Although there are not as many high-level mages in the Glory Castle as there are in the Tower of Fang, they are still fewer than in any other place. In a short period of time, more than a dozen of them have gathered at the edge of the square, guarded by swordsmen, with thunderous bombs and fierce fire.
High-level magics such as bullets, giant rocks and flowers were bombarded from all directions.
No matter how powerful the orcs are, their flesh is still flesh under high-level magic. Even the tough flesh and vitality of a barbarian bull cannot withstand the thunderous bombs head-on. But the orcs have not flinched at all. They are not even here to fight.
Instead, they vented their crazy vengeful anger and bestiality, and they began to face the magic desperately.
The thunderous explosive bombs and the powerful fire bombs intertwined with the hot and explosive fire net, causing waves of loud noises and air waves. The remains of the orcs' limbs were flying everywhere, but none of the orcs showed the slightest bit of cowardice, and they all rushed in with howls.
into the formation of swordsmen
, fighting together. Especially the half-orcs driving the charge of the bull. In addition to the direct hit of high-level magic, even the elemental giant summoned by the mage can't resist it. Any obstruction in front, whether it is a person or a building, can't resist it.
Was washed to pieces.
Leaving behind only half of the corpses, the orcs all dispersed from the square into the buildings and lanes of the Glory Castle. There were tens of thousands of priests and swordsmen in the huge Glory Castle, but the orcs were only a few thousand, but relying on
With bodies that are much more flexible and stronger than human swordsmen, as well as almost crazy fighting spirit and anger, they are not at all inferior even though they are far outnumbered. The battle that was originally only around the square has completely spread to
The entire glorious castle.
The entire Glory Castle is already boiling. Even though the light rain that saves all sentient beings is still falling, the screams of swordsmen and priests are still ringing everywhere. Under the heavy weapons of the orcs, even the restoration elements of
The forbidden spell is not very effective. The orcs have no strategic or tactical intentions. They rely almost entirely on their instinctive killing impulse and anger. Like the most primitive beasts, they kill everyone they see. There is chaos everywhere in the Glory Castle.
The orcs were bumping into and killing each other, causing chaos.
At this time, naturally no one pays attention to a person's movements, no matter who he is or what he is going to do.
The Glory Castle Showroom, which had always been heavily guarded, is now in a mess. Here are the relics of past popes, treasures and other extremely precious things. In addition to the protective magic circle, there are also the usual tight guards, but
Now several priests have rushed in and want to take some of the magic props.
"Sir, what are you going to do? Most of the relics here are the relics of His Majesty the Popes." The swordsman in charge of the guard stopped them.
"Can't you hear the noise outside?" a priest shouted.
Outside there was the vibration of bull hooves trampling and the screams of the swordsmen. Several bulls had already rushed nearby, including an old bull, charging everywhere. The swordsmen and priests were completely helpless, but there were no tall bulls nearby.
For high-level mages, many of the things placed in the showroom are high-level magic props.
Ordinary people are really fragile in front of the huge size and power of the bull. Even if the healing power of all sentient beings can cure fatal injuries, the swordsman priest is usually hit completely in front of the bull's head or is completely deformed by the bull's hooves.
His body was torn to pieces, and there was no sign of any injuries. He died simply and simply.
With a bang, a wall of the showroom suddenly shattered, and a huge bull nearly three meters high appeared in front of everyone. The bull had several swords and spears on it, as well as several wounds caused by magic explosions.
The half-orc trainer on the back of the bull had long ago collapsed on the bull's back, motionless, with a long sword embedded in his ugly green head. But in this case, it made no difference whether there was a trainer commanding him or not.
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The cow opened its mouth, and a burst of thick acidic gas suddenly sprayed two or three swordsmen to the ground. The sulfuric acid-like gas instantly corroded the flesh to pieces. Although the permeating Pudu sentient beings immediately repaired the injuries, the remaining
The gas on the body continued to corrode, heal, and corrode again, causing the two swordsmen to scream and roll on the ground in pain. The barbarian bull then buried its head and rushed towards the remaining few people.
Several priests crawled to the ground to escape. There was a loud bang and rubble flew everywhere. Several altars with items placed on them were smashed into pieces together with the protective magic circles in the entire exhibition room. Most of these magic circles were for warning and magic protection.
type, it will have no effect at all under the power of the bull.
Man Niu turned around and rushed in another direction. He was about to smash the two priests and the altar behind him to pieces. A figure quickly flew into the room and stood in front of Man Niu in a blink of an eye. He stretched out his hand and patted the man in front of him.
