At a distance of a thousand meters, under the Holy Light Cross Sword that Lancelot launched with all his might, a huge sword qi and holy light soared into the sky. The huge body of the corpse monster only had time to give way to it slightly, and it was broken through by this holy light giant sword.

The sky was full of corpse fragments, and the corpse monster first split in two, and then completely disintegrated, and the body that had just coalesced together and changed more freely than any living creature immediately collapsed. The power of this sword not only broke through the corpse monster's body, but even the necromantic magic in it disappeared in the ascending sword qi.

"Look for death. Sandru didn't panic, he snorted coldly and looked at the Holy Light Giant Sword passing by, no matter how fast and fierce this sword was, after all, it was impossible to hurt him from such a distance. The broken pieces of corpse condensed at Sandru's feet, and they became a small corpse monster to catch him, and he had already grabbed a mass of corpses, rubbed them, threw them, and flew towards Lancelot with a black head and face.

With a sword performance, Lancelot's figure was gradually revealed in the scattered sword qi, and the castration had disappeared, this was a thousand meters in the air, and there was no room for tossing and turning. No matter how strong a warrior is, he can only be a living target in the face of a mage in such a situation. But Sandru quickly said to Asa as he struck, "Run." ”

An old swordsman like Lancelot can even disregard his own safety with all his might, in order to not only defeat the corpse monster.

All the ordinary elves on the Ancient Tree of War have left, and Elder Lloyd is flanked by the Pope, the two Tower Masters of the Tower of Teeth, and the last Templar Knights of the Church, Sylvia and Catelyn*. Just as Sandru threw his magic at Lancelot, the Pope raised his hand to heaven and chanted: "In the name of the Lord, purify." ”

A burst of white light erupted in front of the mass of carrion that Sandru had casually thrown. The carrion, along with the necromantic magic condensed on it, dissipated like the sun and snow in front of the white light. The purification technique is only a small spell in white magic, even if it is a thousand meters away, the Pope can operate it without any difference, and since it is from his hands, it is enough to help Lancelot resist this originally fatal attack.

"A woman is still a woman after all, and it is not enough to make a profit. Elder Lloyd shook his head faintly.

As early as after the meeting at the Academy of Magic, he and the Pope could see the unusual look of the female prime minister. Just in case, there are many secret secret sentinels around the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there are naturally people from the head of Roland among the guards, and the visit of Sandru and Inham naturally cannot be hidden from them. Then they went to test the tone a little, and they could guess from the look of the prime minister that she had already leaked the secret. Immediately, they all rushed over with teleportation scrolls.

Lord Porugan had arrived, too, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the battle above. He was circling the altar like an ant on a hot pot, shouting loudly for the unconscious Gru, reaching out as if to touch it, but not daring.

"What the hell is wrong with Lord Gru? Hey, you can help me come over and take a look. ”

Elder Lloyd only glanced at it, then shook his head lightly and said, "No need to bother. Even dragons and titans who have been corrupted by the aura of the dark star can only be destroyed, and he has survived until now only because of the power of the leaves of the World Tree. The little bit left of the sunwell well water can at most dispel the breath and let him continue to live. It's impossible for him to get back to his original state, he's of no use to us anymore. ”

"It's useless, you old fellow. If any orc hears this, your only fate is to be swallowed and digested into a mass of......" Lord Porugan glared at the elven elder angrily, but then he had to look dark and sigh heavily.

"They must not be allowed to escape. Elder Lloyd ignored Lord Porugan. Turning around, he struggled to spit out these words. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be even more wrinkled, and he looked like he was struggling to stand, as if he was old enough to collapse at any moment and become a pile of rotten flesh.

"Wait, Elder. Lua spoke, and it was only then that she could wake up from her shock, looking at the Pope and Lancelot above. "Why did you suddenly connect with the people of the Church? Have you forgotten what the Templar did last time?How can we help the people of the Church deal with him? He helped us through many catastrophes......

"There are no eternal enemies. Of course, there are no permanent friends. When the situation changes, the stance will naturally change as well. Now our friends are them. Not him. Elder Lloyd slowly spat out the words from his mouth that was almost drowning in wrinkles, old and decaying with helplessness and sadness. "Forget it. You don't have to understand these things, it's just me who understands......"

"That's right, I didn't want to do anything to this kid. Adley sighed slightly and nodded. She had been chanting the incantation silently since the beginning, and at this time she also raised her hand to the sky.

