Asa threw his knife back and screamed, instinctively covering his head with all his might, as if two knives and three hammers were stabbing and stabbing and slamming indiscriminately, and he had to rely on his hands to ensure that his head would not explode at once.

Bishop Esquire opened his mouth at the same time, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

The urgency of this mouthful of blood should hardly be described in a mouthful, but in a bowl, a large beer mug or a basin. It's not like an old man coughing up blood after being stabbed, but like a strong man with a big belly who has just drunk enough blood and then has been hit on the stomach and vomited. The beard and the white bishop's uniform were immediately all red, and his face was already snow-white.

The lobes of the lungs have been pierced by a knife, and mental magic is not suitable for attacking below, he has to convert the magic power that controls the mind into an impact, and this time he is trying to shoot with all his strength, if it weren't for his deep demon **, mental magic is what he is good at, but this magic backlash can already kill him.

But that's not why he squirted such a mouthful of blood. Most of this blood was forced out of his body by himself.

Light mages of his level are almost completely different from ordinary mages, even if their bodies are still weak and weak, but if you talk about the tenacity of life force and resistance to damage, even strong warriors may not be able to compare with them. As long as it is not an instant fatal damage that cannot be recovered, it can be suppressed with the vast white magic in the body, and then slowly healed.

Although the bloodsucking effect of necromantic magic attached to this knife is enough to deal with one of the strongest Beamon Behemoths. But it was nothing for a top-tier white mage who was already familiar with necromancy, at least not immediately deadly. As long as he suppressed the necromancy and darkness in it with all his white magic, he could even pull the knife out by himself with the help of a priest.

It's a pity that the current situation can't make him go to someone for slow treatment. Only a little slower than Asa, another slender figure followed him into the room. Although the sword light brought by this figure was not as magnificent as the sword light of Asa before, it was silent and sharp, like a needle hidden in the wind and rain that broke into the ground. And it's an absolutely deadly needle, with a blue glow on it that is a deadly label.

Esquire's mouthful of blood spurted to the ground from the figure that rushed in, and after the blood left his mouth, it became a large mixture of blood mist and blood rain, sealing a large area in front of this person.

This person is naturally Jessica, who has been lurking with Asa all along. In fact, she got a hint from Asa and should get up and break through the window with Asa. If he could indeed do this, the cardinal would have died long ago even if he had one more talisman shield.

But to Asa's surprise. The murderous aura and momentum that surged out of the window at the moment he broke the window not only forced the window to smash, but even Jessica, who was supposed to break in at the same time as him, was blocked and subconsciously gave way, which led to the deviation of the two shots.

If you want to fight below, Esquil is definitely a terrible enemy, so as soon as Asa strikes, he bursts out all his murderous energy and power in one go. Motionless as a mountain, silent as a forest. Once you shoot, you have to go all out to make sure that you can kill with one hit. That's the trick to assassination. But he forgot that the terrifying thing about this opponent was only his magic, and in terms of body, he was just an old man in his last years, and he only needed the word 'fast' to make a move. The earth-shattering murderous aura and power of the mountain splitting rocks had the opposite effect.

Jessica, who was a little slower, met the ground with a large mouthful of blood spurted out by Esquire. But instead of hesitating or slowing down, she rushed faster. She knew that it was a perfect time, and it might be the only time, that the Templars and guards were not far away, and that the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning was loud but it was impossible for the skilled warriors not to notice the sound and screams of the broken windows. So she didn't slow down the slightest blow to Lily, and it was faster and harder. Even if there was a deadly magical curse in this blood mist, she would send the short sword in her hand into the cardinal's throat.

The body rushed through the blood mist without hindrance, and Jessica was also a little surprised for a moment, this is a simple mouthful of blood, and it does not contain any magic to play any role in protecting the obstacle. But then came the cardinal's hoarse roar of incomparable pain: "Certain." ”

Jessica's figure froze forward like an arrow, and then fell like a puppet.

