Dust of History Chapter 97: Variable (on)

Although there are not as many high-ranking mages in the Tower of Fangs, there are fewer high-level mages in Glory Castle than in any other place. In a short period of time, more than a dozen people have gathered at the edge of the square. Under the guard of the swordsmen, high-level magic such as thunder bombs, fire bombs, and giant rocks scattered flowers bombarded them from all directions.

No matter how strong the orcs are, they are still weak under high-level magic. Even the toughness and vitality of the bulls cannot resist the thunder bomb head-on. But the orcs didn't flinch at all. They didn't even come here to fight, but to vent their mad vengeful rage and bestiality. They began to face the magic desperately.

Thunder bombs and fire bombs intertwine to form a scorching and exploding fire net, constantly setting off bursts of loud noises and air waves, and the remains of orcs are flying everywhere, but none of the orcs showed the slightest timidity, and they all screamed hard. Shengsheng rushed into the formation of the swordsmen and fought together. Especially the half-orcs driving the bull's charge, in addition to the direct hit of high-level magic, even the elemental giants summoned by the mages can't resist it, and any obstacles in front of them, whether they are people or buildings, are all rushed to zero Bad.

Leaving half of the corpses behind, the orcs all scattered from the square into the buildings and alleyways of Glorious Castle. There are tens of thousands of priests and swordsmen of all kinds in the huge Glory Castle, while the orcs are only a few thousand, but relying on their bodies that are much more flexible and stronger than human swordsmen, as well as their almost crazy fighting spirit and anger, Even if they are far outnumbered, they will not lose the wind in the slightest. The battle that was originally only around the square has completely spread to the entire Glorious Castle.

The entire Glorious Castle is boiling, even though the rain of light that can save all living beings is still falling, the screams of swordsmen and priests are still ringing out everywhere, under the heavy weapons of the orcs, even these various The forbidden spells of the recovery department are not very effective. The orcs didn't have any strategic and tactical intentions, and almost all relied on their instinctive killing impulse and anger, like the most primitive beasts, killing everyone they saw. There are orcs rushing, slashing, and killing everywhere in Glory Castle, and there is chaos.

At a time like this, naturally no one pays attention to a person's movements, no matter who the person is or what he wants to do.

In the showroom of the Glory Castle, which had always been heavily guarded, it is now a mess. The relics of previous popes, treasures and other extremely valuable things are stored here. In addition to the protective magic circle, there is also the usual strict security, but now several priests have rushed in, wanting to take some of them. A magic item.

"My lords, what are you going to do? Most of these are the relics of His Majesty the Pope." The swordsman in charge of the guard stopped it.

"Can't you hear the sound outside?" a priest shouted.

Outside was the vibration of hooves trampling and the screams of the swordsmen. Several bulls had rushed nearby, including an old bull that was rampaging everywhere. The swordsmen and priests were completely helpless, but the nearby There are no high-level mages, only the things placed in the showroom are many high-level magic props.

Ordinary people are really fragile in front of the huge size and strength of the bull. Even if the healing power of Purdue sentient beings can heal fatal injuries, swordsman priests are usually knocked out of shape before the bull's head. He was crushed to pieces under the hooves of the cow, without even being injured, he simply died.

With a bang, a wall of the showroom suddenly shattered, and a huge bull nearly three meters high appeared in front of everyone. The cow had several swords and spears on it, as well as several wounds blasted by magic. The half-orc animal trainer on the back of the bull had already collapsed on the back of the bull, and a long sword was embedded in his ugly green head. But in this case, it makes no difference whether there is an animal trainer commanding or not.

The bull's mouth opened, and a strong acid gas immediately sprayed two or three swordsmen to the ground. , but the gas left on the body continued to corrode, heal and corrode again, causing the two swordsmen to scream and roll on the ground in pain. Man Niu buried his head and rushed towards the remaining few people.

Several priests ran away rolling and crawling, and there was a loud bang, and rubble flew across. Several altars where items were placed, together with the protective magic circle of the entire exhibition room, smashed into pieces. Most of these magic circles are of the alert and magic protection type, and they are completely useless under the power of the bull.

The bull turned around and rushed in another direction. It was about to smash the two priests and the altar behind them into pieces. It slapped Man Niu on the forehead, and then Man Niu's huge body fell limply to the ground like a drained sack.

