Dust of History Chapter 102: Variable (6)


With a bang, Lancelot's figure knocked away the orcs in front, shattered the magic shield that the cardinals were trying to support, until he crashed into a bull that was charging towards the swordsman in the distance On the ground, the whole person was sunken into the body of the bull, and flew horizontally for more than ten meters with the bull weighing thousands of catties before landing and stopping.

The bull was dead, Lancelot stood up covered in blood, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood. It wasn't cow's blood, it was his blood.

He knew that if it wasn't for the healing power of the glorious battle armor that attracted all beings, he would have died at least five times. The strength of that kick far exceeded his expectations and the ability of the glorious battle armor. In the air, the battle armor was constantly being destroyed and repaired by Purdue sentient beings, and the chest and abdomen were constantly broken and broken. Healing, after finally consuming all sentient beings, basically offset the destructive power of this kick.

Perhaps even Morrill in human form couldn't kick such a kick. This kick has almost exploded to the limit of all the strength that the body can achieve.

"Right now, I'm in the best condition." Gru pointed at Lancelot. The two of them are now hundreds of meters away. Gru's voice is not loud, but Lancelot can hear it Clearly, because he was speaking to him, and he was listening.

The wound on Gru's body is still bleeding, and the two swords of the temple knight before he died are as deep as the bone. strength. Lancelot was sure he was badly wounded. But also feel it. Maybe his condition is really the best.

The ** is indeed weakening, but the spirit has been condensed to an unprecedented height, and the murderous aura and killing momentum that is like a huge wave that can kill and stop killing without mercy is gone. Even the fighting spirit that was exuberant to the extreme is gone, replaced by a feeling that is more wonderful and deeper into the soul.

Gru pointed at Lancelot and hooked his fingers.

Lancelot did not move. If it was a duel just now, he would have already lost and died more than a dozen times. And he has already seen the situation at the teleportation magic circle.

"Don't move. Where do you want to go?" said Gru coldly.

Lancelot, who was about to take a step, stopped. He had to stop, an icy chill pierced through his spinal cord, outsiders could not feel the killing intent and aura, but it had completely enveloped him.

As long as he dares to move towards the teleportation magic circle, Gru will definitely come towards him faster and fiercer than him, and now he is completely under the aura of the opponent, and he is already at a complete disadvantage .

"You are too weak." Gru shook his head, saying with regret and disgust.

"Weak?" Lancelot was stunned. No one could say that to him before, and it was so natural that even he himself couldn't refute it. The person who said this has completely restrained him just by his aura, he is really 'weak'.

"You have too many things on you, Lord Paladin." Gru looked at Lancelot. He didn't pay attention to the battle situation in other places at all. In his eyes, Lancelot was the only one.

"...It is indeed. There are too many extra things. I can't win you, so I don't need to say anything." Lancelot finally sighed. Lu, reached out and untied the glorious armor on his body. He casually picked up a long sword from the corpse of a swordsman next to him.

He lost just now because he was teaming up with others and he wanted to win too much. He knew that as long as he could defeat Gru, the remaining orc troops would be much easier to deal with, and he had too many scruples. He was the only person in Glory Castle who was capable of confronting Gru, and he was the spiritual pillar of all the soldiers. , is a paladin. So you can't die, you can't lose. He has thought too much.

For peak powerhouses like them to compete against each other, martial skills and equipment are no longer the most important, or even burdensome, what matters is the spirit and soul. The competition is about whose spirit is more concentrated, whose soul can burn its own power more thoroughly.

He no longer has the glorious armor on him, and the additional effect of Heaven's Blessing has dissipated. The pain left by the kick in the chest was no longer suppressed, and Lancelot felt it very clearly. Injured, nothing but a sword in his hand, he has not felt this way for a long time.

Lancelot suddenly remembered that when he was thirteen years old, on a dark rainy night, he was covered in blood and confronted a tiger with a big sword in his hand. At that time, he was also naked, and his body was already weakened to the extreme, and he also touched the deepest power of his soul.

"It's been a long time since I felt this way..." Lancelot sheathed his sword and walked towards Gru. He has no grudges or murderous aura on him, and he looks like an ordinary person.

