With a bang, Lancelot's figure crashed away from the orcs in front of him, shattering the magic shield that the cardinals were trying to support, until he crashed into a bull that was rushing towards the swordsman in the distance, and the whole person sank into the body of the bull, and flew sideways for more than ten meters with thousands of pounds of bull before landing and stopping.

The bull was dead, and Lancelot stood up with a body of blood, and then he spurted out another mouthful of blood. It was not ox blood, it was his blood.

He himself knew that if it weren't for the Radiant Warframe attracting the healing power of the Purdue Beings, he would have died at least five times. The power of that kick far exceeded his expectations and the bearing capacity of the Radiant Battle Armor, and the Battle Armor was constantly destroyed in the air and then repaired by the Purdue Beings, and the chest and abdomen were constantly broken and healed, and finally after the Purdue Beings were consumed, the destructive power of this kick was basically neutralized.

Maybe even Morrill in human form wouldn't be able to kick such a kick. This kick has almost exploded all the limits of the power that the ** can reach.

"Right now, I'm in the best shape. Gru pointed at Lancelot, the two of them were now hundreds of meters apart, Gru's voice was not loud, but Lancelot could hear it clearly, because he was talking to him, and he was listening.

Gru's wounds were still bleeding, and the two swords of the Templar Knight before he died were as deep as the bones, and he, like the orcs, could not borrow the healing power of Pudu sentient beings, and he had spent too much power just now. Lancelot was sure he must have been badly injured. But it can also be felt. Maybe he's really in the best shape.

**It is indeed weakening, but the spirit has been condensed to an unprecedented height, which is like a huge wave of monstrous killing without forgiveness, killing to stop killing, killing and killing momentum is gone. Even the two exuberant fighting spirits were gone, replaced by a more wonderful and deeper feeling of the soul.

Gru pointed at Lancelot, his finger hooked.

Lancelot didn't move. If it was a duel just now, he would have lost a dozen times. And he'd already seen what was going on in the teleportation array.

"Don't move. Where do you want to go?" Gru said coldly.

Lancelot, who was about to take a step, stopped. He had to stop, a cold chill piercing through his spinal cord, the killing intent and momentum that outsiders couldn't feel, but it had enveloped him all.

As long as he dared to move towards the teleportation magic array, Gru would definitely come towards him faster and more violently than him, and now that he was completely shrouded in the other party's momentum, he was already completely inferior.

"You're too weak. Gru shook his head, saying with some regret and some disgust.

"Weak?" Lancelot froze. No one had ever said that to him, and it was so natural that not even he could refute it. The person who said this had completely restrained him with his momentum alone, and he was really 'weak'.

"You've got too much on you, Paladin. Gru looked at Lancelot. He didn't pay any attention to the situation in other places, and in his eyes it was only Lancelot.

“...... Indeed it is. There's too much stuff to spare. I can't win you, I don't have to say anything. Lancelot finally let out a long sigh, he didn't look at the teleportation magic circle again, turned to look at Gru, and reached out to untie the glorious armor on his body. He picked up a long sword from the corpse of a nearby swordsman.

He lost just now because he was teaming up with someone else, and he wanted to win too much. He knew that as long as he could win against Gru, the rest of the orc troops would be much easier to deal with, and he had too many scruples, he was the only person in the Radiant Castle who had the ability to confront Gru, he was the spiritual pillar of all the warriors, and he was a paladin. So you can't die, you can't lose. He's already thinking too much.

They are competing against the pinnacle powerhouses like this, and martial arts and equipment are not the most important, even burdensome, the important thing is the spirit and soul. The competition is whose spirit is more concentrated, whose soul can burn its own power more thoroughly.

The Radiant Armor was no longer on his body, and the additional effects of Heavenly Blessing had dissipated. The pain left by the kick in his chest was no longer suppressed, and Lancelot felt it clearly. Wounded, there was nothing but a sword in his hand, he hadn't felt like this for a long time.

Lancelot suddenly remembered that when he was thirteen years old, on a dark and rainy night, covered in blood, he held a great sword and a tiger in his hand. At that time, he was also naked, and his body was already weakened to the extreme, and he also touched the deepest strength of his soul.

"I haven't felt like this in a long time...... Lancelot sheathed his sword and strode towards Gru. He has no fighting spirit, no murderous energy, and he looks like an ordinary person.

