Dust of History Chapter 113: Variable (17)

It was just a faint figure, Gru's forward figure no longer resembled the majestic and mighty aura he used to have when he raised his hands and threw his feet. In the face of the magic released by the priests, he still did not dodge or dodge, but he no longer smashed and scattered them abruptly. His forward figure paused, and accelerated again. Before touching his body, it disintegrated and dissipated automatically.

A great priest did not cast magic, but pulled out a long sword from his waist and rushed forward roaring, his voice was hoarse and savage like a beast in a desperate situation. Gru didn't even pay attention to him, and just sped past him with a slight speed. The great priest flew out like a torn paper doll caught in the strong wind, and his body and hands were still in the air. The sword on it has been broken into dozens of pieces.

Although it seems that he is not as powerful as before, Gru is indeed stronger, so strong that he has truly surpassed the concept of 'human'. He couldn't even feel the murderous aura from him.

A huge white lightsaber came towards him, and the air near the blade was constantly piling up and shattering, making crackling sounds. All the swordsmen who saw this sword were all stunned. No matter how long they had used long swords or practiced swordsmanship, they all felt as if they knew what a sword was for the first time in their life. This sword seems to be able to split the sky, even the Castle of Glory.

The holy light cross sword that the paladin condensed with all his strength was tens of meters long, the same as the beheading giant sword once held in the hands of the archangel, and even the coercion was similar. Under the huge weapon's fighting spirit and momentum, it still rushed straight to the vague figure in the center of the lightsaber.

With a loud bang, the white lightsaber shattered. The white lightsaber is not a physical entity, but it is definitely far more indestructible than any physical weapon. It can even be said that even if it is a forbidden curse, it is impossible to have stronger sword energy mixed with fighting energy, magic, and martial arts. But now the lightsaber was shattered, and Gru finally stopped.

Lancelot pointed like a sword, this is the core of the Holy Light Cross Sword. Fingers have pierced Gru's palm. Blood was slowly dripping down his arm. This sword finally hurt him. ,

But it's just an injury, and this injury can't be considered serious. Lancelot's own body was already covered with blood, and the power of this sword had exceeded his body's capacity, and the sword energy hurt himself in the body first.

Gru's other hand was already on Lancelot's shoulder, under this hand. No matter who it is, the body is almost like mud. But this hand only held Lancelot and kept him from falling. The blood was constantly oozing out from the pores of his whole body. This sword didn't hurt the enemy, but hurt his breath first. His body and strength were already not intact, but he forced out twelve points of strength. His sword energy this time really came out of his body.

Lancelot's face was also covered with blood. It was originally full of fortitude, and his firm and brave face was irresistibly covered by fatigue. And passed out.

It's not just a physical loss. And spiritual. Only he himself understands what it means that this sword that has poured all its strength and life has only achieved this effect.

Grue glanced at his injured hand, then at Lancelot. His eyes were very strange. At this time, there was no joy of victory, and even the fighting spirit he should have. Instead, he felt a deep loneliness.

"From now on, where do you tell me to find an opponent?"

Gru let go of Lancelot lightly, and the exhausted paladin sat down slumped. Then he turned to Adela.

Talis, who was beside her, suddenly shouted, raised her sword and rushed towards Gru. Before that, she was completely overwhelmed by the aura of Lancelot and Grew, and she was as if she didn't move. There was no response until this time.

Gru didn't even look at her, just waiting for her to rush over. And what the result of rushing to the soil like this is actually very clear to herself. Her shout was the same as that of the priest just now, without the slightest fighting spirit and momentum at all, like a lamb facing a fierce tiger. Speaking out is no longer a demonstration. It was the hysterical and unconscious roar of the dying, it was just an instinctive struggle out of fear.

But she didn't rush to Gru's side. A figure next to him rushed up and knocked him away. He fell to the ground and twisted his wrist, completely subduing her in one go. Struggling twice like crazy, Talis suddenly let out a long sigh, then completely relaxed, looked at Asa who was pressing her and said: "You kill me."

