Part Four Chaos Chapter Forty-Four Round Continues
Along with the heat wave, there seems to be a vague smell of corpses filling the air. The color rolling in the huge fireball is like the color of the corpse. Everyone can understand that the magic power contained in this fireball is not just a simple fire.
Department of magic.
In the face of the Temple Knight's magic-breaking crystal arrow and the Cardinal's white magic, no matter how weird and terrifying the magic was, it could have been easily solved. But this opportunity happened to be just when Wilsky and Adela had just taken action.
.Although this fireball is not as fast as the magic-breaking arrow, it will never let them have time to send out the next magic and crystal arrow.
This huge fireball stinking of corpses was aimed at Bishop Adela. Others might have avoided it, but he didn't have the ability to do so even if he wanted to.
Although Adela and Welsky were unable to take action, there was still Christian. He snorted coldly and headed towards the fireballs with his iron feather giant sword. No matter how big or weird the fireball was,
It's just a basic spell, with an astonishing explosive power at most, and a little bit of poison in it. As long as the magic wave in it is cut off with a clean cut, even advanced magic like thunderous bombs will be frozen and disintegrated. What's left is
What came down was just two flames.
The Iron Feather Giant Sword turned into a sharp silver light and struck towards the fireball. This sword was condensed with surging white magic. To deal with this kind of magic that was obviously dark and necromantic was definitely like cutting butter with a hot knife.
But before the silver sword blade came into contact with the fireball, the fireball suddenly dispersed and exploded.
It wasn't because the sword was too powerful or sharp, but because the person who fired the fireball fired another smaller and faster fireball from behind, hitting the one in front of him. As a result, the original concentrated fireball
The blue-green color of the group suddenly dispersed, turning into an overwhelming blue-green rain of fire that was sprinkled towards Christian and the Templars behind him.
It turns out that the explosive power contained in this fireball is not great. It is really just a ball of condensed fire. Therefore, after it explodes, it does not splash everywhere, but continues to turn into a rain of fire flying in the sky and flies forward.
If it were just an ordinary rain of fire, it would be just a blast of hot wind to the Temple Knights and Templars, but this magical flame with strange colors was different. The first one to bear the brunt was Christine. The Iron Feather Giant Sword could certainly cut
The magic was cut off, but it could not block the magic. Although he could not dodge, he withdrew his hands and blocked his eyes at the critical moment. The dense magical flames were as dense as a large basin of water poured in front of him.
on him.
The blue-green flames burned the glorious armor, making only a slight sizzling sound before disappearing in the white light, but the chain-mail gloves and steel boots were corroded as quickly as ice poured on molten iron under the flames.
He wore it. The flames that fell on his exposed skin immediately became more intense. It was as if it had fallen on a pile of oil, and it burned with joy and joy.
Christine let out an extremely miserable cry. No one who heard this sound would think that it came from the mouth of a noble, majestic and powerful temple knight. The air smelled of burnt meat, and the burnt meat was still
That rotten smelly meat.
However, the Temple Knights are still Temple Knights after all. Almost at the same time as being burned, Christian was able to gather magic power in the pain that was similar to being drenched in molten iron, and immediately used purification and healing techniques on himself. Then
The strange flame that had just burned on his face immediately subsided, leaving behind a piece of skin that was torn and charred, like a trace of charcoal that had been burning for half an hour.
Christian groaned and fell to the ground. Although the injuries on the surface were terrifying, they were by no means serious. It was just that his white magic skills were not enough, and the purification technique could not completely get rid of the strange magic power in the flames. His current condition
It's like a bucket of oil was poured on the wall. Although it was wiped and cleaned, the things that penetrated inside are still there, and they keep seeping deeper and deeper. The corrosive magic power
Everywhere the toxin reaches, it announces that part of the body begins to wither, fail, and become corrupt. If the fighting spirit and white magic in the body hadn't been able to suppress it, I'm afraid he would be a zombie now.
