"Bang!"

Legend has it that an elephant would die if he fell, and although the Templars did not have the proportions of an elephant, the sheer inertia of the forward rush and the weight of the armor allowed him to fall hard and the helmet flew out.

The Templars were devastated by gravity, but the magical confinement was also lifted by the pain, and he hurried forward, thrust his flat-headed dagger into the gap in his tibia, and pry it twice.

"Ahh The loud screams startled the Templars who were fighting the wildlings, and he looked at them with a serious face, but he already knew in his heart that his brother, who had been training with him in the monastery since childhood, was no longer good.

"When the sun rises tomorrow, you'll be in the Western Elysium."

Simply praying for the first human to be killed by himself, he drew his dagger and walked towards the wildling's warband, and the Templars, who sensed the crisis, immediately entered a state of rage, and their combat power increased instantly, and for a while they broke free from the entanglement of the wildlings and rushed towards them.

"Soul Imprisonment!"

"Bang!"

The same story was unfolding, but before the Templar's body could begin to fall, the brutalist's wooden stick smashed into his helmet, causing the helmet and the protected items inside to fly out with such a force, leaving a headless horsemann in its wake.

"You've got your weapon." Tusel said as he looked at the Headless Horseman's dropped weapon.

The savage threw away the stick in his hand, picked up the helmet and one-handed sword at his feet, and raised the crossbow.

The flickering flames in the sconces make the church flicker and flicker, as if to proclaim the profanity of the place.

Stepping into the inner corridor of the church, the scurrier kicked open the utility room, and the savage rushed in, and only to hear the ping-pong sound twice, an ugly servant was dragged out.

"Don't kill me, there are eight Templars in Baitin, and the remaining four are in the dungeon, so I'll take you there." The servant said, pointing to the large cross under the vaulted ceiling of the church, "I have not lied to you, I can swear to God!" ”

"Lead the way." Teaser said.

The entrance to the dungeon was in the prayer room, and the lock on the iron plate had been opened, and someone had entered it first.

"It's the bishop, and no one has the key but him." The servant said.

The wild man pushed his servant aside, then opened the floor door, and when he heard a bang, he quickly ducked to the side, and saw that the crossbow bolts that flew out were stuck in the roof of the shed above his head.

Seeing this, the wild man straightened up, grabbed the servant, and then jumped into the dungeon together in his struggle.

Crash Hyun and screams rang out, and Tusee jumped in, only to see that the servant had been shot in the corner, and the wild man had been shot two arrows, and was being crushed by the two Templars.

"Soul Imprisonment!" He unleashed his skill at one of the knights, then raised his crossbow and aimed his shot, the bolt pierced into his eye socket accurately, and the other knight immediately took a shield from his back and disguised himself as a sword and shield bearer.

"Soul imprisonment." She muttered quietly, then ran forward and aimed her crossbow at the knight's eye.

"Boom~"

"Puff~"

After finishing off the Templars, Tusew threw away his crossbow and picked up his shield, turning back to the bleeding savages, "You can rest here first, and I'll go get them out." ”

"I'm out of the way." The wild man shook his head, then pulled out his crossbow arrows, and saw that the two holes began to bleed outward, and he couldn't help but complain, and then watched the wild man plunge his one-handed sword into the wall flames of the dungeon, and then burned it against the bleeding wound.

"A damn healing, did the druid give you?" After saying a few words, he ignored him, and walked down the hallway, and looked carefully inside, where he saw an old man in a sermon's robe, carrying a hammer, standing behind two Templars who were looking at him with fierce eyes.

"Don't sneak around in the corner, you filthy heretic!" Holding his 'hammer of justice,' the bishop said, "That brief blasphemy has no effect before the servants of God. ”

"You mean magical imprisonment?" After making sure that there was no crossbow on the opposite side, the man holding the shield stood up carefully, "Actually, I'm not used to this way of reciting the name of the move as soon as I make a move, which is not conducive to sneak attacks, but in the beginner stage, I must use this way to guide my mental concentration, so as not to fail in my skills, and I will try to meditate in the future, and strengthen my practice to see if it will become a real ability." ”

The Bishop was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the two Templars, "Is he here for an academic discussion?" Kill him! ”

The Templar on the left side rushed forward without saying a word, really applying the principle that people don't talk much, and he fell harder than the knight at the door under the confinement of his soul, but he also reacted more quickly, and even jumped up to pinch Se's neck when the weapon was thrown away, and then was cut by Sser's neck under the second spell.

"You go too!" The bishop frowned and said that the Templars were very strong, and he was very suspicious that the Pope had sent the knights to him who had not graduated.

The same gorgeous fight on the street, the bishop also found the clue, the knight's charge was in place, but they all fell at a critical moment, this is definitely not a problem with the ground of the dungeon, but he has encountered a real heresy!

"O God! How is this possible?" The bishop was a little alarmed, many of the top-secret stories he had heard while studying at the Papal Palace were recalled, and he thought that he would never meet them until he went to heaven, how could this be? Could it be that the base of heresy here is too large, which leads to the emergence of a true one?

Seeing the shield-raising heretic approaching, the bishop with the 'Hammer of Justice' began to recite the doctrine of exorcism, and he waited for the heresy to approach the best distance before he made his own judgment.

Seeing that the heresy was approaching his position of three meters, the bishop held the hammer and began to grasp it, but the next moment he felt his body tighten, as if even his thoughts were frozen, he secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly started to act, only to find that he could not move at all.

"How is that possible!" The bishop shouted inwardly, he is a devout believer, a servant of God, how can he allow heresy to be imprisoned!

The bishop who was flustered in his heart couldn't even change his expression, he began to cry out in his heart, praying loudly for God's protection, and as he prayed intently, the power of the imprisonment seemed to loosen somewhat, and his body seemed to gradually regain a little control.

Then he was shaved and his throat was cut.

Blood flowed from his throat, and the bishop raised his hands to cover his neck, and he was able to move.

"God didn't deny my faith!" The bishop's body slowly fell, and in his last convictions, he had a little relief.

"Is consciousness self-healing and correcting?" Looking at the bishop who had fallen at his feet, he remembered the subtle movement of the other party before the dagger slashed, and silently crouched down and began to look for the key.