"Ha..." Lamberts, dressed in a blood-dyeed official robe, laughed, "Hahaha..."
Then he fell into a crazy laugh that could not help himself - "Hahahaha!!!"
His bloodshot eyes suddenly raised and he stared at Yiwen Ian: "Very good! It's so great!! That's what I want!!!"
Lambert let go of his left hand, and before Edishil could fall to the ground, he rushed towards Evan Ian.
"I will return the humiliation of the past ten years to you a hundred times!!!!!!"
"Such an inexplicable word--" Looking at Lamberts who had jumped high and slashed at him with a sword, Yiwen Ian leaned slightly and raised his right hand.
The distance of ten steps is just a blink of an eye for a high-level swordsman.
But for Yiwen Ian, he had enough to do a lot of things in this blink of an eye.
"Let's talk about it when you get to hell!"
Yiwen Ian snapped his fingers.
The red light turned into electricity flashed away.
The carbon dioxide in the air is decomposed into flammable carbon monoxide by spells, and then fully mixed with oxygen in the air to ignite it is—
boom!
The blazing red flames swept through the narrow corridor in an instant!
"Don't underestimate me! Bastard!"
In the flames, a white magic fire ignited from Lamberts's long sword, and with one sword, he slashed the explosive flames, and slashed at Yiwen Ian unstoppable!
However, Yiwen Ian's response to him was just a cold look: "Alchemy made--Stone Cone Ground Thorn!"
The abundant magic power sets up a subversive elemental resonance, because the reaction of elemental magic does not completely overflow, and the golden light on the hard marble floor spreads, and the hard stone slabs surge like tides, understanding, decomposing, and recreating.
In one breath, spiral stone clusters growing in direction rose up like spears, and countless sharp stone spear tips roared and teared the ground, pointing to the air in unison—
Like a stone gun hell!
Lamberts jumped through the flames, and faced the sudden rising stone gun, he had no time to react and had already hit him.
"Bang!"
At the critical moment, Lambert forced his body to twist and pass through the cracks in the stone forest, and was not stabbed by those stone guns that had been blessed by the sharp technique.
"It's so weak." Yiwen Ian slapped the stone gun beside him, and the green magic excess light flashed away, and the stone guns that were blocking him and Lamberts suddenly burst out, flying out like a rain of stone, cutting out wounds on Lamberts' body.
"In ten years, you have made almost no progress."
Was hit by the stone explosion technique, Lambert flew backwards back and fell heavily on the stairs, almost rolling down.
"Puff!" Lying on the ground, Lamberts stared at Yiwen Ian fiercely, opened his mouth, but spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Looking at this man who was like a stray dog, Yiwen Ian didn't have much sense of accomplishment at all. Even in good condition, Lamberts might not be able to beat him, let alone in this situation now. From the beginning, this man was seeking death.
Yiwen Ian slowly walked to Lamberts less than a few steps away, leaned over and picked up Edishil. The girl who had lost too much blood had fainted.
"..." Yiwen Ian briefly checked her injuries and couldn't help but frown. The sword pierced from the back hurt her body. The right lung lobe was pierced. The very troublesome wound must be treated as soon as possible.
He picked up Edishil, and Yiwen Ian waved his hand and re-used a fossil-to-clay technique. The stone forest, who had almost blocked the entire corridor, suddenly softened and disappeared.
"Why..." Behind Ivan Ian, the wailing dog's wailing continued.
Yiwen Ian handed the girl in her arms to Beatreth, then turned her head back and looked at Lamberts.
At this time, the paladin kneeling on the steps, the unreasonable madness and hatred gradually faded, and replaced by only deep confusion and despair.
"Why... it's just a mere black blood heresy... but the one who was defeated... it was me... why... the gods... why even the enemies of the gods... you still refuse to give me the divine power of truth..."
Ivan Ian looked at Lamberts, and his memory couldn't help but go back nine years ago.
Nine years ago, in front of him and the sheriff with a golden hair, Lamberts held a sword in white robe and silver hair like stars, and was full of energy. Even when he came up, he ate Knitin, but he still did not change his majestic temperament.
