Just as Leslie was about to activate the offensive auxiliary array, Feng Xifan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp look like lightning flashed, which made Bishop Leslie startled, thinking that the old swordsman wanted to burst out, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

After a few steps back, Bishop Leslie came back to his senses and immediately realized that something was wrong, and his intuition told him that there was someone behind him. Frightened, Leslie hurriedly activated the magic stored in the magic ring in his hand, and a ball of light exploded from Leslie's side with a bright light, this is a light technique, although there is no direct lethality, but the strong light will also cause some interference to the enemy at a critical moment.

As the light burst open, Leslie turned around as if he was facing a great enemy, and was shocked to find that the burly man in the robe who had been following King Pritz had appeared behind him at some point. Fortunately, he was alert, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss today, Bishop Leslie was glad in his heart.

The name of this burly man seems to be ...... Immorton, yes, that's the name, Bishop Leslie thought to himself, and at the same time kept looking Immorton up and down. He was as burly as a warrior or a barbarian, but he liked to wear a robe, and his nondescript appearance was quite eccentric, but Leslie did not take it lightly.

When he was in the underground vault of the church, Leslie had seen the dark archon who had been killed, and the other party's dark divine power was probably no less than his own, but it was said that he died under the knife of the Immorton in front of him. Although the Church of Light's magic is more defensive, Leslie is reluctant to engage a warrior or barbarian at close range, which is too risky and not in keeping with her status as a white cardinal.

Steady, steady, just hold him steady for a moment, and the ascetics who received the light technique alarm will come, and they must not be excited. Bishop Leslie kept inhaling, trying to calm his breathing.

Seeing Leslie's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, Immorton's face showed a trace of evil and unknown smile, he didn't pay attention to Leslie, but said to Feng Xifan in the light barrier: "Master Feng, it seems that your interest is not bad, you actually ran so far away to play with these guys, I don't know how worried the master is about you, and he specially sent me out to find you!"

Hearing Immorton's words, a faint smile appeared on Feng Xifan's tense old face, and Leo's concern made his heart feel warm immediately.

"Hey, it's hard work, but you still have to be careful, these guys from the Church of Light have a lot of weird moves. Feng Xifan's tone was like ice melting, and it was obviously much softer.

Immorton nodded lightly to Feng Xifan, and then turned his gaze to the nervous Bishop Leslie on the side. To say that this Leslie whitecoat is usually above a few people in the church, and he has always been ruthless in missions or cleaning up heretics, plus he is cunning and good at figuring out St. Paul's mind, so he will be promoted all the way to become a whitecloth.

It was such an outstanding church figure, under the gaze of Immorton's eyes as sharp as a goshawk, that he actually gave birth to a feeling of being targeted by a beast, and that feeling of fear, helplessness, and despair was constantly intertwined. Large beads of sweat continued to seep from Leslie's forehead and temples, but Leslie didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, for fear that the slightest action would make the current situation worse.

According to the magic martial arts system of the Alpha Continent, magicians undoubtedly have ultra-high damage, ultra-high explosive power and ultra-long-range strategic force, but everything in the world is also fair, and while they have strong force, magicians also have many weaknesses, such as weak physical strength, slow movement, poor endurance and limited mana endurance, etc.

Even though the mages of the past generations have made up for it, each magic school has a variety of auxiliary magics such as acceleration and defense, but it has always been out of a disadvantage when it comes to close face to face with traditional combat forces such as knights and warriors of the same level. Long-range killers and close-range sandbags have become synonymous with magicians, and have also become the first knowledge that all knights and warriors come into contact with when they are trained.

Although the clergy of the Church of Light are good at defense, healing and other divine techniques, Bishop Leslie still does not dare to bet on whether his divine skills can block the opponent's blade. Look at the scimitar that Immorton has held in his hand, the snowy blade constantly reflects the cold light, the big hand holding the knife is strong and powerful, look at the knotted muscles on Immorton's arm, it is obvious that the other party is extremely good at knife skills.

With one hand behind his back and constantly pinching the magic gesture, secretly preparing himself for a defensive magic technique, the muscles on Leslie's face twitched and leaked a reluctant smile, and he tried his best to make a kind appearance and said to Immorton: "You are Lord Immorton next to King Pritz, I have seen your powerful force in the Cathedral of Light before, and even the Dark Archon is not your opponent." A powerful warrior like you should have a better future for development, enjoy higher power, and be admired by all the warriors of the continent. ”

Immorton glared at Leslie coldly, he didn't take this handsome guy in his eyes at all, even if he knew that the other party was the white cardinal of the Church of Light, it was estimated that he was only on the throne with a small white face and a clever mouth.

Ignored indifferently by Immorton, this humiliation suddenly made Leslie blush. In his more than twenty years of life, no one would ignore him like this, enjoying the amazement, envy, and reverence of others, Leslie never thought that someone would ignore him, and the intense anger made Leslie's left hand on his back tremble, disrupting the gesture just now, and even clenched it tightly into a fist, eager to swing a punch at Immorton's huge hooked nose.

Leslie's reaction is not important at all in Immorton's eyes, it is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and the most important thing now is to save Feng Xifan.

Unlike Feng Xifan, who concentrates on swordsmanship and internal strength, Immorton is a pharaoh priest, not only is his body strong and his strength is outstanding, but he is also proficient in the Golden Sutra of the Sun and the Black Sutra of Death, and he also has a certain understanding of the magic circle of the Church of Light.

Striding forward, carefully sensing the operation of the Light Barrier Circle and the Holy Light Circle next to him, Immorton waved his left hand without holding the knife, and an extremely obvious black gas shot out from his sleeve, accurately landing on the node where the Holy Light Array and the Light Barrier Circle were linked.