With a bang, Lancelot's figure knocked away the orcs in front of him, shattering the magic shield that the cardinals tried their best to support, until he crashed into a wild bull in the distance that was charging towards the swordsman.
Everyone sank into the body of the bull, and the bull, which weighed several thousand kilograms, flew for more than ten meters before landing on the ground and stopping.
The bull was already dead. Lancelot stood up covered in blood, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood. That was not the blood of the bull, but his blood.
He knew very well that if it weren't for the healing power of the Glorious Armor that attracted all sentient beings, he would have died at least five times. The power of that kick far exceeded his expectations and the endurance of the Glorious Armor.
It continued to be destroyed and then repaired by the Pursuit of All Living Beings. The chest and abdomen were constantly broken and healed. Finally, after all the Purdue Living Beings were consumed, the destructive power of this kick was basically offset.
Maybe even Moriel in human form couldn't kick such a kick. This kick had almost unleashed all the strength that the body could achieve.
"Now, I am in the best condition." Gru pointed at Lancelot. The two of them were now hundreds of meters apart. Gru's voice was not loud, but Lancelot could hear it clearly.
, because he was speaking to him, and he was listening.
The wounds on Gru's body were still bleeding, and the two swords the Temple Knight used before his death were as deep as the bone. Like the orcs, he could not borrow the healing power of all sentient beings, and he had spent too much power just now. Lan
Slott was sure that he must be seriously injured, but he also felt that maybe he was really in the best condition.
The body is indeed weakening, but the spirit has been condensed to an unprecedented height. The murderous aura and killing power that was like a huge wave rolling into the sky, killing without mercy, are no longer there. Even the fighting spirit that was extremely strong has disappeared, and has been replaced.
It is a more wonderful and deeper feeling in the soul.
Gru pointed at Lancelot and hooked his fingers.
Lancelot did not move. If it was a duel just now, he would have lost and died a dozen times. And he had already seen the situation in the teleportation magic circle.
"Don't move. Where do you want to go?" Gru said coldly.
Lancelot stopped just as he was about to take a step forward. He had to stop when an icy coldness penetrated his spinal cord. The killing intent and aura could not be felt by outsiders, but it had completely enveloped him.
As long as he dares to move towards the teleportation magic circle, Gru will definitely come towards him faster and harder than him, and he is now completely enveloped by the opponent's aura, and he is already at a complete disadvantage.
"You are too weak." Gru shook his head and said with some regret and some hatred.
"Weak?" Lancelot was stunned. No one had ever said this to him, and he said it so naturally that even he couldn't refute it. The person who said this had completely restrained him just by his momentum.
He is really weak.
"You have too many things on you, Lord Paladin." Gru looked at Lancelot. He didn't pay attention to the battle situation elsewhere. In his eyes, there was only Lancelot.
"...It's true. There are too many unnecessary things. I can't win you, so there's no need to say anything." Lancelot finally sighed. He stopped looking at the teleportation magic circle. He turned around and looked at Gru, holding out his hand.
He took off his glorious armor and picked up a long sword from the corpse of a swordsman next to him.
He lost just now because he was joining forces with others and he wanted to win too much. He knew that as long as he could defeat Gru, the remaining orc troops would be much easier to deal with. He had too many worries. He was the leader of the Glory Castle.
The only person who has the ability to confront Gru. He is the spiritual support of all warriors and a paladin. Therefore, he cannot die or be defeated. He has already thought too much.
When top experts like them compete, martial arts and equipment are no longer the most important, or even a burden. What is important is the spirit and soul. The competition is about whose spirit is more concentrated, and whose soul can better use their own power.
Burn more thoroughly.
There is no more glorious armor on his body, and the additional effect of God's Blessing has dissipated. The pain left by the kick on his chest can no longer be suppressed. Lancelot can clearly feel the injury. In addition to the sword in his hand,
There was nothing else, he hadn't felt like this for a long time.
Lancelot suddenly remembered that when he was thirteen years old, on a dark rainy night, he was covered in blood, holding a big sword and confronting a tiger. At that time, he was also naked, and his body was already extremely weak.
He also touched the deepest power of his soul.
"I haven't felt like this for a long time..." Lancelot sheathed his sword and walked towards Gru. There was no fighting spirit or murderous intention in him, and he looked like an ordinary person.
The two ogre warriors discovered that he had no armor and no fighting spirit. They roared and rushed over. At the same time, five or six werewolf warriors rushed over. These were all originally surrounding the teleportation magic circle.
