Suddenly, he accelerated closer to Charlie, and with a wave of one hand, the dark mist was sprayed out in a fan-shape, enveloping the area with a radius of more than twenty yards in front of him, this blow was completely unexpected by Charlie.

Suffering a range blow at such a close distance, Charlie only had time to open the spell exemption, and in the blink of an eye, the mist touched Charlie's body, and immediately ignited a dark red flame, the nature of the flame was extremely strange, neither a magic element, nor a divine unit, it was an energy form that had never been seen before, so that the spell exemption completely lost its effect.

The severe pain devoured Charlie, such as being burned by the flames of hell, clothes and body could not resist its effect on the soul, Charlie snorted, and his speed plummeted, because the soul was attacked, Charlie's main consciousness began to become blurred, and the brain protection mechanism was activated, using dormancy to resist this injury.

What is surprising is that the devil's second brain is not affected by it, Charlie simply turned on the chip mode, and soon, his senses returned to normal, and then, he saw Chrisma's lore trifecta, Tulayan was dismembered into a pile of flesh and blood by his three axes, obviously Charlie couldn't avoid his lore!

Sure enough, with the weak against the strong, one mistake is the end of death.

The sudden turn of the tide of battle caught the onlookers by surprise to Lancelot and Wales, who were only able to let out a damn roar of rage, and the people were about to witness another tragedy.

Only you can rely on yourself at the critical moment!

Charlie gritted his teeth and signaled, and a violent spatial fluctuation erupted in front of him, and a portal suddenly appeared, spitting out a person, and then immediately closing.

The bloody axe slammed into the metal shield three times, reverberating with deafness.

The change under the lore stunned the viewers, and then they realized that the person cowering behind the shield was actually a burly elven warrior, this elven warrior could withstand Chrisma's lore triple attack, it was conceivable that he was a strong man who was not weaker than the marshal.

High-level teleportation summoning?!

No, Instant summoning isn't that fast! Minions aren't as cooperative!

Magic summoners are known to be a relatively unpopular profession because summoning magic is very unstable:

The summoning process is unstable, and the spatial portal is generated by summoning magic, which is esoteric and difficult to control, and can cause great damage due to the danger of spatial explosion.

The results of the summoned creatures are unstable, and you don't know what kind of creature from the Atlas will respond to your call, whether it be a bug or a dragon, but generally speaking, the more advanced the summoning technique, the more likely it is to summon powerful creatures.

The state of the summoned creature is also unstable, and many times, the creature summoned from the other world will not obey the summoner's command, will not fight for the summoner, and may even eat its body, and only by signing a contract with the summoned creature can it form a stable combat power.

The question is, how did Charlie make the spatial portal open and close, and let him desperately protect himself? Could this be Charlie's contract creature? A series of questions swirled in the viewer's mind.

"What are you stunned about? Let's go together!" Charlie couldn't help but shout looking at Lancelot and Wells who were in a daze outside the battle circle.

At this time, the two strong men rushed up, cooperated with the high-level elf warriors, and surrounded Chrisma.

Charlie tried to roll, but to no avail of the flames, he used all his strength, stepped aside, and began to study countermeasures.

The dark purple fireworks burned, gloomy, lingering, like maggots on tarsal bones, the soul was in pain, and the body began to spasm because of the pain of the soul, the muscles trembled, the sweat rained down, the body functions were almost out of control, and ordinary people had long fallen into a state of frenzied howling hysteria, only Charlie could endure this unavoidable pain, and only in chip mode could he calmly think about countermeasures.

Pale green, pale blue, and pure white light intertwined on Charlie's body, and three different healing spells fell on Charlie, passing through the smoky flames with no obvious effect, but fortunately they repaired the body and slightly eased the body's reaction.

The purple flames burned brightly, and the pain continued.

However, Charlie found that light magic was different from water and nature, and it could consume a small amount of this kind of purple flame, which gave Charlie a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, Cha Li came to Lancelot's description of the son of God before the war, and the way the church dealt with God was to use divine magic, so did God have a unique effect on God and evil?

With a thought, the magic furnace opened the lid of the furnace, and the pure magic power continued to pour out, condensed in the hand, and instantly transformed into a dazzling holy flame, the holy flame floated from the hand to the front of the body, and under the action of the powerful spiritual power, it was dispersed into a blazing torrent, pouring down from beginning to end.

