"Fifty floors, do you want to enter the exclusion zone?" Arthas snapped into his senses. "Aren't you afraid that I will regret killing you afterwards?"

Chera shook her head, and at the moment he couldn't see any of his previous madness, as if he had suddenly become a normal person.

"No, no, no, I believe you are a paladin who keeps his word, and isn't keeping your word the best of the Templars?

What's more, I don't really have any interest in those so-called secret tomes, I just go and get back one thing, one thing that belongs to me.

As for the price, I think these people here will help you make up your mind, and you'll find that it's a very good deal. ”

"What do you want back?" Arthas asked.

Chela scoffed, "Look, that's the problem.

Education is great, always, because it teaches us what is right and what is wrong.

But sometimes, it's foolish, because history is always written by the victors.

And in the process, the truth will be buried, liberty will be deprived, and property will be usurped.

Even what seems invaluable to you may be worthless in the eyes of others, and it will be thrown in a remote corner, covered with dust, until it becomes a pile of rotting wreckage.

And I just want to find out the truth and let people know what is true. ”

Arthas's eyes widened, and he shouted, "You are the descendant of those god-killers, damned heretic!"

Hearing the name of 'Godslayer', Chera's expression instantly became hideous, the corners of her scarlet mouth were covered with disgusting white foam, and the sound of wind leaking was like the howl of the devil in hell: "Godslayer, this is what you call them?"

If there really is a god in this world, then what are you?

Servants of God? Or are you just fooling people's minds with such ridiculous reasons so that you can control their words and even their spirits?

It's ridiculous, it's just ridiculous, a bunch of brainwashed butchers, you never know what the buried truth really is. ”

As if he had lost the patience to continue talking, under his command, the Grey Armor Samurai and the two high-ranking powerhouses pressed over again.

Bale, in particular, couldn't wait to find out for himself whether Philip was dead or alive.

The scuffle began again, and this time, the disadvantage of the Alsace side was very obvious.

Even if he used the last bit of awakening time to open the aura of war, share the enhanced effect with his followers, and contain the two fifth-order powerhouses in one fell swoop, he was still defeated and retreated, and people kept falling.

And Chela used that strange awakening ability again, only this time he used a badly wounded Cadet Follower as a medium for the potion.

The purple-black medicine mist was like a terrifying python, rolling along the stone paved ground towards everyone, and every time it got into the gap in the armor, it would bring a scream, and the recruiters all threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, covering their necks with both hands, eager to screw off their heads.

Even if it is slashed with a sword, the python formed by the medicine mist will only disperse, and then condense again in the back of the weapon, which will have no effect at all.

The number of people on the Alsace side is constantly decreasing, and even if they do not die for a while, they will lose their combat power, and at this rate, it will not take more than five minutes at most, and the whole army will be annihilated.

At this moment, Afu also ended her treatment, not because it was done, but because her awakening time had reached the limit today.

But even so, she still didn't give up, constantly communicating divine power, repairing the collapsed meridians and muscles and blood vessels in Philip's body.

It's just that the treatment efficiency is more than ten times weaker than just now.

The reason why he is not completely dead is not only because of Afu's powerful healing ability, but also because Philip's strengthened heart retains the last trace of life activity.

Even though the body has begun to get cold, the heart still beats every minute, barely maintaining a faint ray of vitality.

It is precisely because the strengthened heart and blood vessels are tough enough that several large blood vessels have not been broken, otherwise they would not have been able to hold on to the present.

Philip's blue spirit core floated in the air, watching the human tragedy in front of him.

Alsace made a mistake and was punched in the right shoulder by Bell, and if it weren't for the armor being strong enough, I'm afraid the bones there would have been broken.

Although he also took the opportunity to slash a sword on the leg of another fifth-order powerhouse, the blue energy that was detonated in a hurry was too weak, and the other party was obviously not in serious trouble, and still rushed forward.

If there is no miracle, I am afraid that everyone, including Sophia, will be doomed.

He looked around blankly, looking for a glimmer of life.

At this moment, he noticed a vigorous force gathering around him, staring at his obviously strange blue spirit core.

By the way, this is the temple, and the rich divine power is coming to this side with the stone statue of the temple as the source.

This familiar scene gave Philip a certain understanding, if it weren't for the fact that Lily Mountain Villa was just a small city, the scale and concentration of this divine power would be several times higher.

The heavy hostility in his divine power made the spirit membrane of his blue spirit core shrink to the extreme, and looking at those green light arrows that had condensed into substance, Philip suddenly had an idea.

