In the three spatial cracks behind Frank, there was a sound of neat footsteps, as if something was approaching.

The people in the temple suddenly became nervous, all their weapons were aimed at the spatial crack in front of them, and as the footsteps approached, the invisible pressure in the air became more and more terrifying. Eventually, three figures appeared at Frank's side. Black, White, and Selting.

"Is this your army?" Andre asked nervously, "Mr. Tyrant, are you planning to use these three young ladies to get rid of all of us?"

"Of course not. Frank said, "It's my army that has dealt with you, and they're just my men." Accompany me to this unusual show. As for your opponents, haven't they been waiting for you for a long time?" replied Frank.

"Be careful! there's something underneath the ground!" Soko said in horror, and the ground trembled beneath the temple's feet, and stout arms stretched out from beneath the earth, and then a horde of sturdy monsters crawled out from under the temple's feet.

Frank's eyes turn into snake pupils, reading information about his pet. After obtaining the True Spirit, Frank finally has his own detection system, and he doesn't have to count on the system's failed bargain.

Name: Frankenstein 2

Base Attributes: Constitution: 72, Strength: 72, Speed: 21, Perception: 17, Intelligence: 11

Enchantment: High-level hard armor, transcendent self-healing, dark breath, corrosive attack, high-level elemental cancellation, high-level anti-sacred.

Skills: Group Charge, Rage Mode, Self-Destruct

Aura: Fear, rage

Trait: Brainless fool,

Compared to the first generation, the physique and strength have reached the point of transcendence, but speed and perception, especially intelligence, are undoubtedly the biggest shortcomings. But for Frank, this kind of guy rushes into the enemy's belly, crushes once, and then blows himself up, and the world is almost quiet.

"Damn, it's the Stitched Corpse Abomination, back off!" Andre scolded, and the knights stepped back to distance themselves from Frankenstein. Shields glowing with white light were erected, and the spikes formed by the holy light on the shield also showed their superior anti-charge ability.

"Watch out for an assassin in the back!" the cloaked man suddenly screamed, but several hapless Temple priests had already been mercilessly killed. Several heads threw blood high in the air, creating obstacles to vision, as well as panic.

And this happens to be what a good assassin loves.

"The guards stand next to the priests, protect the priests, and all the priests use reflective magic!" Andre tried to regain control of his army, but the invisible reapers had taken a toll on their morale.

The priests screamed like frightened hens, and the shield-wielding guards wandered around mindlessly. Hidden among these people, phantoms flashed, and each cold light meant the end of a priest's life.

But this was definitely not the worst thing, with the confusion of the command and the tragic death of more and more priests. The old, weak, sick and disabled in the temple team, which could not be counted as combat effectiveness in the first place, began to become a serious drag.

They screamed and fled in all directions, trying to leave the arena that Frank had prepared, but their bodies turned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the light shield that Frank had prepared for them.

"Didn't you say that this was only for the purpose of restricting legendary spells?" said Andre angrily.

"Obviously I went off the rails, I'm sorry. Maybe I'll pay attention next time. Frank said sincerely.

Frank's words were almost plain to tell everyone on the field that they couldn't escape. The temple was plunged into even more chaos, and along with the chaos, something called despair quickly grew. It eats away at everyone's hearts like a nightmare, especially for those who bear the shield.

Frankenstein's visual impact doesn't improve with being demonized, and Frank actually makes them more distinctive. Unsightly, distorted scars can be seen everywhere from the face to the body, as well as black internal organs that can be seen from the scars.

The visual impact combined with the aura of fear had already had a huge impact on these poor creatures before the battle even began. To add insult to injury, Soko, who was supposed to be the leader of the shieldbearers, was now busy dealing with a bunch of old and sick people who were flawlessly looking after his subordinates.

André was organizing the priests to use reflective magic, while the cloaked Templar was doing his best to find the damned Assassins from the chaos. In fact, he'd put his sword on the necks of those guys countless times, but there was a mess that would make his efforts go to waste.

"Monster, monster!" Suddenly, in the array ahead, a young Templar could no longer endure the torment of the aura of fear, and the holy light on his body collapsed like a lamp in the darkness.

The cloak that was originally hunting those stalkers suddenly found that all the stalkers had disappeared again, completely losing their traces.

"What the hell is going on?" Cloak said curiously, and then she saw a dull brick on the temple's sturdy shield barrier.

"I cnm. "As a battle-hardened clergyman, no one knows the nature of the temple fortress better than the cloak, and when everyone is united, he can exert ten times the terrifying defense of common sense, but as long as one person retreats, then the barrier becomes a joke.

"Whoever it is, plug that gap!" said the cloak, her voice particularly shrill at this point, but it was already a little late.

"They're showing their flaws, boys. Give the temple a taste of your strength. Frank said with a smile, and then all Frankenstein's bodies were filled with black light.

Their bodies swelled to three times their normal state, and the terrifying aura effects and magic energy circuits superimposed geometrically in Frankenstein's array, and then the charge began.

The temple felt as if the sound of a group of dragons galloping in their ears, and then Soko turned back in surprise to see that Frankenstein's phalanx was charging at a rapid speed against the barrier where they had already appeared.

"Get out of the way! Hurry up, get out of the way!" Soko roared loudly, "A flawed barrier can't stop this pure transcendent charge!"

His reminder may be correct, but it is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the temple, which is already in a panic. The knight formation, which was originally considered complete, was in chaos, and then it was an avalanche.

Frank probably guessed that there would be a problem with the temple, because he had already seen many shortcomings of the temple from the eighth order of the five temples. Arrogance, complacency, conceit, and most importantly, a lack of a big-picture perspective. And the situation on the field also confirms this, compared to Andre alone, who can suppress the spirit of the war between the two sides. The eighth-order Andre behaved like a clown.

In war, women and children should never be prioritized, kept away or waited until the end of the campaign to deal with them. You may have enough compassion and a reasonable outlook, but you can't guarantee that your enemies will have the same.

When you are reduced by a group of burdens, and when you lose a victory, you will find that you can't protect anyone. If no one refuses to give up, no one can be protected, and sometimes sacrifices must be made.

Andrey and Soko undoubtedly made such a mistake, they did not organize their own defense line and unite their fighting forces, and put too much effort into the cumbersome body. Except for the cloak, which was neither male nor female, was doing the right thing, the other two were acting in complete death.

And when Frankenstein's army, charging like a tyrannosaurus, rushed into the scattered formation, even Frank couldn't bear to see what happened next.

It was like a fat bison rushing into a tomato warehouse, red juice all over the place, and white foam shards. Frank was glad he hadn't given these guys a feeding function, otherwise he didn't know if he would have been able to eat safely in the future.

The scene is impossible to look at, and the temple that has lost its organizer and leader is like an egg thrown off a cliff, smashed to pieces.