......

In the eyes of others, this move is already monstrous and powerful.

However, only Edmund, a flame walker in the middle of it, can truly feel the suffocating pressure like a tide.

He felt that he was locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and before he could react, a cold white sword light swept in front of him.

His face changed suddenly, and he only had time to raise the red spear, and was directly slashed by the sword light.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Edmund was directly split upside down from the city wall, flew over the moat, and fell hard into the mud.

Edmund only felt that all his internal organs were almost displaced, and the blood in his chest was tumbling, and he couldn't hold back, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the red demonic beast leather armor on his body, which was specially made by the armor master, several half-arm-long openings were impressive. There were streaks of blood left on the skin under the leather armor, and beads of blood were oozing outward.

Edmund understood that at that moment just now, if it wasn't for the extremely protective armor on his body that blocked it for him, even if he barely took the sword, he would be severely injured by the shattered sword light.

Strong!

It's too strong!

The true Sage is not at all something that he, a so-called "sub-Sage" of level 6, can compete with.

His heart was full of despair.

Meanwhile.

The entire battlefield, whether it was the armies of the enemy or the enemy, was stunned, and this scene was really shocking, far beyond their imagination and knowledge.

That Edmund the Flamewalker appeared on the battlefield, already strong to the point of being inhuman, and dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the army of Light Believers.

But such a terrible existence was knocked down by an angel and vomited blood in embarrassment.

How can this terrible existence be combated?

Especially on the side of Lu'an's army, the morale has almost fallen to the bottom, and not fleeing immediately can be regarded as excellent courage.

"Not bad, not bad. Even Wu Hui, who was in the Kingdom of Light, was appreciative while eating St. Mai's popcorn, "St. Luke has won my heart, Edmund, who pretended to be a criminal, should give him some cruelty." ”

This appearance, this momentum, simply shows the nobility and strength of the angel to the fullest.

It is to suppress the audience like this and bring out the momentum on their side!

Edmund's old boy dared to rely on the strength of a mere saint to show off his might and arrogance in front of the Holy Maiden of Light and the believers of Light.

And the injured Saintess of Light, after performing a healing on herself, slowly got up, her eyes revealing incomparable composure and calmness: "Warriors, believers!"

She held up the cross in her hand high, and her voice was clear and moving, sonorous, "Our Lord is watching us from heaven. Under the glorious light of God, we will be invincible! Angel Holy Might, invincible!"

Under the influence of divine magic, her voice instantly spread throughout the entire Gruburg.

The believer soldiers instantly became excited and fanatical, and couldn't help but raise their arms and chant with the Holy Maiden of Light.

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

"Angel Shengwei, invincible!"

What a glory it is for the mighty gods to come down and the angels to come?

Even a sub-saint-level powerhouse like the Flame Walker was vulnerable in front of the angels, so why were they afraid that they would lose this war?

For a while, all the disciples of the Holy See were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their morale was surging and their morale was high. Raising his sword and gun, he counterattacked the enemy and killed him, and the battle was completely fatal, and it was frenzied and terrifying.

On the other hand, the Luan army, which numbered several times the number of believer soldiers, collapsed in morale, and the slain retreated one after another, and soon withdrew from the city walls. But even so, the believers and soldiers still refused to let go, and they either climbed down the city walls or opened the city gates, and attacked and killed the enemy army in reverse.

"Damn it, don't retreat, kill me, kill, kill!"

Seeing the defeat of the army, Viscount Connor immediately roared hysterically, and personally killed several deserters with his sword, his gorgeous armor stained with blood, and roared like a mad dog, "Whoever dares to retreat will be killed." Whoever is the first to storm Gruburg will be rewarded with a hundred gold Franks, and will be named a baron. ”

After all, Viscount Connor was a nobleman who had been carefully taught by his family since childhood, and he clearly knew that he had to make a last fight now, otherwise this Gruburg would be his death.

Those who retreat die, and those who brave are actually barons.

Such two major stimuli immediately saved some morale. The army of Lu'an City was one or two thousand people, and many of them were bloody and brave. In particular, some lords and knights were aroused to desperate desires.

Baron Feng and Baron Feng are completely two concepts, civilians are brave and good at fighting like knights of Horn, and they have repeatedly made war exploits, but they are just a knight leader.

The vast majority of the barons in the world are from the family generation. The other way is to reach level 5 in personal strength, and be willing to swear allegiance to a certain viscount or earl, and you can also reward the baron, but the territory has to be fought for by yourself.

So for many, Viscount Connor laid out a path to the sky, as long as he could break through the walls and fight his way into Glouburg.

At the instigation of Viscount Connor, the Luan army, which was already on the verge of defeat, miraculously gained a foothold and steadily forced the army of believers back.

"Although that level 7 powerhouse is powerful, no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually get tired and injured. Viscount Connor continued to agitate feverishly, "In history, I don't know how many level 7 powerhouses have died on the battlefield, today, we will achieve a miracle!"

Although Viscount Connor already vaguely knew what kind of being he was fighting against. But so what, can you kneel and beg for mercy now?

Wu Hui, who was far away in the kingdom of God, saw this scene, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, although the nobles were such creatures as greedy, selfish, despicable, and shameless. But they have been systematically cultivated, and they have knowledge and experience far beyond that of ordinary civilians.

The ability to burst out at critical moments should not be underestimated.

Like this Viscount Connor, who has saved the situation in crisis several times or three times, in a sense, he is already an excellent commander.

It's a pity.