The orcs and the paladin in the glorious battle armor can still make their last rational scruples. Now this man suddenly dropped his armor, lost his fighting spirit and murderous intention, and was undoubtedly a piece of undefended meat.
Lancelot was still walking towards Gru step by step. He didn't walk very fast, but he didn't pause. The distance of each step was the same, and the strength of each step was exactly the same. He looked directly at Gru.
Lu didn't even look at the orcs rushing towards him.
Five or six werewolves suddenly let out a howl at the same time. No matter they were running or jumping, they all fell to the ground like empty bags, twitched a few times and then stopped moving. None of them had any big injuries, and all of them were injured.
There was a small wound in the throat. These werewolves would never fall down if the throat was injured, but the wound extended to the base of the back of the neck, just splitting the medulla oblongata in two.
Lancelot's hand was still on the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he hadn't moved at all.
The two ogres did not stop. These two monsters had long been furious. The huge maces in their hands were covered with the flesh and blood of the swordsmen, and the heavy armor on their bodies was also covered with blood, like two blood pools.
Flesh-crushing machines drilled out of hell. The armor on their bodies can even withstand axes, and their whole bodies are wrapped in it.
With a loud bang, Lancelot drew his sword and pointed it at Gru. He seemed not to touch the ogre, but the two giant monsters with heavy armor were touched like toys made of building blocks.
The armor on his body was torn into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground. Blood rained down from the sky, turning Lancelot's whole body blood red.
If Lancelot had always been a calm and tall mountain before, then this mountain has now become a volcano, an active volcano that is spewing out the deepest magma and burning everything without any scruples.
All the orcs who were rushing towards him stopped and retreated. Such murderous intent and power were no less than that of Gru just now.
This is no longer a Paladin trying to defeat Eufor's general, but two men, male creatures full of fighting spirit and bloodthirsty desire. They want to build their lives on each other's death, and they also long for it together.
The feeling of fighting each other and touching your own soul on the edge of life and death.
"That's right." A smile appeared on Gru's granite face. "Come on, let me be in better condition."
The area around the teleportation magic circle had become a mess. As soon as the white magic light curtain broke, the surrounding orcs immediately swarmed in. Although Lancelot attracted some, the contrast in power was still huge. The white magic light at the Cardinal Gate
Although the magic is exquisite, there are too many orcs. The paralysis spell has just settled on four ogres, and then a cardinal's head was smashed to pieces by a werewolf meteor hammer.
If another person hadn't happened to be teleported into the teleportation magic circle, this would have just been a one-sided massacre. The arrival of this person would have eased the situation.
The person who came was Talis. As soon as the magic light curtain disappeared, she appeared from the teleportation magic circle.
Naturally, she couldn't fight against so many orcs, but she actually brought several scrolls of elemental summoning. After pulling them open, several tall elemental giants appeared around. Then there was another giant rock spray.
With a scroll of thunderous bullets, more than a dozen werewolves and lizardmen were instantly covered in flesh and blood under high-level magic.
Half of it was female intuition, and half of it was that she knew far better than other cardinals. When she heard the alarm bell in the cathedral in Erathia, she did not rush over directly, but rushed to get it.
All the advanced scrolls in St. Peter's Basilica are here.
Once there are human shields and close combat guards, the power of white magic is immediately apparent. God's blessing, divine protection, prayer...a lot of advanced magic are all added to the bodies of several elemental giants.
, these summoned creatures could barely resist the surrounding orcs.
"Sister Ayime? Why are you here?" Talis discovered Ayime in the teleportation magic circle and quickly picked her up. Ayime was still trembling, and the howls of the orcs around her were filled with blood and flesh.
The scene of flying made her still a little confused, and even Talis didn't recognize it immediately.
At this time, a person finally broke through the melee area of the orcs, passed through the area created by the original fight between Gru and Lancelot from the edge, and rushed to the teleportation magic array. As soon as he arrived, this person was instantly scorched.
Using the fire wall technique, more than a dozen orcs were drawn into it and burnt to the ground.
"Bishop Inham, it's great that you are here." someone exclaimed.
The cardinal who had just rushed over nodded, glanced around the field, and immediately found Ayime in Talis's arms. He was startled, seemed a little surprised, and sneered in a voice that could only be heard by himself.
: "It's such luck. I didn't expect it to come here."