Asa didn't move, watching as the two Templars listened silently to the noise outside the window and in the hallway. It seems better to take a breather than to rush out. He lightly touched the bracer on his hand, and his body was immediately enveloped in a green light.

The Bracer had been picked up from the wreckage of a group of adventurers when he was in the Sandface Mountains, and at the time he had only judged the extraordinary value of the item from the magic fluctuations on it, but it wasn't until he asked Sedlos that he knew it was a top-notch magic item. The bracers are lined with high-level magic items, including magic jade, and are lined up with an intricate magic array, which can store two magic spells and cast them instantly when needed. Although it is generally not possible to store offensive mana due to its difficulty in manipulating, it is still possible to support or heal mana.

However, Asa had never used it, partly because he had never been used to using these magical items, and secondly because he really didn't know what magic to instill. He and Sedlos are the only two people in the whole of Orfo who can use magic, and neither of them is very skilled in healing and supporting, so this time in the Tulaone Forest, he asked Elder Lloyd to store the restoration technique in the two natural magics.

Now it seems that this decision was a wise one. Natural magic is more effective at restoring ** wounds than white magic, especially since these two spells are used by Elder Lloyd holding the leaves of the World Tree. The endless mana emana emanated from the bracer and spread throughout the body in an instant. The broken bone in his chest slowly healed, and although the arm that was almost broken by his own punch could not be fully recovered, the heart-piercing pain had been greatly relieved. At least it doesn't interfere with the movement of the body anymore.

Asa still didn't move. Neither of these aged Templars would be his opponents, but that didn't mean he could easily break through from their sidelines. This kind of veteran who has been rolling on the battlefield all his life, even if his combat effectiveness is poor. But the gap in experience and judgment is definitely the toughest opponent to deal with. He didn't panic, the magical thorns in the room were still growing, and depending on where the three of them were standing and the trend of the thorns growing, it would take almost two or three seconds for two or two Templars to be touched by these thorns first. Whether the two of them back down or swing their swords and slash, that's his chance.

But at this very moment. The thorn swarm that was about to fill the entire room quickly withered, disappearing almost as fast as it appeared, and then the doorway that was originally covered was exposed, and I don't know when the door was already full of priests, and the purification technique used by more than a dozen priests to dispel these magical thorns alive.

The noise outside the window was getting louder and louder, and you could already hear the neat steps of the formations mixed with the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The experience and judgment of these two old Templars were indeed extremely sophisticated, and the quality of these church guards was indeed extraordinary, and they were set up outside the window so quickly. The space between this room and the corridor is too small, and the people gathered here are all masters, and although the guards gathered outside the window are not first-class, they know that there are no less than a hundred people just by listening to the sound. If you dare to jump straight down. That's no different from hitting a sword directly.

Talis was right in front of the priests at the door, her steel sword in hand. The glorious armor on her body had long been wrapped in the white light of the Heavenly Blessing, and the originally heroic phoenix eyes looked at Asa was already bloodshot, and the distortion of the muscles on her face made her look a little hideous. She undoubtedly blamed Asa for everything that happened here. It's not just him, in fact, everyone's eyes are eager to bite off a piece of Asa's flesh with just their eyes.

It's just that such eyes are not afraid of people, what is afraid of people is that they can maintain at least the calmness and coordination of their actions, without the slightest impulse, and everything is done in the most reasonable way to narrow the encirclement step by step.

All of this was undoubtedly the arrangement and command of the two old Templars, who did not have the slightest expression on their faces, and did not even glance at the corpse of Esquire on the ground, all of their spirits were already focused on Assa. Because they all know what kind of opponent they are facing.

Asa smiled bitterly. Some regret that they didn't wear a mask. It's just that with his face, which everyone is already familiar with, everyone who sees it is shocked and frightened, and therefore all of them are extremely guarded and dare not relax in the slightest.

The dozen or so priests outside Asa's guard felt nothing but headaches. Even if only half of them could use attack spells such as Light Archery and Diamond Mirror Light, or if only one of them could use paralysis, even if they needed to chant a half-day prayer and make a half-day gesture to use one, it would be enough for the two old Templars to catch them without any suspense. Moreover, no matter how his own not profound necromancy is used, the purification and magic breaking spells of these vigilant priests will immediately be poured over like ice water on their heads.

Since they can hold the priesthood in St. Peter's Basilica, the largest in Erathia, the standard of these priests is not bad. Moreover, the priests of Erathia have the best combat experience in religious countries, and these are all white magicians who have rolled on the battlefield, and their comprehensive combat power may be higher than that of the cardinal encountered in the forests of Turalea. Not as skilled as Cedros's spell-casting art, and having a head-to-head magical wrestling with so many priests, Asa himself knew that it was hopeless.

Not to mention Talis. Asa had to admit that even if she was alone, she would definitely have a hard time dealing with it now with injuries and empty hands, and the knife was on Esquire's corpse not far away, but he didn't dare to pick it up, and the people around him would never give him this opportunity and leisure.

The priests chanted, and a constant light of white magic lit up over the two Templars and Talis.

Asa knew he couldn't wait any longer. If these priests are allowed to cast all the magic they have prepared, what will follow is definitely a sea of attacks that are perfectly coordinated.

Now it must be moved. But how do you move? Where do you move? Will these people around him make him move? But if he doesn't move, wait until the other person moves first, and then it's too late for him to want to move.

Outside the window at the same time, there was another thunderous explosion. Everyone present felt their diaphragm twitching. His skin was shaking, and even his mind was swayed by the sound. But not thunder, but the roar of Asa, which arose with the thunder.