To extinguish a fire with fire, probably only Charlie's brain will produce such a solution.

"Huh, do you know how to do magic?!" came from the warband's astonishment from Chrisma, he couldn't break through with one enemy and three, but he also retained half of his attention on Charlie, and couldn't help but be surprised and shocked to see him control the magic so exquisitely.

Only devout believers can use the power of the gods, and this proposition is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the Waglan continent, especially for the saints, it is an undoubted truth, however, it is broken by a young man.

What shocked Chrisma even more was that it took effect, the Holy Flame and the Purple Flame fought together, devouring each other, annihilating each other, and in the blink of an eye, the two were completely eliminated, and the Purple Flame of the Divine Evil was finally extinguished, and Charlie let out a long sigh of relief.

"How is that possible?!" Chrisma was shocked, it not only had the taste of divine magic, but also had an effect comparable to that of high-level divine magic.

Because of the clone, Chrisma's body stagnated for a short time, and this flaw was immediately caught by the battle-hardened Fury, who held the shield in both hands and launched his first active attack since the beginning of the war with all his might, and the heavy shield slammed out, knocking the blood axe away.

Lancelot and Wales are also seasoned veterans, with the two hammers taking advantage of the gap to deliver their strongest blows.

Chrisma's hastily gathered strength couldn't withstand the strongest blow of the two level 17 fighters, and the blood axe was smashed back and smashed on his body, and the dark red mist condensed outside his body was dispersed for the first time, and he couldn't make ends meet.

Seeing hope, the three of them began to attack with all their might, but at this time, Chrisma was unable to support himself and his aura could not be maintained, and the Templars, who had lost their magical protection and buff aura, were mired in war, and were brought back little by little by the Storm Knights, while the few surviving Wizards were blocked by the Assassin groups on the periphery, and could only protect themselves.

When the last trace of purple flame was exhausted, a holy flame white feather arrow pierced through the gap of the three of them and plunged into the throat of the son of the gods, and the extremely effective holy flame ignited his body and awakened his nightmare, Chrisma fell into hysterical madness, howling, furious, and unleashed indiscriminate attacks in the blazing flames, wantonly venting the potential of this terrible body.

The madness of the Son of God lasted a full ten minutes before he died of exhaustion, and the battle between the two sides was temporarily halted by Chrisma's death within a hundred yards of the center of the battlefield, a mixture of dirt, rubble, corpses, weapons, and shattered armor.

"Marshal, how about a truce?" a magician suddenly shouted.

Lancelot looked over and asked, "Who are you?"

The sorcerer replied: "My name is Spencer, I am a second-rank Templar priest, and I have the right to command the entire Knights Templar after the death of the highest priesthood of the Priesthood Order.

Marshal, although you currently have the advantage on the battlefield, we still have more than 2,000 Templars, and if they fight to the death, they can at least exchange for the same number of Storm Knights.

Therefore, I propose an armistice, and we will return to the diocese immediately after the armistice, and no longer set foot in the land of the thousand-year-old empire!"

Spencer's thinking is very clear, and he also understands the psychological demands of the thousand-year-old empire, and it has to be said that the conditions he proposed hit Lancelot's soft underbelly, and the old marshal was most worried about the loss of the Storm Knights.

Lancelot pondered for a moment and asked, "If you propose an armistice, aren't you afraid that the church will punish you?"

Spencer replied, "I am not the commander-in-chief of this war, I am not responsible for this war, Master Chrismar will be responsible for his decisions, I have saved the lives of 2,000 Templars, and the Church will praise me instead." ”

Lancelot laughed, "You're smart. ”

"Thanks for the compliment. Spencer bowed, smiled, and said, "Marshal, can we now stop this war at the same time?"

"Yes. ”

As a result, under the control of the two, this much-anticipated and powerful event, symbolizing the largest collision between divine power and royal power in a hundred years, ended in a tiger-like manner, and the Holy Peak Church entered the world's field of vision with a high attitude, and the thousand-year-old empire also defended the dignity of the old power at the last moment.

Among them, the legend is recited by the world, and only those who participate in the game understand how much the power of the church has swelled, and what pillars have withstood the decline of the thousand-year-old empire to maintain its semblance of glory.