Two ogre warriors realized that he had lost his armor and fighting spirit, and rushed over with a roar, along with five or six werewolf warriors. These are all the orcs that surrounded the teleportation magic circle, and the paladins in the glorious armor can make their last rational scruples. Now this person suddenly dropped the armor, without the fighting spirit and murderous spirit, it is undoubtedly a piece of good. Fortified meat.

Lancelot was still walking towards Gru step by step, not fast, but there was no pause, the distance of each step was the same, and the strength of each step was exactly the same, no difference at all. He kept his eyes on Gru, not even looking at the orcs charging at him.

Five or six werewolves suddenly wailed at the same time, whether they were running, jumping or rushing, they all fell to the ground like empty pockets, twitched a few times and then stopped moving. None of them had much scars, all of them had a small wound on the throat. It's just a throat injury, these werewolves will never fall down, but this wound has continued to the base of the back of the neck, just splitting the medulla oblongata in two.

Lancelot's hand was still resting on the sword hilt at his waist, as if he hadn't moved.

The two ogres didn't stop. The two monsters were already red-eyed. The huge mace in their hands was covered with the flesh and blood of the swordsman. A flesh crushing machine drilled out of a blood pool hell. The armor on their bodies can withstand even an axe, and their whole bodies are covered in it.

With a loud bang, Lancelot drew his sword and pointed it at Gru. He didn't seem to touch the ogre at all, but the two huge monsters with heavy armor were touched like a toy made of building blocks. Together with the armor on their bodies, they were scattered into dozens of pieces, scattered all over the ground. The rain of blood from the sky made Lancelot's whole body red with blood.

If Lancelot had always been a calm and tall mountain before, then now this mountain has become a volcano, an active volcano that is spewing out the deepest magma and burning everything without any scruples.

All the orcs who were rushing towards him stopped and backed up. This kind of murderous aura and momentum is no less than that of Gru just now.

This is no longer a paladin trying to defeat Oufu's general, but two men, male creatures full of fighting spirit and bloodthirsty desire, trying to build their lives on each other's death, and They also longed for the feeling of fighting each other on the verge of life and death and touching their own souls.

"That's right." There was a smile on Gelu's granite-like face. "Come on, make me feel better."

The vicinity of the teleportation magic circle has become a mess. As soon as the white magic light curtain was broken, the surrounding orcs immediately swarmed up. Although Lancelot attracted some, the power balance was still huge. Although the cardinal's white magic is superb, there are too many orcs. The paralysis just settled four ogres, and then a cardinal's head was directly smashed to pieces by a werewolf meteor hammer.

If it wasn't for the fact that another person was teleported from the teleportation magic circle, this place would just be a one-sided massacre. Once this person came, he could just ease the situation.

The person who came was Talis. As soon as the magic light curtain disappeared, she just appeared from the teleportation magic circle.

It's just that she alone can't fight against so many orcs, but she actually brought several scrolls of elemental summoning. After pulling them apart, several tall elemental giants appeared around. Then there was another scroll of boulders scattering flowers and thunderous bullets, and more than a dozen werewolves and lizardmen were thrown into blood and flesh under the high-level magic.

It's partly female intuition, partly because she knows far more than other cardinals, when she heard the alarm bells in Erasia's cathedral, she didn't rush directly~IndoMTL.com~ Instead, he rushed to get all the high-level scrolls in St. Peter's Basilica.

Once there are human shields and close combat guards, the power of white magic will be revealed immediately. God's blessing, God's protection, prayer... A lot of high-level magic was added to several elemental giants, and these summoned creatures were able to resist the surrounding orcs.

"Sister Ai Yimei? Why are you here?" Talis found Ai Yimei in the teleportation magic circle, and quickly hugged her. Aiyimei was still trembling, the howling of the orcs around her, and the scene of blood and flesh flying all over her made her a little delirious, even Talis didn't recognize it right away.

At this time, a person finally broke through the orc melee area, passed through the area caused by the original fight between Gru and Lancelot from the edge, and rushed to the teleportation magic array. As soon as he arrived, this person was surrounded by an extremely fiery wall of fire, and more than a dozen orcs were involved in it, burnt black and fell to the ground.

"Bishop Inham, it's very kind of you to come." Someone exclaimed.

The cardinal who had just charged nodded his head, scanned the field, and immediately found Ai Yimei in Talis' arms. He was startled, as if surprised, and sneered in a voice he could only hear: "It's luck. I didn't expect to come here."


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