Mana is just as important to a mage as it is to life, especially in battle, and without mana it is like a fish on a board. All magicians should think carefully and carefully when using magic, make sure that they get the most out of their magic, and unless it is an extreme situation, they will never use their magic power in a single attack.

The magic attack just now by Cedros was indeed brilliant and complex, and they cooperated with each other seamlessly, and he actually relied on his incredible instantaneous and magic control skills to use a series of medium and low-level magic to make the three Templars who were immune to medium and low-level magic so high that it could almost be said that they were immune to medium and low magic and dragged their footsteps. This is almost the ultimate in what a magician can achieve.

But no one could have imagined that the purpose of this artistic spell casting, which consumed all the mana, was not to delay, but to foreshadow. It's just a prelude and preparation for these four little things. Each step was interlinked, and none of the magic was not so clever that it pulled the three Templars into the trap one step at a time. Without the wall of fire, they would never have stepped on the quicksand, nor would they have been able to dodge the three thunderbolts of ice when they jumped out of the wall of fire.

The Radiant Armor's magic resistance is mixed with the Templar Knight's fighting energy, and it can only deal damage unless it is a very advanced attack magic or a large spell, but no matter what the Great Spell takes, and such a close distance, not to mention the long chant of the Great Spell, just a sneeze is enough to die a hundred times. And with the skills of three people, it is not to say magic, even the oncoming strong bow and hard crossbow can be easily dodged.

But when he had just jumped out of the quicksand flames, and his body had not been adjusted in the first place, and then he was blocked by three pieces of thunderbolt ice, this situation was completely different. Christine and Adric are one in front of each other, and Lancelot is two. What's more, the effect of Thunderbolt Ice is not just to block, Lancelot and Christine have already swung a sword, and Adric has even been directly frozen, although the time that can make him stiff is only half a blink of an eye, but this half a blink is enough.

The thunderbolt was enough to blow an iron statue to pieces. Although the Templar in the Radiant Warframe was far stronger than an iron statue, it was still mortally injured if not killed under this magic. At this time, the Holy Guardian can certainly block the magic, but the concussion from the explosion will also throw people far away, and the opportunity to deal with Gru is fleeting.

So only Adric unleashed the Holy Guardian Shield on the Radiant Warframe, a huge white magic shield that blocked his entire body behind him. And the silver light giant sword in Christine's hand suddenly became bright, and he swung his sword to slash at the thundering bomb in front of him while moving his body.

The magic spell of the magician is not an apple and watermelon, which can be slashed with a sword at will. The slightest exertion of external force will cause the violent magic elements in it to deviate, and then explode and have an effect. Only when the fighting energy, speed, strength, and balance on the sword are mastered to the point of perfection, can it be cut without the magic fluctuations in it having an effect. Destroy, and there are only three people in the continent who can really use their swords to cut magic in battle.

It takes a lot of energy and fighting energy to swing such a sword, and Christine may not be one of the three. But after he cut through the thunderbolt ice, he didn't seem to pause or hesitate. He swung his sword again. The silver light flowing on his Iron Feather Sword was full of neutral and peaceful white magic mixed with electric magic, and it was the best of magic weapons, and it could almost be said to be the most suitable weapon for resisting and destroying magic.

Lancelot's sword wasn't such a magic weapon, but he was definitely one of the three, and maybe the tallest, so he only had a solemn face in the face of two thunderbolts, and then the same sword slashed.

But Cedros clearly knows this, too. Since he dared to risk using all his magic power as a foreshadowing, and also lost a high-grade magic staff, then he would definitely do his best. To be killed, to be killed, to die. If it's just a delay, he may use other methods that are easier and more handsome. But now he and Gru are at an absolute disadvantage, and he must take the risk and kill.

Although his body was already exhausted from the exhaustion of his mana, Cedros still threw down his ruined wand as quickly as he could, and took out a scroll from his bosom and unfolded it. A bolt of lightning the size of a bucket slashed out from his hand.

This is no ordinary lightning magic, it's a chain of lightning that is as advanced as a thunderbolt. Cedros' target was also any of the three, but a puff of water and mist around them. It was created by the collision between the thunderbolt ice split by the Templar Knights and the burning wall of fire behind them, and the magic of ice and fire produced many water droplets, and the fog was so thick that it almost soaked the three of them in water.

This is the last and most unexpected and dangerous step in the foreshadowing.

Bucket-thick lightning struck the rain and mist, and countless sounds and currents converged, and the sound of chopping and thudging was deafening at the same time. A sea of tiny bolts of lightning completely covered the bodies of the three Templars.

