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The white-clothed priest watched all this expressionlessly, and under the infusion of the magic of light, the hedges on all sides grew wildly, and in an instant, they were about six or seven zhang high, like a wall of thorns.

A muscular ogre, holding a mace, bounced off the ground and fell directly above the white-clad priest, making a whirring sound of wind.

Rumble!

A golden disc slashed away and slammed into the mace, and the two suddenly let out a dull pop.

I don't know what kind of material that mace is made of, and with the blessing of no magic inscription, it is still so hard, and the white-clothed priest has to admire the master forger hidden in the misty forest.

Burst!

More than a dozen cyan thorns pierced out, piercing through the ogre's body, and turned into a bloody brush, blood gushing out, and the severe pain made it let out a terrible howl.

The thorns are densely covered with barbs, and a large piece of flesh and bone will be torn off if they are scraped, and the thorns are still infiltrating into the body, watching more than ten cyan thorns, destroying their body organs little by little.

The ogre died of pain after being tortured for several breaths, his body hanging high and blood gushing down.

The dwarves' faces were extremely pale, and they knew that they had encountered a hard stubble, but the ogre's eyes became more and more scarlet, as if this bloody scene in front of them would cause their battle intent to boil violently.

Roar!

The ogres opened their mouths, and their two yellow and white, bloodshot fangs looked unusually hideous and terrifying.

Tiny dwarves, don't look at their short stature, but their strength is amazing.

In groups of three or five, they launched a series of additional guns and crossbows, aimed at the cage fence, and in the roar, the tongue of fire made the void blurred.

Boom!Boom~~

It is equivalent to a missile power cannon, continuously bombarding, the big crossbow drills when it sees a crack, once it is shot, even if it is a great magister, the body will be torn apart by the powerful force.

The dwarves' forging craft is a genius that no one can match.

In the history of the continent, there is no shortage of great cultivators, who were killed by the hand-forged tools of the dwarves.

This is also why the white-clothed priest specially bought a dozen thorn flower seeds in the church for self-defense before entering the misty forest, and his heart palpitations were forged by the dwarves, powerful cannons and crossbows!

"Compendium of Warcraft": Thorn Flower fourth-level plant system Warcraft, most of them inhabit the netherworld and dark valleys, and are not nourished by the sun all year round, so their vitality is extremely tenacious, and they survive and evolve by devouring the weak and small, the weak are eaten, and the strong are stronger.

Thorn flowers and yellow scale bees, human-faced spiders, are social monsters, a single thorn flower may not even be able to beat the swordsman, but the swarm of thorn flowers, will be everyone's nightmare, there was a magic master, deep in a radius of thorn flowers, he persisted for three days and three nights, after the magic power was exhausted, was bitten by the thorn flower beyond recognition, and was finally rescued by the rescue team, and soon passed away.

A dwarf armed with a black sledgehammer said something to the ogre's leader.

The ogre leader let out a shout, and dozens of ogres formed a stormtrooper, with red eyes and fierce concentration, and pounced on one side without fear of death.

Bang bang~~

One by one, the mace fell, and every time it fell, the countless barbs on the mace would tear off a large piece of thorns.

Burst!

A thorn was held in the palm of an ogre's palm, and the countless barbs on the thorn made its palm bloody but painless.

He directly ripped off the thorn, and a crack suddenly appeared in the thorn cage like a turtle shell.

The four dwarves' eyes widened, and the long-standing crossbow suddenly launched, and with a snort of the air-breaking wind, the twenty-centimeter-long crossbow shot directly into the gap.

Boom!!!!

The high-level magic, "The Guardian of the Angels of Holy Light", broke instantly, leaving extremely shallow burn marks on the white-clothed robes.

The white-clothed priest's face was pale, and a sense of fear was born in his eyes, he knew that if he continued like this, he would die here sooner or later.

"I am a servant of the goddess, a devout believer of light, in a place where the light shines, how can you pagans kill me?!" the white-clothed priest shouted angrily, and a blazing golden light burst out from his body, and more than twenty ogres surged up to let out a scream of pain, blinding their eyes and oozing blood.

The Magus has both elementary, intermediate, and high-level spells, and can instantaneously activate beginner and intermediate magic, and has also reached the point of proficiency in high-level spells, and the more advanced Magus can instantly send elementary, intermediate, and high-level spells, and freely release any magic, which is equivalent to a humanoid destruction machine, and the 10,000-strong army is not enough to kill.

A beam of light descended from the sky, as if it was shooting out of the bright sun, and entered the heavenly spirit cover of the white-clothed priest.