"Master Inham." Several priests who walked through the gate of **** were pleasantly surprised. "It is really the guidance of the Lord, you have come at such a good time."

"Well, it's just in time, and it will be troublesome if you are a little later." The cardinal also seemed relieved. He walked behind the priest and took half of the scepter from the altar.

"You...what are you doing with this. The situation outside is very tight now, you should go to the square to help, or it will be too late..."

"Ah, yes, hurry up, or it will be too late." Bishop Inham walked out with a scepter in his hand. With a soft hula, the heads of the two priests who were speaking suddenly flew out. The others were startled, not understanding what happened. As Bishop Inham's hand swiped a few times in the void, and as some faint black lines flew out of his hand and danced around, the bodies of the other priests and swordsmen were all made of building blocks. The same torn apart, blood spattered.

Without looking back, Inham sped outside with the scepter in his hand.

The Pope has been carried back to the room of the Temple of Light, and the Templars are all guarding outside. Only Bishop Adela is still guarding the Pope's bed.

The pope's breath is very weak, he looks very haggard, very old. After using the ring for the second time, this old man who was originally full of energy and poise looks like a man who has lived for hundreds of years and puts every bit of his life into it. Essence and vitality are completely consumed, only the last breath of a dying person remains. And there is no trace of the once majestic white magic in his body, not because of consumption, but because of the exhaustion of the body itself.

Adela and the other two cardinals also tried to treat him, but it didn't work. Even Purdue had no effect on the Pope's body in his life, let alone other white magic.

Summoning guardian angels, the magic of Purdue sentient beings, the magic power consumed from time to time is not life force but lifespan, which is something that cannot be recovered by any magic or power. Using it twice in a row, even with the help of the King's Ring and the power of the Castle of Glory, the consumption should be very astonishing, 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 laughed.

Lancelot and the other three temple knights joined forces to fight Gru inextricably on the square, and the others also put their energy into the commotion and battle. After the Pope passed out, Bishop Adela, as His Majesty's confidant, naturally became the only person who could be by the Pope's side now.

"Finally, do you have today too?" Adela looked at the Pope on the bed, smiling brightly and happily, but there was a hideous taste in his eyes, "Do you know that I have been waiting for this day?" How long? Do you know how many years I endured you, old man? I finally let me wait until today... Hahahahahaha..."

Amid suppressed laughter, Adela stretched his hand to pull the Pope's fist. He could see clearly that after the Pope fell on the Temple of Light, the Ring of the King in the sky also fell down, and the Pope, who was already semi-conscious, was able to reach out to catch the ring and hold it in his hand.

The pope's fist was clenched tightly, making people very surprised how this old man who was about to die of old age still had such great strength. Adela couldn't pull the pope's fist away a few times, he stomped his feet anxiously, even if the pope was really dead, he couldn't use a knife to cut off the pope's hand, and let others especially Lan Sloat saw that and got 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 let me down..."

Adela suddenly became like a clay sculpture, completely stunned, his terrified eyes almost fell out, and then his feet began to tremble, shaking non-stop.

The Pope coughed after finishing those few words~IndoMTL.com~ I wanted to take a deep breath and take in more air, but it seemed that I didn’t even have the strength for this. Those few words just now had already accumulated him The strength is exhausted.

The trembling of both legs had spread to the whole body, and Adela was shaking like sifting chaff, staring at the pope who was trying to take two more breaths on the bed with wide eyes. Although he was proud of what he said just now, under the old man's years of power, he was almost so frightened that he had no other thoughts.

There were all kinds of explosions outside, and the sound of fighting became louder and louder. Adela's body shook more and more violently, and the panic in his eyes became heavier and heavier. The Pope was still struggling. breathe.

Suddenly, Adela gritted her teeth, threw herself onto the bed and rode on the Pope's body, tightly strangling the Pope's neck with both hands. His face, which was originally as good as a woman's, has been completely distorted, but the most feared thing in it is actually fear.

I don't know how long it took, Adela let go of her hand panting heavily, and the old man under her body no longer showed the slightest trace of life. He died peacefully without any struggle. He didn't notice when he died.

Adela fell off the bed and sat down on the ground, only to realize that her pants were wet at some point.