Bang!

As soon as the magic arrow flew near the door of the store, it was forcibly blocked by the figure that rushed out. The magic was like lightning, scurrying around the captain's body, but it didn't cause him any damage.

Seeing this, Ronald hurriedly took a step forward and protected the mage behind him.

Christine's voice behind him was still flat: "That guy has an anti-magic ring, plus the protection of the Holy Light Technique, it is difficult for low-level magic to work." ”

"In that case. Ronald didn't look back, his eyes were firm: "This guy, leave it to me." ”

After a rush of pace, four more swordsmen with holy light rushed out of the room.

Ronald was a little surprised to see that they were more or less mottled with blood and that their eyes were full of resentment.

So quickly, those ordinary swordsmen were dealt with?Could it be that the church really hated Christine so much?Strange, why didn't the city guards come?Or was Anina intercepted halfway through?

These thoughts were only fleeting, and he did not dare to be distracted by the enemy's siege. His eyes narrowed slightly, concentrating his full attention. His head, swaying slightly, kept scanning back and forth at the five swordsmen who fanned close to him. His body also bowed slightly, and the tip of his sword slanted upward, ready for a standard defensive posture.

Glancing at the corpse of his companion on the ground, the resentment in Captain Miander's eyes became even more fierce. He looked at Bilemon and the others, who were still fighting on the rooftop, and his brow furrowed, he had not expected such a young fellow to disrupt their plan of action.

Damn! this brunette kid who suddenly appeared......

Captain Miranda suddenly reached out and pulled out a scroll, and followed it with a rapid mutter.

Christine's calm expression finally showed a hint of melancholy, and he pointed the short wooden staff at Ronald and began to silently recite the incantation of petrifying his skin.

After two breaths, the spells of both sides were completed almost simultaneously.

Ronald saw a golden eagle suddenly fly out of the scroll, and it swept around the heads of the five men, turning into brilliant stars and scattering them completely. And Ronald himself suddenly felt that his body had become a little cold. He was startled, and quickly twisted his body, realizing that his hands and feet had become a little stiff.

Before he could speak, the mage's flat tone came from behind him: "Don't be nervous, that's the 'Body Protector Stone Skin'." ”

Ronald didn't say anything, he just moved his body to make sure that he wouldn't lose his agility because of this before he spoke: "Scare me." ”

"And me. ”

Before the words fell, Christine, who was ready for the next magic, stretched out her short wooden staff and pointed at the corpse of the big man on the ground. A blood-colored light poured into the corpse's mouth, revealing an indescribable treacherous look on the face, which had been pale from excessive blood loss. The corpse's eyes also began to burst into blood under the effect of that red light, and they became red, as if they were about to bulge out.

Snort, snort.

A screeching sound of metal grinding sounded on the ground. After a convulsion, the still warm corpse suddenly got up, staggered like a marionette with a long sword, and moved to Ronald's side.

Although he knew that Christine had transformed into an inhuman necromancer, Ronald, who saw a dead man really standing up for the first time, couldn't help but be shocked.

The sight of the corpse grinning like an idiot slowly approaching him, especially the red eyes that were bulging so red that they almost burst out, made him feel a little creepy. Ronald couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he didn't care about covering Christine at the moment, he quickly moved a few steps to the side, keeping a safe distance from the sluggish corpse. With a wary gaze, he glanced at the corpse to the side from time to time.

Christine didn't care about Ronald's small movements, he just reminded softly: "Protect yourself, the other side just released the 'crowd of passion', and their own 'prayer technique' is combined with their own ......"

Before the words fell, the five people on the opposite side rushed over.

Da-da-da-da.

The figure running forward was like a gust of wind, and the iron-clad boots made a rush of footsteps on the stone bricks.

So fast!

Ronald frowned and hurriedly swung his sword to block. With a crisp sound, he kicked his heels on the ground and quickly took a big leap back.

As soon as he dodged the pursuit of a short-haired blonde, he saw the long sword in the hand of the brown-haired man on the side stabbing him in the chest.

Ronald secretly screamed that something was wrong, and was about to provoke the ice mirror technique, but as soon as he was halfway up his hand, he was forced to stop by the captain's sudden slash. In desperation, he had no choice but to roll sideways, narrowly avoiding the captain's attack. But the clothes on his back were cut out, and a large piece of brass appeared on his back. The cold coolness passed by the skin, which made Ronald who was still tumbling in his heart feel afraid.

Fortunately, the big man's corpse wielded a cross sword and rescued Ronald from the siege in time.

A few metal clangs rang out, and the corpse, which had moved to Ronald's vicinity, came to a halt as he raised his sword in one hand and slashed at the Church swordsmen who were about to pursue.

