Bell let out an uncontrollable scream and stepped back, his arms a blur of flesh and blood.

The thick water of blood sprayed into the air like a mist, but soon it seemed to evaporate and dissipated.

"Huh?"

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Philip felt as if he was hallucinating, Bell was forced to take a few steps back by the detonated energy, and the momentum on his body weakened a lot, which was not surprising.

But as the blood mist dissipated, he noticed that Arthas's momentum seemed to rise faintly.

Star-absorbing Dafa!

This was Philip's most immediate reaction, and although he knew that it was not the same, he still subconsciously felt very similar.

It's a pity!

This is Arthas's most direct feeling, if he waits for a few more minutes, when his energy accumulation reaches the peak, I am afraid that he can win the game in one fell swoop.

But the strong man on the opposite side was experienced and didn't give him this chance at all.

Although Bell looked badly injured, his strong body made him not lose his combat strength, but was very glad for his decisiveness and caution.

The two sides were separated by ten meters and began to confront each other.

Bell was a little anxious, and Arthas opposite him was even more impatient, his ability was only effective when he awakened, and the more he fought, the stronger the enemy he faced, the more vigorous the blood, the more effective it was, but there was not much time left before the limit of his awakening.

To be honest, it was already his limit to fight with an old fifth-order powerhouse with a fourth-order body, even if he absorbed a little energy feedback, but his actual physical strength was far more than it seemed.

Hiding his right leg behind his left leg, hiding the shiver of the depletion, Arthas picked up a broadsword from the ground and looked at Bell coldly.

Philip was fascinated by the air, and the battle between the two supreme masters opened his eyes, especially the vision of light and shadow triggered when his spiritual power reached its peak, which made him vaguely awaken to something.

If Bell and Alsace were graduate and college students, then Caritan and Paul were high school students at best, and they hadn't really discovered the full meaning of their abilities, and there was still a lot of potential to be tapped in the days to come.

Thinking of this, Philip suddenly laughed at himself, they are all dead, what does this have to do with him.

Regarding Philip's death, even if they were in the same camp, everyone's expressions were very different.

There are righteous indignation, there are prosaic, and of course, there are schadenfreude, all of which are manifested in the perception of Philip, who has incarnated the spirit core.

Only death is the most real thing in the world, because all vanity has nothing to hide in the face of death.

Seeing that the situation in the field began to change, Chela finally stood up from the couch, a smile on her ugly face.

I saw him take a bottle of pink potion from the hand of a gray-armored warrior who accompanied him, pull out the stopper, tilt his head and pour it.

After a few breaths, a compelling sparkle shot out of his eyes, and his hair fluttered without wind.

Immediately afterward, a pink mist spread around him, like a flowing carpet, gradually covering the vast back hall.

These pink mist seemed to be alive, and they deftly separated into small columnar air masses, burrowing into the armor of those gray-armored warriors and two fifth-order powerhouses, but they did not offend Arthas and the others.

An astonishing change occurred, although it was not known what Chella's awakening ability was, but this pink mist was obviously some kind of catalytic agent, and all the gray armor warriors who inhaled them seemed to suddenly become several times stronger, not only did their strength and speed skyrocket, but even the damage they had received before seemed to have recovered most of it.

In just a few minutes, the pressure on Philip's side increased greatly, and the advantage that had been easily won was gone, and several people were killed instead, and the formation was forced to shrink to a corner.

Seeing that it was not good, Arthas forcibly withstood a heavy punch from Bell and retreated into his own formation, forced down the violently churning fishy breath in his chest, and ordered loudly: "Charlton, lead people to retreat in the direction of the temple, and I will break the rear." ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he and a dozen of his followers converged together to form a thin defense line to resist the attacks of two high-ranking samurai and hundreds of gray-armored samurai.

Charlton reacted very quickly, concentrated all the knights and launched a resolute charge to the northwest corner, and more than a dozen strong men with giant hammers smashed a gap in the outer wall more than two meters thick that could accommodate three people to pass side by side, and retreated before the gray-armored warriors could close around.

Four or five bigwigs and their last remaining guards ran out of the gap, followed by Anna and Miranda, who fought and retreated under the protection of Red Rose and Chander.

Despite this, Sophia still didn't let go of Philip's body, as if they were growing together, and was carried and slowly moved there.

The mansion was separated from the temple by a street, and the street was long empty except for the corpses everywhere, and the people came to the gate of the temple without much obstruction.

