At the horizon, a black shadow suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the power of the earl-level demon powerhouse crushed him, and the director suddenly felt that his breath was also stagnant. But he still felt strange that although this coercion was powerful, it seemed to be strong on the outside, and under the cover of this aura, there seemed to be a more powerful and cold aura, just like the god of war on the battlefield with countless blood, full of the smell of killing.

In an instant, the director even felt that he could not defeat his opponent.

Even if the success power is less than 20%, the director has the courage to lead the army to fight against the earl-level powerhouse, but the erratic and incomparably cold and condensed aura that disappears from time to time directly makes him lose his fighting spirit.

There are still nearly 100 enchantments outside, and if the troops are withdrawn now, it may be too late to retreat into the nearest auxiliary city, and the strength of the two auxiliary cities may be ...... Maybe...... Maybe it will fail!

Taken aback by the retreat in his heart, the director raised his hand and slapped himself to stabilize his mind, but was shocked to find that these ogre warriors around him were also trembling. The ogres, who have always been brave, will be shocked by the breath of the other party...... The director felt that he seemed to have considered something wrong for a while, maybe the other party was not gathering an earl-level powerhouse at all, but a marquis or even a duke-level super powerhouse.

And what he couldn't accept the most was that the breath of the prince, which was faint but could be felt, had completely disappeared at this moment. Although I don't know what the prince's arrangements are, if his coercion can be enveloped here like just now, at least it will make the other party dare not act rashly. But his breath suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the director felt that the joke was too big.

"It really shouldn't be a crow's mouth. As he spoke, the director raised his arm and instantly swung it down like a blade, staring at the huge black shadow that was rapidly approaching in the distance, and he said sharply, "All the staff obey orders! The current situation happened suddenly, and it has exceeded all yesterday's predictions. I'm not going to give up the city just like that, but I don't like unnecessary sacrifices. So now if anyone proposes to retreat to other auxiliary cities, I will not stop you! I am very satisfied with this time with you, and it is my honor to fight with you. Those who are willing to stay should be deployed according to yesterday's battle plan to buy time for the evacuated comrades!"

With that, the director rushed out first, clasping his hands reverently and silently reciting the eulogy. A solemn aura spread out from his body, and a warm and warm light spread with it, instantly dispersing the blood and qi around him. The ground trembled suddenly, and two golden towers hundreds of meters apart roared out of the ground, and special guns with crosses engraved on them turned one after another, pointing their muzzles at the black shadows in the distance.

With a sudden wave of his arms, he drew an oblique cross in front of him, and the chief shouted, "St. Andrew's Sanctuary, unfold!"

As soon as the words fell, two golden diagonal crosses suddenly appeared on the two golden pagodas, and the dazzling light even the surrounding black shadows completely disappeared.

Standing in the middle of the two towers, bathed in solemn holy light, the director exhaled quietly, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead without a trace, and laughed at himself: "I didn't expect to use this spell again after two years, it is still so difficult." The gap between me and my teacher is really that big. ”

The Sanctuary of St. Andrew, once the final guardian spell of the European Branch, is a fortress-level defensive technique. It wasn't until the Fifth Marshal created the "Last Holy Land" system that this spell gradually faded into history, after all, for humans, it involves too much of a spell for some sacred things.

Listening to the noisy footsteps behind him, the director exhaled a long breath.

He doesn't blame these ogres. Staying to meet the other party is obviously killing himself, and as the commander entrusted by the prince of the Northern Regions, he naturally can't retreat at all, but these ogres behind him can choose their own life and death. Life is precious, everyone's is the same, it is not them who are at fault, but they have encountered too powerful enemies. Respect for one's own life is the innate instinct of every species, and it is just a matter of nature.

"Director......" Suddenly, a dumbfounded voice came from above the director's head, and a large drop of slimy liquid fell against the tip of the director's nose.

Frightened, he took a few steps back, and suddenly hit something, and turned his head to see that it was an ogre.

No, not just an ogre. Countless ogre warriors were driving out of the city gates with their crude weapons, clumsily running to where they should have been, according to yesterday's battle plan.

"You ......"

"Ogre, no ...... There are no cowards. The director is a good man, a friend, an ogre...... Fight them with you. ”

Listening to the stammering words of the ogre behind him, the director suddenly felt that his previous thoughts were too narrow. Solemnly patted the ogre's thick calf, and the director turned around and shook his head: "It's over, let's barbecue and eat together." ”

......

Looking at the black crushing cannibal warriors in the distance, Aslantia frowned. In her impression, although the ogre is good, they only know brute force, and this kind of battle is not what she is after.

At this time, there was only a pair of blood wings left behind Aslantia, but the speed provided by this gorgeous blood wing was still not to be underestimated. And above her head, the Count, tightly wound by countless slender threads of blood, was dying and wrestling uselessly. At this moment, the Earl's soul fire has disappeared from all directions, and the last one is also fluctuating, as if it will be extinguished at any time. And his body was covered with deep bone scars, and the original four narrow and sharp bone blades were completely shattered, where did he still have the demeanor of an earl at this time.

Aslantia was thinking about whether to go somewhere else when two dazzling towers suddenly caught her eye, and the warm light instantly made her heart tremble slightly.

Enemy!

With only these two words in his mind, Aslantiya's interest was fully mobilized, and he waved his hand to summon the blood sickle, and the blood wings behind him suddenly flapped and accelerated, and the earl flew over with a fever lamp.

She naturally knew what this kind of aura represented, and it was the breath of the "exorcism spell" unique to human beings.

"If you can see this thing here, it seems that the other party is also a strong exorcist, right?" maybe even I ......" The blood scythe tore through an enchantment blocking him in front of him with a swing, and Aslanthia looked at the Jintaran who was getting closer and closer, and smiled, "Maybe even I can be happy for once, sister!"