Eschel's feet went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. Even if his body was already very good compared to the old man of the same age, and he was well maintained, it was unbearable to suddenly spurt out a quarter of the blood in his body. But this is the only way, only by using the power of blood rush to temporarily ease the knife's sucking of blood and essence. He was able to draw a portion of his mana to cast the spell.

Although the cardinal had almost given up his life in order to use this magic that he usually wielded freely, he now had a relieved look on his pale face. Talis and the guards could definitely hear the anomaly here, no matter where they were in the church. It won't take more than half a minute to get there.

It's just that these tens of seconds are all fought back by himself with his life. This method of resisting this deadly blood-sucking weapon by relying on the instantaneous loss of a large amount of blood is not found in any magician spell casting allusions, but he himself came up with a method based on his deep understanding of white magic and necromancy, as well as the decision and judgment of life and death in the moment.

Although the failure of this assassination was due to the assassin's own small mistakes, I have to admit that the biggest reason is the strength of the cardinal himself.

By this time, Asa was already rolling on the ground and screaming. While rolling and screaming, white magic light continued to light up in his hands, which was the purification light of white magic. Although because of meditation, he was unable to practice other types of magic in the high school. But the most basic white magic, purification and healing, was used in his hands no less than that of the pastor of the church. It's just that the white magic that was originally for other curses and magical effects, such as ice water and fire, had no effect on the severe pain that had spread throughout the body.

Esquire was amazed that this man could still use magic. At such a close distance, he was unguarded by this mental shock, and even Lancelot could never have protected his sobriety.

But even if this kid was able to use magic, Acel didn't panic at all. This mental shock is the essence of almost all of his mind magic, and the way mind magic works is completely different from the magic of other systems, and the dispel of white magic is almost ineffective. Not to mention this kid's half-baked white magic, even if His Majesty the Pope is there in person, it is not so easy to lift.

The most important thing is that although all this magic power has been sent into Asa's body, it is still subtly connected to the cardinal's own consciousness. Esquil chanted the incantation, his eyes locked on Assa, who was rolling on the ground like a fish thrown on a soldering iron.

Asa didn't know any of this, the only thing he knew was that he was crazy.

All can feel the pain. Itching, uncomfortable, nauseous nerves and sensations are all working together, and all kinds of hallucinations are constantly generated in the mind, and they catalyze each other, and hallucinations and pain guide each other and catalyze each other, occupying almost all of the consciousness. All thoughts, all feelings, are like a swarm of rats drenched in boiling water, crazy and chaotic in their consciousness. He felt like he was almost breathing with his stomach, listening with his nose, and seeing with his ears, and was about to bite his throat with his eyes, eat it into his thumb, and then digest it through his bones, and turn it into a mass of flesh spurting out from the top of his head......

But he was still able to 'think' that he was crazy. That means he's not crazy yet. The most central point of his mind is still clear, and he tries to muster all the forces in his body that he can use to dispel the magic in his head.

When the fourth purification failed, he seemed to hear a strange murmur. The already frantic consciousness immediately began to go even more frenzied. That clear spot was almost overwhelmed by crazy thoughts, and he could even predict that his first reaction after going crazy was to bite off his hand and turn around to peel off Jessica Yabin who was stiff on the ground and the crazy little girl, ravage, scratch, and enter. Shredded, swallowed......

In his sea of consciousness, he could almost see that he was sinking into a blood-red mad ** quagmire, falling...... The ground above your head, the sky under your feet, all you can see and feel is that piece of flesh and blood, blurred upside down, blurred flesh and blood...... Killing, violence, death, flesh, viscera, **, flesh and blood violence death viscera killing...

Just as he was about to sink completely, he finally gathered all his strength and found a powerful fulcrum, and he finally extended that little bit of clarity to all consciousness with the help of dark meditation. Although he still couldn't dispel the mental magic that was so closely connected to the cardinal's consciousness, he was finally able to break free from the illusion of consciousness and regain the sense of his body.

Asa let out a loud cry, this time it wasn't just his hands but his whole body, and the white light was no longer the crystal haze of magic, but another more intense and powerful light.

