Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 283: Visitors from the Holy See

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? Skeleton warriors and skeleton warriors pounced like wolves, and fought in close combat with the soldiers of the three major legions. For a time, grudge, black soul power swayed everywhere, shouting killing shook the sky, countless limbs and broken arms everywhere Flying around, during the fierce battle, one by one the skeletons turned into black smoke and disappeared, as if the light of a priest with healing skills undulated on the city.

As soon as the battle started, it became heated.

The battle situation opened up little by little. The Skeleton Legion, which was as fierce as the tide, continued to slow down, and quickly occupied the city. The three major groups on the city were in chaos and were beaten back and forth.

"Run!" Someone yelled, and there was a commotion among the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire.

Fear was spreading, and the fighting spirit in the soldiers' hearts was wiped out a little bit. Finally, they couldn't hold back the pressure and began to retreat one after another. Facing the tide of skeleton army, retreat seemed to be The only choice they can make.

"Run!"

"These skeletons are so scary..."

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

Ignoring the stop of the marshals of the battlefield, the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire began to flee, like frightened birds, scrambled backwards, and the Skeleton Legion then carried out a large-scale cover-up. The corpses were all over the field for a while, and blood ran down the walls.

"It's done!"

A smile finally appeared on Juliana's face.

Elfa on the side said with a smile, "Ron did a good job. The three major legions have basically lost their fighting ability. Let's prepare to attack!"

Julianna smiled, and slowly raised the magic wand in her hand. A trace of flame was wrapped around the top of the ruby. At this time, a signal flare rose up into the sky, and then spread out like fireworks, in the dark night. The sky is very bright.

"Offensive!"

He cast a fierce look at Elfa beside Juliana, raised his long sword, shouted, and rushed out like a tiger descending a mountain.

At this time, more than 100,000 Ethiopian rebels moved, and they launched a charge towards the low wall of the Caishibao. For a while, there were flags of people waving in the wind everywhere, and the sound of killing shook the sky, tens of thousands The war horses stepped on the ground together, like a river rushing, and even the ground began to tremble.

At this moment, in the distant command post, the faces of the commanders of the three major legions of the Holy Roman Empire were very ugly, especially the commander-in-chief Silo. At this moment, he was very depressed and looked at the beginning of the work. Ron the Winner looked like fire was coming out of his eyes.

He has made adequate preparations for the battle of the Caishi Fortress, but these preparations can't help much. The large number of skeletons who are not afraid of death are really terrible, because of the previous defeat. After another defeat, the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire have already cast a shadow in their hearts.

"What should I do now?" A general took a deep breath and asked, he was very unwilling to hand over the Caishibao, and it was also a shame in his military career.

"Where are your masters? Why haven't you come yet?" There was no way, Silo had to cast his anger on the commander of the Holy Crusader Order, his eyes fixed on the fat fat Commander of the Legion of the Holy Crusader Order.

"You ask me, who am I asking? How do I know they are not coming?" The fat legionnaire heard the fire, "You have the ability to go against Ron by yourself, you will only fart here. What kind of skill?"

The commander of the Legion of Order did not back down, making the atmosphere a bit embarrassing. Seeing some torn his face, the commander of the Guard Corps of the Ethiopian province hurriedly said, "Let’s not quarrel here. Now, think about what to do next, shall we retreat? Or continue to hold on?"

Just as the three of them were hesitating, a Holy Crusader soldier hurriedly ran in, glanced at everyone present, hurriedly reached the ear of the fat legionnaire, and said something softly.

The fat legionnaire first listened quietly, and finally he heard joy in his eyes, "What are you talking about? Archbishop Fleming is here?"

The soldier nodded gently.

"Hurry up, please!" He said, ignoring the other two people, and walked out quickly.

Slow exchanged glances with another legion commander with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Silo said, "Good fellow, did you actually invite Archbishop Fuming?"

Walking out the door of the command post, Slow was surprised to find that besides Archbishop Fumin, there were two other people who also held important positions in the Holy See.

The snow-white hair is neatly combed to the sides, wearing a snow-white priest's robe, holding a long priest's staff in his hand, and both fingers are wearing rings made of precious stones. He is the holy northeast of the Holy See The archbishop of the diocese, Da Guangming priest Fuming.

Honorary knight of the Knights Templar, the master-level strong Fen Luo is a heroic middle-aged man, with a thick beard on his upper lip and heavy armor, making him extremely strong.

There is also a guardian of Imina, the Lord of the Temple of Redemption, the Fire Sword Master Mike Stock, who is about 30 years old, with a fair face and short hair. No mess.

Three masters came to this small colored stone fort and brought surprises to all the commanders.

"Master Fermin, Master Fenro, Master Macstock!" The fat Holy Crusader commander greeted enthusiastically as soon as he came up.

