Book Six: The Road Chapter 113: Variable Seventeen
It was just a faint figure. Gru's forward figure no longer looked like the majestic and mighty aura he had with every move he made before. Facing the magic released by the priests, he still did not dodge or dodge. However, he no longer had to smash and scatter these things forcefully. His forward figure paused, and then accelerated, all these magics automatically disintegrated and dissipated before they came into contact with his body.
A great priest did not cast any magic, but instead pulled out a long sword from his waist and rushed forward with a roar. His voice was hoarse and savage like a beast in desperate situation. Gru ignored him and just sped past him with a slight speed. Then, the great priest flew out like a doll tied with torn paper and was caught in the strong wind. His body and the sword in his hand were shattered into dozens of pieces while still in mid-air.
Although it seems that he is not as powerful as before, Gru is indeed stronger, so strong that he has truly transcended the concept of human beings. There is no murderous aura in him anymore.
A huge white lightsaber came from behind, and the air close to the blade continued to accumulate and break, making explosive sounds. All the swordsmen who saw this sword were stunned, no matter how long they had used the sword or how long they had practiced swordsmanship. Everyone feels as if this is the first time in their lives that they have realized what a sword is. This sword seems to be able to split the sky and even the Glory Castle.
The Holy Light Cross Sword that the Paladin gathered his full strength was dozens of meters long. It was the same as the decapitating giant sword once held in the hands of the Archangel, and even the pressure was similar. Under this huge weapon, the fighting spirit and momentum, Still rushing straight towards the blurry figure in the center of the lightsaber.
There was a loud choking sound, and the white lightsaber shattered. The white lightsaber was not a physical entity, but it was definitely far more indestructible than any physical weapon. It could even be said that even a forbidden curse could not have a sword that was a mixture of fighting spirit, magic, and martial arts. The energy was stronger. But now the lightsaber was broken, and Gru finally stopped.
Lancelot pointed his fingers like a sword. This was the core of the Cross Sword of Holy Light. His fingers had pierced Gru's palm. Blood was slowly dripping down his arm. This sword could finally hurt him.
But it was just an injury, and the injury could not be considered serious. Lancelot's own body was already covered with blood, and the power of the sword had exceeded the load of his body. The sword energy injured himself first in the body. .
Gru's other hand had already been placed on Lancelot's shoulder. Under this hand, no matter who it was, the body was almost like mud. But this hand only held Lancelot, not letting him go. He fell. The blood was seeping out from the pores all over his body. This sword did not hurt the enemy, but rested it first. His body and strength, which were already not intact, forced out twelve points of strength. His sword energy this time truly burst out of his body.
Lancelot's face was also covered in blood. His face, which was originally filled with fortitude and determination, was irrepressibly covered up by fatigue. The paladin, the strongest warrior in the continent, was now almost fainting due to loss of strength.
Not only was he physically deprived of strength, but also mentally. Only he himself understood what it meant that this sword that he devoted all his strength and life to had only achieved this effect.
Gru glanced at his injured hand, and then looked at Lancelot. His eyes were very strange. At this time, there was no joy of victory, and he didn't even have the fighting spirit he should have. Instead, he felt a deep loneliness. .
"From now on, where do you want me to find my opponent?"
Gru gently let go of Lancelot, and the exhausted paladin slumped down. Then he turned to look at Adela.
Talis who was standing next to her suddenly shouted loudly, raised her sword and rushed towards Gru. Before, she was completely overwhelmed by the momentum of Lancelot and Gru. She was stunned and did not move. Until this moment, she did not move.
reaction.
Gru didn't even look at her, just waiting for her to rush over. And the result of such a rush into the earth was actually clear to her. Her shouting was the same as that of the priest just now, without any fighting spirit or momentum.
It can be said that it is like a lamb facing a fierce tiger. The sound is no longer a demonstration. It is a hysterical and unconscious roar on the verge of death. It is just an instinctive struggle due to fear.
But she didn't rush to Gru's side. A figure next to her rushed up and knocked him away. He pushed her to the ground and twisted her wrist, completely subduing her. She struggled like crazy twice, and Ta
Liz suddenly let out a long sigh, then relaxed completely. She looked at Asa who was holding her down and said, "Kill me."
