There is no one in the world who can truly be incomplete. The reality is not, compared to the complex world of all things, people are actually just ants born and died in this heaven and earth, can control everything, change everything, are the spirit of all things, and other ideas are just half-understood people's narcissistic babbling.

The Marquis of Inham understood this a long time ago. But when he saw the twisted and distorted steel prison, there was a brief blank in his mind, and he was completely overwhelmed.

He is indeed smart enough, and the smartest thing about him is that he doesn't think that his intelligence can be invincible in the world, so everything is very cautious and careful, and he is never blinded by ** to force anything. So all along, his plan has been carried out almost seamlessly, and everything he has arranged and expected has been realized step by step according to his wishes. So even if he already understood that truth, he had some of a delusion, feeling that everything was really in his arrangement. But no matter how well and delicately he arranged, it was impossible to calculate the trajectory of the meteor shower and the shielding efficiency of the ambassador. There were only a few fireballs that missed the slash of the decapitating greatsword and smashed into the Radiant Castle, and one of them happened to smash into the steel prison where Asa was being held.

There is no way for manpower to destroy the specially reinforced steel prison, but it is not much stronger than an ordinary house in the face of the impact of a fiery meteor of hundreds of thousands of catties, and now the iron embedded in the edge of the huge crater is just a piece of iron like rotten paper, and the anti-magic magic array on it is completely unrecognizable.

Inham looked at the scrap metal tenants, his face changed, it became more ugly than ever, he was stunned for a moment, and then he snorted coldly and turned and flew towards the central square where the killing sound was heaviest.

Ai Yimei had been mentally prepared before using the teleportation scroll, but when the blue light of the teleportation magic dissipated, she almost fell to the ground in fright.

A huge white light curtain wrapped the teleportation magic array, and Ai Yimei, who had just teleported, was naturally among them. Now her ears were filled with shouts of killing, screams, and the crashing of weapons. There are hundreds of hideous faces. Demon-like orcs swung their weapons frantically around the light curtain, striking the light curtain.

A werewolf covered in blood leaps high. But when he crashed into the white curtain of light, he was embedded in the curtain, and a Templar flew up and slashed the werewolf in two pieces from head to toe with a sword, scattering blood and entrails all over the sky. But as soon as Jiang hit the light curtain, it immediately bounced.

Under the protection of the light curtain, the corpses of the werewolves in the mutilated ground flew everywhere...... Ai Yimei only felt a twitch in her stomach, and she threw up on the ground with a wow.

There were more than twenty people wrapped in the light curtain with Ai Yimei, and if they were all dressed as high-ranking clergy. With the exception of the four cardinals and the two high-ranking Templars, the rest were all archpriests of the bishops. These are the bishops and priests of various dioceses and religious countries, who received the magic bell that warned them directly from teleportation scrolls.

The orcs' battle was just a venting battle that was carried away by rage, and no one deliberately destroyed the teleportation magic array, and by the time a few of them came to their senses, several bishops had already teleported.

The white magic of these bishops is all profound, but it is impossible to withstand the heavy weapons of the orcs in this melee combat. Finally, relying on the light and rain of Pudu sentient beings slowly falling from the air, he barely supported it. There are more and more orcs who gradually woke up, and there are gradually dozens or hundreds of orcs who are surrounded by the teleportation magic array, but fortunately, just a few cardinals teleported out, and they immediately joined forces to launch this layer with all their might.

The shield of white magic looked like it was just a translucent curtain of light, but no matter how hard the orcs outside hit, it couldn't break through. It was only as the orcs hit and collided, and the faces of the cardinals who had worked together to maintain the shield began to turn pale.

"Help. A bishop yelled at Aimeh. Now the people who appear in this teleportation magic array are naturally companions, although they are not in harmony with why it is a little girl, but they clearly feel that this is a magician.

Ai Yimei heard this in a trance, but did not react in the slightest. Her mind was tumbling like her stomach. These familiar scenes boil in the mind, arousing extreme fear and nausea, and splitting headaches.

Several bishops and archpriests were throwing walls of fire, and ice arrows were blasting at the orcs outside. Unfortunately, their elemental magic attainments are not high. The orcs outside are also very alert, and even some orcs will use some basic magic such as fireballs, and the speed at which they kill orcs is far less than the speed at which orcs are surrounded by orcs.

'Dengden, Dengden', two wild bulls, driven by the orcs, slammed into the light curtain with a thunderous hoof. As long as they are solid, not to mention the defense of this light curtain, even the city wall will not be able to resist it.

"God's power is like hell, God's grace is like the sea, fixed. "The two cardinals in the light curtain used paralysis at the same time. The two brute bulls instantly became completely stationary like clay sculptures and wood sculptures, and under inertia, the orcs riding on them flew out and crashed directly into the white magic light curtain. Without the magical support of the two cardinals, the white light curtain began to fluctuate. The other orcs slammed and swung at it like stones in a pond, causing ripples.

"I can't hold it anymore. Someone was shouting, and several cardinals looked ugly. They never thought that Celeste had just rang the bell, and the enemy had already attacked the central square, although they were all advanced white magicians, but white magic was useless in the face of these hundreds of orcs in hand-to-hand combat.

It's not that no one thought that the cardinals would teleport here with a teleportation magic array, and there were also many swordsmen on the periphery of the square who wanted to rush here, but they couldn't.

Next to the teleportation magic array, the once neat and grand central square is now in ruins.

Lancelot also had two Templars, and the trio teamed up to fight Gru. It's just four people, hitting each other, fighting, and fighting The momentum and fighting momentum generated by the fight opened up a circle of 100 meters in the center of the square, which only belonged to these four people. No one else can step into the past.

