It was just a faint figure, and the figure of Gru rushing forward was no longer as grand and mighty as he had when he raised his hand and every move before. In the face of the magic released by the priests, he still did not dodge or dodge, but he no longer smashed these and scattered them, his forward figure paused, and then accelerated, all of these magic automatically disintegrated and dissipated before they touched his body.

A high priest did not cast a spell, but drew his sword from his waist and roared forward, his voice hoarse and savage like a beast in a desperate situation. Gru didn't pay any attention to him, but swept past him with a slight splendor, and the great priest flew out like a doll with rags of paper caught in the gale, and his body and sword in his hand were still shattered into dozens of pieces in mid-air.

Although it doesn't seem to be as powerful as before, Gru is indeed stronger, so strong that it has truly surpassed the concept of 'human'. There was no murderous aura even felt on his body.

A huge white lightsaber came from its head, and the air close to the blade was constantly accumulating and shattering, making a crackling sound. All the swordsmen who saw this sword were stunned, no matter how long they had been using the long sword or how long they had practiced swordsmanship, they all felt as if it was the first time in their lives that they realized what a sword was. This sword seems to be able to split even the sky, even the Castle of Radiance.

The Holy Light Cross Sword that the paladin condensed with all his strength was tens of meters long, just like the decapitating giant sword that was once held in the hands of the archangel, and even the coercion was similar. Under this huge weapon, the fighting spirit and momentum still rushed straight towards the vague figure in the center of the lightsaber.

There was a loud choking thud, and the white lightsaber shattered. That white lightsaber is not an entity, but it is definitely far more indestructible than the weapon of any entity, and it can even be said that even if it is a forbidden spell, it is impossible to have a stronger sword qi composed of this combination of fighting qi and magic skills. But now that the lightsaber had shattered, Gru had finally stopped.

Lancelot pointed like a sword, and this was the core of the Holy Light Cross Sword. Fingers had pierced Grudi's palm. Blood was slowly dripping down his arm. The sword was finally able to hurt him. 、

But it's just an injury, and it's not serious. Lancelot's own body was already covered with blood, and the power of this sword had exceeded the load of his body, and the sword qi injured himself in his body first.

Gru's other hand was already on Lancelot's shoulder, under this hand. No matter who you are, your body is like mud. But the hand only held Lancelot and kept him from falling. The blood was seeping out of the pores of his body. This sword did not hurt the enemy, it was injured first, and the body and strength that were already not intact were forced out of twelve points of strength, and his sword qi this time was really broken out of the body.

Lancelot's face was also covered with blood, which was all resolute, resolute and courageous countenance was irrepressibly covered by tiredness, and the paladin, the strongest warrior on the continent, was now almost fainting from the loss of strength.

It's not just physical detachment. And spiritually. Only he understood what it meant that this sword, which poured all its strength and life, only achieved this effect.

Gru glanced at his injured hand, then at Lancelot. His eyes were very strange, at this time, there was no joy of victory, not even the fighting spirit that should be, but a deep loneliness.

"From now on, where do you tell me to find an opponent?"

Gru gently let go of Lancelot, and the detached paladin sat down. Then he turned to look at Adra.

Talis, who was beside her, suddenly let out a loud shout and rushed towards Gru with her sword raised. She had been completely overwhelmed by the momentum of Lancelot and Gru, and she didn't move. There was no reaction until this time.

Gru didn't even look at her, just waiting for her to rush over. And what the result of rushing into the ground like this is, even she knows very well. Her shouting was the same as that of the priest just now, without the slightest fighting spirit and momentum, like a lamb facing a fierce tiger. Speaking out is no longer a demonstration. It's the hysterical unconscious roar of the dying hysteria, which is only instinctively struggling out of fear.

But she didn't rush to Gru's side. A figure next to him rushed up and knocked him away. Pressed to the ground and twisted her wrist, and completely subdued her in one fell swoop. After two frenzied struggles, Talis let out a long sigh and then relented completely, looked at Asa who was pressing her and said, "Kill me." ”

Her voice was full of the powerlessness of despair, but more of it was strangely light. She only glanced at Asa and turned her head away, no longer looking at him.

