There was a bang.

Vitruvius' naked body was covered with red crystal armor.

Tidal Giant's power, open.

Vitruvius swelled into a small giant in an instant.

space a fluctuation.

A straight sword of falling iron, burned red by flames, reached Vitruvius's hand.

A red crystal-armored giant.

"Drink!" Hearing only a blast, a transcendental silver-armored warrior with a silver shield in his hand, carried forward the spirit of the brave charge of the flesh shield warrior, and launched a wild bull charge against Vitruvius.

Bang.

The valiant warrior of the silver-armored flesh shield was struck away by Vitruvius' sword.

Vitruvius' power of the Temporal Demon King has not yet been opened, and just the basic 55 points of strength, plus the ten points of power bonus of the power of the Tidal Giants, is enough to crush all the Transcendental Warriors and most of the Legendary Warriors.

You must know that ordinary legendary peak warriors, if they have not obtained divine power crystals on the battlefield, then their strength attribute will also grow to about 38 points at most...... Vitruvius was not careful, and a single sword could kill a group.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh ......

Seven or eight guards armed with spears used a bull charge against Vitruvius.

They all swelled slightly, which was the effect of opening the power of the giant bear.

Seven or eight demon-breaking spears chiseled at Vitruvius, but they only made a clanging sound, and there was not a single white mark left on the thick crystal armor.

Vitruvius didn't care about his feet at all, those idiots who chased and stabbed him, stood in place and let them fight, and they couldn't even break the defense......

Vitruvius, who had swelled several times in size, raised the flaming straight sword in his hand and slashed it at King Charles, who was still in shock.

Clang!

The sound was like ringing a giant bell.

The melodious bells rang throughout Parthenon, and a golden light burst out above Charles's head.

The angelic crown flew directly above Charles's head and slowly rose in mid-air.

A powerful four-winged battle angel slowly took shape.

All the warriors besieging Vitruvius consciously retreated.

Human professionals all crawled out of the pile of dead people, and just now Vitruvius struck a flesh shield warrior with a sword, obviously reaching the level of crushing power, coupled with his strange crystal thick armor, it was incredibly hard.

Now that the four-winged battle angel has appeared, the battle behind it has exceeded the level of the transcendent period.

The silver-armored warriors stationed in the Congress Hall retreated one after another, and even several Legendary Noble Speakers who were watching on the second floor of the Congress Hall also left the passage on the second floor and stood on the upper square of the Congress Hall, observing this blatant battle of killing kings.

The four-winged battle angel came from the void, two pairs of silver-white wings, a crystal broadsword, dressed in golden armor, with silver-white eyes, and a handsome appearance.

"Mortals, you shouldn't offend the ...... of the gods" Before the majestic voice of the four-winged battle angel could be finished, he was greeted by a sword.

This time, Vitruvius opened the Transformation of the Nature Demon King.

He originally had 55 points of naked power, but in the state of the Transformation of the Nature Demon King, it was 110 points, plus ten points blessed by the power of the Tidal Giant, this sword was 120 points of power.

The Four-Winged Battle Angel is limited by the rules of the plane and can only have 50 points of strength.

Syllable!

Only one sword.

Four-winged battle angel, pawn.

Under the divine protection, King Charles couldn't move at all, he was originally sitting on the corona throne with an excited expression, waiting for this father-killing enemy, chopped into meat sauce by the four-winged battle angel and a large group of human professionals, but he didn't expect that the four-winged battle angel had just appeared and was taken away by a sword.

A look of excitement was replaced by astonishment, and through the divine light that protected him in all directions, Charles saw a rising flaming greatsword.

Vitruvius held his flaming sword in both hands, and the giant long sword pierced through the dome of the Capitol Chamber, and the stones of the arch structure fell in a torrent.

"Drink!" Vitruvius slashed with all his might.

Clang! ……

The roar of the bell, louder than before, once again resounded throughout Parthenon.

When this sound wave passed, almost all the inhabitants of Parthenon felt a buzzing in their ears, as if they were in an iron bell......

The sword was slashed down.

King Charles and his corona throne were all sunk underground, but the Divine Guardian was still unbroken.

At this time.

A soft golden light fell from heaven and fell on the summit platform of the pilgrimage mountain.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, there were 12 archangels dressed in silver armor, all with their eyes closed, bathed in this golden light.

Cardinal Celio, cast a divine prayer.

With the blessing of divine prayers, the strength, agility, and physique of each archangel skyrocketed.

Originally, the power of an archangel was more than 40 points, but after blessing the divine prayer, it directly reached more than 70 points.

Together, the 12 archangels spread their white wings and swooped down towards the Parliament Hall adjacent to them.

At this time, the dome of the Capitol Hall had been cut down by Vitruvius, and 12 archangels flew around Vitruvius's head.

Sou!

The three archangels shot at the same time, and Vitruvius slashed one with a sword, directly causing serious injuries to him, but unfortunately, Vitruvius's 120 points of power could not kill the blessed archangel with one blow.

The swords of the other two archangels saw the opportunity, and lifted the crystal swords in their hands to take a fancy to Vitruvius's neck and armpits.

It's a pity that the full strength of the two archangels only left a white mark on Vitruvius's crystal armor.

The other nine archangels, instead of flying down to besiege Vitruvius, performed healing spells in mid-air to heal their companions who had been seriously injured by Vitruvius' sword.

Angels know how to heal, and they are not of low rank.

Vitruvius wielded his greatsword like a fly, driving away the 12 archangels.

The archangels did not dare to advance, relying on agility, numbers, and healing powers, and fought around Vitruvius, trying to find out Vitruvius's weaknesses.

Vitruvius, on the other hand, stood in the Capitol Chamber, waiting for the Holy Asylum to cease its effectiveness......

The duration of the Holy Sanctuary is a minute at most, and Charles estimates that there are only forty seconds left to live......

An eagle's cry resounded through the sky.

Cardinal Celio, riding a golden griffin, swoops down from the pilgrimage mountain.

The golden griffin cast a shadow on the ground, swept across the upper and lower squares of the Capitol Chamber, and projected directly onto Vitruvius.

Cardinal Cellio, one of the Three Sages of the Ground, looked at Charles with pity, stretched out his palm, which was full of rings, and said in a majestic voice: "God says that those who are sent by him deserve to be blessed, and the kingdom of God is opened for you, enter the kingdom of God, and God will protect your safety." ”

Divine art, refuge.

The soft golden light flashed, a spatial ripple flashed, the spatial divine kingdom of the Tyr God Kingdom opened, and the ripples flashed on King Charles's body, and his body blurred several times, as if he was about to disappear from the place, but he failed to succeed, and finally remained in place.

Charles is currently under the Divine Guardian who is immune to all damage, and as long as he uses the Evacuation Technique to teleport him into the Spatial Divine Kingdom of the True God of Tyr, Charles will not be in any danger, but this divine skill actually fails......

Of course, the refuge technique will not work, because Vitruvius shot a small key to the abyss with the attribute of a spatial anchor into King Charles's shoulder before the battle began.