There are not as many high-level mages in the Radiant Castle as the Tower of Teeth, but there are fewer of them than anywhere else. In a short period of time, more than a dozen people had gathered at the edge of the square, and under the protection of the swordsmen, high-level magic such as thunder bombs, fire bombs, and boulder scattered flowers bombarded from all directions.

No matter how strong the orcs are, under the high-level magic, **will always be**, even the tenacity and vitality of the brute bull will not be able to resist the thunder bomb head-on. But the orcs did not flinch in the slightest, they did not even come here to fight, but to vent the fury and bestiality of the mad revenge, and they began to face the magic in despair.

The thundering bombs and the fiery fires were intertwined with the scorching and exploding nets, constantly setting off loud noises and air waves, and the limbs and wreckage of the orcs flew everywhere, but none of the orcs showed the slightest timidity, and all of them rushed into the formation of the swordsmen with a scream, and fought together. In particular, the orcs harnessed the charge of the brute bull, except for the direct hit of high-level magic, even the elemental giants summoned by the mage could not resist it, and any obstacles in front of them, whether people or buildings, were swept away.

Dropping a small half of the corpse, the orcs scattered from the square into the buildings and lanes of the Radiant Castle. There are tens of thousands of priests and swordsmen in the vast Radiant Castle, and there are only a few thousand orcs, but with their bodies that are much more agile and stronger than human swordsmen, as well as their almost crazy fighting spirit and anger, even if they are far inferior in numbers, they are not left behind. The battle, which was originally only around the square, has completely spread to the entire Radiant Castle.

The entire Radiant Castle was already boiling, even though the light and rain of Pudu beings were still spilling, the screams of swordsmen and priests were still ringing everywhere, and even the forbidden spells of the various recovery systems were not very effective under the heavy weapons of the orcs. The orcs have no strategic or tactical intentions, and rely almost exclusively on their instinctive killing impulses and anger, killing people everywhere they see like the most primitive beasts. The Radiant Castle was full of orcs rushing and slashing and killing, and it was a chaos.

At such times, naturally no one notices a person's movements, no matter who the person is or what he is going to do.

The showroom of the Glorious Castle, which had always been heavily guarded, was now a mess. Stored here are the relics of the previous popes, treasures and other extremely valuable things, in addition to the protective magic array, there is also the usual strict guard, but now a few priests have rushed in, wanting to take a few of the magic props.

"What are you going to do, my lords? Most of them are relics of His Holiness the Pope. The swordsman in charge of the guard intervened to stop it.

"Can't you hear the voices outside?" shouted a priest.

Outside, there was the vibration of the trampling of the hooves and the screams of the swordsmen, and several wild bulls had already rushed to the vicinity, among them there was an elderly brute bull, rampage everywhere, the swordsmen and priests were completely powerless, and there were no high-level mages nearby, only these things placed in the showroom were many high-level magic props.

Ordinary people are really fragile in the face of the huge size and strength of the bull, even if the healing power of Pudu sentient beings can heal fatal injuries, but the swordsman priest is usually completely deformed in front of the bull's head or is shattered under the cow's hooves, and there is no process of injury, and he just dies crisply.

With a bang, one of the walls of the showroom suddenly shattered, and a huge bull nearly three meters tall appeared in front of everyone. The cow carried several swords and spears, as well as a few wounds from the explosion of magic. The half-orc trainer on the back of the ox had long since collapsed on the back of the ox and was not moving, a long sword embedded in his ugly green skull. But in this case, it makes no difference whether there is an animal tamer in command or not.

A mouthful of ox mouth, a thick acid gas suddenly sprayed two or three swordsmen to the ground, and the sulfuric acid-like gas instantly corroded the ** to a pulp, although the pervasive Pudu beings immediately continued to repair their injuries, but the gas left on the body continued to corrode and heal and corrode, causing the two swordsmen to scream and roll on the ground in pain. The bull then buried his head and rushed towards the remaining few people.

Several priests crawled to the ground and fled, and with a loud bang, rubble flew sideways. Several altars containing items smashed to pieces, along with the protective magic array of the entire exhibition room. Most of these magic arrays are of the vigilant and magical protection type, and they have no effect at all under the power of the brute bull.

The bull turned around and rushed in the other direction, seeing that it was about to smash the two priests and the altar behind it, and a figure swept into the room quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it reached out and slapped it on the forehead of the bull, and then the huge body of the bull fell to the ground like a drained pocket.