Her voice was full of the powerlessness after despair, but more importantly, there was a strange sense of relief. She only glanced at Asa and turned her head away, no longer looking at him.
Asa sighed softly, let go of her and stood up. Just by looking at her voice and eyes, he knew that she was unable to do anything else.
At this time, the swordsmen around the square rushed towards us as if they were waking up from a dream. They didn't even care about the orcs who were close at hand.
"Everyone, stay still."
A voice yelled. This voice was not very powerful, but it contained a kind of majesty that no one could deliberately imitate. Only a true leader can intimidate others, even in such a situation.
This made the swordsmen stop subconsciously. Then they suddenly realized that rushing forward at this time would have no effect.
The one who shouted this loudly was Adela. He did not run away, nor did he attack randomly. He was the only one among everyone who saw Gru and was not completely shocked and overwhelmed by his aura.
Gru also raised his hand, and all the orcs stopped. He didn't even need to speak, and the consciousness of all the orcs was completely controlled by him.
"What the hell are you?" Adela murmured, looking at Gru.
"Who are you? This is not your body." Gru also looked at Adela. His dark eyes were no longer the black pool that could swallow everything, but a calm sea. It was vast and boundless.
Boundless, some faint waves flashing on it.
"I am the current Pope, Gervan Magnus." Adela replied. He did not hide it any more. Facing such an opponent, any cover-up was meaningless. "The first thing I want to tell you is, Seder
Ross's death has nothing to do with the Castle of Glory, it was the work of Agrenel. If you want to avenge Cedros, please go find her. The boy over there knows her whereabouts."
"Oh?" Gru glanced at Asa. However, the surprise in his eyes flashed, and there was no big reaction. He still looked at Adela. "But these are things for the future."
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"I understand. I will go with you to ensure that these orcs can return to the wild highlands safely."
"That's not all... I also want the ring on your hand." Gru pointed at the King's Ring on Adela's hand.
Adela hesitated for a moment and replied: "This is a treasure passed down by His Majesty the previous Pope, and... this thing has exhausted its power and can no longer threaten any of you. You should be able to tell."
"I know. I can see that. But I still want to." Gru said calmly.
"Okay, I understand." Adela sighed softly and took off the King's Ring from her hand.
There are thousands of orcs and humans around the Guangming Hall and the square, but now none of these thousands of people can move or dare to move. Everyone is in awe under the momentum of that person.
"And..." Gru put his eyes on the bright hall behind Adela. His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he saw something inside through the outer wall of the hall. "What is there?"
Adela was startled: "In there..."
Gru's eyes have not been taken back since he cast them there. His eyes are getting brighter and brighter, but there is also a somewhat confused look, and his brows are also furrowed together. It seems that he is thinking about memories while looking, trying to grasp from the depths of his mind.
There was something vague and hazy living there. Then his body suddenly shook and he turned to look at another place. This time his eyes were purely sharp and fierce, like two swords melting into the air.
"Who?" A Xingla also reacted at the same time and looked in the direction Gru was looking. Not only the two of them, but Asa and Lancelot also looked there at the same time.
Among the group of swordsmen and priests closest to here, a figure in gray robes was waving gestures and muttering vague words in a low voice. Although everyone in the Guangming Hall was watching him, no one could tell.
Who is he? Although he has his back to the Hall of Light and is facing the many swordsmen and priests in front of the square, it seems like he is giving a speech in front of the swordsmen.
But that voice was definitely not the voice of a speech, but the voice of someone reciting a mantra that was deliberately suppressed. The man's hands were waving faster and faster, and they had become an afterimage. As waves of weird and strange magic fluctuations began to emit
When he came out, everyone could see that this person was preparing a huge and complicated magic. But no one could see what kind of magic it was, and no one understood why this person was preparing in this way in this place.
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The larger the magic, the longer it takes to prepare, and the easier it is to be interrupted, and the greater the backlash after someone interrupts the spell, which can be almost fatal. It seems that preparing magic like this in such an environment and such a sensitive atmosphere
There is no difference from seeking death.
The swordsmen and priests facing this man looked at him. Although there was confusion on their faces, they were not too surprised. There was no doubt that they all knew this man, but they just didn't understand what he was doing.