Archbishop Fleming smiled and nodded, but Fenlo and Maxstock snorted and turned their heads. The two of them are from Mount Hyjal and are not very respectful of these ordinary officers of the Holy Roman Empire. .

Looking at the chaotic scene in the distance, Archbishop Fleming frowned, "What's the matter?"

The fat legion sighed for a long time, "Archbishop Fomin, you can see clearly, that heresy Ron is very powerful, and even the army can't help him. No, I'm asking you for help. ……"

"We already know that this time we came here to kill Ron this heresy under the order of the Pope. It seems that we are still in time!"

Archbishop Fuming nodded and said calmly, "What is the strength of that heresy?"

The fat legionnaire had not had time to answer, but was interrupted coldly by someone.

It was McStock who was talking, and he sneered and said, "What is the strength of that heresy? No matter how strong he is, he is not our opponent!"

Slow said hurriedly, "Master Maxstock, don't take it lightly, Ron's strength is not simple!"

Macstock didn't answer, he just felt disdain, and sneered over there.

At this moment, there was a flustered voice in front of him.

"Help!"

"Run..."

"Those skeletons are here!"

Countless soldiers from the Holy Roman Empire ran over here. They threw away their helmets and armor, with horror on their faces, as if they had seen something terrible, and ran away lifelessly.

Seeing this scene, the heads of the three major legions have a fever on their faces. Those who have been beaten and fled are their soldiers.

At this time, there was a scream, a body that couldn't escape involuntarily rose into the air, and fell to the ground suddenly. The blood clot broke to the ground, and the cut off half of the body was constantly squirming, making a stern The cry, the cruel scene makes people feel cold.

Everyone's eyes condensed. At this moment, a figure flashed out from the corner, and saw it wearing heavy armor, riding a huge bone horse, with a faint green light in its eyes and sharp bones in its hands. The spear drooped, and a violent murderous intent locked everyone on.

Everyone shuddered together. The appearance of the black knight brought great pressure to them. This powerful undead creature seemed to be alive, slowly raising the spear in his hand, as if to declare war on them. .

"These dirty heretics are really arrogant!"

Only Mike Stockk was not affected. The strength of his great swordsman and the aura of the black knight couldn't overwhelm him. I saw him snorting coldly. The handsome face was full of murderous aura, and the space between his waist was pocketed. In a flash, a high-grade dark gold-level two-handed long sword appeared in his hand, surrounded by hot flames, and rushed towards the black knight.

"Go to hell!"

A smirk appeared on Macstock's face, and he appeared above the black knight for an instant, and his long sword slammed down.

The black knight did not show any weakness, the front hooves of the bone under his hips vacated, and his spear pierced at McStock.

"Boom——"

The two powerful forces intersected, making a huge explosion, and the bursting force from the two spread out like a ring.

"Why?" Mike Stockk was taken aback. His sword was intended to kill this undead creature in seconds, and his purpose was to stand up in front of everyone. With this sword, he used 30% of his power.

The black knight only took a step back, 30% of his strength was not enough to cause too much damage to it, and saw it rest for a while, the spear in his hand was erected, ready to attack again.

"So strong!"

Whether it is Archbishop Fuming, or Honorary Knight Fenlo, or Silo and others, such thoughts flashed in their hearts, and those who had despised these necromancers became more cautious.

These powerful undead creatures without any fear are not so easy to deal with.

"Looking for death!"

Mikestock felt that he lost face in front of everyone, and became angry. In a moment, the flame power was maximized. He raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword was shining with dazzling light.

Macstock's arrogance continued to rise, reaching the highest point, facing the intrepid black knight, with a flame sword in his hand like a mountain.

"Flame Meteor Slash!"

A hot air spread vigorously, continuously spreading around with high temperature.

"No, let's get away!"

Archbishop Fuming yelled. He knew that Mike Stockk had exhausted all his strength under his anger. The fighting power that the Great Swordsman broke out when he was fighting with all his strength was not a joke, and one step slower might be affected.

As soon as everyone left, they saw a fiery flame sweeping away. At this time, everyone looked back and saw that all the surrounding trees and houses, as well as Silo’s temporary command post just now, were all affected by this horror. Engulfed by the airwaves...

The Great Swordsman of the Fire Element made a full blow, which was terrifying!

Standing in the blazing flame, Mike Stockk slowly raised his head, with a sneer on his face. The horrible blow that had gathered all the strength of the Great Swordsman had already wiped out the black knight.

Looking at everything that was destroyed by the burning, Macstock showed a satisfied expression on his face.

At this time, Macstock's heart moved slightly, only to feel a sharp sword-like gaze lock him, suddenly raised his head, but saw a young man standing on the high platform, the young man holding a Gensen's white magic wand, dressed in black robes, had a pair of black eyes that were not popular in Noah, and a black hair that only untouchables had.

The young man was staring at him coldly, his face blank, as if he was looking at a dead person.