Wu Hui has been planning for this decisive battle for a long time, and the preparations are very sufficient. No matter how good Viscount Connor is, he is just a dying struggle, and he has become a whetstone for the Holy Maiden of Light and the immature Holy See army.

"Luke, resolve the battle quickly. Wu Hui commanded in a calm tone.

It's almost time, and it's time for the show to end. After all, St. Luke's War Angel state consumes 1 point of divine power every minute. In the future, there are more places where you need to use divine power, and you can save a little bit.

"Yes! ”

In the most stable channel of faith, there was a calm response from St. Luke.

Then on the big screen held up by Wu Hui, St. Luke, the angel of war, with his white wings, swooped down like a fighter jet, killing Edmund the Flame Walker.

Originally, Edmund had already restrained his breath and quietly blended into the crowd, preparing to retreat quietly while everyone was not paying attention. As long as you run far enough, even the Angels of War may not be able to catch up.

"Damn it. Edmund saw the angel of war swooping down, and he was furious and frightened, and hurriedly burst into a momentum and swept into the distance.

His speed was not slow, and a thin layer of flame burned around him, like a meteor flying close to the ground.

It's a pity that the War Angel is a level 7 class with wings, and his speed is far from being comparable to Edmund's, and after chasing and escaping for only two or three hundred meters, he will be intercepted.

"I'm fighting with you. ”

With no way to escape, Edmund burst into a wave of rage and fought back with a red spear.

"Bell, bell!"

In the blink of an eye, the two masters exchanged several rounds. Edmund, the sub-saint, is desperate, and his power should not be underestimated.

It's a pity.

He is strong, and the angels of war are stronger.

St. Luke's every move was filled with incomparably powerful power, which shook Edmund's internal organs violently, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth.

There's a chasm between level 6 and level 7, and it doesn't mean you can win if you work hard.

Edmund was barely able to fight back under St. Luke's swift attack.

Even though Edmund desperately seized the opportunity to attack St. Luke, the sharp and incomparably sharp red spear penetrated the shield of holy light condensed by St. Luke, but it was relieved by the scale armor on his body, and the tip of the spear was deflected and flew away.

It's just that at this moment, Edmund had the urge to vomit blood, and the light armor on the war angel in front of him was dyed snow-white and looked like an ornament, and the defense was so strong.

It's already completely unbeatable, should the opponent's weapons and equipment be so strong?

I, Edmund, came to help, and I don't want to bully people like this.

However, St. Luke had come to kill Edmund by oracle, and how could he, who was extremely loyal to the God of Light, release water on Edmund?

In less than half a minute, St. Luke stabbed Edmund's heart with a sword, and the surging power of holy light shattered his heart.

Under such a fatal injury, even if it is the strong vitality of a sub-saint-level powerhouse, it is a life, and there is no possibility of survival.

St. Luke picked up Aemond's body and flew in front of Gruburg, dropping it from the sky and smashing it into the center of the fierce battle between the two sides.

"Bang dang!"

Yasheng's corpse slammed into the ground like a heavy hammer beating a drum, shaking everyone's heart faintly.

The surrounding soldiers were also taken aback and hurriedly flashed around. A large area was instantly vacated around the corpse.

The corpse of Edmund the Flame Walker lay alone in the middle of the clearing, desolate, but also conspicuous.

Compared with the glamorous and majestic at the beginning, Edmund at this moment is like a crockpot stained with mud, a decayed and withered rose, and his whole body is full of ashes.

Looking closely, his short chestnut hair was stained with weeds, his lifeless skin was gray, and even his red and flowing demonic beast skin armor was beaten to pieces in the battle just now, leaving only a small piece of tattered pieces still hanging on his shoulders, covered in blood and scarred, looking extremely miserable.

Seeing his appearance clearly, the soldiers around him suddenly weakened their legs, their faces were pale, and they were shaky.

Yasheng, known as the Flame Walker, is like a god-like existence in the minds of many people, and he is dead!

He was killed alive by the War Angels of the Holy See of Light.

In the distance of the battlefield, Viscount Connor, who was surrounded by elite "personal guards", saw this scene, and his heart was even more frightened and frightened, and his body was almost soaked in cold sweat. Originally, I was expecting Edmund to have more hole cards and support it for a little longer, even if it was to hold off the War Angel for a little longer.

I never thought that he would die so quickly.

St. Luke didn't speak, just quietly suspended in the air, his divine gaze overlooking the warriors on both sides, and the momentum of the angel of war broke out again, and the mighty holy power enveloped the battlefield.

Stagnant!

Everything on the battlefield came to a standstill again.

The wave of decisive fighting spirit that Viscount Connor had worked so hard to pull out was once again suppressed to the bottom.

The hearts of all the enemies were like falling into an ice cellar, and they were extremely cold.

A certain baron, who had been fighting valiantly before, was the first to "bang", dropped his weapon, and knelt on the ground in a sincere confession: "I, Duke Ralph, have been deceived by the heretical traitor Connor the sinner, and have committed an unforgivable crime, and I pray that the great Lord of Light will send me a divine punishment to cleanse me of my grave sins." ”

"You ......"

In the distance, Viscount Connor's face turned red and trembled with anger, that damn Duke Ralph, obviously every time you have a meeting, you clamore to destroy the pseudo-papal see, and you dance the most happily.

It's just that Viscount Connor's betrayal has just begun......

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(The first update is 3600 words, the pink-skinned and paper-thin Lao Ao first asked for a wave of guaranteed monthly tickets to appease the weak heart, and then the old arrogant went to the code overnight.) ）