Now, he is like a stray dog, losing one of his eyes, his beard is unshaven, his eyes are kneeling on the ground blankly, muttering to himself like a madman.
"Ha...that's why I hate believers..." Yiwen Ian muttered softly, "I would rather pray to the gods and please them than spend more effort to work hard on my own... To put it bluntly, what are the differences between you crazy believers and those guys who shout "It's not me who is wrong, but the world"..."
Yiwen Ian rotated his fingers, and the red flames surrounded the fire circles with the tracks drawn from his fingertips. Looking at Lamberts who looked up at him with confusion, Yiwen Ian raised his arm calmly-
The huge fireball burning almost hit the ceiling.
"Lamperts Leobert...Your life is not qualified!"
boom!
The ceiling exploded.
"Please stop!"
The holy girl who fell from the sky waved her long sword and split the spell thrown by Yiwen Ian with one sword.
Unlike Lamberts, after a good night's sleep, Kate's body was full of divine power. The sword that condensed the Holy Flame almost split the entire fireball in half.
The split fireball exploded behind Kate, and immediately followed her, more than ten black-robed judges also jumped down from the hole in the ceiling, surrounding Yiwen Ian in the middle.
"It's the enemy! Protect Master Ian!" The maids' musket team, who had been watching in the distance, suddenly became turbulent. More than a dozen muskets were raised instantly, and almost pulled the trigger.
"Please stop!" "Wait."
Kate and Ivan Ian almost shouted at him, stopping the restless Beatrice and the others.
But some people react faster than they said.
Facing the white-haired girl who had already squatted and landed on the inside of the encirclement, more than a dozen judges holding short blades were immediately in agitation.
They had not forgotten that the white-haired maid with green eyes in front of them easily killed their two companions in the courtyard before, just like slapping dust, and with only one person, they dragged the two truth-level judges.
Although judging from her current bandage on her left arm and her blood was faintly bleeding, the judges still did not dare to be careless - in the battle, it was not only the other party who consumed a lot of weapons and power.
As a result, the maids surrounded the judge, who surrounded Ivenian and Eofeta, but for a moment they fell into a confrontation.
Yiwen Ian glanced at Kate, then lowered his head and signaled, and said hello: "This dress is very suitable for you."
Looking at Ivan Ian's gentlemanly behavior, Kate almost forgot about the crazy things he did to himself last night.
Of course, such a thing is definitely not possible to forget so quickly, so Kate looked at Yiwen Ian, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit far-fetched: "Thank you the kindness of the maid next to you."
Yiwen Ian nodded, but changed his mind, but got to the point: "Do you want to kill me at all costs?"
Kate was silent, leaned over to check Lamberts' injuries. After several twists and turns, he, who was already exhausted, fainted at some point. The judges surrounding Yiwen Ian looked indifferent, but did not take the opportunity to take action.
Kate stood up and looked at Yiwen Ian with a complicated expression: "If I say yes, then do you think we have a chance to kill you?"
But Yiwen Ian didn't expect Kate to throw the problem back. He smiled faintly and said openly: "About 20% of the possibility."
"Is it 20%..." Kate couldn't help but smile bitterly, his crimson pupils were full of loss. Although her words would overturn all the previous efforts of the Holy See, she and the judges around her had such mental preparations.
"So if we surrender, can you guarantee the lives of all our companions, both captured and injured judges, safe?"
Kate asked Ewen Ian openly and honestly.
"..." Yiwen Ian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "What do you mean? I'll just think about it after killing someone and apologizing?"
Kate was mentally prepared for any reaction from Ewen Ian. She simply replied: "If you promise not to abuse the prisoners, we can surrender and deal with it at your disposal."
"Hmph..." Yiwen Ian was a little confused, "You crazy believers actually want to surrender? Don't you, the crazy believers, have to drag the enemy away even if you go to hell?"
"...I can command them..." Kate pondered for a moment, and then replied, "Although I am not talented, I am just a candidate for the Black Saint, but my status in the Sanctum is second only to the presiding judges."
