Priests, bishops, and all the clergy have bowed down to this miracle, but the Pope, the highest of all, the spokesman of God on earth, has not knelt down.

And the other clergyman, who was also a clergyman of the highest priesthood, the Templar leader Lancelot, who had been given the title of Paladin by the Pope, did not kneel, he did not even look up at the angels in the world now, but suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Asa on the ground.

Asa, like the two Necro Knights, fell to the ground in the same position as he had been frozen, and the Templars couldn't even pull the stiff body into an easily binding position, and then the sudden appearance of the phoenix left no one to care about the man who had been turned into a puppet by the Pope. It was only at this time that Lancelot seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and drew his sword and slashed at Asa on the ground.

But just as Lancelot was moving, Asa suddenly recovered from his puppet state, sprang over and dodged Lancelot's slash, and rushed towards the Templar who was holding Ayme.

Just as the huge angel appeared above the Hall of Light, Asa felt that the power that had shackled him was beginning to dissipate. He had originally planned to sneak out Ai Yime while everyone was attracted by the big battle in the sky, but as soon as he showed signs of moving, Lancelot also noticed it.

Ayime had already been captured by the Templar who had appeared in the caverns of Neggenmorell, and she had not even had a chance to cast it in the hands of the Templar. And ever since the appearance of the giant earth angel in the sky, both she and the Templar spirits have been attracted. They were, or had been, devout believers, and this miracle from above could indeed restore the heart of any one

Any trace of divine blessing in the realm of existence is immediately infinitely magnified.

So when Asa got up and pounced, the Templars reacted. He immediately drew his sword. He put himself on Aimeh's neck and shouted at Asa: "Stop......"

He had no time to parry and resist this hasty reaction, so he had to use this kind of means, which would normally be very effective, to threaten.

But Asa didn't mean to stand still, and drew his knife, and slashed out, the light of the knife was like a black thunderbolt, with incomparable power that seemed to smash the Templar and Aime in his hand.

The Templar had no choice but to let go and retreat. But the blade light, which looked extremely powerful, suddenly disappeared as soon as it slashed into the ground in front of Ai Yimei. Ai Yimei hadn't reacted to what was going on, and the wind around her was making a big noise. He was already being dragged away by Asara.

Rodhart and Helika also regained their mobility, but strangely enough, the two Necromantic Knights, who had been moving extremely fast, were now not as good as ordinary people, and they staggered to their feet like toddlers. Trying to move his body. The rain of white light that fell on the priests immediately melted and healed their wounds, but when it fell on the bodies of the two Dreadknights, it was as if ice water had fallen on a red-hot soldering iron, making a soft snorting sound and filling the air with a disgusting stench, which then dissipated in the air filled with white magic.

"Stopped. There was another stop, but this one was from Lancelot's mouth. He had already rushed behind Asa. A sword stabbed out.

Asa still didn't stop. Holding Aimei in one hand, she leapt through the air and turned to meet Lancelot's longsword. Of course, he couldn't stand still, this was the best chance to escape from Celeste, and although the ground was still full of priests and Templars, the mythical battle above them had no time to care.

With the loud sound of swords clashing, Asana's black knife flew up, and he threw it himself. Lancelot's sword is not very lethal, but the sword has a suction on the ground. And the follow-up momentum of this sword is completely impossible for him to retreat. Even if he can't beat Asa in one sword, but in terms of sword skills, the gap between the two is still too big to be calculated, so Asa can only abandon the knife and punch again. He was going to use this punch to continue to retreat.

Before the fist and sword could be exchanged, Lancelot's sword was slightly retracted, and then stabbed heavily into the fist. Only between this collection and release, the light of the moment when the fighting spirit on the fist was at its peak had been avoided.

The tip of the sword only pierced into the flesh that was not too deep, and broke a few metacarpal bones, but Asa felt as if the sword had pierced into the bone marrow of the wrist, arm and shoulder, almost strung everyone together.

However, fortunately, this rain of white light falling from the sky did not divide here, and the rich white magic instantly rushed into the body, healing the wounds that had been severely injured by the sword qi of this sword. Asa snorted, and all of his necromantic mana condensed into a huge green fireball that flew out of his hand.

If it were somewhere else, on any other occasion, such a necromantic fireball would definitely make any pair of people shy away, but unfortunately this is the Castle of Radiance, and it is bathed in the white rain of light from this archangel. As soon as the green fireball flew out of its palm, it was rapidly decreasing, like a ball of butter rushing into boiling water. When he flew in front of Lancelot, he was just a sword, and the fireball was struck into a rain of green fire, and then completely melted by the white magic in the air.

The purity and vastness of the white magic that pervades every corner of the Radiant Castle is far beyond the reach of any human magician. Even top necromancers like Sandru and Vidrina can't have much effect when they cast spells here, and the huge figures flying in the sky are already mythical. This is no longer a place for people.

However, Lancelot was still slightly blocked by the fireball, and Asa closed the distance again.

Hymns and chants still resounded through the glorious castle, white light rained like silk, and the priests and swordsmen were immersed in the sacred scene, and the battle between the two men seemed insignificant and barely noticed.

But suddenly there was a loud bang, and a sword blocked Asa's galloping forward. This time he finally stood still. Because this sword was far more powerful and effective than that of the Templars and Lancelot.

This is a decapitating sword with a corrugated sword body, a giant sword, so big that people need to look up. Stuck in the ground like a tower. And higher than this tower is the golden armor next to it, mighty, majestic, so sacred that people can hardly help but kneel down and worship the angels. The white holy light surrounded his body, the pair of huge feathers behind him covered the sky and the sun, and the face covered with golden hair was still expressionless, but the eyes filled with golden light looked at Ah Jie, looking at the ant-like human under his feet.

What no one noticed, but this archangel who was fighting fiercely with the fire phoenix noticed it, and actually forced himself from the fierce battle to prevent him from escaping.

God is as powerful as hell. Asa stood still, stunned, and almost couldn't help but kneel.

He didn't believe in God. But believe it or not, this majesty, this pressure, this sense of self-insignificance is indeed undeniably irresistible.