With the support of the God of Flames' projection, the scarred Shen Junzhu finally gained breathing space and flew over the eastern city wall to rest temporarily, his eyes cast to the east.

She also saw the figure floating in the air, as the Dragon Clan's Imperial Doctor, she had also dealt with him a few times when she was in the Northland Realm, so she also recognized the identity of the old man, it was the Pope of the Father's Sect.

Like Diego, she didn't know how the Pope had come to be here, it wasn't in their plans. In addition, the strength of this pope also exceeded her expectations.

The dragon clan all believed that this pope was able to lead the Father God Sect to hold on to the heavens and curb the path of the dragon clan to the south, completely relying on the benefits of Chongxiao Pass and Baishan, but they didn't expect that this pope would still be able to perform séance after leaving Baishan, and this was also the first time since the war between the human and dragon clans that they saw this Pope on a frontal battlefield - this Pope seemed to attach more importance to this new force than they imagined, so much so that he was never seen here even on the human dragon battlefield.

Either way, it's always good.

The power of the séance is too great, it is completely qualitatively overwhelming, and the power of the human world cannot cause substantial damage to the projection of this god of flames. With the projection of the god of flames, the current war has almost decided the end.

If nothing else.

But accidents are also possible.

Shen Junzhu turned his head to the west again, throwing himself into the distant place, with thought in his eyes.

Shen Junzhu didn't know what he was thinking, the projection of the God of Flames continued to wreak havoc in Forforsburg, unstoppable everywhere he went, the armies in the Valley of Thorns were retreating, and the mages and warriors in the city were dying at an unprecedented rate, but those brave people were still fighting with this projection of the god with all their might, and their eyes flashed with the excitement of generous death.

It's not that they're not afraid of death, it's just that they love the land under their feet more, it's their dream country, it's where their faith lies—because of the nature of the new spell system, as long as they stay in the Valley of Thorns for a long time, they will gradually lose their original beliefs and turn to believe in the land and the system itself.

That was their new god.

The belief of human beings is the gods, the belief of the dragons is their ancestors, and the faith of these Thorn Valley people is their country.

If someone wants to destroy it, they don't mind defending it desperately.

Engel was still bowing to the West reverently, and Jacob did not know when he rushed over.

His body was covered with blood and traces of various spells, his armor had been torn to the point of scrap metal, and the powerful magic sword in his hand that had gathered multiple spells had been eclipsed, and it barely shone anymore.

"Engel! Engel......"

Jacob yelled at Engel a few times, but Engel did not respond at all, but only knelt down.

Engel was the lord of Forforsburg, and for him, the city was in the people, so in the face of the current scene, he prayed for a miracle, but Jacob was different.

Seeing that Engel ignored him, the knight gentleman directly ordered the adjutant who was waiting on the side: "Pass the order, all retreat!

The lieutenant was an elf, and when he heard Jacob's words, he looked at Engel, and then at Jacob, and muttered, "Lord Jacob, the lord of the city has not yet given the order......"

"Do you think he's got the order now!"

Jacob roared angrily, and with a lightning stretch of his right hand, snatched his city lord's waist card from Engel's waist, threw it to the lieutenant, and repeated his words: "All retreat!"

The lieutenant hurriedly took the token, but still hesitated: "Why don't you keep it for a while?" Maybe the old fairy will come over......"

He, like Engel, made Forforsburg his home, and if Forforsburg was discarded, they would be lost dogs in the future, and their status would not be as good as before, and they would not be willing to do so unless they had to.

"The old immortal is in retreat, he won't come!"

Jacob's voice became even more angry, and he didn't know whether he was angry that the lieutenant didn't obey orders, or angry that the old immortal was in retreat at this time.

Hearing that the old immortal was in retreat, and the last reliance could not be counted on, the adjutant finally said yes tremblingly, and hurriedly ran away with the waist card to pass the order.

Jacob looked at Engel again, and finally asked, "Will you go?"

Engel's figure kneeling there did not move.

Jacob didn't persuade either, but nodded directly, "Okay, if you want to be martyred, then be martyred, I'm leaving!" After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but his front foot stopped when he just stepped out of the door.

Engel, who had been kneeling there, finally moved.

"The old immortal of the stars, the mana is boundless!"

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, and a deep voice came out of his mouth, and there was excitement in it that could not be hidden.

Jacob also looked up to heaven in the direction of the projection of the god of fire.

I saw that a crack suddenly opened in the sky above the head of the God of Flames, and a ray of light shot down from above, directly enveloping the projection of the God of Flames inside.

The invincible flame god projection was unable to break through this light for a while, although it stirred this light turbulently, it could never rush out, and the movement of the flame god projection gradually slowed down.

"The old immortal of the stars, the mana is boundless!"

Loud and heroic shouts rang out all over Forforsburg, and the momentum shook the sky.