"Lord Bishop Inham. "A few priests who have taken a trip from the ghost gate are surprised. "It was the Lord's guidance, and you couldn't have come at the right time. ”

"Well, it's just right, and if it's too late, it's going to be troublesome. The cardinal also looked relieved. He walked up behind the priest and took half of the scepter from the altar.

"You...... What are you doing with this? Now that the situation outside is very tight, you might as well go and help near the square, or it will be too late......"

"Ah, yes, you have to hurry, or it will be too late. Bishop Inham walked out with his scepter in hand. There was a soft sound of hula, and the heads of the two priests who spoke suddenly flew out. Everyone else was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. As Bishop Inham's hand slashed across the void, and as black lines leapt from his hand and danced around, the bodies of the other priests and swordsmen were all torn apart like building blocks, blood splattered.

Without looking back, Inham sped out with his scepter in hand.

The Pope had been carried back to the rooms of the Temple of Light, and the Templars were all outside, except for Bishop Adela who remained at the Pope's bedside.

The Pope's snort was faint, he looked haggard and old, and after using the ring for the second time, this old man who had been full of energy and grace looked like a dying man who had lived for hundreds of years, and had spent every bit of essence and vitality in his life with only his last breath. And there was not the slightest trace of the once majestic white magic in his body, not because of consumption, but because of the depletion of the body itself.

Adela and the other two cardinals also tried to heal, but to no avail, not even Purdue's entire life had no effect on the Pope's body, let alone other white magic.

Summoning guardian angels, purifying sentient beings, this kind of magic, from time to time consumes mana is not life force but lifespan, which is something that cannot be unrecovered by any magic or power. Using it twice in a row, even if it is mainly with the help of the Ring of Kings and the condensed telekinesis of the Radiant Castle, the consumption should be very amazing, and the Pope's age itself is not small.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......" Adela called softly, but the Pope did not react at all, and Adela laughed.

Lancelot and the other three Templars joined forces to fight Gru in the square, while the others were focused on the riots and battles. After the Pope passed out, Bishop Adra, as a close confidant of His Majesty the Pope, naturally became the only person who could be by the Pope's side now.

"Finally, do you have today?" Adela looked at the Pope on the bed, smiling brightly and happily, but there was a hideous taste in his eyes, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? Do you know how many years I have endured you stinky old man? Finally, let me wait until today...... Hahahahaha......ha

With suppressed laughter, Adela reached for the Pope's fist. He could see very clearly that on the Temple of Light, after the Pope fell, the King's Ring in the air also fell, and the Pope, who was already semi-conscious, could still reach out and catch the ring and hold it in his hand.

The Pope's fists were clenched very tightly, and it was surprising how this old man, who was obviously about to die of old age, still had such strength. Adela couldn't pull the Pope's fist apart after a few blows, he stomped his foot in a hurry, even if the Pope was really dead, he couldn't use a knife to cut off the Pope's hand, so that the others, especially Lancelot, could see that it was okay.

Just as Adela was looking for something small to use as a crowbar, the Pope on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily, "You have disappointed me too much......

Adela suddenly became as stunned as a clay wood sculpture, his eyes almost falling out in horror, and then his feet began to tremble, shaking.

After saying those words, the Pope coughed, trying to breathe deeper and more air, but it seemed that he didn't even have the strength for this, and the words just now had exhausted the strength he had accumulated.

The tremor in her legs had spread throughout her body, and Adela was shaking like chaff, staring wide-eyed at the Pope on the bed, trying to take two more breaths. Although he was proud of what he had just said, he was almost so frightened that he didn't even have any other thoughts under the old man's years of accumulation.

There were all kinds of explosions outside, the sound of fighting was getting louder and louder, Adela's body was shaking more and more, the horror in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier, and the Pope was still struggling to breathe.

Suddenly, Adela gritted her teeth and threw herself on the bed and rode on top of the Pope, her hands tightly holding the Pope's neck. His face, which used to look like a woman, was now completely distorted, but most of them were fear.

I don't know how long it took, Adela gasped and let go of his hand, the old man under him no longer had the slightest trace of life, he died peacefully, without any struggle, Adela didn't even notice when he died.

Adela fell out of bed and sat down on the floor, only to realize that her pants were wet at some point.