High in the sky, the air around Sandru and Asa cooled suddenly, and the water vapor condensed into countless huge snowflakes, and then the wind suddenly rose. The sky suddenly became polar, and a huge blizzard raged, countless palm-sized snowflakes cutting the sky full of corpses into smaller pieces and then freezing them all into ice slag.

The power of this blizzard magic is worthy of the grandmaster level, if it is against a large number of troops, such a large area of such fierce freezing air and storm is enough to cut thousands of ordinary soldiers to pieces, but it does not have much effect on people like Asa and Sandru. The fighting spirit condensed slightly, and these snowflakes of water vapor condensed on Asa's body immediately shattered themselves, and Sandru's body was already surrounded by a layer of black aura, and all the snowflakes were silently melted once they approached.

However, the purpose of this magic is not to kill people in the first place. Sandru's was better, and the barely condensed corpse at Asa's feet immediately disintegrated and shattered into countless ice shards under the blizzard, and the man also fell crookedly downward. Sandru snorted, and before he could throw the magic he had re-condensed in his hand towards Lancelot, the living corpse turned to catch the fallen Asa.

"Come down. The Lord of the Granden Tower also raised his hand, pointing at the living corpse and the two from a distance of a kilometer.

While catching Asa, the body of the living corpse suddenly sank down, as if it could not bear the weight of the two of them, and then fell straight towards the elven ancient tree. The speed of the fall was getting faster and faster, even faster than the early landing of Lancelot. Finally, the two above had to jump up and jump away from the living corpse monster at the same time, and used the featherfall technique to slow down the fall. And the speed at which this living corpse fell did not decrease at all, it was only more than a hundred meters high, and the speed was even so fast that it had already rubbed against the air and burned.

With a loud bang, the rapidly falling living corpse finally smashed into the ancient tree of war, sawdust and corpse pieces flew sideways, and a deep pit was smashed out of the hard ancient tree, and even the entire ancient tree seemed to shake. This small living corpse actually has such a whereabout, like a tens of thousands of catties of meteorite that fell nine days away.

The living corpse in the pit was still moving, like a person who had been stepped on but didn't die, and struggled to get up and flutter, but this corpse monster, which was originally extremely agile, was now as slow as a snail in every movement. A cold snap rushed by. The wreckage instantly condensed into a piece of blue-white ice, and then after the crisp sound of dense kalakala, the completely frozen wreckage was completely pulled into pieces by its own gravity that had increased dozens of times.

Adrid and the Lord of the Grandon Tower just stopped, and with the combined efforts of the two top elemental magicians, this living corpse was completely destroyed in an instant, and no matter how high Sandru's magic power was, it was impossible to operate this corpse that was already broken beyond shattering, and even the tiniest part of the body was destroyed by ice.

Except for Lancelot. Everyone has more than half of their spare energy to deal with any unexpected situation. But everyone is already a top powerhouse in each field, even if they haven't discussed it in advance, but the timing of each other's attacks and the way they attack are all perfectly matched. Now in the open space, the two of them can only rely on the feather falling technique to descend slowly.

"That young man seems to have an anti-demon enchantment on him?" said the Lord of Granddon Tower. He was going to pull Asa down with him.

"He put on the robe of the Ghost King, and it is not easy to deal with. Magnus squinted"

Midair. Asa had put on the robe of the Ghost King. Otherwise, the small gravitational field just now could have thrown him and Sandru half to death together.

After a long time, I put on this robe again, but the feeling is completely different from the previous one. It seemed that this robe had become a part of the extension of the body, and the aura of the body gradually increased between the fibers of the robe, and then emanated in a strange way, forming a circle of force fields related to his qi around it.

"Hey, old man. It doesn't seem good. I don't have a teleportation scroll. Do you have it?" Asa yelled in mid-air.

"Nope. Even if they do, they will never give you a chance to use it. Sandru's face was ugly.

"Then you may not be able to escape if you really want to. ”

Sandru's eyes were bloodshot. What's even heavier is the unprecedented murderous and dead aura that permeates the eyes. He just glanced at the ground and then turned to look at Lancelot, who was also in mid-air. Compared to those well-groomed opponents on the ground, this is the easiest target to kill right now. It is also the most obstructive opponent.

"If you can't escape, you will kill it. There was no more corpse around, and Sandru put his hand into his mouth, and with a slight force, pulled out a fontanelle that was still stained with blood, which was his own. He gnawed on the edge of his horn with blood, and the breath he exhaled was full of blood, like a fierce beast that had been dormant for thousands of years and finally had to show its long-lost fangs.