Although the blue spirit core is free from the ties of the physical body, the bond between the two spirit cores is still there, which puts him in a mysterious state of half life and half death.

As his mind turned, the power of divine punishment that had been shrunk in the green spirit core began to shift to the blue spirit core.

One, two, three......

Like a pulse, as each white moon blade passed through a slender bond into the blue core, the blue core flickered, and the frequency of this flicker became faster and faster.

In just a dozen breaths, as many as hundreds of Divine Punishment Moon Blades condensed into the blue spirit core, and after Philip deliberately opened the spirit membrane, the surrounding divine power also began to agitate.

The hostility became less and less, as if he was bewitched by the breath of divine punishment, and even had a wonderful resonance with the power of divine punishment.

This was the first time that Philip had induced the power of divine punishment in such a strong place, and this strange change also surprised him.

Fortunately, these converging Divine Punishment Moon Blades were not randomly scattered like those in the green spirit core, but condensed together to form a huge moon blade.

Moreover, this moon blade grew bigger and bigger under the resonance, and even absorbed the rich divine power of the surrounding space, which almost turned into a liquid state.

When the Divine Punishment Moon Blade in the blue spirit core gathered more than three hundred Dao, the mutation occurred.

In Philip's consciousness, a brilliant brilliance rose from the moon blade more than a foot long, and the light was restrained and pure, much purer than the moon blade in the white moonlight in the Spirit Core Temple.

As the light bloomed, it also exuded bursts of joyful trembling, as if it had a soul of its own, and it was rejoicing after a new life.

The surrounding divine power also boiled in this trembling and light, forming a whirlpool, frantically converging here, and the strength of the energy made the surrounding space begin to shake.

The first to perceive the vision was Bell, who was the strongest in the field, and his gravity realm was framed in a stable divine position, and as the divine power boiled, his position suddenly changed almost upside down.

This caused him to suffer greatly, and without paying attention, the broadsword that was supposed to lead to the left suddenly slashed diagonally at his right arm, almost cutting off his right hand, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Sensing the gravitational force field rapidly falling apart from the edge, he quickly retracted the field, only relying on his strong body to resist Arthas's continuous attacks.

Subsequently, another fifth-order powerhouse, Arthas, Chera, Charlton, and more and more awakened people discovered the riots of divine power in this area one after another according to their respective levels and sensitivity to divine power.

Almost at the same time, these people were forced to withdraw from the awakening, and even more were hit by the backlash and fell to the ground, and the rest also patrolled back and forth in this space with vigilant eyes, trying to find clues.

Suddenly, the battle in the field weakened.

It's a pity that the tide of irritable divine power has already formed, like a tornado, whistling and sweeping everything within a radius of hundreds of meters around it.

And it was Philip at the center of the storm who knew everything, and it was a strange feeling, on the one hand, he felt that he was about to burst, and on the other hand, he felt that he had become the master of the world, and the rest were all ants.

As the center of the whirlpool, he didn't want to stop, and he couldn't stop.

The process was short, only a few breaths, but in Philip's consciousness, it seemed as if hours had passed.

When the infusion of this energy gradually stopped, the Divine Punishment Moon Blade, which had turned into substance, converged all the light and turned into silver, as transparent as a mirror.

The divine power around him no longer showed the slightest hostility towards him, as if he had passed some kind of test.

As soon as his mind moved, the silver moon blade leaped into the air, and the silver mirror flashed, and Bell's face appeared in it.

In the next second, the silver moon blade came in front of Bell, slashing at him without a trace of fireworks.

Bell was still probing suspiciously, and almost instantly he sensed that a strong sense of crisis was beating his spiritual sense as if he had encountered a natural disaster.

Almost subconsciously, he rolled away from the spot, even pulling a gray-armored samurai as his shield.

It's a pity that after all, it was useless, and the silver moon blade that had locked on him ignored the shield at all, and disappeared into his body lightly.

Philip's spirit membrane is unique, even if Bell is as high as the fifth order awakening, and his strength crushes everyone present, but without the blocking and weakening of the spirit membrane, the silver divine punishment moon blade instantly left indelible scars on his spirit core.

Before anyone could react, they thought Bell was crazy, but he screamed in horror and fell to the ground in mid-air, rolling twice with his huge bald head in his hands, and after a few seconds he was motionless.

There was no murderer in sight, no flesh and blood wounds, only a huge crack in the spirit core that almost split in half.