The priests and magicians were undoubtedly the first to sense the aura emanating from the huge corpse puppet, and they were the first to discover it, but they didn't do it because they saw that Captain Roland and the Emperor were on it.

At this time, everyone's first melon is: Emperor Zhu and Captain Roland have been hijacked, or controlled. And whether they are controlled or hijacked, although every priest and magician here is already an outstanding master, they also know that they definitely do not have the strength to save two people from the hands of a necromancer.

And when they saw Captain Roland's murderous and angry face as Bishop Javi leaped from the corpse monster, the others could see that he was neither controlled nor taken hostage. So everyone was blinded, and they felt that what was in their heads suddenly became a large piece of paste, the kind of paste that had been left for a long time and was about to condense into a solid one immediately.

At this time, the emperor also walked down the huge corpse puppet with the necromancer, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was clearly standing next to the necromancer and the necromancer, pointed to the cardinal in the dormitory and shouted: "Everyone be careful, this cardinal is actually a necromancer." ”

The people who originally felt that their brain marrow was about to condense into solid heard this again, and felt that their brain marrow was not congealed, but broken. It's not that I don't know how to think, but I don't even know how to think anymore.

But this was not everyone's reaction, at least not the cardinal. When he first heard the necromancer's voice, his body immediately froze, but the next moment he saw Captain Roland jump down from the corpse puppet and watch him walk step by step, his body immediately moved again. And even faster than the action of the angry shot just now.

This time, however, he didn't draw his sword again, but instead stepped backwards, taking a step from the side of the four Paladin Squad Captains and picking out the scroll from his bosom.

The minds of the four squad leaders were still in that hazy and chaotic state, and the cardinal's movements were too fast. They also don't have time to react at all. When they were shocked, a pitch-black scroll was already in the cardinal's hand, and a pitch-black magic fluctuation was also instantly formed in the scroll's hand, waiting for the scroll to unfold.

The moment Roland saw Jarvey step back and take out the scroll, his face had completely changed, and his figure had changed from a step by step to a rapid figure.

Of course, the necromancer with the golden mask also saw the scroll, and naturally no one could see what his face was, but his movements immediately took a step back, and with a pull of his hand, the emperor was pulled behind him, and at the same time, the huge corpse monster also quickly blocked in front of them.

The magic sealed in the scroll is far more effective in actual combat than the magic itself, and this ready-to-use item can be used in a very short time without the need for gestures or chanting spells. And while the cost of making a pinnacle magic scroll is usually staggering. But whoever has this thing once he has it undoubtedly has enough trump cards to turn the tide of battle at any time.

Now Bishop Javi is undoubtedly such a trump card in his hands. And the people around didn't realize what the situation was going on, although Captain Roland had already reacted, but the distance was too far, and there were so many people in between. And at this time, the time to make a loud reminder is enough to open three scrolls.

Lord Jia Wei's hand holding the scroll could already feel the thick black fluctuations in the scroll, and it was about to rush out immediately, using the most wonderful resonance method, the most profound magic technique, to burst out with huge and incomparable lethality, as long as the hand was spread again, the person in front of him would be crushed by magic like ants. Although the strongest ones may not die, and the two he fears the most may not suffer multiple injuries, but this has already given him a chance.

But just as the scroll is about to unfold. At the same time, he felt the momentum and air flow coming from the back of his head. It was an unstoppable momentum of a flat ground wind and thunder.

He might still be able to unfold the scroll. Burst out all the mana contained in it. Just maybe. But at the same time, this momentum and air flow can definitely turn his head into a rotten tomato that flies out.

Short, jumping out diagonally, rolling in the air, and at the same time blocking all the rear momentum of this back blow with a sword. Bishop Javi landed, and he finally dodged the blow from behind, but he also didn't have time to unfold the scroll. Because the man rushed up again. The black knife in the man's hand was originally as calm and dignified as 10,000 years of granite, but now that it was all pressed like this, he realized that it could actually be a collapsed mountain. If you don't resist with all your strength, you will only be crushed by the impact.