Her voice was full of the powerlessness after despair, but more of it was a strange lightness. She only glanced at Asa and turned her head away from him.

Asa let go of her with a soft sigh and stood up. Just by looking at this voice and eyes, he knew that she was powerless to do anything anymore.

At this time, the swordsmen around the square rushed here as if they had just woken up from a dream. Even the orcs who were close at hand ignored it.

"Everyone stay still."

A voice shouted. This voice is not very powerful, but it contains a kind of majesty, which cannot be deliberately imitated by anyone. It is a kind of deterrent to the rest that only a true leader can have. Even under such circumstances, the swordsman They subconsciously stopped. Then they immediately realized that rushing up at this time was useless.

It was Adela who made the shout. He didn't run away, nor did he attack indiscriminately. He was the only one among all the people who couldn't be completely shocked by his aura after seeing Gru.

Gru also raised his hand, and all the orcs stopped. He didn't even need to open his mouth, all the consciousness of the orcs was completely controlled by him invisibly.

"What the **** are you?" Adela murmured looking at Gru.

"What are you? This is not your body." Gru also looked at Adela. His pitch-black eyes are no longer the black deep pool that can swallow everything, but a calm sea. The grandeur is boundless and boundless, and some faint waves of light are flashing on it.

"I am the current pope, Gwen Magnus." Adela replied. He didn't hide it anymore, and any concealment against such an opponent was meaningless. "The first thing I want to tell you is that the death of Sedros has nothing to do with Glory Castle. It was done by Agrinel. If you want to avenge Sedros, please go to her. Over there The boy knows her whereabouts."

"Oh?" Gru glanced at Asa. However, the astonishment in his eyes flashed, and he didn't have any huge reaction, and he still looked at Adela. "But these are things for the future."

"I understand. I will go with you to ensure that these orcs can return to the wild highlands safely."

"That's not all... I want the ring on your hand." Gelu pointed to the king's ring on Adela's hand.

Adela hesitated. Answer: "This is a treasure handed 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 see it."

"I know. I can see it. But I still want to." Gru said lightly.

"Okay, I understand." Adela sighed lightly, and removed the King's Ring from her hand.

There are thousands of orcs and humans in the Guangming Hall and around the square, but none of these thousands of people can move now. Everyone was awed by that person's aura.

"And..." Gru set his sights on the Hall of Light behind Adela. His eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he saw something inside through the outer wall of the hall. "What's in there?"

Adela was stunned: "In there..."

Gru's eyes have not been withdrawn since he cast them there. His eyes are getting brighter and brighter, but they look a little confused, and his brows are also frowned. Grasp something vague and hazy in the depths. Then he suddenly shook his body, turned around and looked at another place, this time his eyes were purely sharp and fierce, like two swords melting into the air.

"Who?" Axingla also responded at the same time ~IndoMTL.com~ also looked in the direction Gru was looking at. Not only the two of them, Asa and Lancelot also looked there at the same time.

Among the closest group of swordsmen and priests, a figure in a gray robe was waving gestures and murmuring indistinct words. Although everyone in the Guangming Hall is watching him, they can't tell who he is. Although he is facing the Guangming Hall and facing the many swordsmen and priests in front of the square, it seems that he is facing Speaking to the swordsmen.

But that voice was by no means a speech, but a deliberately suppressed voice of chanting mantras. The man's hands were waving faster and faster, and it had become an afterimage. As bursts of weird and weird magic fluctuations began to emanate, everyone could tell that this person was preparing a huge and complicated magic. It's just that no one can see what kind of magic it is, and no one understands why this person is preparing in this way in this place.

The larger the magic, the longer the preparation time, and the easier it is to be interrupted, and the greater the backlash after being interrupted, it can almost be fatal. Preparing magic like this in such a sensitive atmosphere in such an environment seems to be no different from courting death.

The swordsmen and priests who were facing this person looked at him, although their faces were puzzled, they were not too surprised. They all undoubtedly knew this person, but they didn't understand what he was doing.