The blue-green fire rain that crossed Christian spread to a field twenty meters away, covering Adela, Wilsky and all the Templars. The hot and putrid atmosphere immediately transformed the area within twenty meters into something like
It was a huge oven that was baking dead rats in the sewer. Everyone could feel that their lungs seemed to be perforating under the corrosion of this gas, and their skin was also eroding. But no templar was hiding.
Because in the center of this oven is the Cardinal.
But just because they didn't hide didn't mean they had a way to deal with it. More than half of the Templars' faces were as white as snow. Two or three Templars rushed forward and blocked Adela with their bodies.
Asa's legs softened as he fired the fireball, and he almost sat on the ground. The three Hiltons next to him temporarily lost consciousness due to excessive shock.
This fireball mutated by necromancy magic drained all the magic power out of his body. He almost lost control of his body. Although necromancy magic was subtle, he faced a temple with white magic all over his body.
Knight. There is also a cardinal who may know more and more deeply about necromancy than he does. With his magic control skills that are not much higher than the apprentice level at most, the magic may not be released before it has any effect.
It would be cracked and eliminated by others. So he simply used this simplest, most direct and best method.
The simplest and most direct method is often the most practical and effective when used at the most appropriate time. The necromantic magic power in this fireball is so strong that just a fingernail with a little flame is enough to kill a cow, even if it is
The white magic of the Temple Knights and Templars has a certain restraint effect on this, but after all, it is the undead flame that Asa has poured all his magic power into, just like Christine. Even if the burned person cannot die, he will never die.
It will just be peeling off the skin.
Wilsky shouted loudly, and finally held up his sacred guardian at this moment. A white light shield appeared on his arm.
But the light shield in his hand could only stretch to one meter square at most, just enough to cover him and Adela behind. The few templars protecting Adela also happened to fall behind the holy guardian
Within the protective range of the shield. But apart from that, the surrounding Templars were exposed to this strange rain of fire, including Tali, whose hand had been disabled by receiving an arrow from Gru.
Silk. Although they can all use white magic, this overwhelming flame of necromancy is obviously not something that white magicians below the bishop can resist.
"The glory of the Lord, give me the strength and courage to defeat evil." With a loud shout, a figure did not dodge, but rushed forward against the blue-green sea of death.
"Warrior Javi." Talis and several Templars exclaimed. The figure flying up was the young Templar.
As Javi shouted, a strong white light suddenly appeared around his body. This light was so strong that his body was almost submerged in it, just like the earth-shattering purification that Adela used when he first entered the forest.
The same technique. At this moment, he almost became the sun setting in the world.
The white light quickly spread around his figure, and then the blue-green flames representing death, like the white light of the sun, collided together.
There was no earth-shattering collision, but everyone could feel the strange fluctuations caused by two completely different and seemingly equal magical powers impacting each other and then eroding each other and melting into each other. The blue-green fire rain and the white light moved at the same rapid speed.
It dissipated in the air. Only a small number of blue-green fireflies continued to fly behind, but they could no longer cause much damage to the Templars.
The white light disappeared, and the young templar fell to the ground and staggered, barely able to stand still. The magic leather armor on his body was riddled with holes, like a piece of rags that had just been pulled out of the stove, and even his clothes and hair had many holes.
There were traces of burns, but there was no damage to his body. Except for the tiredness on his face and the staggering steps, this was also a sign of excessive consumption of magic power at one time.
The Templars let out moderate cheers and exclamations. Even Wilsky looked at Warrior Javi in disbelief.
Asa was equally surprised as he looked at the templar opposite who had dissolved his own fireball. It happened that the templar also glanced at him. Asa was in a daze involuntarily, but this strange face that should have been his first meeting surprised him.
He had an extremely strange feeling, and those azure eyes seemed to bring out a strange familiarity in his heart.
Only the cardinal's face showed the most surprise and admiration, but this surprise only delayed a little time. Christine, who barely flew back, could no longer hold on. She fell to the ground. Adela quickly used white magic.