The long sword in his hand turned into a sea like a sea, and the same solemn and threatening but sharper and more violent white lightning flashed back. One black and one white collided with each other again, and the two figures separated again.

At this time, the swordsmen behind also received the prime minister and queen who flew over. The two of them were thrown over.

Asa snorted, took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood, and it was him who could react first to stop the cardinal at this moment. But he had already suffered a lot of dark injuries during the first blow, and this one's hard touch made it even worse for him.

But that was enough, and even though Asa had been repelled, Jarveh still couldn't use the pitch-black scroll in his hand. Because it was only such a short delay, the head of Roland had already arrived.

"Good apprentice, it turned out to be you. First there was a deep shout, and then there was a white sword light, and a figure.

This piece of sword light does not have any internal impact like mountains and seas, nor does it have any changes and fluctuations, this is a sword, it is a sword. This is an extremely pure sword, and the posture of the person who came out of the sword is also like a sword, his eyes are even sharper like a sword, and even that low shout is like a sword that Ling Li is incomparably straightforward.

Bishop Javi already had a look of fear in his eyes. I don't know if he saw such a sword and was terrified, or if he saw the man with the sword, or if he saw the eyes of the person with the sword, or heard the low shout. He didn't have the slightest sense of resistance, but turned around and fled.

With such a sword, even Gru didn't dare to use his back to turn his back, but Javi dared. And the direction he fled was actually a wall.

Such a sword could never be escaped with an escape, and almost only Bishop Javi had just started this sword to stab him in the back of the heart.

Such a sword is logically nothing to resist. The fighting energy, murderous energy, and sword energy that converge at one point are perfectly combined with strength, speed, and skill, even if it is the body of the legendary dragon, it will only be as soft as pork, and no matter how strong and strong the armor is, even if it can resist the blade, the sword energy will tear and shatter all the vitality in it.

But this sword did not do anything for Bishop Javi. Just as the blade of the sword was about to touch his body, a layer of magical light mixed white and black suddenly flashed on him. There was a strange crashing sound, and this strange layer of magical light actually blocked Roland's sword.

At the same time, there was another subtle cracking sound. The cross on Bishop Javi's chest was also shattered, scattered into pieces.

"Guardian of the Angels of Light?" "Good fellow!" Outside the dormitory, the golden-masked necromancer let out a strange scream. "There are only two of these things in Deya Valley, and even I didn't want to use them back then. ”

Although the sword has been blocked, the impact is still there. The figure of the head of Roland froze, and the body of Bishop Javi rushed even further, rushing towards the wall in front of him.

For Bishop Javi, who had a sword in his hand and simply wanted to escape, the wall was naturally not an obstacle. The sword in his hand flashed, and the wall in front of him collapsed instantly, and his figure shot out, and then he swung a sword backwards casually, and a larger piece of the wall collapsed, just blocking the figure of the leader of Roland behind him.

As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, Javi immediately added a few auxiliary white magic to himself, and ran towards the palace building.

Run, he only has this thought now, he knows that he has no chance of winning, but he still has confidence in escaping. Sacrificing the talisman magic gem that his father had left him, he got the opportunity to break out of the dormitory. It was enough to get into a slightly hidden place for a person and delay the use of the teleportation scroll for a few seconds.

His figure was like electricity, and with a slight delay in the footsteps of Captain Roland, this could indeed give him enough opportunities. It's a pity that he forgot about the other person.

Just as the cardinal smashed the wall and burst out, the necromancer outside the dormitory also snorted coldly, but he didn't chase it, but turned around and jumped on the huge corpse monster, and the corpse monster also jumped violently, spread its wings and flew into the air.

High in the air, the golden-masked necromancer looked coldly at the fast-running cardinal, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it. It's a very slight, casual movement.

The cardinal suddenly felt a muscle in his thigh twitch inexplicably, and his running movements, which were as agile and swift as a leopard, and were extremely coordinated, suddenly lost control because of this inexplicable twitch. Like a child who had just learned to walk, he threw his left foot on his right foot, and then became a rolling gourd, and he slammed his head into a stone guardrail, making a muffled noise.

"How did your teacher teach you?" the necromancer shook his head, his mouth slurking.