After casting so many attack spells, even the dragon vein warlock with amazing magic power couldn't help but stop and catch his breath.

The other end of the hot sand battlefield has been swept beyond sight, the ancient stone walls are condensed with thick ice, the ground is retained with embers of flames, and countless hot sand vaporized into a dark red mist shrouds the surroundings.

Such a terrifying scene was the result of approaching the limit of the Dragon Vein Warlock's spellcasting, and all of this happened in less than a minute.

Dead.

Paladin's students looked back in amazement, looking at the red mist behind them, and forgot to move for a while, even the members of the blue team were stunned and did not take the opportunity to fight back.

"Wouldn't it?" Roland, he ......" Metternich's face turned pale, and Claudia next to him was even more pale as paper, and her body was shaky.

Gawain's expression was gloomy, although he hated Roland very much, but he knew very well in his heart that if even this guy fell, everyone in the red group would probably not be able to survive the magic of the dragon vein warlock in the future.

Blaze swallowed. "Rodris, hot girl, do you see ......that? The brilliance is on top. At this moment, the veteran mercenary leader could not find an accurate word to describe the scene in front of him.

Angela and Rodelis glanced at each other, as knights of the Holy Empire, they were in a very complicated mood at the moment, and Rommel's defeat of Roland was undoubtedly the biggest benefit for the members of the blue team.

However, the thought that the soldiers of the Holy Empire would have to face monsters like the Dragon Vein Warlock on the battlefield in the future made their hearts feel extremely heavy.

Rommel ignored the strange stares cast around the arena and stared coldly at the swirling dark red mist.

The sea of fog fluctuated suddenly, and then, a pleasing golden light shot out from the red mist labyrinth, like the blazing sunlight falling from the sky after the rain, dispelling the gloom of despair and illuminating the deep night.

"Holy light!" Every wrinkle on the Grand Priest's old face trembled on the judges' bench.

As the most senior priest of the Church of Light, he had seen a similar picture countless times, but no holy light could compare with this light, the pure, holy, and vivid brilliance made the old priest almost weep with excitement.

"The divine eye is on heaven and earth, and eternal splendor is sprinkled over the earth. The High Priest muttered to himself, and the ancient religious proverbs came out of his mouth, echoing the holy light before him.

The sea of fog cleared, and everyone saw that a huge sand pit had appeared on the hot sand field.

Roland stood at the bottom of the bunker, the sword in his hand flowing with a pale golden glow, the hot sand at his feet dyed golden by the holy light that kept pouring out of the sword, he raised his head and calmly looked at Rommel above the bunker.

A gust of wind swept by, and Roland's blonde hair fluttered along with the red sand around him, adding a bit of flowing beauty.

"This is the sacred sword pose of the Church. Count Fastia was thoughtful.

As a world-famous kendo powerhouse, he has been involved in the swordsmanship of the sword saints of the past generations, and among these sword styles, the most famous is the [Holy Sword Style] of the Church of Light, its founder is the first of the six epic heroes--- Paladin Paladin.

The Sacred Sword Style is a compulsory swordsmanship practiced by the Templars throughout the ages, which can combine divine power with the sword, and only the most devout and determined cultivators can maximize the power of the sword style.

Of course, there are also beings who are born with the ability to perceive and use divine powers, and can do it without a teacher, such as Diana.

After a thousand years, this divine light, which had risen in the Battle of Dawn, descended on the Jupiter Arena.

Looking at Roland, who slowly walked up from the bottom of the bunker, a hint of discoloration flashed in Rommel's eyes.

"You're overconfident in the power of magic, Dragonveiner. Roland said, "It's a good habit to go all out, but if you don't know the opponent in front of you, it might be better to play steady, how much magic do you have left?"

"Fifty percent, but it should be enough to contain you. Rommel forcibly suppressed the faint frustration that welled up in his chest and said coldly. "That guy said, it doesn't matter if I can defeat you or not, as long as the flag isn't in your hands now. ”

"It's a good idea to use you to force me to give up the flag, but haven't you noticed it? Roland said lightly.

Rommel had a bad feeling in his heart.