A pure light magic power rippled out like water waves, and with a bang, the golden storm appeared again, even greater than the one that attacked Li Jun, condensing the majestic magic power of a generation of magicians.

I saw that at the center of the white-clothed priest's eyebrows, an inscription suddenly appeared, exuding a wave of divine fluctuations.

Blessed by the gods!

This is the killer weapon of all the clergy to save their lives, once they release the blessing power given by the gods, they will be able to sweep through the powerhouses of one or two realms higher than themselves, or a great realm!

The white-clothed priest is desperate, each blessing power can only be released once, this time after the release, he will no longer have the blessing of the gods, not only is a killer weapon gone, but the perception of light, as well as the speed of cultivating light magic, will be greatly reduced, which can be said to be a serious loss.

Lying on the side, like a very ordinary dwarf, after perceiving a trace of divine fluctuations permeating out, his eyes lit up slightly, looking at the dark iron hammer on the ground, he clenched his hands tightly, and lifted it up with great difficulty.

This dwarf is the warrior of the tribe, not every dwarf can be crowned with the title of warrior, and every dwarf who receives the title of warrior is a powerful monk.

Airplanes~~

The dwarf's waist was forced, and it spun violently in place like a spinning top, and the black hammer tore through the air with a terrible humming sound.

Rumble!!!!

The black iron hammer swirled in the void, as fast as a black lightning, and smashed into a thorn cage fence, and in an instant, the thorn cage cracked, and the terrifying force smashed directly on the white-clothed priest's robe.

Laugh at~~~

The inscriptions on the robe broke one by one, and the speed was extremely fast, and after three breaths, the robe became tattered.

Burst!

The black iron hammer smashed the chest of the white-clothed priest Chi Guo into it, and then, after the five internal organs were squeezed by the external force, they squirted out from his back, the scene was terrifying, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

A blood mark appeared on the white-clothed priest's eyebrows, the divine fluctuations dissipated, and with a pop, the skull exploded, and the brain burst out, turning into a pile of rotten meat.

The young dwarf, slightly pale, leaned against a companion's body, his arms trembling.

More than a dozen dwarves struggled to lift the black hammer and threw it into a large tattered iron box, making a deafening "boom" sound.

More than twenty strong demonic beasts pulled the big iron box and drove quickly towards the depths of the forest.

Ogres and dwarves also retreated like a tidal wave.

......

The capital of the Koro Empire, inside the Royal Palace.

The king, ministers, heads of various colleges, cardinals, and some clergy gathered around the big screen, carefully observing the movements of each college.

Tutor Morin frowned and glanced at Principal Amu with a worried face, who shook his head helplessly, looking a little melancholy.

A day ago, when fifty Knights of Light attacked Li Jun, his signal suddenly disappeared, and Principal Amu asked the official about the situation, and the latter said that there were countless situations for the disappearance of the signal.

For example, the participant destroys the signal receiver, the participant is in danger and has died, the participant has strayed into a certain place, resulting in the signal not being received, etc.

In the past few days, there have also been some students' signals that have suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared after a while, and there are also individual students' signals that have been in a state of not being received.

At this moment, the cardinal's brow suddenly trembled, and a terrifying magic power surged, enveloping the entire hall, and many people couldn't help but kneel, breaking out in a cold sweat.

In an instant, the terrifying magic power dissipated, and King Koro frowned rather dissatisfied, and asked the cardinal archbishop, "Honorable archbishop, has something happened?"

The cardinal archbishop said in a calm tone, "A white-clothed priest died in the misty forest. ”

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then shocked.

What did a white-clothed priest do in the Misty Forest? Why did he appear in the Misty Forest just in time for the Imperial School Competition? Why did he die in the Misty Forest?

He was the supreme leader of the Church in the Koro Empire, overseeing religious affairs throughout Koro. According to the Pope's decree, the goddess walked in Koro's eyes, and all the traces, lives and deaths of the clergy who entered the country, could not escape the gaze of his eyes.

Even if it is thousands of miles away, sitting firmly in the imperial palace, the cardinal archbishop said that a white-clothed priest died in the misty forest, that is absolutely true.

"Your Majesty, please send a brave army of soldiers, with my servants, to bring back the body of the sacrificial clergyman, who will fly with the light to the realm of Bliss. Cardinal Archbishop said solemnly.

King Koro nodded and said softly, "May that brave white-clothed priest rest in peace." ”

The cardinal archbishop nodded in gratitude, then turned his head away, his eyes suddenly cold.

"Anyone who dares to oppose the light will be judged in the most cruel way!"

Half an hour later, the Church troops stationed in the Koro Empire assembled and formed an expeditionary order, led by four Grand Knight Captains, and rushed towards the Misty Forest.