On top of Man Niu's forehead, Man Niu's huge body suddenly fell to the ground like a drained sack.
"Mr. Bishop Inham." Several priests who had left the hell gate were surprised. "It's really the Lord's guidance. You came at the right time."
"Well, I came just in time. If I were a step later, I would have been in trouble." The cardinal seemed relieved. He walked behind the priest and took down half of the scepter from the altar.
"You...what are you doing with this? The situation outside is very tight now. You'd better go to the square to help, otherwise it will be too late..."
"Ah, yes, you have to hurry up, or it will be too late." Bishop Inham walked out holding the scepter. With a soft huffing sound, the heads of the two priests who spoke suddenly flew out. The others
They were all stunned and still didn't understand what happened.
As Bishop Inham's hand moved in the void a few times, and as some faint black lines quickly came out of his hand and danced around, the bodies of several other priests and swordsmen were all made of building blocks.
The same thing was torn apart, with blood splattering everywhere.
Without even looking back, Inham held the scepter and flew outside.
The Pope has been carried back to the room in the Temple of Light. The Templars are all guarding outside. Only Bishop Adela is still guarding the Pope's bed.
The pope's breath was very weak, and he looked very haggard and old. After this old man who was originally energetic, graceful, and extraordinary, used the ring for the second time, he looked as if he had lived for hundreds of years and absorbed every bit of essence and vitality in his life.
The dying man had all been exhausted and only had his last breath left. And the once majestic white magic in his body did not remain at all. This was not due to consumption, but because of the depletion of the body itself.
Adela and the other two cardinals also tried to treat it, but it had no effect. Even Pudu had no effect on the Pope's body for the rest of his life, let alone other white magic.
The magic of summoning guardian angels to save all living beings consumes not only life force but life span, which is something that cannot be restored by any magic or power. Use it twice in a row, even if it mainly relies on the Ring of the King and
The power of thought gathered in the Glory Castle should be extremely consumed, and the Pope himself is not young.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Adela called softly, but the Pope didn't respond at all, and then Adela smiled.
Lancelot and three other temple knights joined forces to fight Gru in the square, and the others also focused their attention on the commotion and fighting. After the Pope fainted, Bishop Adela acted as His Majesty the Pope
As a close confidant, he has naturally become the only person who can be by the Pope's side now.
"Finally, do you have today?" Adela looked at the Pope on the bed, smiling brightly and happily, but there was a ferocious look in her eyes. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? You
Do you know how many years I have endured this stinky old man like you? I finally made me wait until today...hahahahahaha..."
Amidst the suppressed laughter, Adela reached out to grab the Pope's fist. He could see clearly that after the Pope fell down on the Temple of Light, the Ring of the King in the air also fell down. The half-conscious Pope happened to
He can also reach out to catch the ring and hold it in his hand.
The Pope's fist was clenched so tightly that it was surprising how this old man, who was about to die of old age, still had such strength. Adela couldn't pull the Pope's fist away after several attempts, and he anxiously
Stamping his feet, even if the Pope was really dead, he couldn't use a knife to cut off the Pope's hand, so that others, especially Lancelot, could see it.
Just when Adela was looking for something smaller to use as a crowbar, the Pope on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily: "You disappoint me so much..."
Adela suddenly became like a clay and wood sculpture, completely stunned, his eyes almost falling out of his eyes in fear, and then his feet began to tremble and tremble non-stop.
After saying those few words, the Pope coughed and tried to take a deeper breath and take in more air, but it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to do this. Those few words just now had exhausted all the energy he had accumulated.
The trembling in her legs had spread to her whole body. Adela was shaking like chaff. She stared wide-eyed at the Pope on the bed who was trying to take a few more breaths. Although he had just said something proud, but under the old man's years of hard work,
I was so intimidated that I almost had no other ideas.
There were all kinds of explosions and fighting sounds outside. Adela's body was shaking more and more violently, and the panic in her eyes was getting heavier and heavier. The Pope was still struggling to breathe.
Suddenly, Adela gritted her teeth, jumped on the bed, straddled the Pope, and tightly strangled the Pope's neck with both hands. His face, which used to be as beautiful as a woman's, was now completely distorted, but the biggest thing in it was actually fear.
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I don’t know how long it took, but Adela gasped and let go of his hand. The old man beneath him had no trace of being alive anymore. He died peacefully without any struggle. Adela didn’t even know when he died.
None of them noticed.
Adela fell from the bed and sat down on the ground. Only then did she realize that her pants had been wet for some time.