According to his and Constantine's original plan, Rommel should use magic to suppress Roland and create a chance for Constantine to capture the flag.

Originally, it was envisaged that Roland would choose to hand over the banner to other members in order to free up his hands to deal with Rommel's magic, and in fact it was.

Although in the actual execution, Rommel was a little hasty and poured out a large amount of magic power at the beginning, but judging from the past results, there was actually no problem in doing so, after all, theoretically, no knight could withstand Rommel's violent magic attack.

However, it soon turned out that such a thing as theory, in front of the truly strong, was nothing more than fragile tissue paper, just as ordinary magicians in the Holy Empire could not predict Rommel's casting speed, Rommel and Constantine could not imagine that there really existed in this world a swordsman who could block the magic of the dragon vein warlock and be unscathed.

Strength and weakness are always relative, tactics are also relative, when Rommel can't contain Roland, then he will be contained.

At this moment, in front of him, Roland raised the blade of the sword, the holy light was like a ** surge, the golden light ignited the blade of the sword, like a hanging torch, a strong breath flowed out from the sword, and under his feet, the golden magic circle loomed.

【Divine Slash】

At the moment when Roland launched his sword move and the golden holy light lit up the sky, Constantine finally acted.

In Galahad's eyes, the young man in the silver mask appeared like a ghost, and at the same time, he was greeted by a slender and beautiful crystal sword.

Constantine did not activate the crystallization attribute on the [Dawn], that kind of power is too terrifying, once it is released, the consequences will be irreparable, and the Dawn that has gathered its magic power looks like a transparent crystal, but even so, it is still magnificent, not like a sword at all.

It was a lore blow, and while the members of the Red Group were all focused on fighting for the blue flag, Constantine did not hesitate to lurk near Galahad and launched the deadliest surprise attack.

Without time to appreciate the beauty of this sword, Galahad turned around without hesitation, abandoned the sword, and threw the big flag in his hand violently, and the red flag drew a long arc and slanted into the sand dozens of meters behind him.

His back was also exposed at this moment.

The blade of Dawn's sword swept by, slashing the small red flag off Galahad's back.

Galahad, out.

At the last minute, he made the key to giving up his own move but keeping his team winning.

However, Constantine's brow furrowed under his mask.

It stands to reason that in the face of this situation, Galahad's instinctive reaction should be to swing his sword to block it, and wait for the other students to find out and rush back to help, but this Paladin student did not do so.

There is only one explanation, he guessed from the beginning that the target of the "Morning Star" was him.

It was a decoy, a bait left for Constantine.

Just when Constantine realized that something was wrong, the three strong sword intent emitted by the full power of the sword wielder had already come to his side.

The thunderbolt sword filled with the aura of destruction slashed through the condensed air of the arena, and Gawain swung the sword with both hands, and the condensed lightning wrapped around the [Shining Cloud], stretching out two brilliant blue arcs.

The loud sound of thunder echoed faintly in it, and it was the fastest blow in the Thunder Sword Style, like a lightning speed.

Claudia's sword aura was like a breeze echoing in the oak trees, and any sword move that fell into her hand seemed refreshing and unguardable, and in an instant, the sword drew countless afterimages, completely indistinguishable from the real and the false, and went towards the place where Constantine was standing.

Metternich appeared in front of Constantine with a blank face.

The sword of the knight of St. Peter shone silver in the night, as if it had been washed by water, and in the next moment, a tide rushed to the face, and the sword qi that rolled out was like a storm crashing on the shore.

The splash of water enveloped the hot sand in a red torrent more than five meters high, roaring towards Constantine.

This is the sword qi that Constantine saw in the first act of the qualifiers - [Angry Waves], a sword technique invented by the Thracian mercenary Sword Master by chance hundreds of years ago.

The [Angry Waves] that appeared in the Great Arena at this time were different from the vortex sword qi that Columne had on the surface, and the power and form it presented were already approaching the literal meaning of this [Angry Waves] noun.

After all, Colum was just a half-witted man who had just entered the advanced level and had just mastered the sword qi for a short time.

And Metternich in front of him is a real high-level peak knight, and this majestic and endless torrent in front of him is enough to break the enemy's will the moment he sees it.