With the shouts of the whole city, whether it was on the ground or in the sky, whether it was the Man-Dragon Alliance or the Thorn Valley Front Army, everyone turned their eyes to a figure that appeared in the sky above Forforsburg at an unknown time.

The figure was shrouded in white light, and it was impossible to see its appearance, but many of the old residents of Thorn Valley could recognize who it was.

It is the mysterious master of the Valley of Thorns, Lord Zhao Ritian, the old immortal of the stars, that is, Norman.

“...... The unintentional realm and even the unconscious realm, there is no ignorance and there is no ignorance ......"

As Norman chanted, another shadow slowly appeared in the sky above the flame god's projection.

"Kill him!"

"I'm going, looking for death, it's bullying us!"

"I really don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has. ”

......

Norman's mind was full of voices intertwined and overlapped, and his left eye couldn't see anything outside at all, all of them were barrages.

Popularity is also like a snowball, slow in the early stage, and faster in the back. After more than four years of development, the popularity of his live broadcast room has grown by leaps and bounds, reaching 100 million, and he often stays at about 1 billion per day.

The barrage of this huge audience is also extremely terrifying, but Norman is no longer what it used to be, and now that "Catching the Sea Heart Sutra" has been completed, the spiritual power can be divided into 16,000 ways, but it can withstand it.

Under Norman's control, the range of the pillar of light did not spread, but only shrouded the projection of the god of flames in it, and when the shadow in the pillar of light became clearer and clearer, the two figures entangled and fought in the pillar of light.

The fight between these two light men is really ugly, like a country farmer fighting, there is no order, just you punch me and kick me, but the power is amazing.

The body of the God of Flames, which could not cause damage no matter how much he attacked, fell one by one under the fists of the other light man, and could not grow any more, and the fire god projection was not a vegetarian, and from time to time he also pulled off a piece of the body of the other light man. But overall, it was the Light Man summoned by Norman who was stronger.

In front of everyone at the scene, the man of light summoned by Norman was finally scarred, and his head was barely hanging on his neck, and the projection of the god of fire was even more miserable, his body was already separated, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and before he touched the ground, he had turned into ashes in the air.

As the projection of the god of fire dissipated, so did the flames that filled the city of Forforth.

"Oh!"

Cheers rang out all over the city, it was the Thorn Valley Front, and the Man-Dragon Alliance Army was in despair.

Norman ignored them and looked directly to the east, his gaze falling on the old man in the distance.

"It should be the Pope. ”

Lancelot prompts at the right time.

This is not difficult to deduce, after all, there are only a few top-level existences in the world, and many Normans have already seen them. There is really no one who can cause trouble for Norman today, except for the legendary Father God Pope.

With the projection of defeating the God of Flames, the barrage in the live broadcast room also cheered, but no matter what, Norman was always expressionless, just looking at the old man in the distance, there was a streamer in his eyes slowly, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes.

He didn't seem to have a problem with what he couldn't figure out.

He hadn't yet comprehended the ultimate mystery of the spiritual turmoil, so why did he come at this time?

......

He hadn't seen the Pope, but he seemed to be very familiar, but it was a pity that Lancelot could only observe the world through his eyes, and could not see his current appearance, otherwise he would have noticed his strangeness.

However, the Pope, who looked like a Norman acquaintance, did not have the heart to catch up with him, and after seeing the projection of the God of Fire dissipate, he directly began to chant again, and with the Pope's chanting, a trace of light slowly seeped out from the clouds in the sky above Forfors.

Under the increasing light, Norman was not idle, and directly chanted the spell again, still a spiritual storm.

This was the most powerful spell he had ever mastered, and only this god-level forbidden spell could currently be able to resist the Pope's séance—in this respect, he was still not as powerful as the legendary number one powerhouse under the stars, Adrian, who had easily defeated the Pope.

Norman had tried his best to expand the scope of the current spiritual storm, but it was still dwarfed by the scope of the Pope.

The Pope's spell range was much wider than Forforsburg, and the light of the Norman spiritual storm only shrouded Forforsburg in it.

There were no more creatures flying in the air, all of them landed on the ground, and on the roof, the people on the ground also stopped fighting for a while, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them.

They all saw that their battle was no longer meaningful, and the outcome of the battle between these two adults would directly determine their end, and Norman's current precise spell control ability also made the spirit storm not waste any mana on these idle people, so they were still able to move freely.

And the outcome of this battle between Norman and the Pope seems to have been foreordained at the beginning.

In the sky above Forforsburg, in the wide circle of light created by Norman, a figure that was even larger than just now slowly appeared, looking almost up to the sky, and the momentum was amazing.

But around this huge figure, three smaller figures of different colors slowly appeared, and around Forforsburg, four more huge figures gradually appeared. With the appearance of these figures, all kinds of anomalies also appeared in the space, it was still icy and snowy, and the temperature next door was already dry, and the ground was cracked, and these various anomalies turned Forforth into a dazzling and colorful world.

Both in terms of numbers and momentum, Norman seems to have lost.

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