In less than five minutes, Archdeacon Florentino slashed through the densely packed Swiss with swords and hammers, killing or seriously wounding more than fifteen enemies.

Although facing this powerful existence, they were killed like chickens, but the members of the Swiss Guard, whose minds and bodies were now filled with purple blood, could not feel the emotion of fear at all. They could only feel the glory and sacrifice of their lives for Sirik.

Excited.

Of course, Florentino would not object to such a situation.

Although these mental powers give the Swiss Guards a great advantage when dealing with ordinary Habsburg soldiers, it is not easy to die without fear of the dead on the battlefield, but in the face of a warrior with extraordinary skills like him, the tenacity of the spirit is also meaningful.

Not big.

He has seen and defeated many times in the Black Continent such nomads or alien tribesmen who were driven to death by the high priest of the tribe. No matter how powerful the spiritual power is, they can be cut with a sword.

As long as there is enough blood, a mind that has been burned and dizzy by faith can be washed away and sobered up.

Even the desert ogres on the edge of the Sahara who feed on humans can understand that Florentino is not on their menu after shedding enough blood.

The Swiss are even more mediocre.

Every part of Florentino's body was now a terrifying deep red, and the Swiss's hot blood spurting from his neck had formed a thick layer of scum on his armor and mask.

This greatly affected Florentino's vision, but in the square formation, vision was not that important.

If it doesn't exist, it won't exist anymore.

What really makes Florentino irresistible is not his eyesight, but his instinct as a top warrior.

No need for eyes, he can kill a brave and dedicated Swiss with just one move.

Then he leaned back slightly, letting go of a dagger that was close to his nose. He knocked down the dagger holder with a knee strike, and then used his arm to severely smash a helmet and the head inside.

The blood did not hinder his killing at all.

However, all the true popes have made the right choice to choose the Swiss as their soldiers. These mountain heroes have had a bloody feud with the Habsburg family for more than three hundred years, even if they were destroyed time and time again. But the rebuilt troops are very important to the royal family of the Holy Roman Empire.

Their hatred and pain were still deep, and they bought enough time for their boss.

The true elect pope was therefore able to fight back.

Florentino soon realized that he was still careless, and his desire to compete with Frunzberg made him actively pursue greater results, so that he exposed his flaws.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain shooting down his arm.

Fortunately, his instinct was still working, faster than his thinking, and he retracted his arm completely, avoiding Oswald's blow as fast as the wind.

This soul-stealing night shadow emerged from under the dead soldier, intending to cut off Florentino's arm.

Of course, Florentino's arm was only "fairly intact", and the soul-snatching night shadow still made a huge hole in it.

Florentino's own blood once again flowed from his body.

Then Florentino felt as if his body had been emptied out and "absorbed energy"!

The Church of Rome does not have a "national" magician who can use this kind of ninth-level necromancy magic, but the church has accumulated all the high-level magic scrolls in its treasure house accumulated for hundreds of years, including this kind of magic scroll worth hundreds of thousands of talers.

of top scrolls.

Of course, a scroll of this level is a rare treasure even for the Roman Church.

The second huge wound followed, and behind the other fallen soldier, a three-meter-long giant ax struck at Florentino's body.

Florentino pushed back in time to push away a Swiss man behind him, but his blood still flowed out.

The characteristics of "Luo Ying" made it unnecessary to cut open the armor, and directly created a half-meter-long chest on Florentino's chest.

This strange ax that distorts spirit and matter reaches its maximum power in the Sistine Chapel, the gathering point of faith.

Blood squeezed violently from Florentino's armor.

Florentino realized something was wrong.

Although this wound is long, because he evaded in time, it should only leave a terrible wound that is not deep enough and will not bleed so much.

That giant ax is not only astonishingly powerful, but also a rare item.

In an instant, this well-informed man made a judgment.

With powerful warriors, dangerous shadows, and several priests helping him out, Florentino decided to give up.

Although he was eager to make achievements, he had not completely lost his mind. At this time, he also knew that he had to retreat.

Although the Swiss who separated him from the United Kingdom's line of troops were now only wearing two thin layers of clothing, he could not hold on to break the formation.

He wants to retreat.

But it was too crowded. Although he killed many Swiss, the most elite troops and the most devout believers of the True Pope still went forward to attack him. If he was given space to display, the formation would collapse.

This once made him kill faster and more efficiently.

Now he can't escape.

At this time, he had to face the unfavorable situation that those Swiss people had just faced.

The enemy besieged him fiercely.

Florentino's sophisticated armor helped him block a red archbishop's heavy hammer, and even armor-piercing weapons could not hurt him.

It's really not the fault of the master who made the armor that he couldn't stop "Luo Ying".

Florentino chopped down another Swiss with his backhand. But this time, under the watchful eyes of the soul-stealing night shadow, he was unable to completely solve the problem.

The Swiss who had been knocked down used his last strength to hold his feet.

Florentino gave him another kick, crushing his head like a watermelon.

But the Swiss's efforts and sacrifices are valuable, and the efforts and sacrifices of his other comrades are equally valuable, but his results are very direct.

Another heavy hammer hit Florentino's helmet. The boss leaned back and narrowly avoided the critical point, but he was hit again on the shoulder, and more importantly, he lost his balance.

Tony's ax was too big to swing in the crowd, and he only had one chance to attack, but this blow and Oswald's subsequent thrust knocked Florentino to the ground.

When these powerful beings besieged Florentino, Ladislaus commanded the troops to move up two more stairs.

A few people in the front row could already see this important battle.

But the Swiss who stood in front of them were as determined as the comrades who besieged Florentino. The United Kingdom soldiers who were close at hand watched helplessly as the old manager in a purple wave was besieged by powerful enemies.

A Spanish Archbishop also rushed to the front of the battle. Under the protection of the soldiers, he performed a "Cure Fatal Wounds" to help Florentino.

"No! It will cause fatal injuries!"

At the last moment when the magic was about to take shape, Frundsberg arrived.

He also shouted at the same time.

Prevented this erroneous spellcasting.

Sirik's eyes are focused here, interfering with his priest's spellcasting. Sirik's priests from Spain and the United Kingdom have killed several wounded people and healed many enemies.

Frunzberg, like Florentino who wanted to challenge him, ignored the enemy's halberd and plunged into the formation.

The "Sword of Babenberg" blocked several weapons of the Grand Controller who were attacking to the end. The most dangerous attack was not carried out with weapons.

But by yelling.

"Oswald, the conditions my master promised you are still valid!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone
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