The scattered chain lightning is not too powerful, but it is pervasive and unstoppable. Adric and Christine could feel the paralysis and tingling sensation digging through their ears, nose, mouth, and every pore exposed outside their bodies, dancing through every nerve and every vessel, and the first muscle fiber.

While this doesn't do much physical harm to them, the paralysis and pain are enough.

Christine's movements were out of shape in an instant, and the iron feather sword that slashed out was also crooked. Although this sword is very suitable for dealing with magic, it is only suitable, and it is not something that can be touched no matter how you want.

The Holy Guardian Shield in front of Adric also disappeared. This had to be controlled by the Templar himself, and if he had attached the Holy Guardian to the surface of his body, the lightning would not have hurt him this time, but unfortunately he had condensed it into a shield to fend off the thunderbolts in front of him.

But the expected explosion of the thunderstorm did not happen, because of Lancelot.

At the same time as Cedros used the scroll, the white light on Lancelot's body suddenly exploded. Only he had the enough reaction to use the Holy Guardian at this critical moment. The white light covering the whole body was like a solid embankment, and it remained immovable despite the crazy impact of countless golden snakes around it. At the same time, Lancelot's figure accelerated sharply, turned, and flew towards Adric and Christine.

Prior to that, Lancelot's speed. It doesn't seem to be much different from the other two. But this sudden acceleration changed to his figure, and immediately turned into a white afterimage, which was able to avoid the two thunderballs that immediately hit him.

There is also a sequence when Cedros fires thunderbolts. He fired two at Lancelot first, and then at Adric and Christine, so the thunderballs in front of them were a little slower.

The white figure galloped through the sea of golden lightning, and instantly pulled out a white band of light like a thick ink on a canvas full of gold.

The white light with a little humanoid afterimage in the middle instantly passed in front of Adric and Christine. The sea of electric light mutated by the chain lightning had subsided, and the blank space in the middle witnessed the swiftness of the figure just now. The same is true of the ground, where the white figure swept through the dirt, leaving a deep trench.

The shattered orbs of thunder dissipated into the air as simple magical elements, and some of them crashed into the Templars due to inertia. The white glow had been restored to Lancelot's figure not far from Adric.

Abruptly stopped. Lancelot put away his sword, the white light on his body dissipated, and his face was full of tiredness.

The two thunderbolts that didn't hit Lancelot continued to fly backwards, and behind the wall of fire behind Lancelot was the Cardinal.

By this time, Adela had just withdrawn her gaze from the injured Talis and Javi, and had woken up from an arrow thrown by Gru's earth-shattering hand. His combat experience was so weak compared to the rest of the people here that he almost had to wait until this time to realize that he should join the fight as soon as possible. But the blazing wall of fire was coming straight at him with two thunderbolts.

"With the light of the Lord, return to the original. Adela raised his hand, and a white light shone from his hand on a thundering bomb, and the thunderball dissipated in an instant like a snowball under the scorching sun. Although his strain and reaction are probably insufficient, after all, as a cardinal, the level of magic is still difficult for other magicians to match. This advanced spell-breaking spell is too neat.

But it was just a thunderbolt that was dissolved. There was still one that flew away with Bishop Arrad.

Welsky bent his bow again, but it was a tiny arrow carved from a magic crystal. As soon as the bowstring was released, the crystal arrow shattered in the galloping thunderball, and with the flying crystal fragments, the last thunderbolt shattered.

On the other side of the wall of flames, after a brief loss of consciousness, Christine and Adric, who had resumed his movements, continued to rush forward. The silver Iron Feather Greatsword turned into a curtain of light, and with the fear of just returning from the Ghost Gate, as well as the fighting spirit and murderous aura, it slashed towards Cedros.

Cedros was already retreating, but his form was too slow for the Templars. Christine's silver sword light followed.

Instead of rushing towards Cedros, Adric rushed towards Gru. Although he is no longer armed and still carves the horror of this opponent, he must go up and hold it off and give Christine a chance to kill him. That one had to be eliminated, and the paladins who dealt with the three Templars at such a close distance, and even forced the paladins of the Megatron Continent to use the Holy Guardian, did their best to save the two. If such a mage gives him a chance to breathe and distances himself, it is really terrifying to be used as an opponent or as a supporting support.

"Fuck off. Gru barely glanced at Adric and threw a punch at him. Adric also punched out.

The fists struck each other, and with a loud bang, Gru shook and took two steps back.

Adric staggered back three steps, and the shape of the fist was no longer quite like a fist. But he didn't even pause, turned and continued to pounce on Gru. Although he was no match for Gru and didn't even have a weapon, as a Templar, he could still hold Gru back as hard as he could.

