Chapter 1923 Draw your sword and kill your own grandfather!
Chapter 1930 Draw your sword and kill your own grandfather!
Calm and smooth, almost invisible waves swept across, and the black-robed caster screamed, and many parts of his body turned into blood. The situation was so miserable that even Balbo and Idian subconsciously stood up with chills——
This lethality is too terrifying!
The opponent is a legend! A legend! In one blow, it became like this. What’s even more frightening is that even several consecutive legendary-level healing spells can’t bring it back!
If you can kill that legend, you have the possibility of killing them. Not to mention, the fluctuation of this spell is so subtle that you can miss it if you don't pay attention!
"Ah, the healing spell failed." Prince Rimel shrugged hypocritically:
"Sorry, sorry..."
Because it is a healing spell, the body's instinctive resistance will be relatively weak;
Because it is a brand new healing spell, the defense system constructed by the caster does not include it as an automatic defense object at all;
Because it is a healing spell that he has practiced very well and has treated many strong people, so he already has too much experience on how to overcome the automatic defense of strong people...
Of course, this is the first time I hit Legend. However, with a slight adjustment, the attack effect of Legend will be weaker, and there is no way that it cannot be hit——
Look, it’s hit!
Baierbo just felt his head buzzing. What kind of healing spell failed? This is simply the application of the instant death version of the healing spell!
Little Gretel, what kind of monster did you teach?
Fortunately, this monster is on our side. In the future, I only hope to be able to research the defense method of this spell, and hope that this guy will not use this spell to deal with our own side...
Idian also felt that his brain was buzzing. But that was the good thing about a warrior. His brain was buzzing, which did not prevent him from wielding the moon blade and fighting with the paladin.
On the other side, Sword Master Frederick also came forward to kill him, his golden sword energy roaring in all directions. Within a few dozen meters, no one except the legend of the fighting class could get in.
Even Baierbo and the legendary priest of the Glorious Holy See were forced to retreat to one side and distance themselves. Baierbo sneered slightly:
Legendary mages are not afraid of long distances. For mages, a distance of more than 100 meters is the same as nothing. But you, that unlucky legendary caster, can you still heal him?
Well, for legendary spellcasters, it is indeed within reach. However, if you want precise treatment, I am afraid that it is out of reach...
He was calm and dealt with it calmly. Speaking of which, Prince Rimel's mutant healing technique was not without its benefits, at least the movement was small enough.
The small fluctuation of the spell makes it easy to hide it from people who are investigating from a distance. If it is hidden from the investigators, it is not easy to alert the Holy See and let them send a large number of legendary support.
Fight quickly, finish the fight quickly, retreat quickly——
Baierbo held his breath and concentrated, and spells came out in waves. They trapped, controlled, and prohibited teleportation, so that the opponent's spellcaster couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and couldn't send a message if he wanted to.
Then, he stretched out his finger, and four fireballs were squeezed from all sides. In the center of the fireball, a ring of white light opened and fell upside down, protecting the priest in the middle.
The white light shimmered and fluctuated, breaking through the fireball and sweeping away the flames. Prince Rimmer cursed and got out of the way, but was still illuminated. Wisps of black air floated out, and the black cloak on his body was in tatters, like a beggar.
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Baierbo was confident and smiled softly:
Very good, the opponent has already propped up this legendary level defensive shield, and it has been stretched a bit too much——
The nine-ring spell will naturally be eliminated if it is swept away by this legendary defense. However, your defensive shield seems to be unable to move, right?
Next, it’s time for me to bombard you wildly!
Four against three, calculated mentally but not intentionally, one of them has already been killed. If we don’t win this battle, there will be no justice!
"Iudian, you go to help over there. Your Royal Highness, you cooperate with His Excellency Frederick to kill that soldier. I will do this here..."
He commanded in an orderly manner. Yudian responded and left:
At this point, Little Grete's side should have already started, right?
Although Ms. Servilia is in charge there, Ms. Servilia is just an ancient tree in the final analysis. The defense is strong, but the attack is always limited, cough.
If the opponent comes to the battlefield with a powerful legendary attack, Ms. Servilia can only barely protect everyone, but she probably won't be able to counterattack. Three versus two here is enough, I will rush over!
He disappeared on the battlefield. Prince Rimmer, who was left behind, muttered and disappeared with a snap. There were three enemies on the opposite side, two of them from the Glorious Holy See. They knew clearly that their power could restrain me, so they insisted on killing me.
stay……
He was sneaky and threw the instant-death treatment spell several times in succession. However, the flames flowed from the paladin's body and woven into a pure white armor. The instant-death treatment spell did not take effect several times.
Prince Rimmer snorted, raised his hand and pointed at the black raindrops, one by one, and hit the Paladin on the head:
fever!
Shiver!
Redness and swelling!
nausea!
confusion!
Blind...
All kinds of negative states are applied in turn. This is the spell that our vampires are best at. I can’t believe that after several consecutive rounds, you can’t hit any of them!!!
Frederick the Swordsman fought extremely restrainedly. But on the other side of the hunting ground where Iuldian rushed to help, there was a different scene:
[White Wolf] William was dying, lying under a leafy tree. [Big Bear] Albery was limping with one arm hanging around his neck, supporting his brother, his face full of grief and anger.
Sitting or lying on the carpet next to them, there were a group of high-level and mid-level knights leaning against them. Some of them could not even wear their armor, and their whole bodies were wrapped in bandages, turning them into mummies with blood stains on them.
The knights stood or sat on both sides, accompanied by a group of servants, low-level knights, and several barbarian warriors. The weapons in their hands were almost full of water. They raised them several times and had to put them down several times.
Linus Askan held a simple long sword in his hand, stood in front of his grandfather, and pointed at Lenny Franco, who was ten meters away:
"I will not give this sword to you! I am a descendant of the Askan family, so I am qualified to master the family's divine sword - if you take one more step forward, I will swing the sword!"
"It's useless for you to swing your sword. You haven't reached the Sky Knight yet, and you can't swing the sword of conquest at all - if you barely swing this sword, it will suck your life and soul dry." Lenny Franco
He sighed and drew his sword:
"I also have the blood of the Askan family flowing in my body! Grandpa, please say something——
As long as you pass this sword to me, as long as you recognize me as the next head of the family, I guarantee that no one here will die, and Your Excellency Conrad will heal everyone's injuries..."
"Why are you telling them this! Lenny, draw your sword!!!"