With his body shaking a few times in this loud shout, Asa finally let go of his hands covering his head. He jumped to his feet and glared at Esquire, his eyes blood-red. Not only his eyes, but also his nose, the corners of his mouth, and even his ears were all bleeding blood, if he wasn't still standing, it would be a fresh corpse that had just been beaten from behind with a stick from the back.

A look of surprise appeared on Esquire's face, and he felt that the magic he had sent into his opponent's body had not been dispelled, but it had been surrounded, and he could no longer do whatever he wanted in his consciousness.

Asa looked at the cardinal. The opponent was now standing against the wall, his face as pale as paper, his body was covered in blood, and his eyes were dull. Such a dying old man, but it almost made him worse than a dog. He sprang off to the ground and threw punches with all his might.

Bump. The bones crumbled in the muscles, and the sound sounded like a handful of fried beans crushed through a cloth bag.

Asa could feel the muscles and bones of his left arm immediately mingle with his punch, and he was more surprised than the pain, and he couldn't understand why the punch that was supposed to turn the cardinal's head into a pulp of flesh had landed on his three arms. If it weren't for the fact that he had put away some of his fighting energy in a blur, I am afraid that this punch would have made his left hand fly out.

The footsteps and shouts of Talis and the guards were already faintly reversible. Asa was shocked and chilled.

If you want to escape, this is your last chance. But if you want to kill, it's your last chance. Flee or kill?

Eschel was still leaning against the wall, dying, as if it only took someone to go up and poke his finger at the mortally injured old man. He made a strange gesture at this time. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Asa in the distance.

He just pointed at it from afar, and did nothing else. Although the gray eyes were no longer bright due to blood loss and injury, they did not panic and fear in the slightest, but had a kind of cat-like light.

Seeing the cardinal's eyes, an inexplicable murderous aura and anger immediately erupted in his chest. He roared. One punch out ...... Punch in. The punch slammed into his chest, and two crisp bones were immediately heard. He flew upside down and knocked down Abin, who had been half-kneeling there. The two rolled to the ground together.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Asa looked at his fist in disbelief. He was surprised not that his body did not obey the call, but that this punch was indeed the one he commanded his arm to hit hard. Just when his murderous anger was directed at the cardinal's concentrated fist and was about to vent his anger and murderous aura, the target of his consciousness suddenly became himself at that moment. Asa remembers clearly that the murderous aura he had made when he threw that punch was indeed true to his goal, and there was even a thrill of having made up his mind ten years ago to finally get what he wanted.

"Most of my mind and mana are still in your head. Do you think that with your little fighting spirit, you want to completely suppress it? Even if it can't make you crazy, it's still okay to distort your sense of aggression. Eschel coughed lightly twice, his face twitching. Although the wound just now was wrapped in all his white mana and not fatal, the pain caused by the slightest movement was still so piercing. But even so, he held out his finger and pointed at Asa on the ground, even though it was probably the only movement he could do with all his strength combined now. "Although I don't dare to use white magic anymore, I can manipulate the magic that has already been used. As long as you are hostile, angry, and murderous, I can also let you take the murderous aura out on yourself. ”

The stumbling footsteps on the stairs rang out, and the guards had arrived. One of the fastest footsteps was the sound of the Knights of the Templars' steel boots kicking against the marble surface.

"I can't believe that True Meditation would allow you to use magic even as my mind rushes in. It's a pity that it's useless for you to use magic now, and mental magic won't be dispelled. Although Esquill is still weak, that majestic face is a bit stern and a little hideous against the backdrop of bloodstains, even if it is powerless. "Don't worry. I'm not going to give you to Magnus. I'll find an opportunity to bring you back to the Valley of Diya, and I'm sure you'll be interested in dissecting you alive. ”

The footsteps had reached this floor, and now he was the only one standing in the room, and he was undoubtedly the victor. The cardinal smiled, he withdrew the finger he pointed out, he was very confident that Asa would no longer have the strength to get up, not to mention that even if he had any more attacks, he could manipulate him at the first time.