Asa sighed softly and let go of her to her feet. Just by looking at the voice and the look in his eyes, he knew that she was powerless to do anything more.

At this time, the swordsmen around the square rushed here as if they had just woken up from a dream. Even the orcs who were close at hand ignored it.

"Everybody don't move. ”

A voice shouted. The voice was not too powerful, but there was a kind of majesty in it, which was not something that anyone could deliberately imitate, and only a true leader could have a kind of deterrent to the rest, even in such a situation, which made the swordsmen subconsciously stand still. Then they also came to their senses that rushing forward at this time had no effect.

It was Adela who made this loud shout. He didn't run away, he didn't attack indiscriminately, he was the only one of them who could not be completely shocked by his momentum and courage after seeing Gru.

Gru raised his hand as well, and all the orcs stopped. He didn't even have to speak, all the orc's consciousness was completely controlled by him.

"What the hell are you?" Adela muttered as she looked at Gru.

"What are you? It's not your body. Gru looked at Adela as well. His dark eyes were no longer the black pools that could swallow everything, but a calm sea. The grandeur is boundless, and some vague waves of light flicker on it.

"I am the Pope of the day, Gwen Magnus. Adela replied. He didn't hide it anymore, and any cover-up in the face of such an opponent was meaningless. "The first thing I want to tell you is that Cedros' death has nothing to do with the Castle of Radiance, it is the hand of Aegrenel. If you're trying to avenge Cydros, go find her. The kid over there knows her whereabouts. ”

"Oh?" Gru glanced at Asa. However, the look of surprise in his eyes flashed, and he didn't react too much, still looking at Adela. "But that's for later. ”

"I understand. I'll go with you to make sure these orcs get back to the Savage Highlands safely. ”

"And that's not all...... I want that ring from your hand. Gru gestured to the King's Ring in Adela's hand.

Adela hesitated. Answer: "This is a treasure handed down by His Majesty the Pope in the previous generation, and it ...... This thing has run out of power and can't threaten any of you anymore. You should be able to tell. ”

"I know. I can see that. But I still want to. Gru said lightly.

"Okay, I see. Adela sighed softly and removed the Ring of Kings from her hand.

In the Hall of Light, around the square, there are thousands of orcs and humans, but now none of these thousands of people can move and dare to move. Everyone was under the auspices of that one.

"And ......," Gru set his eyes on the Hall of Light behind Adela. His eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he could see something inside through the outer walls of the main hall. "What's in there?"

Adela was stunned: "There's ...... in there"

Gru's eyes hadn't been withdrawn since they had been there, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, but there was a bit of a confused look, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about memories while watching, trying to grasp something vague and hazy from the depths of his mind. Then he shook his body suddenly, and turned to look at another place, this time his eyes were pure sharp and fierce, like two swords that had melted into the air.

"Who?" Axingla reacted at the same time, looking in the direction Gru was looking. Not only the two of them, but Asa and Lancelot also looked there at the same time.

In the middle of the group of swordsmen and priests closest to here, a gray-robed figure was waving gestures and muttering muttered muttered indistinct words. Although everyone here in the Hall of Light was looking at him, they couldn't see who he was, although he was facing away from the Hall of Light, facing the many swordsmen and priests in front of the square, it seemed as if he was giving a speech in front of the swordsmen.

But the voice was by no means the sound of a speech, but the sound of a deliberately suppressed chanting of a mantra, and the man's hands were waving faster and faster, and they had become an afterimage. As strange and strange waves of magic began to emanate, everyone could tell that the man was preparing a large and complex magic. It's just that no one can see what kind of magic this is, and no one understands why this person is preparing in this way in this place.

The larger the spell, the longer it takes to prepare, the easier it is to be interrupted, and the greater the backlash after being interrupted by someone to cast a spell, which can be almost fatal. Preparing magic in such an environment and in such a sensitive atmosphere seems to be no different from looking for death.

The swordsmen and priests who were facing this man looked at him, although there was confusion on their faces, but they were not too surprised, there was no doubt that they all knew this person, but they didn't understand what he was doing.