"Well, you forced me. Go to hell. ”

White Dou Qi light and black magic fluctuations surged out from around Asa's body like angry waves, filling every inch of the room in an instant.

Talis, two Templars, priests outside the door. Everyone's eyes were shrinking, whether it was the visible fighting spirit or the magic fluctuations that could actually overflow the body, it was a realm that only one of the top warriors or great magicians in ten thousand could achieve. And now, this young man, who looks like he is only in his early twenties, can make such a noise.

It's not just the momentum, it's the momentum. Everyone's exposed skin unconsciously got goosebumps, this is murderous, and it is a beast-like murderous aura, so violent that if you kill, you will kill, and you will kill to stop killing.

The most important thing is that everyone has been shocked from the first time they saw this person. Lord Esquill was already in a different place, and they didn't panic in the bad news that should have driven them crazy. Some of them are because of their spiritual cultivation and combat qualities, but the most important thing is that their spirit has already been taken away by the person in front of them, who is the most wanted criminal on the mainland who has assassinated Bishop Ronis and Duke Mrak. The most prestigious assassin, the most vicious assassin, and the diabolical legend in the dark.

Therefore, when they saw this incomparable momentum and momentum again, their hearts instantly tensed to the limit, as if facing a volcano that was about to erupt, and it was about to hit their faces with a hurricane and tsunami.

"Everyone, be careful, this guy is going to fight hard. Talis shouted, and the Holy Guardian Shield in her hand was activated. It was absolutely unprecedented for a Templar to turn on what was supposed to be a last resort to save his life when facing an enemy.

The two Templars bowed back slightly, their swords in front of them. The chanting continued, and the priests' various protective spells lit up on their bodies in an instant, and two or three priests worked together to prepare a magic spell. From this time, these pastors were unfazed and behaved moderately. It can be seen that the combat experience and psychological quality are extraordinary.

Asa raised his fist, the light of the fighting spirit shining on it. Everyone's eyes converge on this fist. He threw a punch.

The punch didn't hit anyone, but the ground under his feet, or the floor. There was a dull thud, and the floor shattered beneath Asa's feet. and his men fell.

The floors were the strongest, finest nanmu that had been specially treated and built with the same hardness and strength as rocks except for their weight, but with this punch they shattered like crackers, and only a small piece of them shattered at Asa's feet, and there was not the slightest crack in the rest of the room, and the rest of the room did not even feel the vibration.

Talis and the priests outside the door were stunned, they couldn't understand for a moment how this supposed earth-shattering counterattack could have come to such a result, and it wasn't until the next moment that they realized what was going on.

The two Templars were the first to react, and they only stayed for a moment, then lunged together at the cracked hole almost at the same time. But just as they pounced, dark green fireballs burst into the hole. The heavy stench of corpses instantly permeated everyone's noses.

"Be careful. Talis's voice turned into a scream like a normal woman in terror. She remembered very well how such a fireball in the forest of Tula Leone had nearly wiped them out.

The speed of the fireball was quite fast, and the reflexes and skills of the two old Templars were still as agile as the young ones, and they did not crash into this strange fireball. And it seemed that the two men had just seen the strange fireball and sprang out of the window like two frightened rabbits.

The fireball was noticeably smaller than it had been in Turalleon, and the mana in it was nowhere near as thick and viscous, and it continued to fly upwards and hit the ceiling before exploding. The explosion wasn't violent, but the corrosive flames of poison were still pouring into every corner of the room.

The spell-breaking spell prepared by the priests just now was also cast at the same time as the fireball exploded, and the white holy light wiped out most of the blue-green flames that had just exploded like hot water splashed on the ice and snow, although the remaining flames were still very lethal, but Talis was standing at the door, and the holy shield in her hand covered herself and the priests behind her.

The remaining blue-green flames burned the rest of the room, sizzling and blue-green mist like red-hot iron poured on ice, and even the corpse of Bishop Eschel on the ground melted into a shapeless mass of slag in the flames.

The priests' purification spells were cast incessantly in the room that had almost decayed in the blink of an eye. Talis toasted away her Holy Guardian Shield and jumped through the hole in the floor, but there was no figure below.

The bell tower of the cathedral began to ring its bells. The loud and hasty sound of the bell spread throughout the royal city in the wind and rain. It was at this moment that a figure staggered out of the cathedral door, fell into the rain, and then immediately struggled to his feet, staggering in the wind and rain but running out as fast as he could.

The bell rang behind him, and Asa knew vaguely that he had indeed run out of the cathedral, and he could only run as far away from the cathedral as he could, as far away from the cathedral as he could. He didn't have time to think about the route or how to escape, and all he could think about was to keep himself from crashing into the wall. He felt no better than a blind fly now.

Using meditation to force out all the fighting energy and magic power that was not so abundant in one breath, the momentum is certainly amazing, but at the same time, the body can't bear it. It was only with a single punch that he could punch through the floor, and then he made up a fireball upwards, which had almost exhausted all of his fighting energy and magic power.

Esquire's room was just below a side hall of the cathedral, and almost all the people in the church were already concentrated on the upper floor and under the windows behind the church, but there was no one in front of them, and Asa threw the fireball and immediately turned and ran towards the door of the church.

Just as he ran out of the cathedral door, he suddenly felt something explode in his head, and all his consciousness was shaken into confusion by the explosion. The last bit of clear consciousness he knew was the magic that Eschel had left in his head.