But as soon as the guard of the great man pushed towards the closed gate, he was shot through the waist by a thick steel arrow, and let out a violent scream, and lost his voice after a few twists.

Then twenty or thirty samurai, dressed in Templar armor, appeared on the walls of the temple and condescendingly began the slaughter.

A bishop wearing a seven-pointed crown was surrounded by these temple warriors, and it was the same bishop sent by the Southern Temple to assist Arthas and Andy.

For a while, Charlton and the others could only passively hide behind the low wall on the street corner, and if they were attacked by the enemy, they might have a glimmer of hope if they broke through with all their might, but with many dignitaries and female dependents, it was impossible to succeed.

After losing two more followers, Arthas retreated, a hideous wound on his face, his left arm hanging unnaturally, apparently in great condition.

"Lombardo, I didn't expect you to defect too, are you worthy of Lord Donald's trust? He shouted at the bishop on the high wall.

The bishop obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Arthas, I don't know if it was because of guilt or disdain, only the rain of arrows that shuttled in and out of the crowd couldn't raise their heads, and the ladies screamed in fright.

Arthas glanced back at the surviving people, the original team of more than 300 cadets and their followers, after missing the rebels and a few teams to defend various points in the city, had already suffered more than half of the casualties in the fierce fighting, and now there were less than 80 people left.

Danny, Neville, Jeff, Arthas can name every sacrificial cadet, they're good lads, alas......

The Grey Armor Samurai surrounded them again, surrounding everyone, and Chela also forced over with two fifth-order masters.

"Well, gentlemen, you have proved your loyalty and valor, and to tell you the truth, I am impressed.

But for now, let's wrap it all over and talk about it. ”

"Chera, this is not the same as agreed, where is Dylan?" interrupted the bishop named Lombardo.

Chela's face changed visibly when she was interrupted, and she looked offended.

He waved his hand in the direction of the temple as if irritated, and the four temple warriors beside Lombardo suddenly slashed their broadswords and battle axes at their comrades.

In an instant, two of Lombardo's personal guards were in different places, and several of the warriors who resisted fell elsewhere, but the remaining Templars and samurai were unmoved, apparently having been controlled by Chela by some means.

Lombardo screamed in horror, and before he could take two steps, he was cut in two by the waist, and before he died, half of his body crawled forward on the ground in vain, leaving a bloody path, and he swallowed his last breath after climbing less than two meters away.

It's ridiculous that he thought he was such an important person, but he was slaughtered on the spot like a chicken in less than three minutes after he appeared.

This crazy behavior made Arthas on the other side also have a solemn expression, whether it was the Gray Armor Warrior, or this Chela, and even Lombardo, who was his former backhand, it was obviously beyond his expectations.

This shows that there is a big problem with the intelligence source of the Southern Temple, and it has been mixed with a lot of sand by the other party.

This deep frustration made him feel very uncomfortable, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.

He looked behind him, where Charlton had an extra wound more than half a foot long on his chest, being held by his followers.

Sam simply lay on the stretcher, his otherwise strong body covered in wounds.

Robin's helmet was gone, his long green hair was disheveled, and a wound slashed diagonally across his cheek that would have severed his neck a little further down.

The most painful thing for Arthas is Philippe, who is now surrounded by everyone and does not know whether he is alive or dead.

But he knew that there was little hope, and he had fought on the battlefield for most of his life, and he had seen countless lives and deaths.

I have personally experienced the horror of this blue-skinned giant, even if Philip rebels against the sky, but he is only a child who has not yet reached adulthood after all, even if he is lucky enough to survive, I am afraid that his body will be ruined from now on, and his future will be ruined.

For a while, even with the tenacity of the paladin's life, Arthas felt discouraged, and even thought of burning the jade, even at the cost of his life, he would send these students out.

As if pleased with her means, Chera kicked Lombardo's corpse lightly and wiped the soles of her shoes with the other's robe in disgust.

He looked at Arthas and said, "Your Excellency the Paladin, you see, this is my sincerity, everything is just a misunderstanding. ”

"Misunderstanding?" Arthas smiled ugly.

Chela stood less than twenty meters away from Alsace, seemingly not afraid of the other party's outburst.

"I like to work with smart people because smart people don't dwell on what has already happened, they look to the future and make the right choices.

So, are you a smart person?"

"What do you want?" asked Arthas, noncommittal.

Chela didn't seem to care: "It's simple, but it requires a little cooperation from you, I just want you to take me to the fiftieth floor of the Holy Tower." ”