At this time, the silver wave-like sword light had already swept in front of Cedros, and Cedros was already far away. Except for magic, he is just an ordinary old man, although he still has dozens of auxiliary magic on his body, and he is by no means powerless, but under the sword of the Templar Knight, he is not much different from a chicken.

Slaying such a clever magician made Christine a little excited. He could almost feel the feeling of the old body shattering under the sword. He had no doubt about the lethality of his sword. In Negan's time, the sword had split the massive minotaurs in two hundreds of times. He could clearly see that the otherwise energetic face of Cedros in front of him was slightly distorted by the fear of death.

Gru and Adric landed two more punches at each other. Now the two of them are not fighting at all, but just attacking each other without defense. Gru took two more steps back, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Adric didn't retreat. But the blood in his mouth and nostrils was not soaking, nor was it flowing. It's spraying. And he was soaked with blood from his eyes and nose. The blood-stained Brilliant Armor seemed to be one of those ordinary bargains now, and there were already two huge depressions in the middle of his chest, and even anyone who didn't know the structure of the human body could tell that he had broken at least ten or more ribs. And half of it was inserted into the guts. The point is that he continues to stand like this, and he can still look at Gru with the eyes and fighting spirit that can kill at least ten cows, and assume a fighting posture. It's just that from the outside, he has nothing to do with the noble, holy, and mighty Templars. Instead, it looks like an undead creature that has just been made.

"Stop. A small voice exclaimed. But this cry will undoubtedly not make Christine's imminent sword unwind. The situation seems to be a foregone conclusion. Gru was held back, and Cedros seemed to be certain to die.

But at this time, the situation suddenly reversed, and it was a reversal that everyone expected.

The sword didn't fall on Cedros, but with a piercing sound of fine iron, Christine's figure flew back abruptly. When he landed, his figure staggered, his hand covering his nose, and his face was full of pain. The bridge of the nose, which was originally tall and good-looking, seemed to have been broken, and the blood was constantly flowing.

To be able to inflict such damage on the Templar Knight, it would naturally not be Cedros with his bare hands. Rather, it was a man who was now standing beside Cedros. But it wasn't just Christine and Lancelot who looked at this man with an expression of disbelief, and even Cedros looked surprised. This person is Asa, who has been lying on the ground since just now, motionless like a pile of garbage.

"I'm sorry I was a little late. Asa looked apologetically at the stunned Cedros. Pull out a tooth embedded in the flesh from your forehead. That's the Templar's.

Cedros grunted and touched his forehead, where the hair had broken a lot under the sword light that was about to reach him. The feeling of having just returned from the ghost gate was extremely lighthearted, and he gave Asa a somewhat strange expression, "It's better to be late than to be late." ”

Christine looked at Asa with more surprise than anger.

Lancelot's method of prohibition is not only magic, but also vindictiveness. Even if the Pope intervened today, it would be impossible to remove this prohibition, so Christine was relieved that the person who collapsed on the ground in his consciousness was like a dead branch on a rock, and he didn't care at all. And when a rock suddenly jumps up and holds up its own killer sword, no matter who else will be shocked and surprised. The stone then took the opportunity to slam its forehead into the Templar's face.

This kind of attack, which only hurts but does not hurt or kill, is not Asa's intention. Of course, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to cut off the head of this Templar Knight, but unfortunately there was indeed a gap in strength, and he couldn't find a good opportunity to pretend to be dead on the ground, as if he could parry the silver giant sword no matter what, and even counterattack, so he held the sword with all his strength at the moment when he had to make a move, and by the way, he gave the Templar a head hammer with a hooligan brawl-style method.

With a muffled thud, Adric's body finally flew out with a stream of blood under Gru's foot, and fell heavily to the ground after crossing the wall of flames. Blood poured out of his mouth, nose, and armor, instantly staining the grass around him a crimson as if his body was now a blood-soaked sponge, oozing out the excess fluid. And he was still struggling to get up on the ground, but unfortunately, no matter how strong his will was, the broken bones and muscles could no longer support his movements. He opened his mouth to speak, but coughed up only a small chunk of viscera.

Bishop Adela and several Templars with high magical attainments immediately surrounded him. A few intermediate healing techniques, coupled with the top-notch healing magic that Adela had personally released, had finally made Adric's near-death injury slightly better, at least his life was fine.

The wall of fire has been extinguished, and the short but thrilling exchange between the two sides has come to an end for the time being. The development of the battle seemed to have taken everyone by surprise, and the people on both sides stared at each other with fierce eyes.

"Everybody stop. It was the voice of the outer elves shouting, but no one cared. No one had a intention of stopping.