"Attack that necromancer. "Elder Lloyd gives orders to the elven patrols. The black warbow in Kailin's hand let out a thunderous roar, and a thick green light shot straight at Sandru in midair.

"I can't stop this. Asa shouted as he watched the elf open her bow. He understood the power of the black warbow, a weapon left behind by the Elven Queen Isabella, the founder of the forests of Turalea, and said to have been the Phantom Bow used by the elves to guard the Whispering Forest.

He didn't need to shout Sandru to understand, he had to turn his head and pour all his anger and killing intent into the oncoming green arrow light. With a scream, the tooth in his finger turned into a dead white afterimage that shot out, just as it crashed into the green light that was about to hit him.

The green arrow qi glow is as thick as a bucket, and such an arrow once killed several * divisions in an instant, and even Assa, who is now wearing the robe of the Ghost King, may not be able to stand this arrow. The trail of the tooth was thin, disproportionately small compared to the fierce green light, and the scream that broke through the air was like a hoarse struggle before the thunderous roar of the green light. But as soon as such teeth slammed into the arrowlight, the arrowlight suddenly dispersed. It crumbled and disintegrated like a deceptive illusion, but the tooth was not damaged in the slightest, still rushing along its original trajectory towards the elven archers below with that hoarse and lifeless scream.

Caitlin* had been preparing, and as her hands were waved outward, a thick wall of ice condensed in midair. Sylvia also pushed Kailin away.

This elven archer is definitely the most powerful and vulnerable point here, and the reason the two Templars didn't participate in the attack was because they were always ready to help the others defend. Even if they were surrounded by top powerhouses, they had an advantage against the necromancers in mid-air, and they did not relax in the slightest in spirit.

At this time, Asa also struck, and two necromantic fireballs collided with each other in midair. Then scattered into a rain of green fire falling all over the sky. It's a pity that with his half-magic level, the magic battle at this level has no effect. With a wave of his hand, Adridad snapped into the sky with a huge curtain of blue water, turning all the rain of fire into nothing.

Only Sandru's shot caught the attention of everyone else.

The wall of ice in mid-air was wide enough to withstand even a thunderous bullet, but now it seemed to have no effect, and the teeth passed through without hindrance, leaving only a small hole in it. At this time, the elven patrol had been pushed away, but the teeth were also bent in a strange arc, and they were still shooting at her.

Dodging this kind of weird magic is never the best way to do it. Sylvia's Divine Guardian Shield had condensed into a small diamond shape, standing squarely in front of the white tooth remnant.

There was no collision or sound, just a scream like the moaning of a dying old woman, and Sylvia fell to her knees.

The Holy Guardian Shield, which claims to be able to withstand any attack, is not shattered, but is still condensed in the arms of the Templar Knight. It's just that there's a small hole in it, like in the ice wall. In the same way, Sylvia had a small hole in his chest, so small that no blood was even coming out, and his people were kneeling there without moving, and even the expression on his face was completely frozen.

The walls of ice condensed in mid-air fell first and shattered. There was a loud bang. The kneeling Templar suddenly shattered at the same time. Someone who was so vigorous and powerful just now. Suddenly, it was completely and completely scattered, as if he had been barely gathered together with a pile of flour.

The armor and the clothes on him were still there. It's just that all the limbs, organs, bones, and even teeth and hair of this person are scattered and broken, and all of them are wrapped together into a pile of inexplicable paste-like things that slowly overflow in all directions.

The elven patrolmen were so frightened that they didn't even seem to be able to scream. If it weren't for Sylvia blocking this for him, I'm afraid it would be her right now.

Lancelot had already landed quickly with the help of the Lord of the Grandon Tower, and he naturally saw this scene very clearly, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

It's just that no one including him made any changes, just watched Sandru and Asa slowly descend with the feather falling technique. Everyone knew that what the protective ice wall and the Holy Guardian Shield that the *Division had condensed with all their might could not resist, they were also not sure that they could resist it. And Sandru's current actions show that what he throws next time can only be more difficult to resist than this.

He didn't reach out to pull out his own teeth, but grabbed the little finger of his left hand with his right hand and gently pulled it like a bottle cork, and the whole finger was torn off by himself. The gushing blood and fingers mixed together into a dazzling and strange blood light, beating in the palm.