Esquill looked at Abin who was lying on the ground in a half-kneeling position, and although he was embarrassed and had a knife in his chest, he still won after all. His face and bearing returned to the solemn way he looked down on all beings. "I almost forgot about the little ant. You've heard something you shouldn't know, but don't worry, I won't give you a chance to speak. I'll tell Talis that you're here with them to assassinate me, and she can't believe it......"

Another earth-shattering thunderclap. Esquire's words stopped abruptly. The face that had just returned to its majesty and solemnity instantly stiffened and collapsed. However, it was not because of this thunder, but at the moment when he just withdrew his finger, Asa on the ground also pressed Yabin next to him with his hand, and a burst of purification light flashed. Then Abin, who had been lying on the ground like a stone sculpture, jumped up, and the light in his eyes was even brighter, more fierce, and more angry than this thunderbolt.

The sound of Taris's pure steel boots was only a dozen meters away from the door, and it was only two or three blinks of an eye for the running female knight, but the distance of this blink of an eye was the difference between heaven and hell for Estell. The cardinal's heart fell from the peak of the triumphant land to the bottomless abyss the moment he saw Abin stand up.

An old magician whose body doesn't react so well. In such a stormy environment with no other guards around, it is almost a miracle that two assassins who have been lurking for a long time and are even more extraordinary, and they can control the situation even though they are almost killed by heavy responsibilities. Esquire is indeed a magician who can be compared to the pope of the day, and decades of combat experience provide an excellent foundation for quick reaction and combat awareness in the face of danger. There may be some magicians who can outperform him in magic or spell-casting talent, but this kind of combat awareness is definitely the best in the continent, so he is almost victorious.

But almost a victory is not a real victory. It is because this victory is indeed close at hand, there is no doubt about it. He was paralyzed and forgot the first principle in battle, which was that the enemy was not dead. The battle is not over yet.

Looking at the young man who had just jumped up from the ground, his eyes, which were actually very soft and beautiful, were now full of the light of a beast, and Esquire's heart was almost dead in advance. He was willing to pay any price in exchange for his momentary paralysis, he had the absolute ability to control Asa on the ground and prevent him from making any moves. But now it's too late.

He understood that the pent-up anger and murderous intent in the heart of this young man who had been lying on the ground, only listening to his own words clarifying his identity, but could not do anything about it, might be more crazy than a mental magic 'madness'. The worst thing is that he can't use any magic now. All of the mental mana is in Asa's body, and all the white magic is used to suppress the vampire fangs on his body. If he reluctantly used a single magic spell at this time, he could be sure that he would turn into a dried corpse without anyone doing anything. And the injuries on his body would never allow him to have any physical strength to dodge and dodge.

But in this case, you have to fight anyway. Esquill also believed in his own vision, he could see that this young man was a smart man, and the meaning of a smart person is to know how not to be swayed by his own emotions, and to know how to distinguish between gains and losses. So he immediately said, "I will heal your sister, you can follow me......"

It doesn't have to be like this, the young man has to say yes, just a little delay, even in the blink of an eye. He had heard Talis's footsteps just outside the door.

The sturdy wooden door shattered in the light of the sword, and the figure of the knight of the Goddess finally appeared in the cardinal's eyes. The face that usually felt a little dull and childish was now so touching and kind, but it was also at this time that Esquill also felt a cool chill coming from his neck, and then he saw the whole world turned upside down.

He was indeed not mistaken, this young man was indeed a smart man, and a smart man would never seek the skin of a tiger. Moreover, there is no tiger who is qualified to compare with a necromancer hidden in the church.

Even smart people know that this is also the best and last opportunity to kill him. I also know that if you really want to kill such a white magician, you must use the most thorough and safest way.

Talis, who rushed into the room, saw Abin cut off the cardinal's head with a sword. The originally majestic and powerful Elasia, the noble head fell to the ground with blood stains, and the unwilling, angry, and desperate look on that face changed a little, and they were combined into the most suitable expression, which completely solidified and stiffened.