"Let's see how long you can last! Wind blade combo!" The red archbishop didn't know what Nalant was doing.
Seeing that the earls in front of them were still holding on, they snorted and released the large wind blade again.
Dang Dang Dang!
With this wave of wind blades, the pressure on the earls suddenly increased and they became in danger. The little physical strength and fighting spirit they had finally recovered before were about to be exhausted.
Puff!
"Rakov, can you still hold on?" At this moment, the slightly weaker Rakov was unable to hold on, and was hit by two wind blades again.
Moreover, he was also very unlucky. Another wind blade cut off his only remaining arm.
Bernard saw this and quickly pulled him behind everyone.
"I'm afraid I can't survive, and I have to rely on you!" Lakoff looked pale and shook his head.
"Stay well. As long as we can kill this guy today, it will be worth it even if a few of our old friends die here!" Bernard nodded, and continued to resist after saying this.
"Haha, this is the fate of resisting me. You ants will all become war spirits in the dark abyss. As for the one without arms, it won't be a waste if I give you a pair of wolf claws for fighting!
"
The red archbishop's mocking voice came again.
"You bastard who has taken refuge in evil, even if I really want to die, I will blow my head to pieces before I die!" Lakoff's expression changed after hearing this.
At this point, he became ruthless. If he really couldn't kill the red archbishop later, he would gather his fighting spirit and knock him to the ground.
No matter how powerful the dark creatures are, they will still die without their heads.
Upon hearing this, the red archbishop frowned and was about to use more force to avoid being succeeded by the counts.
However, at this moment, his keen mental power suddenly noticed something, and his eyes immediately looked at Nalant.
"What's going on? Why is there such a weird smell!"
Although Nalant did not chant or wave his staff, the red archbishop felt the fluctuation of magic power.
But this fluctuation happened to be an attribute he had never felt before, which caused the red archbishop to divert his attention instantly.
Although he didn't know what this breath was, it gave him a deep sense of crisis. This was the perception brought about by the powerful mental power of a senior magician.
"Arrow of Black Wind!"
"Wall of Black Rock!"
After feeling this threat, the red archbishop did not hesitate and released two high-level magics in one breath.
One of them is a high-level attack spell, directed at Nalant behind the crowd.
The other wall was a wall that was stronger than the earth wall. With this wall as a barrier and the wind escape around him, he was confident that even if the opponent was a magister, it would be impossible for him to be harmed by a single blow.
Whoosh!
As the red archbishop's spell was released, an arrow more than one meter long, wrapped in a black whirlwind, formed in the air.
And this black whirlwind feather arrow is the most popular existence of the red archbishop. It is more difficult to practice than the wind blade technique, and it is more powerful.
With a whistling sound, the feather arrows shot in the direction of Nalant.
When the earls saw this, they naturally prepared to block with their swords.
Unfortunately, this black wind arrow is different from the wind blade. Even after it is shot, it can be pulled by mental power.
So all the counts immediately rushed to nothing.
"Be careful, Nalant!" The earls who saw this immediately shouted anxiously.
"Bastard!" And Nalant also sensed the threat of the arrow.
But the space teleportation he used now has reached its final moment.
It can almost be said that as long as he is given one more second, the spell will be completed and the red archbishop can be killed.
But now, he was given a dilemma: choose to avoid and survive, or take a gamble that the arrow would not kill him.
But if he chooses to live, given the current state of the counts, they may never have the chance to help him continue to block him and allow him to use space teleportation for the second time.
"Narant, get out of the way!" Bernard saw that Narant was still hesitating, and immediately spoke anxiously.
"Damn it, if you don't die, the whole continent will suffer, so I'll take a gamble!" Unexpectedly, Nalant was not moved at all.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I gritted my teeth and completed the final injection of magic power.
"Space teleportation!"
The next moment, Nalant pushed the matrix in his mind out of his body, and then, a small black hole appeared in front of him.
Without hesitation, Nalant took out an iron ball half the size of a fist from the space ring, and then his thoughts moved.
The iron ball disappeared in front of him as the space teleported.
And when he finished everything, the arrow wrapped in a black whirlwind was about to arrive in front of him.
puff!
The next moment, a sound of penetration came.
"Count Rackoff!" Nalant said in a surprised voice.
"Haha, boy, I think you are very unpleasant, but after all, I, Lakoff, am also a dignified earl. I have been saved so many times by you, a country nobleman. If I don't repay and others find out, then my cavalry family will
The prestige is no longer there.”
"And now, I have repaid your kindness!"
"You..." Nalant's eyes were complicated and he was speechless.
The sound of flesh penetration did not come from him. When the black feather arrow was about to hit him, Rakov, who had already had his hands cut off, flew over and blocked the arrow without hesitation.
"Boy, you don't need to thank me. If you still can't solve the church later, then remember to smash my head. I don't want to be one of those evil guys!" Although his chest was pierced by an arrow, a large mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth.
But Rakoff's expression was still as condescending as when he faced Narant before.
"Don't worry! These bastards will definitely die today!" For the first time, Nalant didn't care about Lakoff's condescending expression, but solemnly assured him.
"That's good! Drive these guys... out of... Glory... mainland!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely do it!" Nalant nodded.
Immediately, Lakoff closed his eyes with satisfaction.
After Lakov made no sound, Nalant looked directly at the red archbishop.
The red archbishop was still thinking about what the black hole that just appeared in front of Nalant was, but the next moment his expression suddenly changed.
"Space teleportation, how is this possible..."
"It's too late now!" Nalant smiled bloodthirstyly.
Sure enough, the next moment, a black iron ball strangely appeared on the back of the red archbishop's head.
Boom!
As a muffled sound came, the black iron ball exploded directly.
And the red archbishop's entire head was immediately wrapped in smoke.
Chapter completed!