Sandru didn't throw out this ball of blood either. No matter how powerful this necromantic magic is from a self-mutilating body, it can only knock out one person at a time. Others who were ready would never give him a third shot.

During the feather fall technique, the two slowly slid down on the top of the ancient tree.

"Be cautious, you only get one shot. The Pope suddenly spoke and said to Sandru.

"One time is enough. Sandru was laughing, his mouth open, and his dead white teeth were covered in blood. Even Asa, who was beside him, felt his hairs stand on end.

"Not enough. There are a lot of us. The Pope shook his head. "You can only choose one. If it were me and the two tower masters, you would be eighty percent sure. If it's Lancelot, you'll only have forty percent at most, at least I'll do my best to help him out. If there are two people to help him resist, you don't even have two layers of certainty. And how sure can you resist the full force of other people?"

"And it's not necessarily of much use for you to make a move. The Pope paused and said. "Your goal is to let this kid escape. But do you think that if you are subdued by us, will he escape, even if he will escape, even if he has the robe of the ghost king, and in a state of confusion, he will be able to escape under the siege of Lancelot and the tens of thousands of elves here? ”

The Pope turned to Asa and said, "Even if you can escape, can so many people on this continent escape? Friends, can you escape? If you run away, they'll all die. ”

"Don't say so great, why don't you die?" Sandru scoffed.

"I don't mind dying if it's useful. The Pope replied loudly, resolute on the feminine face that had belonged to Adra. "People are responsible for living, don't be so selfish just for yourself. Don't be cowardly and run away, if it's a man, take it yourself. ”

"You don't have to preach here, you poor creature who takes up other people's shells, what's his responsibility?" Sandru laughed angrily.

"I mean you're responsible. The Pope turned sharply to look at Sandru and roared. "If it weren't for your wayward behavior twenty years ago. If it weren't for the twenty years of evasion, how could you have all this today? You already knew about this kid's background, but you didn't do anything, you didn't say anything to him, what are you afraid of? And now you feel a troubled conscience? You owe him? You want to exchange your own life for his life? You are not much smarter than Vidnina, you only have your own ...... in your eyes."

"Shut up. Sandru jerked his hand up at the Pope. The bright red light of blood leaped rapidly between his hands. Like a bloodthirsty goblin. The color of his eyes was even redder and brighter than this light.

With this action of his land. The atmosphere, which was already tense to the extreme, immediately reached an extreme. Magical fluctuations reverberated among several top-level mages, like an invisible giant volcano spewing out the breath of the earth that was about to erupt.

"Enough. Asa finally spoke. He gently patted Sandru on the shoulder. "He's right, I'm not going to run away. Doing so won't solve anything. ”

"You ......" The murderous look in Sandru's eyes suddenly turned to anger, and he turned his head to glare at Asa.

Assa's face was extremely calm, he just shook his head, and then nodded: "Thank you." ”

"Don't be nervous, I already knew what you were going to do, and if I wanted to escape, I would have already escaped. Asa looked at the Pope and Lancelot and sighed. "Although you are all enemies, and I have at least a hundred reasons to kill you, I have to admit that what you say has a point. I can't run and I won't run. ”

With his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Adelity had to look at him with those peach blossom eyes, then turned to look at Lua, shrugged his shoulders slightly, as if to say to her and to himself, "He's a good man." ”

Both the Pope and Lancelot nodded, their expressions complicated. After all, if Asa could really leave Sandru and run away desperately, they couldn't be sure that he would be left behind.

In addition to rejoicing and breathing a sigh of relief, it is more of a recognition and touching. An enemy who can be felt recognized and moved by people is often more worthy of respect than a friend. What's more, the decision he made was already the most respectable one. The Pope sighed and said, "Your parents should be proud to have a son like you." ”

The magic in Sandru's hand had been taken back, his eyes were strange, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

"Since you don't run away, you have to face it and solve it. I hope you all can help me. ”

"Of course, that's what our plan is, you just have to follow our arrangement......"

"I'm sorry, you might be mistaken. Asa waved his hand. "Just because I'm not running away doesn't mean I'm going to do what you have laid out for me. Although this matter must be resolved, I don't want to die, or rather, I want to try not to die. ”

"You're not going to die, because I'm not dead. A voice rang out suddenly. "As long as I don't die, you can't die, and I won't allow you to die. ”

"Did you hear that? I said he couldn't die. The man stood up and looked at the stunned crowd and said word by word. "So it is not that he listens to you, but that you all have to listen to us. ”