Kate raised his chest slightly: "It can even be said that my words are closer to the gods than the judges."
Kate said without hesitation, but she knew very well that this was just a few words of face. In fact, even the crazy believers would not be willing to die in vain. The people of the Knights of the Thirteenth Division came to realize their ideals, while the monks had their own revenge goal, and spent their lives in vain for an impossible mission. Not to mention the judge himself, even the top leaders of the church had to consider it - dozens of high-level priests, but they had considerable combat power.
"The guardian power of the Duke's Mansion is far stronger than we had imagined in advance." Kate admitted the failure of the Holy See. "The impact of the eighty high-ranking judges was unfolded in various favorable situations, but just attacking the second floor was powerless... In addition, the power around you is even more terrifying..."
Kate knew very well how terrible a truth-level mage is. Compared with the truth-level knights, the horror of the truth-level mage is that as long as they can kill a high-level swordsman, they can kill ten high-level swordsmen, and give them a certain amount of time, even a hundred high-level warriors are not a problem.
There seem to be many judges surrounding Ivan Ian here, but under the protection of a warrior at the peak of truth, even Ivan Ian alone is enough to kill everyone here.
Or in other words, in the entire court attack plan, the real strength of "Iven Ian" caught them the most off guard. When all the presiding judges on the Holy See were defeated or fled, even if the remaining people resisted to the end, they could only fail. Kate was not the crazy Lamberts, she knew this very well.
In this case, it would be better to exchange something else for Yiwen Ian with the inevitable defeat - such as a promise.
"In addition to not killing prisoners or abuse prisoners, we also hope that you will not harm other church members who are not in the Sanskrit Institute. This attack is the responsibility of our Sanskrit Institute and has nothing to do with their 'clean people' - and in order to maintain the stability of the territory, ordinary church members still need it? Since your Silver Rose family has acquiesced to the existence of the church over the past few decades, you must be very clear about this."
Kate summarized his surrender conditions.
Yiwen Ian narrowed his eyes gently, but he did not comment: "Give me a reason not to kill you, because of your attack, the Duke's Mansion sacrificed many people - if we hadn't resisted desperately, you might have been killed by you long ago. Do you want me to let you go with such hatred? In my opinion, you are the ones who deserve to be damned, what's the difference between captives and letting you go?"
"There are not so many people who died in battle." Kate shook his head, "Your Maid Guard's tactics are very effective. We cannot cause much effective damage to you - and from the perspective of divine art, many injured people can be saved if they use divine art immediately."
Kate finally threw out his biggest bargaining chip.
Her eyes turned to Edishir who was held in Beatres' arms by Beatres: "For example, Miss Edishir - I promise you that those of us who still have the energy to perform magic will give priority to treating you after surrendering."
"Before becoming a candidate for the Black Saint, I was the only candidate for the White Saint. In other words, my divine affinity is the highest even in the entire church. Should I make a bet? As long as it is not a particularly fatal injury, such as a head being cut off, even a black blood heretic like you, I can save it."
Kate pressed his right hand on his chest. Compared to the initial impression of Yiwen Ian's weakness, Kate had a strong sense of confidence and the temperament of being a superior, and the feeling driven by a strong purpose made Yiwen Ian feel very familiar with him.
"Is life for life?" Yiwen Ian glanced at Kate lightly, "This way, if you can save someone, I will guarantee a person's life. As for other things, it depends on my mood. The conditions are just like this. Whether to surrender, you will choose for yourself."
Kate smiled bitterly, and she walked to Ivan Ian and reached out to him: "We accept it."
"It's really a slight ending." Yiwen Ian returned to her with a sarcastic sneer.
Is it a slashing tail? Kate smiled silently in his heart. She didn't think so. When the judges rushed into the Duke's Mansion, which they felt powerless at first, they suddenly realized that when she hit a steel plate, the entire attack was actually over.
What's left is nothing more than ugly dying struggles.
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PS: Even if you try your best to cheat for the judge, it will only be a final game...