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Claudia. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

Although she was just an ordinary long sword in her hand and didn't have any good armor, the strength and speed that this dragonborn woman possessed were by no means comparable to ordinary people, and even a holy warrior blessed by divine energy could not necessarily be compared.

The guy who cast a curse on her is obviously an extremely familiar soul character, although he is restrained, but the female general's swordsmanship has not been affected at all, three turns in a row, long sword, elbow, leg sweep, and finally a roundabout kick, in one go, several holy warriors have not even reacted, they have already turned into rolling gourds, and no matter what kind of attack, the power attached to it is just right, several holy warriors moaned and struggled, but their muscles twitched, and they couldn't get up again.

I could only watch as the three people passed by them and walked towards the main hall.

"There is an enemy invasion!"

The only one who could move freely was Julian, who was the first to be attacked—or the protection of the glittering iron helmet above his head, a slap enough to make a man fly, but instead of breaking his cervical vertebrae, he was able to jump and shout loudly.

So, with the shouting, the sound of horses' hoof-like swift footsteps rang out from several passages, and five or six people had already rushed into the hall in the next moment!

The strict precepts of the holy warriors made them not have much panic, and even if they rushed out, their silver-like armor still shone brightly. The soft glow from the intricate ornamentation of the rose branches, from the white burqa embroidered with the huge sun wheel, set off them as synonymous with heroism.

However, most of his cheeks were obscured by a black hood and shadows. Just a subtle sneer.

There is simply nothing they can do.

Because that figure is so fast...... Almost as soon as they rushed out of the passage, the screams and crashes were already loud, and several paladins were knocked down by their companions before they even had time to see the form!

"It's a spell buff, remove his ......," one of the leaders shouted, but this wise observation didn't bring an advantage, but instead exposed his identity, and immediately became the main target of the long sword!

Acceleration is a spell that forcibly increases a person's movement speed. And it's infinitely stackable. Theoretically. As long as you keep stacking the acceleration. The speed of the recipient's action can tend to infinity - but this is only a theoretical pressure, and it cannot become a reality. Because the human body has a negative limit.

Although the laws of this world seem to be completely biased towards magic. However, pure warriors are not useless...... It probably has something to do with some kind of protection from the god of war, although even the most brilliant warriors are still inferior to mages on the battlefield. But they also have bodies that are far beyond the average human being.

The number of those rumors is very small. Zun is known as the Sword Saint or the Great Knight, the pure ** advantage is enough to be immune to most magic, and the strength of the body is as wonderful as a mage being able to send out fireballs, a barbarian in a rage, and even be able to raise his room and smash it at the opponent. And Claudia's half-dragon bloodline is naturally needless to say. Dragons are experts in fighting magic, so she is even several times higher than ordinary people in terms of accepting spells, and Edward had the half-elves perform two acceleration spells on her before. Therefore, these paladins are even faster than they move. It is also impossible to keep up with this opponent.

When the advantage of group beating is gone, the individual's primitive. It has become the largest capital......

It is true that the caster is stronger than the Warrior, but a caster wants to stop three Warriors at such a distance that is almost equal to hand-to-hand combat. Anyone with a little common sense of battle will think that this mage is either crazy or deliberately looking for death. But instead of going mad, Edward didn't die, and what he did was not stop the three warriors, but knocked them down.

Gently spit out a spell, "Dark Magic." He read. As a result, a pitch black that was so thick that it could not be seen through suddenly centered on him, instantly enveloping the spherical range of a twenty-foot radius.

The paladin's footsteps reflexively slowed,

Then they heard a sneer.

They are young and inexperienced in combat, so they will listen at the door, and the fact of confronting a mage, like the billowing black, will make them hesitate a little—but in battle, such hesitation is undoubtedly fatal.

The scattered shards of the hedron were not too large, but they were pervasive and unstoppable. Several paladins immediately noticed the thin, swishing sound of the air breaking through the air, and then the continuous clanging of the armor and the ensuing impact made their hearts tremble, not knowing the enemy

The flickering of star brilliance was particularly dazzling in this dark night, and the slippery ground was also the nemesis of heavy armor, even the knight who rushed forward couldn't help but be hit, even if he paused suddenly, he still slid forward a few feet, and almost fell uncontrollably, some annoyed knights snorted, stopped attacking, unable to track the opponent's position with their eyes and ears, and could only rely on experience to guard against the opponent's possible sneak attack at any time.

For the paladin's recuperation power, the damage of the flash was nothing, and it took only two or three breaths to restore fù to normal. For, though

But for themselves, these guys can really only be solved in such a short period of time,

He doesn't have enough hole cards in his hand, so he must leave an impression on the other party, a strong impression, so that the opponent has certain concerns at the beginning to bargain, and if you want to build this momentum, you can only use these low-level characters, and you must fight quickly, otherwise how can Edward waste his energy on these little people?

That's not just because these people are too weak, it's because you seem to have gotten stronger...... Although it is only a little, but a psychic warlock who can control the spiritual energy of the third ring and march towards the fourth ring is not able to deal with a few small divine slaves. Then your existence is simply an insult to the psychic warlock and the psychic powers.

His face was dull and expressionless. He didn't deliberately reveal some kind of cold arrogance, but when the pair of pupils that seemed to have no focus reflected the face of a psychic warlock, it was enough to make the latter's heart feel a little uncomfortable.

