Asa led Aimei into the crowd of orcs, and soon came to a vacant clearing in the center. The place was tightly surrounded by the surrounding orcs, and there were two bipedal wyverns hovering in the sky, and it was impossible to see the scene from outside.

Under the careful escort of several orc leaders, Gru lay on the ground, a strip of cloth tied to his chest, and blood was still oozing from the huge sword wound that had penetrated his body, and his body and the ground around him had been stained red. But his eyes were still slightly open, and although they were weak, they were still open, and he was not dead.

"Lord Asa has returned. A scarred werewolf leader was half-crouching anxiously on the ground, and immediately stood up when he saw Asa. He didn't have a tail, but he had several rings carved from magic jade on his huge claws, which were none other than Ruken. Beside him was the machete made from the fingernails of the Behemoth, and in his hand was a golden bow.

"It's good if you can hold on. Asa looked at Gru with a sigh of relief. Although they did not see it with their own eyes, both Lancelot and the Pope believed that Gru was indeed dead, and this was not blind confidence. Needless to say, there were no healers among the orcs, and the wounds caused by Lancelot's sword aura with all his sword could not be healed even if the Pope himself used white magic. And that sword was a fatal wound that pierced through the chest.

If it weren't for the fact that Asa had appeared with the orcs, Gru would have died. He was the only one who used natural magic to restore his passing life force, and at the same time used necromancy magic to control the parts that had died under Lancelot's incomparable sword qi, preventing the sword qi from continuing to spread and continue to slaughter the life in his body. Only then did he barely pull him back from the brink of death.

"I can't think of it as my turn to owe you once. Gru stood up and spoke. Even though his body has weakened to such an extent, his eyes and momentum are not the slightest weak, since the elite is stronger than anyone else. It seems that as long as he is alive, he has nothing to do with concepts such as 'soft' and 'weak'.

"It's a little early to say that. Asa smiled, wryly. He really didn't know how to explain Cedros's death, and Gru would know the truth sooner rather than later. And once he found out, he had to find Egner, but Asa would never let the two fight.

"How's it going for you?

"I guess it'......" Asa Di was only halfway through his words, when he suddenly turned his head and threw himself in the direction of the Great Hall of Light.

In front of the main hall, several great priests were slowly chanting the incantation together, and as the incantation was completed, two fiery bombs and two thunderbolts flew towards the orc position one after another.

The orcs are already very concentrated, as long as these four top-level magic explode in it, more than half of the casualties will definitely be killed. But at the same time as the high priest began to chant the incantation, the corpses on the ground around him also began to squirm, and then when the magic of several high priests was released, the corpses also jumped away and flew out on their own, densely overlapping together to form a strange shield. All four magic bolts slammed into this corpse shield, and with a loud bang, scorched corpse fragments flew everywhere, and the scorched stench and corpse stench mixed and diffused everywhere.

Flying in the fragments of information, a gray shadow shot quickly towards several priests in front of the Hall of Light with a terrible sound of breaking through the sky.

This gray shadow came quickly and fiercely, but just now the great priests were not damaged, and Lancelot was just before them, no matter how much he attacked, it was impossible to break through the long sword in the paladin's hand. Lancelot slashed his sword, and the gray shadow flew diagonally up to a huge stone pillar in the Hall of Light. It was a large gray knife, the rough workmanship could not hide its sharpness and hideousness, and it was covered in blood.

Lancelot, who flew the knife, had an ugly face. He saw it. The knife was not thrown. Instead, he was shot to the ground by a werewolf with a golden bow. The momentum of this knife is not too strong, this werewolf is not very good at using a bow, and this bow is not his in the first place. Even if it was just a glance, Lancelot recognized it, and he had known the bow for decades, just as he knew its owner.

Having not seen Welsky since the battle had stabilized, Lancelot had long known that he had been unlucky, and that he was not the only companion he had lost in the fierce battle. It wasn't until he saw this golden giant bow that the grief and anger that had been suppressed in his heart broke out like a torrent. He raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful roar, and the sound rolled out to the entire Glorious Castle.

"The whole army is attacking, and not a single orc is left. Before he could finish speaking, Lancelot had turned into a white band of light and flew towards the crowd of beasts. The swordsmen and priests who had already surrounded them shouted in unison, and the light of white magic, all kinds of magic, and sword light rushed towards the orcs in the center like a tide.

