Bang –

One by one, the Mamluk cavalry, which was unable to regain momentum, crashed into the black shield that stood up.

Blood, leaving a series of ravines on the shield wall.

A drop of blood followed the pattern on the shield and landed on the side of the ghost's relief mouth—its eyes rolled imperceptibly, and the tongue on the edge of its mouth quickly licked the blood into its mouth.

The ghost-faced relief narrowed its eyes with a look of enjoyment.

It didn't dare to overdo it, so it could only steal two bites from time to time.

The weak soul floating in the air, as long as it gets closer, will be carried by the yin wind and sucked into the mouth of the ghost-faced relief.

Before going into battle, Lothar had already told this guy not to make the scene too ugly, and he wouldn't even be able to go back when the time came—if others knew that he was surrounded by vampires, werewolves, and evil spirits.

How can Lothar's magic stick trick continue?

His purpose in bringing Saladin down was not to replace Saladin and fight a fierce battle with the crusaders led by the three emperors in his own territory in the future.

"What the hell is this guy all about?"

"My one-way drill and bone gouging obviously hit this guy, but he only paused his body a little and resumed his movements."

"Isn't it possible that there is a giant dragon hidden under his human skin?"

Mudryghi waved his cane.

Saladin unconsciously covered his ears, and the terrifying screams were like the chaotic wails of countless evil spirits from the invisible perspective of people.

The mounts under their crotch paced back and forth restlessly, and some of the Casaji guards looked around frequently.

If you look at it from a spiritual perspective, you can see the evil spirits like bones, dragging their bodies like smoke, passing through the middle of the Kasaji guards.

Ordinary people can't see them.

Their state of existence is more like Frigila's description of the vampires of this world, "covered in the stench of decay".

In fact, there are a lot of mortals who are happy to kiss the vampire woman.

They are also not evil spirits transformed from the souls of the living under normal circumstances.

Rather, Mudryghi used his own spells to nourish the souls of the living, and raised monsters similar to daytime demons.

It's completely different from what people think of as evil spirits.

I saw these evil spirits speeding through the battlefield, they were not afraid of the midday sun, nor the majestic blood of the soldiers in the battle, like an army mixed in the Mamluks, killing Lothar.

In Mudrygui's eyes, Lothar was not only the leader of the Crusader cavalry, but also the master of the holy lance.

This artifact full of divine power, the restraint effect on him is too obvious, this is a good thing, otherwise he would not have coveted the holy spear, but this is also a bad thing, the fire dragon can carry a shot from Lothar, but it is not a light or serious wound, if it is him, there is a high probability that if it is a shot, most of his lives will be gone.

In Lothar's spiritual vision, countless terrifying spirits mixed with the Mamluk cavalry were roaring towards him.

These creatures were so cunning that they sensed the oppression of the ghost-faced shields from afar, so they scattered in all directions, and some even mixed with the ranks of the Crusader cavalry, bypassing the shield wall and charging towards Lothar.

Lothar has been freed from the shackles of Mudrygi's spells at this time, as a dragonborn, his magic resistance attribute is already high, and the luck black dragon is exempted from some spell effects, so that Mudrygui's long-brewing killing move is directly weakened into a binding spell.

But most of his strength has been overdrawn to the Holy Spear, and there is really no good way to deal with these evil spirits at the moment.

"Leave it to me."

Prajna's voice was low, but it was clear to Lothar's ears.

I saw her chanting the ancient mantra softly: "Dust to dust, dust to dust"

Lying across the huge shield wall in front of Lothar, the black grimace suddenly froze, its upper and lower mouths slowly opened, and the black hole in its mouth revealed a path to hell.

The dark earth, the dusk spring water, the moss-covered stone bridges that lie on both sides of the river

Ivan's mouth opened wide in surprise.

He couldn't see the tide of evil spirits, and in his eyes, the shield wall was clearly meant to send them to the boundless purgatory.

"This is the road to hell!"

Baron Fulk's face was full of horror and remorse: "The punishment for disobeying God's will is coming, and if we continue to go forward, we will fall into Hell forever and never be saved, listen to my Ivan, we should withdraw." ”

Overhead, Shermel, who was sitting in the saddle of the dragon, had a helpless smile on his face.

He muttered in a low voice, "Mudrygi - hey, I underestimated you." ”

The fire dragon hovered in midair, its eyes were full of ferocity, as a high dragon species, the sky overlord of Scandinavia, when had it been bullied like this? It swore that it would incinerate the cunning insects.

Even if Shermel refuses to allow it, it must take revenge, otherwise how can it wash away its shame?

Seeming to feel the fire dragon's strong desire for revenge, Shermel patted the fire dragon's head lightly: "Your intention to take revenge has long been seen. ”

The dragon let out a roar in response.

Shermael looked at the army of evil spirits surging like a tide below, and sighed: "How could I leave you here alone?" You're right, there's no better chance for revenge. ”

He has a dragon, can attack from a high position, has strong mobility, and even if he loses, he has Mudrygui's backing - this kind of undead spell, yin guy, it is impossible for him to dabble in space spells, right?

The risk has been minimized.

"Go down, man, and use your breath to send these Franks to purgatory!"

Shermel's body was surrounded by a terrifying magical aura.

I saw a thunderbolt flash.

In the desert, the rarest thunder came one after another.

In the mouth of the fire dragon, an extremely high temperature was condensed, causing the surrounding air to be scorched and distorted.

The army of evil spirits surging on the ground was sucked in by the hell gate that was controlled by the Prajna as soon as it got closer.

But this thunderbolt made Lothar immediately raise her head.

The body of the fire dragon is getting closer and closer.

Lothar, who also has the dragon's breath, naturally can't be unrecognizable, this is the precursor of the fire dragon's imminent breath - this kind of dragon species that is higher than the tyrannical dragon, once its breath is completely released, these crusader cavalry around him are afraid that they will be defeated in an instant.

But as the dragon drew closer, the Crusader cavalry didn't feel much fear.

They all looked at Lothar, led by some of the Religious Knights, and let out a frenzied and excited cry: "Holy Spear to destroy the demons!" ”

"O will of God, exert your divine might again!"

"St. Lothar!"

The name was finally shouted.

Some religious knights even proclaimed: "The Almighty and All-Knowing Father, the Lord who created all things visible and invisible, who was born as a man to save the world, returned to Heaven on the third day of the Passion, and will return to earth in the future." ”

"The Marquis of Lothar is the new Holy Son!"