To be precise, that kind of gaze is not sloppy, but indifferent. It's like an ant on the ground with a human gaze, or when it's in a high mountain, it doesn't consciously look down at the hill, or it seems to them. It is not a being in the same world, and there is no need to show superfluous feelings at all, but for the bearer, this kind of indifference is the heaviest arrogance, and this kind of ignorance is undoubtedly the most fundamental contempt and humiliation.

"Stop your offense. Stay where you are and wait for judgment. He spoke.

The voice was rather strange, as if he had slowed down his tone and spit out word by word. But the voice has become cold and hard to substantiation. The impact of the air and everyone's heart makes people unconsciously frightened

But this time.

In front of her, a blur of light and shadow was gradually becoming clear. Sketching the image of a tall man, he raised a hand, and with his bare hands, he took the female general's long sword in his hand!

while

The clash between the sword and the arm made a loud metal sound.

The big man was expressionless, wearing an ordinary linen robe. He had no armor, not even a weapon in his hand, but a cluster of golden red flames lit up in his vigorous and powerful hand, and the blade of the sword quickly turned red from his grip. In the blink of an eye, the entire long sword turned from green to red, from red to white, and finally was kneaded by one of his hands, and gradually gathered up!

When his golden eyes swept over everyone, he didn't seem to have the slightest look. It's like looking at everyone, and it's like no one is seeing.

Edward's brow twitched twice.

In fact, Edward's heart was already embellished with a heavy piece of lead.

Things were clearly more than he expected. And troublesome,

The big man's golden eyes, the holy flame ignited in his hand, were enough for him to deduce a lot of things, but at this time. On the face of the black-haired woman who followed the old mage, he saw a pair of almost identical, golden eyes!

He had considered Maxwell, the High Priest should be a priest who had access to at least level 8 or higher divine powers. It can almost be equated with a ** teacher, but Edward's heart. There wasn't much fear of him - the old guy had said it when we met before. He understands who he is and believes in his abilities. Such a judgment means that he thinks he is Albert's apprentice, and in this way, he has to consider the consequences of offending a ** master.

Although in reality, Edward could be sure that he died here, the old dwarf did not necessarily have any grief because of it. But it is obviously impossible for the other party to personally confirm with the old mage that his identity as an apprentice is true or false.

The profession of the holy warrior is not for the state, Lansendel's church is all over the continent, and the holy warriors naturally have no nationality, although they uphold justice and are welcomed by the people, but for the ruler, it is not a good thing, the important ministers and nobles who rely on the emperors, if they do something too much for a while, maybe there will be a guy full of white light, adhering to the wishes of the common people, killing evil. And they also possess great power, which is difficult for ordinary people to resist......

In particular, Lansendale's teachings were broader and not limited to the law, so in fact, he was the least popular in aristocratic circles.

As an archpriest, Maxwell should be well aware of this, even if he doesn't care so much about the lower things.

"Lord Edward,"

"I've heard Julian Holy Samurai say that you declare that Elena is your woman, well, she may admit that too. We have no reason to object. But you seem to have some misconceptions, even if you are her partner, she is not all you have. She is a free person, with thoughts, opinions, self-judgment, what she wants, and her own beliefs. own persistence. And this is human nature and cannot be erased. ”

The old man's voice was majestic and heavy, like the sound of thunder rolling in the sky, with boundless coercion in his heart. "And you? What do you want to turn her into? A pet that you have keeps saying you want to set her free, but in reality, you're the one who wants to bind her the most, right? Yes, she ...... I may like you, but if I like you, do I have to follow you? Even the most sacred marriage does not restrain anyone's freedom, even celestial creatures cannot suppress a person's soul, but why can you do this?"

With your meager strength, which is only beyond the strength of ordinary people?

Nodding silently—but then feeling a little strange, the other party was much smaller than her, but she was always unconsciously a head shorter when she spoke;and this was not just a matter of status—the young spellcaster seemed to have a special temperament that allowed him to maintain a natural advantage over anyone.

She was a little unsure, but subconsciously thought that this young man might have met His Majesty the King, and I was afraid that it would be the same. Although this idea is somewhat absurd, it subconsciously tells me that I am right.

Five streamers of light dispelled the fog and swept across an entity, only to make a muffled pop and disappear across the barrier......

Edward felt a strong force coming through his sword, barely holding his weapon, and took three steps back before regaining his pace.

The spear pinned the black figure to the wall at the end of the corridor in the distance, completely piercing through the shadow and the thick wall until it reached the handle.

But there was no screaming.

The toad said that if you bet on a thousand, don't spend a lot of money. How many people in the world are reckless to put their entire wealth and hope on an illusory thing all their lives? Only one of these people or 10,000 people succeeds, but those 9,990 losers will only blame themselves for their bad luck, and they can only blame their bad luck for being too greedy and blinded by greed. The real success, although it seems to be risky, has actually considered all aspects carefully, although it takes great courage, but the possibility of success has been repeatedly calculated. Often, the loser takes a risk, betting on a 1/10,000 hope, and the winner takes a risk on more than 60% of the certainty. Although there are miracles in this world, being a man puts all the qiē on longing for miracles, and he has not declined to the end, which is a miracle in itself. (To be continued......)

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