"If you don't want to die, come and help, you can still stop the two churches. Asa shouted to the three Hiltons in the distance.

When the three Hiltons heard this, they all immediately leaned over. The druids also transformed into werewolves again. Although Lancelot had previously said that he was not interested in them, that was just talk. What's more, the guy dressed as a cardinal in the back may be the one who really has the right to speak. For the church, both the druids and the black elves are absolute infidels, and most of the black elves who live in Negan are a more evil race than the orcs.

"Boss, so you've been playing dead,, it's really high. I'll just say that even a paladin can't take you down at once. It's a pity that I didn't take the opportunity to kill one. Hilton swung his two swords at the Templars on the other side a few times, this is a simple-minded guy who came over immediately when he heard Asa say hello, and he must not have thought about anything serious.

Asa smiled bitterly, in fact, after Lancelot's sword sent the majestic Dou Qi Mixed Magic into his body just now, although his body was completely unable to move, his mind and senses were not damaged at all. He also wanted to use meditation to break this shackle, but unfortunately the power of this fighting spirit was not only ingenious, but also incomparably powerful, and he couldn't dispel it with all his strength.

But it wasn't until the three of Lancelot began to fight against Cedros that a feeling of nowhere came over them. It was a strange feeling, very slight, very vibrant, very familiar, and with it, the body immediately resonated with the feeling.

It's not about which place, which part of the body has sensations and changes, but every subtlest part of the body has that kind of vitality. It is like invisible trees sprouting, growing, and growing in every cell of him. And the mixed power of fighting energy and magic that originally occupied the body was rapidly disappearing. That's not dispersion, it's assimilation. The vitality that erupted in his body absorbed Lancelot's fighting energy and magic to the ground, and his body was instantly free.

This change only happens within himself. Outsiders couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, and no one would notice him lying on the ground. That's why he had a chance to repel Christine when he was completely defenseless.

"Everyone, stop, please listen to me. The voice shouted a third time. Asa glanced at it, and it turned out to be Elven Elder Lloyd, and next to him were Lua, who was holding the leaves of the World Tree, and a female elf patrol carrying the black longbow. The three of them led the elves to surround the group of people who were fighting in the heat of battle from a distance on the periphery.

Unfortunately, for the Templars and Cardinals, there was nothing more valuable than getting rid of or capturing the three people on the other side. After all, it still seems that their side has a clear advantage. So they didn't mean to stop in the slightest. And Cedros's side naturally did not relax his guard at all to listen to anyone. At this time, the elven elven elder's shouts were extremely weak.

Although there was no response at all, there seemed to be no panic or confusion on Lloyd's face, his eyes wandering between the two sides of the tension, and he whispered orders to the female patrol next to him. On the other side, Lua looked at them with an anxious look on her face.

Asa's eyes fell on the leaves of the World Tree in her hand, and he was slightly stunned, he understood where the feeling that had freed him from Lancelot's shackles just now came from.

Adela stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Even with the level of white magic that he had in the continent, it took a lot of effort with a few Templars to bring Adric's injuries under control. He looked at the situation on both sides and smiled coldly. Even he could see that the combat power of Cedros and Gru had been almost depleted, although he also suffered minor or serious injuries on his side, one Templar each. Lancelot also spent a lot of effort, but after all, there were still two Templars, and ten Templars were unharmed. More importantly, there is also yourself.

As a cardinal, there is absolutely no doubt about his role in battle. But the first few rounds were too fast. And he hadn't put his spirit into battle at all. First, a wall of fire divided the line of sight, and then the figure of the rabbit and the falcon suddenly merged and suddenly divided, and the magic flew horizontally, and it was over in just a few blinks of an eye. And now that he was fully guarded, even with his paralysis alone, it was enough to easily control the tide of battle. He didn't chant the incantation again, and a white light flowed and shone like mercury between his fingers, and the white magic that had been gathering for a long time was about to come out.

Although it was only a short respite, it was enough for a mage of Cedros's level to recover a little bit of magic. He stared intently at Adra, a layer of magical light in his palm, which was also white, ready to unleash.