The two ogre warriors found that he had no armor and no fighting spirit, and rushed over with a roar, along with five or six werewolf warriors. These are the orcs who were originally around the teleportation magic array, and the paladins in the glorious armor can still make their last sanity scruples, but now this person suddenly dropped his armor, and without his fighting spirit and murderous aura, he is undoubtedly an unguarded piece of meat.

Lancelot was still walking towards Gru step by step, not fast, but there was no pause, the distance of each step was the same, and the strength of each step was exactly the same, not bad at all. His eyes were on Gru, not even looking at the orcs rushing at him.

Five or six werewolves suddenly let out a wail at the same time, and all of them, whether they were running, jumping, or rushing, fell to the ground like empty pockets, and after a few convulsions, they did not move. None of them had much of a scar, all of them had a small extra wound in their throat. It's just a throat injury, and these werewolves will never fall, but this wound extends to the base of the back of the neck, just splitting the medulla oblongata in two.

Lancelot's hand was still on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he didn't seem to move.

The two ogres did not stop, these two monsters had already killed red eyes, the huge mace in their hands was full of swordsman's flesh and blood, and the heavy armor on their bodies was also covered with blood, like a flesh grinder drilled out of two blood pools of hell. The armor on their bodies could withstand even an axe, and they were all wrapped in it.

With a loud bang, Lancelot drew his sword and pointed it at Gru. He didn't seem to touch the ogre, but the two huge monsters with heavy armor were touched like toys made of building blocks, and they were scattered in dozens of pieces along with the armor on their bodies, and the sky was full of blood rain, and Lancelot's whole body was bloody.

If Lancelot had always been a calm and tall mountain, now this mountain is a volcano, an active volcano that is spewing out the deepest magma and burning everything without any scruples.

All the orcs that were rushing towards him stopped and retreated. This kind of murderous aura and killing momentum is no less than that of Gru just now.

This is no longer the general of the paladin trying to defeat Oufu, just two men, male creatures full of war spirit and bloodthirsty, who want to build their lives on each other's death, and they also yearn for the feeling of fighting each other and touching their souls on the edge of life and death.

"That's right. There was a slight smile on Gru's granite face. "Come on, make me better. ”

The vicinity of the teleportation magic circle has become a pot of porridge. As soon as the white magic light curtain broke, the surrounding orcs immediately swarmed up, and although Lancelot attracted some, the power balance was still huge. Although the white magic of the cardinal sect is exquisite, there are too many orcs, and the paralysis technique has just determined the four ogres, and then the head of a cardinal was directly knocked to pieces by the werewolf meteor hammer.

If it weren't for the fact that another person happened to be teleported in the teleportation magic array, it would have been a one-sided massacre here. As soon as this person came, he was just able to ease the situation.

The person who came was Talis. As soon as the magic light curtain disappeared, she appeared from the teleportation magic array.

It's just that she naturally can't fight against so many orcs alone, but she actually brought several scrolls of elemental summoning, and after pulling them apart, several tall elemental giants appeared around. Then came a scroll of boulder scattering flowers and thunderbolts, and more than a dozen werewolves and lizardmen were suddenly covered in flesh and blood under high-level magic.

Half a woman's intuition, half a far better than the other cardinals, she didn't rush to get to the cathedral in Erathia when she heard the alarm bell, but rushed to get all the high-class scrolls in St. Peter's Basilica.

Once you have a flesh shield and a hand-to-hand guard, the power of white magic is immediately revealed. Heavenly Blessing, God's Protection, Prayer...... A large amount of high-level magic was inflicted on the bodies of several elemental giants, and these summoned creatures were able to withstand the surrounding orcs.

"Sister Aiyimei, why are you here?" Talis found Aiyimei in the teleportation magic array, and hurriedly picked it up. Aimeh was still trembling, and the howls of the orcs around her, the scene of flesh and blood still making her a little delirious, and even Talis didn't recognize it immediately.

At this time, a person finally broke through the melee area of the orcs, passed through the area caused by the original fight between Gru and Lancelot from the edge, and rushed to the teleportation magic array. As soon as he arrived, this person was casually covered with a scorching wall of fire, and more than a dozen orcs were caught in it and burned to the ground.

"Bishop Inham, you have come too well. Someone was exclaiming.

The cardinal who had just rushed in nodded, his eyes scanning the field, and then he found Aimei in Talis's arms. He was stunned, seemed to be a little surprised, and sneered in a voice that only he could hear: "It's really luck." I didn't expect it to come. ”