"You are not a holy rank!"

Robert leaned on the sword with one hand. Although he was seriously injured and blood flowed, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter!

Hearing this, Reinhardt smiled strangely, and did not admit or deny it, but said lightly: "How can I see it?"

"Because you don't understand the rules, you don't understand the rules!" Robert said coldly,

As soon as this said, Reinhart's weird handsome face suddenly became gloomy. Obviously, Robert talked about his pain!

In terms of strength, there may be many fifth-level knights like Robert. But in terms of vision and knowledge, Robert has never been afraid of anyone!

Robert naturally did not achieve the strength of the holy level, but he had never eaten pork and had he seen pig run?

Not to mention the historical classics and cultivation experiences of the saint-level powerful men in the temple, it happens that a knight like Robert can come into contact with; Robert has seen many real saint-level powerful men, and some are even very familiar with them.

For example, His Majesty the Pope in the Temple, the Grand Commander of the Knights Templar, and the ascetic monk Thanos who has been staying in the depths of the temple for decades... They are all real holy-level powerful men!

If you have seen the real one, you can naturally distinguish fakes. For example, now, Robert can see why the guy in front of you who has the same golden fighting spirit as a saint-level powerful man is just a fake.

Because Reinhardt lacks something, and this is also the real difference between the holy rank and ordinary people!

That's the rule!

No matter which plane, it has its basic material rules and energy rules, just like an apple on a tree will land instead of flying back to the sky, friction will produce electricity and fire, iron will be harder than bronze, etc.... These are things that follow the rules of matter and energy.

When ordinary people face the rules between heaven and earth, they can only silently follow them and make use of them with a little bit. Even top experts like the Great Knight and the Great Magician are just ordinary people. They may be able to do all kinds of incredible things with fighting spirit and magic, but they will never violate the rules of heaven and earth.

But the saint-level strongmen are different.

Saint-level powerhouses can not only violate the rules, but also change the rules. Therefore, Saint-level powerhouses can escape gravity and fly freely; they can turn water into fire and gold into wood; they can change the laws of space, teleport, and live forever...

Reinhardt could hardly do these skills that were against the will of heaven and change fate. In the fight just now, he had no difference from ordinary people except for using brute force to break out several space cracks.

He was just more powerful and more refined than Robert's fighting spirit, but only increased the total quantity without qualitative change.

Objectively speaking, Reinhardt is just a...pseudo-saint rank between the Great Knight and the Saint Level.

"You guessed it right, it hit the nail on the head."

Reinhardt did not deny Robert's words, but said openly: "Of course, the holy level is not something that I, a young man in my twenties, can easily reach. But, Robert, this does not mean that you can survive today."

"My golden fighting spirit is a gift given to me by Lord Arrogant Lord. Even if I am not a holy rank, it will be easy to kill you!"

With a grim smile, Reinhardt looked at Robert in front of him jokingly and walked towards him step by step!

Meanwhile, outside the forest.

The princess's carriage was still in place, not moving. It was not that she didn't want to leave, but because the six unicorns pulling the carriage were all different from each other's body and heads, and the bright red horse blood flowed all over the ground.

Around the carriage, seven or eight silver-armored warriors looked ahead with fear, and even their hands holding the sword were trembling because of fear.

There, a figure floating in the air, wearing a black cloak, holding a black staff that was taller than a man, was floating quietly.

Around him, dozens of silver-armored warriors were all lodged, either from the other side of their bodies or from the waist, or from the back to death. Occasionally, even those who were not dead could only make a low whimper.

And the blood has covered the earth.

It was this magician hidden in the black cloak who, with his own strength, had almost 50 elite silver-armored warriors in less than half a quarter of an hour, leaving only seven or eight with good luck or strong warriors.

You should know that every silver-armored warrior who protects the princess has at least the strength of a low-level second-level warrior. He is an elite unit in the Royal Guard. Many of them are even third-level intermediate-level or even fourth-level high-level knights who have cultivated fighting spirit!

Moreover, the most powerful thing about these elite knights is their well-trained and cooperative ability, their proficiency in some military formation methods, as well as their enchanted armor and demon-breaking crossbow arrows. These abilities and equipment make the overall strength of a team of fifty people comparable to that of an ordinary fifth-level knight or even a great magician.

However, even such an elite soldier, under the wand of this mysterious mage, was killed for a moment and the empty door was wide open and blood flowed into a river!

"This is the strength of your royal guards. You don't even have the method to resist the death curse."

Under the black cloak, a dry sound came, which was like a person scratching the wall. It was extremely uncomfortable to hear it, and all the goose bumps were all over.

The wand that was more than one person tall in this man's hand was not made of metal or walnut that could accommodate magic, but was made of white bones that looked like thigh bones.

On the entire continent, the only one who uses bones as a wand is the undead mage who is famous for manipulating corpses and souls!

"A necromancer who is approaching the holy level... It seems that they have a high bid to kill me!"

A cold sound with a trembling and stubbornness sounded. As the princess and temple saint, Helen lifted the pearl curtain and jumped out of the carriage. Her beautiful eyes looked at the black-robed undead mage in front of her with resentment. Bai       Nen's small fist was clenched tightly, as if she wanted to buckle her palm and bleed!

Beside her, the beautiful woman Alice in black dress silently took out a walnut staff inlaid with sapphires, ready to make her last resistance.

"Yoyo, it's worthy of being the brightest pearl in the empire. It's so beautiful. If I didn't refine myself into a lich, I would definitely not be willing to kill you. I will only make you a puppet for me."

A hoarse voice came from the undead mage's mouth again, with a tyrannical tone in its playful tone.

His hands were also not slow. In just a moment, red lights shot out like infrared rays, killing several silver-armored warriors, leaving only a fourth-level high-level knight Helmon who barely used his fighting energy to disperse the red light.

"Finally there is someone who can break the spell of death, but unfortunately it's useless."

The undead mage smiled coldly, raised his wand again, and thick black mist began to appear on the ground. Obviously, he was about to use his ultimate move again.

However, at this moment, the powerful necromancer suddenly stopped moving and looked at his back with a look of surprise and doubt!

There, a breath that is even stronger than an adult dragon is approaching!
Chapter completed!