In the face of the white light of the paladin, the orcs were all retreating, and no one dared to stop it. Lancelot alone was like a giant sword in the midst of the orc camp.

This was not an impulse, he took the lead and was so strong that not only the orcs were frightened, but also the swordsmen around him were also full of morale. They all felt the victory from the paladin's figure, and as Lancelot flew into battle, all the swordsmen rushed towards the center.

But this high morale and momentum was only for a moment, and with a loud bang, everyone saw Lancelot fly upside down with a speed and sound ten times stronger than just now, like a flat flying meteor crashing into the huge stone pillar of the Great Hall of Light, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the stone pillar that required several people to hug fell down. Lancelot struggled to his feet from the rubble, his sword shattered and covered in wounds. It was only a half-blink of an eye, and the god of war, who was still majestic and imposing just now, was already covered in scars and embarrassed.

In the center of the beast crowd, Lancelot Gru stood proudly with a punch, and the white fighting energy around him was dazzling. The shouting field and howling on the battlefield have increased rather than decreased. Only this is no longer from the mouths of the warriors of Celeste, but from hundreds of orcs. Their god of war is back on his feet.

Everyone who saw him froze. Even the swordsmen who had already swarmed in the area couldn't help but stop moving.

"The last leaf of the World Tree...... That bastard......" Adra's lips turned white and her voice trembled. Several of the High Priests and Cardinals around him had already rushed to Lancelot's side, and the healing mania was all poured out towards the paladin.

"I owe you one more time, boy. Gru said, looking at Asa.

"Needless to say, I just don't want to die. It's just that...... It's just you......" Asa replied, but he looked at Gru with some surprise.

This is indeed already an option for which there is no choice. No matter how important this World Tree leaf is, it is now the only viable way to use it for Gru. Only if he replied could he hope to get out of this glorious castle alive.

Even injuries that could not be healed by healing magic were instantly healed in front of the magic items of the ancient elves. To Asa's surprise, however, the effect of this World Tree leaf on Gru doesn't seem to be the same as the previous two times.

What was used on Xiao Yi only completely healed his injuries. After he used it, it fused with the divine power of the Sunwell and the True Meditation, greatly increasing his magic power and life force. Now that Gru had used the last leaf of the World Tree, he was completely different, not only had his injuries healed, but he also seemed to be a little different from before.

If his murderous aura before made people feel shocked, frightened, and infected as a kind of same-breed harmony, then now everyone in him feels a kind of top-up coercion and momentum, which is completely different from the pure pressure before, the kind of momentum that people feel from the depths of their souls Asa has only experienced in Moriel's body. It was as if the momentum of a life that was far more advanced and powerful than human beings could emanate.

It seemed that the leaves of the World Tree had brought some changes to his body, and it seemed that there was something subtle and indescribable in his own body, which was stimulated by this near-death healing. Everyone's attention was unconsciously completely attracted to him, and they were completely subdued by him.

"Forget it, now is not the time to talk about that...... Let's go. ”

One after the other, Gru and Asa headed straight for the front of the Great Hall of Light. After all, this is still a glorious castle, surrounded by thousands of warriors and priests, and the only way to achieve victory is to capture the thief and capture the king first.

With Gru's pause, he got up and rushed forward, his body turned into a faint shadow, and everyone felt that their spirits were also in a trance. The orcs immediately burst out louder and howled, and as they swarmed up, the swordsman priests were stunned for a moment, and then they understood what they had to do, and the battle, which had not been long over, broke out again in a more violent and sudden way.

But this time the battle was destined to not last long, and before the surrounding swordsmen could make a move, Asa and Gru had already rushed to the front of the Great Hall of Light.

Lancelot's injuries hadn't healed, and he was still covered in blood and scars, but he let out a loud roar, and the white fighting aura instantly condensed around his body into a huge lightsaber and slashed towards Gru. There was still a trace of blood in the fierce light that burst out, but through the blow just now, Lancelot had already understood that this enemy was no longer an evenly matched enemy. This is already a sword that he has tried his best.

Not only did he attack with all his might, but the archpriest, the cardinal, and all of them, including Adela, used all their strength to attack Gru. Arrows of light, walls of fire, ice spikes, lightning, and paralysis all tilted toward the figure.

This is no longer an attack made by them after their own consideration, but an instinctive reaction, and it is no longer fighting spirit that supports them, but fear. When they saw the oncoming figure, they were dominated by the fear that welled up from the deepest part of their hearts, like a frog that saw a huge snake swooping towards them.