Help him treat and detoxify. And with Wilsky's order, all the Templars swarmed forward and rushed forward. Everyone could see that the man who fired the fireball had exhausted his magic, and now was a good opportunity.
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The Templars flying up were a little slower, because they had to avoid the gradually expanding battlefield. Not only them, but also Asa and Cedros were trying to stay away from there as much as possible.
Gru and Lancelot clashed with fists and swords for the thirteenth time. Gru still didn't move. Lancelot took three steps back, and then immediately stepped forward again.
However, others could only see two blurry white figures impacting and colliding with each other in a chaotic and fierce airflow. The circle was gradually expanding in the venue, and the two figures suddenly separated and merged faster and faster.
The surrounding air trembled with every collision. The soil on the ground around the two people was splashing everywhere, and the sparks of the fighting spirit continued to shine, colliding with each other and swirling together with the rolled up airflow.
After the magic of Adela and Cedros collided, Wellskai's arrow was deflected by Grukankan, and then Asana's huge and weird fireball shot. At this time, Lancelot was about to attack
He tried to intercept him, but Gru stepped forward and punched him first.
Facing the unarmed opponent who was probably the strongest in the continent, Lancelot had no choice but to fight with all his strength. Although it only took a few blinks for the fireball to explode behind him, the battle between the two was far more intense than before.
It is more dangerous and intense to deal with fireballs.
Every punch, every kick, every slightest movement of Gru's is the most direct and simple attack. The power and destructive power contained in every blow is enough to knock down the strongest ogre.
.Every time Lancelot's sword collided with his fists and feet, the shock and sound was like a siege engine hitting the city gate.
Every attack from Gru can knock Lancelot back at least three steps. When the Paladin retreats, each step will leave a large and deep hole in the ground, but it will immediately hit him again after he retreats.
He came back up again. Whether he was retreating or attacking, every movement was the same smooth, perfect, and seamlessly matched with each other.
From an offensive point of view, Gru is like a mountain, huge, heavy, and too powerful to be measured by human power. The power and power he displays have already surpassed the boundaries of ordinary humans. But Lancelot is like water.
Although it seems to be weak and can retreat with a single blow, it only retreats without dying or weakening, endlessly repeatedly impacting the majestic mountain in front of it.
At the beginning, Gru seemed to just want to delay Lancelot, and Lancelot tried his best to get out. But after the fourth fistfight, they no longer knew anything about the other people on the battlefield.
.These two top warriors began to become completely selfless in the evenly matched fight. What collided with each other was no longer their bodies and fighting spirit, but their souls.
No templar dared to step forward rashly to help or disturb, half out of fear, the air flow generated by the frenzied collision of fighting spirit was enough to tear a person to pieces, and the other half out of awe.
Welski was probably the most capable person here, but he didn't take action. Maybe he knew that his action might not be useful, or maybe it was out of respect for the two samurai who went all out.
Bishop Adela did his best to help Christian dispel the toxins in his body and the corrosion of necromantic magic. The Javi warrior and Talis, who had an injured arm, did not leave and were guarding him. The other templar warriors had already rushed to Asa.
And in front of Cedros.
Wilsky's goal did not change, and the golden light headed towards Cedros with a thrilling roar, which was the prelude to the battle of the nine Templars.
At the same time as Wellskai opened his bow and nocked an arrow, Asa gritted his teeth and held a knife in front of Cedros. A white fighting spirit flashed on his body. But he didn't know that this golden light would even knock Gru back three steps.
Is he able to stand it? But even if he can't stand it, he must stand it.
But the arrow did not arrive. A ray of light passed by and intercepted the demon-breaking arrow in mid-air.
"Stop it all."
This time Elder Lloyd's voice was obviously more powerful, more powerful and more powerful, probably because the thousands of elves around him had their bows fully drawn and loaded with arrows.