Monica looked at the four archbishops and joined their guards, and rushed to kill the remaining two assassins, with a slight sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

But when the four servants and Archbishop turned his attention one after another, her sarcasm immediately changed to her usual smile.

Berosk, who was not dressed in a robe, looked at the extremely tragic corpse in front of Monica, his eyes slightly condensed, and then he said with admiration: "Ms. Selia, she is really powerful, she deserves to be a god."

The meaning of this statement depends on how you understand it. That is, it can be regarded as the other party simply thinks you are strong, or it can be regarded as the other party cursing in disguise, saying that you are not amazing, but just relying on the protection of the gods. If it were him, he could do it.

Monica could understand both meanings. She secretly felt that the other party was the second meaning, but on the surface, she pretended to be able to hear the first meaning, and then smiled and said, "It's just average, it's far worse than my guard. He could only press me down with one hand."

This sentence is a bit ambiguous. Although Beta still has no expression, he curled his lips in his heart.

All four bishops were dirty people. They could reach their current position. There were not many men of this age who were not dirty. When they heard it, they understood what it meant. While understanding it, they also felt that they were much closer. Monica dared to say jokes, which was a kind of closeness.

The atmosphere between the two sides immediately became more harmonious. The awkward atmosphere caused by the four archbishops just now, even panicked, and even panicked battles, disappeared without a trace.

"I didn't expect that someone would be ambushed on the roof in advance." An archbishop spoke out and changed the topic by the way: "No wonder there will be people coming in our direction."

Now they don’t want to investigate what means Beta used to monitor the distance. If he really wants to investigate, Monica can tell the story of the three black-clad assassins just now.

"Is it still time for us to transfer?" Berosk said, "

"It's too late." Beta replied, pointing to the window to his left.

The four archbishops walked to the window on this side and saw that there was a team of mercenaries dressed up, rushing towards the manor.

At this time, the guards of the manor had also discovered the abnormality of this team of troops and took the initiative to block the manor in front of the manor.

Berosk compared the number of people on both sides and said, "They shouldn't rush in."

There are only about twenty people on the other side, but there are hundreds of professionals in the manor, thirteen of them at the master level, and more than thirty elites. Logically speaking, in comparison with the number and strength of such people, the guards brought by the archbishops should be able to destroy the other side. Even if they are not possible, they can block this group of people outside the manor.

Even Beta thinks so.

But the facts surprised them.

This seemingly unknown force directly set up a front arrow formation, like a bayonet, and easily attacked the manor.

Along the way, fireballs and lightning splashed, feathered arrows scattered, and swords and swords were hit by a large number of screams mixed with the sound of screams.

In less than ten minutes, the opponent had already rushed into the outer defense of the manor and entered the manor directly.

Looking down from the third floor, you can see that only a few people were slightly injured in this attack, and no one lost their combat effectiveness at all.

Seeing this scene, the four archbishops looked ashen.

Logically speaking, even if their defense is weaker, they should not be directly attacked by the enemy. There are two reasons.

One is that these are their private soldiers, all of whom have been cultivated by spending big resources since childhood, and they are very loyal. But they usually complete some simple and powerful tasks.

For example, to assassinate someone, or to attack a small family with almost no ability to resist.

The private soldiers trained in this way seem to be good, but they lack real battlefield experience and cooperation methods. Because they are affiliated with different forces, they even dragged each other down in battle.

On the other side, there is a mercenary group that has been experienced and tacitly cooperated with the tacit understanding.

Although the number of people is huge, the exquisite cooperation and the attacking method of one go directly tore a hole in the manor's seemingly powerful defensive line. If this continues, it will be a beheading operation.

"How could this happen!" Berosk looked at the scene below, his face a little pale.

Other bishops also whispered similarly.

"This is impossible."

"Why is the gap so big!"

Seeing this, Beta turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What are your plans?"

"I want to save these people if I can." Monica looked at Beta earnestly: "So, I hope you can help me."

"Why should I save them?"

"This is the pope's warning. He doesn't seem to want to kill all the archbishops, but he seems to want to tell us that he can deal with us without having to have strong strength. If we can't even block a wave of mercenary attacks, it will definitely reduce the morale of other people." Monica took a deep breath: "This is extremely unfavorable to our future situation."

"Your judgment is correct." Beta nodded. At this time, he should save his teammates first. First, he can determine his identity as a leader and second, he can reduce losses. These people will be the power of Monica's subordinates in the future.

"Then let's fight together."

Monica jumped first. When she was in the air, she suddenly turned into a large group of transparent spiders and rushed to both sides of the enemy team.

Although Beta is one step slower, it comes first.

He jumped from the air. Although he could not jump and slash, he moved with agility and was furious. The speed advantage brought by the two skills and his extremely high coordination value made his speed only a little slower than the speed of a similar warrior charging.

At this time, there was a shield warrior in front of Beta, a master. He saw Beta coming down from the sky, and grinned and raised his shield to block it.

He had seen too many warriors descending from the air and then flew away by him with a giant shield.

But the situation this time was different. A golden thread fell down with Beta, cutting from the middle of the shield warrior's head to the crotch. Even if the god-level skill of swordsman's will is not the superposition of the two swordsman specialties and the sharpness of the golden sword, this is no longer an attack force that ordinary equipment can block.

Half a second later, the shield soldier divided into two halves, blood gushed out, and his body fell to the ground on both sides.

Another warrior holding a big sword behind him roared and wanted to rush forward, but Beta's speed was faster and appeared directly in front of him. When he realized it, Beta's golden sword had already pierced into the man's heart.

The giant sword fell to the ground, and Beta slammed the warrior, who was not completely dead with a surprised expression, panted forward with a thrust, and directly knocked the two people away.

The opponent's fierce offensive was immediately curbed.
Chapter completed!