Ronald, who had not yet gotten up, saw that the seemingly clumsy marionette was attacking with extreme ferocity. The speed of swinging the sword was completely disproportionate to the staggering pace. However, it was only a ferocious and swift swing of the sword, and the corpse's attack action was completely undisciplined, just slashing indiscriminately in place.

Ronald breathed a sigh of relief, and with his left hand on his toes, he quickly jumped up and immediately returned to a standing position.

The captain, who was going to kill Ronald in one fell swoop, couldn't help but snort coldly. Glancing at the heretical mage, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and suddenly shouted, "Go, don't give that guy time to cast a spell!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his foot and bypassed the corpse's attack range from the side, holding on to a holy light, trying to interrupt Christine's spell casting.

Bite!

The captain, who was charging towards the mage, crashed into Ronald's ice mirror. In the next second, the crystal clear thin noodles turned into powder under the mutual force, with a little bit of light, sprinkled down.

The ice mirror that Ronald provoked in time only slowed down the captain's offensive rhythm, but this time, it made Christine, who was reciting the incantation, able to use the whip of thorns smoothly. As the last syllable of the incantation was completed, a half-human-high crimson thorn forest suddenly appeared on the ground beneath Christine. Those three-meter-long thick vines were all covered with a layer of blood-colored sharp teeth. They writhed there like snakes spitting letters, holding the mage tightly in the middle, forming a circle.

"Leave me alone, just protect yourself. ”

Ronald glanced at the source of the voice, and saw that the mage's emaciated cheeks were calm and unhurried, still as calm as water. After seeing the mage's expression, Ronald stopped being distracted to take care of him, and instead focused on the enemy head-on.

Smack!

There were a few crisp touchdowns, and the captain and his two men were forced back several steps by the blood-colored thorns. Then, the corpse controlled by the mage also began to move towards Christine.

Seeing the corpse trying to join the heretic, the brown-haired swordsman gave the blond short-haired a look and rushed to the captain's side with his sword.

And the short blonde hair that Ronald faced carefully changed his body shape and blocked Ronald's front.

Finding that his opponent had a one-on-one plan, Ronald sneered in his heart. As his thoughts flowed, the steel sword in his hand became even more blue, and finally condensed into a crystal but sharp ice surface.

Da-da-da-da.

The boots slammed to the ground, and Ronald was on his toes, dragging his sword in both hands and rushing towards the blonde.

Staring at the blue firefly who was pointing diagonally to the ground, the brow with short blond hair couldn't help frowning, but there was no trace of fear on his face.

In the next moment, the blade that swept up rapidly and the cross sword that slashed down sharply slashed together.

While!

A gust of wind suddenly burst out, blowing the cloak behind the short-haired blonde into a hunting sound.

Catching a glimpse of the cracked ice streak on the long sword in his hand, Ronald didn't care. Unable to strike a single blow, he quickly took a step forward, adjusted his body's center of gravity, and changed the direction of the sword's attack to an oblique slash. And at the same time as he swung his sword, the ice surface that had opened a gap also returned to the sharpness of Shicai under the replenishment of Ronald's magic power.

Not to be outdone, the blonde raised his weapon and slashed down again.

While!

Both felt numbness and pain in their arms.

Suddenly, the captain's angry voice came: "Die, heretic!"

Ronald quickly glanced sideways and saw that the captain had pulled out another scroll. This time, he didn't chant the incantation, but directly tore it open and detonated the power of the inner circle. The third-order magic burst flame stored in the scroll, centered on the mage, suddenly exploded into a large cloud of flames.

Not good!

Seeing the surging red mang, Ronald subconsciously stirred up an ice mirror and blocked it in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

After a series of loud bangs, a dazzling fire like incandescent burst out in front of the mage, completely submerging Christine's figure in the sea of fire. The corpse, which was swinging its sword wildly, and the blood-colored thorn forest, which was constantly whipping, were blown to nothing by the violent explosion, and a large scorched mass of flesh and broken branches were splattered. But the flames had not completely dissipated, and with a strong aftermath, it swept all the way around.

Ronald only felt a strong burning sensation coming over him, and he didn't care whether the ice mirror worked or not, and hurriedly fell to his stomach.

A wave of heat rushed down his back.

Before the heat wore off, Ronald rolled and jumped up nimblely. As soon as he jumped to his feet, he glanced at the mage urgently. Ronald's eyes were full of worry, he was afraid that under the violent explosion just now, Kerry would not be able to withstand the power of the magic.

In the smoke and dust in the sky, the mage's emaciated figure appeared, and a pale protective film drove the smoke and dust away.