Dust of History Chapter 44: Round (continued, next)

Along with the heat wave, there seems to be a faint smell of corpses in the air, rolling in the huge fireball like the color of corpses, everyone can understand that the magic power contained in this fireball is not just Simple fire magic.

Facing the magic-breaking crystal arrow of the temple knight and the white magic of the cardinal, no matter how weird and terrifying the magic is, it can be solved easily. But this timing happened to be just when Will Skye and Adela just shot. Although this fireball is not as fast as the lightning-fast lightning-breaking arrow, it will never let them have time to send out the next magic and crystal arrow.

This huge fireball that smelled like corpses was still heading towards Bishop Adela. Others may dodge, but he doesn't have the ability to dodge if he wants to.

Although Adela and Will Skye were unable to make a move, there was still Christine, who snorted coldly and headed towards the fireball with the giant iron plume sword in hand. No matter how big or weird the fireball was, it was just a rudimentary spell. At most, it had an astonishing explosive power, and there were some poisons in it. As long as the magic fluctuations in it are cut off in two, even advanced magic like thunder and storm bombs will disappear and disintegrate. The rest are just two flames.

The giant iron feather sword turned into a silver sharp light and slashed towards the fireball. This sword is condensed with turbulent white magic, and dealing with this kind of magic that is obviously tinged with darkness and necromancy is definitely a hot knife to cut butter.

But before the silver blade touched the fireball, the fireball suddenly dispersed by itself and exploded.

It wasn't because the sword was too powerful and fierce, but because the person who sent out the fireball sent another smaller and faster fireball from behind to hit the one in front. As a result, the originally condensed blue-green suddenly dispersed. It turned into an overwhelming blue-green fire rain and sprinkled towards Christine and the Templars behind.

It turns out that the explosive power contained in this fireball is not great, it is really just a ball of condensed fire, so after the explosion, it does not splash around, but continues to turn into a rain of fire dancing in the air and flies forward .

If it was just an ordinary flaming fire rain, it would be just a gust of hot wind to the temple knights and templars, but this kind of magical flame with strange colors is different. Although it can cut off magic, it cannot block magic. Although he couldn't dodge, he also drew his hands back to block his eyes at the critical moment. The magical flames that were as dense as a large basin of water splashed on him hit him.

The blue-green flame burned on the glorious battle armor and disappeared in the white light with only a slight sizzling sound, but the chain armor gloves and steel boots under this flame were as fast as ice being poured on molten iron The ground is etched through. And the flames that fell on his bare skin immediately became vigorous. It burned with joy and joy as if it had fallen on a pile of oil.

Kristine let out a miserable cry, no one would think that this kind of voice came from the mouth of a noble, majestic and powerful temple knight. The air now smelled of burnt meat, and it was still that kind of rotten meat that was burnt.

But the temple knights are still temple knights after all. Almost at the same time as being burned, Christine was able to condense the magic power in the pain similar to being drenched in molten iron, and immediately used purification and healing on himself surgery. The strange flame that had just burned fiercely on his face subsided immediately, but what was left was a scarred and blackened scar like charcoal that had been burned for half an hour.

Kristen groaned and fell to the ground. Although the injuries on the outside looked terrifying, they were by no means serious. It's just that his white magic knowledge is not enough, and the purification technique can't completely drive away the strange magic power in the flames. Now his situation is like a bucket of oil poured on the wall. Although it was probably wiped and cleaned, the things that had penetrated into it were still there, and they continued to penetrate and drill into deeper places. Everywhere the corrosive magic toxin goes, it announces that that part of the body begins to wither, fail, and die. If it wasn't for the vindictiveness and white magic in his body that could still restrain him, he might be a zombie now.

The blue-green fire rain that crossed Christine spread to a patch twenty meters away, covering Adela, Will Skye and all the templars. The scorching and rancid breath immediately turned the twenty meter radius into a huge oven roasting dead rats in the gutter. Everyone can feel that their lungs seem to be perforating under the corrosion of this gas, and their skin is also eroding. But none of the templars hid, because the center of the oven was the cardinal.

But not hiding does not mean that they have a way to deal with it. More than half of the Templars were snow-white. Two or three templars rushed forward and blocked Adela's front with their bodies.

Asa, who sent out the fireball, lost his legs and almost sat on the ground. The three Hiltons next to them temporarily lost their minds due to excessive shock.

This fireball mutated with necromantic magic sucked out all the magic power in his body. I almost lost control of my body. Necromancer magic is subtle, but what they are facing is a temple knight who is blessed with white magic all over his body. There is also a cardinal who may know more about necromancer magic than him. With his magic control skills that are at most not much higher than the apprentice level, the magic may be blocked before it is released or effective. People cracked, eliminated. So he simply used such a simple, direct and best method.

The simplest and most direct method is often the most practical and effective when used at the most appropriate time. The magic power of the necromancer in this fireball is so great that just a big flame on the nail is enough to kill a cow. Even the white magic of the temple knights and templars have a certain restraint effect on this, but that is after all. Asa has absorbed all the magic power of the undead flame, just like Christine. Even if the burned one cannot die, it will never just peel off the skin.

Wilsky shouted loudly, and finally propped up his holy protection at this time. A white light shield appeared on his arm.

But the light shield in his hands can only last up to one meter square, just enough to cover him and Adela behind. The Templars who protected Adela also happened to fall within the protection range of the Holy Guardian Shield. But beyond that. All the templars around were exposed to this weird rain of flames, even Talis, whose hand had been crippled by taking Gru's arrow. Although they can all use white magic, this overwhelming fire of necromantic magic is obviously not something that white magic below the bishop can resist.

"The glory of the Lord, give me the strength and courage to fight against evil." With a loud shout, a figure did not dodge or dodge, but rushed up against the blue-green sea of ​​death.

"Samurai Javi." Talis and several templars all exclaimed. The flying figure was the young templar.

As Jia Wei shouted, a strong white light suddenly appeared around his body. The light was so strong that it almost submerged his own figure in it, just like the earth-shattering purification technique that Adela used when he first entered the forest. At this moment, he almost became the sun setting in the mortal world.

The white light quickly spread out around his figure, and then the blue-green flames that represented death collided with each other like the white light of the sun.

There is no earth-shattering collision sound, but everyone can feel the strange fluctuations produced by two completely different but seemingly equal magical forces colliding with each other and then eroding and melting each other. The blue-green fire rain and the white light dissipated in the air at the same rapid speed. Only a small number of blue-green fireflies continued to fly to the rear. But it can't do much damage to the Templars.

The white light disappeared, and the young templar staggered to the ground and barely stood still. The magic leather armor on his body was riddled with holes, like a piece of tatters that had just been pulled out of the furnace, and even his clothes and hair had burnt marks in many places, but his body was not damaged at all. In addition to the tired face and stumbling steps, this is also a phenomenon that consumes too much mana at one time.

The templars cheered and marveled. Even Welsky's eyes on Warrior Javi were unbelievable.

Asa looked at the templar who dispelled his own fireball in the same surprise. Coincidentally, the templar also took a look at him. Asa was in a daze involuntarily. This strange face, which should be the first time he met, gave him an extremely weird feeling, and the azure blue eyes seemed to bring a strange familiarity in his heart.

Only the cardinal had the most surprise and admiration on his face, but the surprise only delayed a little time. Christine, who barely flew back, could no longer hold on. He fell headfirst to the ground. Adela hurriedly used white magic to help him heal and detoxify. And following Wilsky's order, all the Templars rushed forward immediately. Everyone can see that the magic of the person who sent out this fireball has been exhausted, and now is a good time.

The flying Templars were a little slower as they had to bypass the expanding battlefield. Not only them, even Asa and Sedros are trying to stay away from there.

'Peng' Gru and Lancelot's fists and swords intersected for the thirteenth time. Grew still didn't move, Lancelot took three steps back, and then immediately stepped forward again.

But other people can only see two vague white figures colliding and colliding with each other in a chaotic and intense airflow, and this circle is gradually expanding in the field, and the sudden separation and reunion of the two figures is also getting closer and closer. faster. The surrounding air vibrated with every impact. The dirt on the ground around the two of them was splashing in all directions, and the sparks of fighting spirits collided with each other continuously, colliding with and swirling with the rolled up air current.

After the magic of Adela and Sedros collided, Wellsky's arrow was pushed aside by Gru, and then Asa's huge and weird fireball shot. At this time Lancelot was going to step forward to intercept. But Gru actually took the first step forward and punched him.

Facing the unarmed opponent who may be the strongest in the mainland, Lancelot has no choice but to fight with all his strength. Although it was only a few blinks when the fireball burst behind, the battle between the two was far more dangerous and intense than the fireball.

Gru's every punch, every kick, every slightest movement is the most direct and simple attack. The power and destructive power contained in each blow is enough to knock down even the strongest ogre. Every time Lancelot's long sword collided with his fists and feet, the vibration and sound were like a siege engine hitting a city gate.

Every Gru's attack can knock Lancelot back at least three steps. When the paladin stepped back, he would step on a large and deep hole in the ground with every step, but he would turn back up again immediately after he stepped back. Whether he is retreating or attacking. Every movement is the same smooth, perfect, fit each other seamlessly.

From the offensive point of view, