With the heat wave filling the air, there seemed to be a faint smell of corpses, and the huge fireball rolled like the color of the corpse, and anyone could understand that the magic contained in this fireball was not just pure fire magic.

In front of the Templar's demon-breaking crystal arrows and the cardinal's white magic, no matter how weird and terrifying the magic is, it can be easily solved. But the timing was just when Wellskai and Adela had just made a move. Although this fireball was not as fast as the lightning bolt, it would never give them time to send out the next magic and crystal arrow.

The huge, corpse-smelling fireball was headed for Bishop Adela. Others may dodge, but he doesn't have the ability to dodge if he wants to.

Although Adela and Welsh were no longer able to shoot, there was also a Christine, who snorted coldly and headed towards the fireball with his Iron Feather Greatsword. No matter how big or weird the fireball is, it's just a rudimentary spell, at most, it's an amazing explosion, and there's a bit of toxin or something like that. As long as the magic fluctuations in it are cut in two, even the high-level magic of the Thunder Bomb will be dissolved. All that's left are just two flames.

The Iron Feather Greatsword turned into a silver bolt and slashed towards the fireball. This sword is condensed with a surging white magic, and it is definitely a hot knife to deal with this kind of magic that is obviously dark and necromantic.

But before the silver sword body could touch the fireball, the fireball suddenly dispersed on its own and exploded.

It wasn't because the sword was too powerful or too powerful, but because the person who sent it was sending out another smaller, faster fireball in the back that hit the one in front of him. As a result, the blue-green that had been condensed suddenly dispersed. It rained down on Christine and the Templars behind her.

It turned out that the explosive power contained in this fireball was not large, it was really just a ball of condensed fire, so after exploding, it did not splash around, but continued to turn into a rain of fire flying in the air and flew forward.

If it was just an ordinary rain of flames, it would be a gust of hot wind for the Templars and Templars, but this strangely colored magical flame is different, and the first to bear the brunt is Christine, and the Iron Feather Greatsword can cut the magic, but it can't block the magic. Although he couldn't dodge, he withdrew his hands to block his eyes at the last moment. The dense magical flames that were like a large basin of water poured in front of him all hit him.

The blue-green flames burned on the radiant armor with only a slight sizzle before disappearing in the white light, but the chainmail, gloves, and steel boots were eroded through the flames as quickly as ice was doused with molten iron. And the flames that fell on his bare skin immediately became vigorous. It burned elatedly and boiled with joy as if it had fallen on top of a pile of oil.

Christine let out a terrible cry that no one would have thought to have come from the mouth of a noble and powerful Templar. The air smelled of burnt meat, and it was rotten rotten.

However, the Templar was still a Templar after all, and almost at the same time as he was burned, Christine was able to condense his mana in a pain similar to being drenched in molten iron, and immediately used purification and healing techniques on himself. The strange flames that had just burned on his face died down immediately, leaving behind a scarf of charred flesh like charcoal that had been burned for half an hour.

Christine snorted and sat down on the ground. The injuries may look horrific on the outside, but they are by no means serious. It's just that his white magic attainments are not enough, and the purification technique can't completely dispel the strange magic in the flames. Now he is in a situation like a bucket of oil poured on the wall. Although I had wiped it clean, the things that had seeped into it were still there, and they kept seeping deeper and deeper. Everywhere that corrosive magic toxin arrived, it announced that that part of the body was beginning to wither and fail,**. If it weren't for the fighting spirit and white magic in his body that could still play a restraining role, I'm afraid he would already be a zombie by now.

The blue-green rain of fire over Christine spread out to a patch twenty meters away, covering Adela, Wellske, and all the Templars. The scorching, rancid smell instantly transformed a radius of twenty meters into a huge oven roasting dead rats in the gutter. Everyone can feel that their lungs seem to be starting to perforate under the corrosive effect of this gas, and their skin is eroding. But none of the Templars were hiding, for in the center of the oven was the Cardinal.

But just because they don't hide doesn't mean they have a way to deal with it. More than half of the Templars turned pale. Two or three Templars rushed forward, using their bodies in front of Adela.

Assa, who sent out the fireball, went limp and almost sat on the ground. The three Hiltons next to them temporarily lost their minds because they were too surprised.

The fireball, mutated with necromantic magic, drained all the magic out of his body. Almost even the body is a little out of control. Necromancy is subtle, but it is the Templars who are blessed with white magic all over their bodies. There is also a cardinal who may know more and more about necromancy than he does, and with his magic control skills that are not much higher than that of an apprentice, the magic may be cracked and eliminated before it can be sent out and effective. So he simply used such a simplest, most direct and most skilled method.

The simplest and most direct way is often the most practical and effective way to use at the most appropriate time. The necromantic mana in this fireball was so great that a little flame just a fingernail size was enough to kill a cow, even if the white magic of the Templars and Templars had a certain restraining effect on this, but after all, it was Asa's necromantic flame infused with all his mana, like Christine. Even if you can't die, it's not just a peeling skin.

Wellskai let out a loud shout, finally holding up his divine protection at this time. A white shield of light appeared on his arm.

But this shield of light could only last up to a meter square in his hand at most, just enough to cover him and Adela from behind. The few Templars who protected Adela also happened to fall within the protective range of the Holy Guardian Shield. But other than that. The surrounding Templars were exposed to the strange rain of flames, including Talis, whose hand had been deprived of one of Gru's arrows. Although they can all use white magic, this overwhelming flame of necromancy is obviously not something that can be resisted by white magic below the Master Bishop.

"The light of the Lord has given me the strength and courage to break away evil spirits. With a loud shout, a figure did not dodge or dodge, but rushed towards the blue-green sea of death.

"Warrior Javi. Talis and several Templars exclaimed. The figure that flew up was none other than the young Templar.

As Javi drank, a strong white light suddenly appeared around his body. The light was so strong that it almost submerged his own body, like the earth-shattering purification technique that Adela had used when he first entered the forest. At this moment, he almost became the sun that fell on the mortal world.

The white light quickly spread around his figure, and then the blue-green flames that represented death collided with the white rays of the sun.

There was no earth-shattering collision, but everyone could feel the strange fluctuations caused by two distinct and seemingly equal mana forces colliding with each other, then eroding and dissolving each other. The blue-green rain of fire and the white light dissipated in the air at the same rapid speed. Only a small number of blue-green fireflies continue to fly behind. But it didn't do much damage to the Templars.

The white light vanished, and the young Templar staggered to the ground, barely able to stand still. The magic leather armor on his body was full of holes, like a tattered piece that had just been ripped out of the furnace, and even his clothes and hair had burn marks in many places, but his body was not damaged at all. In addition to the tiredness and staggering steps, this is also a phenomenon of consuming too much mana at once.

The Templars let out a small cheer and amazement. Even the way Wellskai looked at the Jarvi warrior was in disbelief.

Asa looked at the Templar across from him in surprise, who had dissolved his fireball. It just so happened that the Templar took a look at him as well. Asa couldn't help but be in a trance, this strange face that should have been the first time he met made him feel very strange, and the blue eyes seemed to bring a strange familiarity to his heart.

Only the cardinal's face showed the most surprise and admiration, but it was only a little delayed. Christine, who barely flew back, couldn't support it anymore. fell headlong to the ground. Adela hurriedly used white magic to help him heal and detoxify. With Wellskai's order, all the Templars rushed forward in unison. Everyone could tell that the magic of the person who sent this fireball had run out, and now was the time to do it.

The Templars were a little slower to fly up, as they had to navigate the ever-expanding battlefield. Not only them, but even Asa and Cedros were trying to stay away from there as much as possible.

'Bump' Gru and Lancelot's thirteenth Earth Fist sword intersect. Gru remained unmoved, and Lancelot took three steps back, then immediately stepped forward again.

However, the others could only see two vague white figures colliding with each other in a chaotic and fierce air current, and the circle was gradually expanding in the field, and the two figures were suddenly merging faster and faster. The air around shook with each collision. The dirt on the ground around the two of them was splashing everywhere, and the sparks of the colliding fighting qi continued to shine, colliding with each other and whirling with the rolling air current.

After Adela and Cedros' magic collided, Wilskai's arrow was deflected away by Grukankan, and then Assan's large, strange fireball struck. At this time, Lancelot was supposed to step forward to intercept it. But Gru actually stepped forward and punched him.

Facing the unarmed opponent who may be the strongest in the mainland, Lancelot has no choice but to go all out. Although it was only a few blinks of an eye for the fireball to explode in the back, the battle between the two men was far more dangerous and fierce than the one against the fireball.

Every punch, every kick, every slightest movement of Gru is the most direct and simple attack. Each blow contains enough power and destruction to knock out one of the strongest ogres. Every time Lancelot's sword collided with his fists and kicks, the concussions and sounds made were like a siege vehicle crashing against the city gates.

Each of Gru's attacks knocked Lancelot back at least three steps or more. The paladin would make a large, deep pit in the ground with each step he took back, but he would immediately turn back again as soon as he stepped back. Whether he's back or offensive. Every movement is the same supple, perfect, and seamless fit for each other.

Offensively, Gru was like a mountain, huge, heavy, and so powerful that it could not be measured by manpower. The strength and majesty he displayed had long since transcended the boundaries of ordinary humans. Lancelot, on the other hand, is water, and although it seems to be weak and retreat with a single blow, it only retreats without dying, and it does not fade, and it repeatedly hits the majestic mountain in front of him endlessly.

At first, Gru seems to be just trying to delay Lancelot, and Lancelot tries to get out as much as he can. But by the time they crossed hands for the fourth time, they had no idea what else was on the battlefield. These two top martial artists began to become completely selfless in the equal fight, and it was no longer the body and fighting spirit that collided with each other, but the soul.

Not a single Templar dared to come forward to help or disturb, half out of fear, the air currents created by the frenzied clash of fighting qi enough to tear a person apart, and the other half out of awe.

Wellskai was probably the most capable man here, but he didn't. Maybe he knew that he might not be useful, or maybe it was out of respect for the two samurai who went all out.

Bishop Adela did his best to help Christine dispel the toxins and necromantic magic in her body. Warrior Javi and Talis, who was wounded in the arm, did not leave and guarded him. The other Templars had already rushed to Asa and Cedros.

Welskai's goal remained the same, and the golden glow headed towards Sedlos with a thrilling roar, setting the curtain on the nine Templars.

At the same time as Wellskai stretched his bow and arrows, Asa gritted his teeth and held a knife to block in front of Cedros, and the white fighting spirit on his body flashed. It's just that he doesn't know if this golden light that even Gru has to shake back three steps can be withstanding. But even if he can't stand it, he has to stand it.

But the arrow did not come. A warp-colored light swept by, cutting off the demon-breaking arrow in mid-air.

"Stop it all. ”

This time, Elder Lloyd's voice was obviously more energetic, more powerful, and more powerful, probably because the thousands of elves around him were full of bows and arrows in their hands.