Gru and Lancelot looked at each other, and the clash of those two gazes seemed to be high enough that tension that could be felt in everyone around them. Although both of them seem to be tired, they are undoubtedly still the protagonists and souls in this battle.

The second battle is started by two casters. Bishop Adela stretched out his hand and pointed at Cedros, and shouted, "Certain." Cedros waved his hand silently, and the simplest of white magic purification techniques were emitted at the same time, and the points of light of the paralysis technique were dispelled as soon as they appeared in the air.

Adra's face turned blue, knowing that the paralysis technique was useless. Although this magic has obvious advantages in battle, the disadvantages are still huge. The lowest-level purification spell can dispel this high-level magic of the same lineage as long as it has an intermediate level of magic or higher. Although it is common sense that priests who can use this white magic will never be enemies of each other, and the church has a very strict control over the teaching of white magic, it is possible to occasionally encounter such unexpected enemies. He opened his hand again, and a white light shone towards Cedros. Light archery, which ordinary priests can only use against the undead, can burn people to char in his hands.

Cedros waved his hand, and a small whirlwind rolled up the dead leaves and dirt on the ground in front of him. This layer of light debris can't even block a stone, but it is just enough to block the attack of this light.

Under the white light, the barrier in front of Cedros burned violently, and the air was suddenly full of scorching stench. Several of the younger Templars around them let out a sigh. They could all see the profound magic and attainments that this spell represented, but the level of white magic showed that the cardinal's position was not a fluke.

But Adela's face was getting more and more ugly. The two spells that Cedros used to defuse his attack were the most basic and simple spells, and it took almost just one breath to restore the consumed mana. But his magic for both attacks was almost all out. There is no doubt about the huge difference between this demon control and combat experience. The key thing is that if you continue like this, your mana will bottom out, and maybe Cedros's mana will accumulate and recover.

However, he was not alone here, and as Adela and Cedros struck each other with magic, Wellskai bent his bow and arrow, and the Demon Breaker once again roared away with a golden light that ripped through the air around him.

His target is still Cedros, but it's Gru. No one would expect to be able to finish out Sedros in one go, but as long as Gru intervenes to save and distract, then Lancelot will have a chance.

Sure enough, Gru, who was confronting Lancelot, had to stand in front of Cedros. This time, he didn't dare to reach out to grab the arrow, but just flicked it, and the Demon Breaker Arrow tilted upward, skimming over the heads of him and Cedros and flying straight into the sky. A corner of a treehouse was turned into a sky full of broken branches and leaves by this arrow.

Even with a clever effort to deflect the arrow, Gru took a step back. After all, it was a blow from the Templars, and even in terms of strength alone, it was comparable to those ballistae guarding the city. And he's really tired and tired right now. At this moment, he really had to show his flaws.

But it wasn't Lancelot who was the first to strike, nor any Templar or Templar, but Asa next to Gru.

Opportunities are always fair, it just depends on whether people will grasp them and whether they have the ability to grasp them. At the same time that Welsky was creating a chance for Lancelot, Asa was also taking advantage of the opportunity that arose to create a chance. In other words, in fact, he has been waiting for such an opportunity.

He hadn't made any moves since he fought off Christine, so neither Adela nor the Templars paid much attention to him, after all, apart from his inexplicable escape from Lancelot's prohibition, his strength was far less worthy of attention than Cedros and Gru. But I didn't expect him to make a move at this time, and as soon as he made a move, it was an unexpected hand.

A loud roar immediately filled everyone's ears, similar to the roar of Wellskai's Demon-Breaking Arrows, but even bigger and more powerful. Because the object that made this sound was indeed a hundred times larger than the Demon Breaker Arrow in terms of size.

A huge sphere with a diameter of a man took shape in the palm of Asa's hand in an instant, and then swept away towards the opposite side with a roar of power, bearing, and sound commensurate with it.

It was the time for Adela and Welskai to strike, but only a little later, a split second after the two of them attacked.

The air was filled with scorching heat. But at least at first glance at the huge sphere, no one thought it was a fireball, not because it was so big, but because of its color. It was not the yellow or red that the flames could emit, but the blue, gray, and green that mixed together the water of the gutter and the mold of the decaying corpse, and all sorts of disgusting and unknown colors were constantly rolling in some spheres.