Led by Lancelot, three white lights and shadows surrounded by various auxiliary magic spells moved around the dazzling douqi mass in the middle of the person. Continuously hit each other one after another, and every time they intersect with each other, there will be an earth-shattering loud explosion, and the fighting spirit is overflowing. From time to time, a figure of a Templar would fly out with a loud bang, but it would not be long before it flew back again.

Lancelot and the two Templars were dazzling with swords in their hands. All the fighting energy and magic converged on the sword, and Gru was still bare-handed, and he still used his fist to directly touch it. It's just that his body is now full of scars, although the scars are not deep, but the red blood has dyed his whole body red.

Both Templar Earth attacks are desperate. Almost every time he takes the price of a punch to draw a sword with Gru, as long as the place where the punch is not the head, no matter how serious the injury is, it can recover quickly in the rain of light falling from the sky, and even the radiant armor that is immediately deformed and twisted under Gru's punch is restored to its original state in Pudu Sentient Beings along with the injury on the **. The rain of light within a radius of 100 meters seemed to be attracted by the glorious armor on the two Templar Knights, and instead of slowly descending, it poured directly into their bodies.

Lancelot didn't lay down his life with the two men. He is still steady and dignified, immobile as a mountain and as calm as a forest. Responsible for defending against Gru's attacks with all his might, creating opportunities for the two Templars to attack.

In fact, this is not the three of them attacking Gru. It's four. Half of the Purdue sentient beings that the Pope had used with all his might were used on this battlefield.

The attack of the three of them had completely suppressed the beast, but the more they suppressed them, the more surprised they became. The potential of this opponent is huge, and the stamina is enough. The endurance is amazing, the more it is suppressed, the power of the counterattack and the amazing momentum and murderous aura do not decrease in the slightest, but become more and more prosperous. They even felt that they were attacking with all their might, and what they were suppressing with all their might was a huge volcano of words, and if they really couldn't completely subdue it, crush it, and finally be blown to pieces and burned to ashes.

They didn't even dare to put the slightest thought out of it, as long as the pressure was reduced a little. The accumulated pressure momentum is likely to completely explode and tear them to shreds. Not only must they not relax, but they must also do their best as soon as possible, because when the light and rain of Pudu sentient beings stops, they will never have any capital to suppress it anymore.

Gru's eyes were still pitch black, but the whites of his eyes had completely turned red, which was the color of killing intent, fighting spirit and an instinct hidden in the depths of his soul that he didn't even know about, and even his originally white and dazzling fighting spirit was a little scarlet with this hint of scarlet, and a little strange green. His mind had been plunged into a hearty euphoria, and all his body, mind, spirit, fighting spirit and soul were completely burning, even more so than when he fought Lancelot in Turalleone. Even when the opponent's sword pierced into his own body, cutting the skin and flesh and cutting off the blood vessels, and the blood splashed out, it was not only painful, but also painful.

Anger, war intent, killing intent, pain, and pleasure, countless raging emotions rushed and intertwined in his body, and something was being lured out in the deepest part of his body by the waves washing and impacting.

That's what I want, that's what I want. The only thing Gru had in his little mind was this somewhat crazy concept.

With an earth-shattering roar, it was like an ancient beast that had finally broken free from the shackles of hundreds of millions of years, unleashing the murderous wildness that had accumulated for countless years. All the orcs, both fighting and dying, shuddered involuntarily.

Two Templar swords pierced through his palms, piercing through them, or rather, he grabbed them. The blade of the sword kept piercing through his palm, stabbing into his shoulder, but he also held the hilt, including the hands of the two Templars who also held the hilt.

With a pinch, the hands of the two knights silently merged with the hilt of the sword, and then with a pull, the bodies of the two Templars collided with each other. Their arms, including the glorious armor on them, were twisted and distorted like withered vines.

The hand shattered, and the two Templars didn't even snort. When they collided with each other, they could both feel the bones in their bodies shattering like dry noodles, and they didn't scream either, but took advantage of the opportunity to finally get close, and coincidentally pulled out the short dagger from their waists with their still intact hands and stabbed them into Gru's waist together.

At the same time, Lancelot's sword also pierced Gru's chest and abdomen. But Lancelot's first feeling was that he was surprised, he didn't expect to succeed so easily, his sword was actually a must to save the enemy, to save the two Templars. But if the enemy can't save himself, he naturally can't save people.

Poof, the heads of the two Templars burst open like watermelons. With his head, Gru smashed the two Templars to pieces along with their helmets. Then there was a kick out below, and the paladin flew out like a cannonball, flying in the direction of the teleportation magic array.

Lancelot flew out in a straight line with a white trail at a speed that was impossible to see with the naked eye, and several tall and sturdy orcs were suddenly shattered by flesh and blood, and then the already crumbling white magic light curtain was completely shattered.

The rain of light in the sky had not been poured into the bodies of the two Templar Knights, and no matter how magical the Radiant Armor and Purdue beings were, they would not be able to do anything against the dead who were gone. The rain of light followed Lancelot's trajectory, all pouring onto his glorious armor.

And this time, the rain of white magic light that was flying in the sky finally stopped, and the rich white magic that was originally filled with air dissipated. The forbidden spell of white magic finally consumed all the power.

Gru was covered in blood, and three long swords pierced through his body, and he still stood straight in a pool of blood.

There was another roar like that just now, and the magic swords used by the three Templars on his body were actually shattered by the fighting spirit.

All the orcs who saw this scene and heard this roar were like crazy, and this sound was completely the most desirable and original sound in the depths of their souls.