"

Seeing that everyone was blocked in this small area and could not dodge, Melinda shouted the best solution at the moment in a torn voice, and everyone subconsciously followed her arrangement and began to act.

"The Father is forever upon us!"

A pillar of black light with a diameter of ten meters erupted from her chest, like a pillar of optimus crushed by the shattered sky, and then, dark clouds and red flames swept and churned, like an obstacle in another world, sword light and spears were added vertically and horizontally, weaving a net of divine swords, just waiting for the blade of light that connected with the sky to fall.