Dust of History Chapter 103: Variable (7)

As soon as Bishop Inham appeared, the massacre of the bishops, which was originally planned by the orcs, immediately turned into a massacre of the orcs.

Even the other cardinals were far from expecting that this person who had just assumed the post of cardinal because of the pope's promotion would have such high magical attainments. And what is higher is not his magical attainments, but the means and techniques of killing.

Three walls of fire spread across the pile of orcs in a criss-cross pattern, and the angles and orientations were all just right. When more than a dozen orcs were involved and burned screamingly, it also happened to divide the remaining orcs into several parts. And Inham didn't hide behind the elemental giant with the other bishops to cast spells, but greeted the werewolf who was rushing forward.

A meteor hammer half the size of his body brushed past his nose, and Inham didn't even blink his eyes, just reached out and grasped the wrist of the werewolf passing by his side, his slender fingers like an artist pinched Flour sank into the wrist thicker than an ordinary person's calf, and then jumped up with strength. The werewolf who had just been shaken by a hand let out a strange scream that shattered into fifty or sixty pieces as if it had been stabbed fifty or sixty times. , The blood gushing out was full of bits and pieces of internal organs.

The jumping Inham met an ogre while he was still in mid-air. He moved his hands outward slightly, and the two force field shields made the ogre's two huge claws that were about to close together stop. He had already taken the opportunity to pounce on the ogre's shoulder, and rested his hand on the small ear of the ogre, which was one of the few exposed places of the ogre, which was covered by heavy armor and even covered its head. one. With a puff, a finger-thick icicle with blood stains protruded from the other ear of the ogre, and this huge fortress-like monster fell down in a daze.

Without even falling to the ground, he used the Feather Fall technique to dodge another werewolf's attack in the air, and jumped up again with his feet on the werewolf's head. And the two eyes of this werewolf flew out directly, and blood mist spewed out from the ears and nostrils with a puff. It's as if someone lit a huge firecracker in its head.

Inham's movements are not like a magician at all, he is more sensitive and light than ordinary thieves, and it is impossible for any thieves to be as graceful as him in this extremely dangerous battle, every movement seems to be Very relaxed and rhythmic. It's like dancing. Touch and go, the orc fell down, often without even a little blood on his body. The rest of the cardinals, most of whom hadn't experienced any tragic battles, were completely dumbfounded looking at him.

During the ups and downs of his figure, more than a dozen of the most ferocious orcs fell under his hands, and the rest were no longer opponents under the joint efforts of the elemental giants and templars, and ran away screaming. .

"God is above, Bishop Inham, thanks to you. I can't imagine that your skill is so good."

"Thank you for the protection of the Lord, who gave us the strength to eradicate these beasts," Inham nodded to the other bishops with a calm expression. It seems that the fight just now was nothing more than patting the dust off his body. He walked up to Talis, looked at Ai Yimei in Talis' arms and asked calmly: "Knight Talis, what's the matter with this little girl?"

"It's none of your business." Talis stepped back while hugging Ai Yimei. She knew the true identity of the cardinal. And just now when he uncharacteristically no longer concealed his strength and slaughtered the orcs around him without any scruples, Talis could feel that his attention was actually on herself the whole time, as well as hugging Aimei. Scattering the orcs quickly was just him sweeping away something that was in the way.

Although the words are still elegant and moderate. However, Bishop Inham's demeanor seemed to be somewhat different from usual. Maybe it was because he had killed so many orcs with ease just now, but Talis, who was staring at him now, felt a chill running down her spine.

A bishop next to him said: "This little girl was teleported here with a teleportation scroll just now, she seems to be frightened. Do you know him, Bishop Inham."

"Of course I do. So that's how it is." The cardinal smiled faintly, his eyes relaxed a bit. "I thought she came with Knight Talis." With a wave of her hand, Talis hadn't had time to respond. A faint magical light hit Aiyimei's forehead, which was a very rare spiritual magic.

"Huh? Sister?" Ai Yimei's eyes lit up, and she woke up. I saw Talis holding her, and then I saw Bishop Inham. "Is it you?"

"How about it, little girl, did you bring anything?" Inham asked lightly.

"I brought it, but..." Aiyimei struggled out of Talis's grasp, reaching into her arms. But what he took out was a strangely shaped dagger. "Someone asked me to bring you a message to remind you not to play tricks."

"Of course I won't. She should know that I dare not. Don't worry." Inham didn't take the dagger, but nodded. anxiety.

"Okay." Ai Yimei took out an emerald green leaf from her bosom. Even though there are screams and roars everywhere, and the air is full of violence and death, this green color can still make people who see it feel a thriving business.

Looking at the leaves, Inham's eyes were shining, but the moment he reached out to grab the leaves, Taliss pulled Aimei and hugged him into her arms.

"What are you doing? Where did you get this leaf? You can't give it to this person."

"You let go." Ai Yimei was struggling. But Talis refused to let go, picked her up and backed away.

The light in Bishop Inham's eyes suddenly turned murderous, and with a wave of his hand, a faint black line stretched out from his finger. This close at hand but lost again has made him lose his last patience. But just as he swung his finger out, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he turned his head to look to the other side. The magic that was already on the string couldn't even be fired.

Talis, who was holding Aiyimei, was also shocked, and turned her head to look in this direction with a face full of horror.

Murderous intent can make them all forget such an important thing at the same time, and those who react instinctively from the deepest part can only have murderous intent. And it's the kind that completely envelops and devours them. Let them feel that they are as small as ants, and they will be smashed to pieces at the touch of an ant. And there is only one person who can emit such a murderous aura.

When Inham was talking to Ai Yimei, he didn't attract the attention of any of the bishops. The surrounding situation didn't give them the leisure to care about these seemingly insignificant things. They are here to support the battle field. And after the orcs in front of them were dealt with, the most conspicuous and important things they saw were Lancelot and Grew.

Actually, these are just two people, and they are still moving. Quietly standing upright, covered in blood, only moving with his sword pointing at the opponent, walking over step by step. The two people who were walking slowly and paced were not swallowed up by the thunderous fighting sounds around them, the flesh and magic flying everywhere, and the background of orcs and swordsmen jumping, rushing and slashing, but they were more conspicuous.

No matter how fierce the battle was, no matter how desperately they fought, none of the orcs or swordsmen dared to approach them, not even the mad bull. A large area was automatically vacated around the two of them. As long as you focus on these two people, the noise and chaos around them will seem insignificant, as if they are just a group of ants fighting fiercely.

"The one facing Lord Lancelot is the leader of Oufu? Why don't you help?" A cardinal asked, which is also the common question of all cardinals.

The subtle grandeur between the two can be felt even by bears, not to mention the cardinals. But they still couldn't figure it out. Why don't the people around rush forward. Group fights are obviously more efficient than heads-up.

"I can't go, it's very dangerous." As warriors, the two templars are naturally much clearer than the bishops, they are completely two active volcanoes that may explode at any time.

"How dangerous can it be? These cardinals here work together to cast spells, even if it is the legendary dragon, it may not be able to resist it. At least it is much better than Lord Lancelot fighting him alone .” The two templars were too eager to explain, and several cardinals were chanting prayers at the same time. Together they released white magic paralysis against Gru.

"The power of the gods is like a prison..." The white magic skills of these cardinals are not far behind the Pope, even if they can't catch up with the Pope. Although Gru was nearly a hundred meters away from them, he stood still, no different from the target. With several cardinals pointing at the same time, dense light spots of white magic emerged around Geludy's body.

Gru was indeed stiff, although he still didn't move, but the subtle aura stagnated heavily. Oddly enough. Lancelot's immense sword energy and momentum did not take the opportunity to sweep over uncontrollably, and his steps unexpectedly staggered at the same time.

The stiffness and stagnation lasted only a short half-blink, and Gru suddenly turned his head and looked at the cardinals. This paralyzing technique combined with several top white magicians only made him stiff for half a blink. And the look he turned around caused the two cardinals to sit down on the ground. They felt like they had burned the **** of the strongest, fiercest, bloodthirsty Behemoth Behemoth that was still half-crazed with a red-hot iron rod.

"Looking for death." Gru's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly. He didn't rush straight over, but lifted his foot on the spot, then turned around and kicked fiercely.

Boom. Gru kicked the ground, and a large piece of sand and stone flew from the ground from his feet, shooting towards the cardinals densely. This kick contained the momentum and strength he had been accumulating to fight against Lancelot, not only his full strength, but also the murderous aura that had been interrupted by others and was attacked by others, which had reached its limit. anger.

The speed of this piece of sand is faster than any magic, and the momentum and sound of breaking the wind are far from what any magic can match. kicked in front of them.

"Get down." The two templars yelled too late. Moreover, the bishops were already a little foolishly frightened by the sudden murderous aura that reached the soul, and they didn't react after hearing it.

Only a templar can get down while shouting. As warriors, they react to this naked horror and murderous aura much faster than the bishops.

But one of them wanted to pull the cardinal next to him, so he got down a little slower.

A sound like a rotten towel being torn violently, but it was amplified countless times. The dozen or so bishops and cardinals who were standing here just now all flew out and scattered. The dense and powerful sand and stones that contained fighting spirit were like grinding pudding, and the dozen or so bishops had no time to protect them. The body was directly torn into a large piece of scattered flesh and blood.

Even the templar who fell to the ground in time couldn't really escape. A few stones stuck to the ground smashed his head into pieces, and he was the only one who could leave a fairly complete body. The rest of the corpses became a large piece of broken and bloodstains covering the ground behind~IndoMTL.com~ More flew out with the sand and gravel.

Boom. This storm of sand and stone hit a house behind, and the whole house collapsed immediately.

Only one person stood up after this sandstorm. Bishop Inham. Only he could react in time after feeling the murderous aura and seeing the large expanse of gravel coming from the sky. The scope of this piece of gravel is too wide, and he can't hide it. At this time, he can no longer maintain his graceful demeanor, so he can only roll to the ground. However, the difference between him and the templar was that he used magic while rolling to the ground. A short but extremely thick earth wall burst out from the ground in an instant to block him. Although he looked a little disheartened after the earth and rocks flew around, he was safe and sound.

After he stood up, his face still changed, because he saw Talis's figure with the sacred protective shield running towards the Hall of Light.

Gru was panting heavily, this kick really drained all his energy and accumulated aura.

At this time, Lancelot had already turned into a white sword light and a long rainbow, slashing towards him. Even his rhythm and feel were totally ruined, but at least he wasn't drained. Originally, he had to rely on step by step with the sword to resist Gru's aura, but after just this moment, he regained the upper hand. At the cost of the lives of more than a dozen cardinals.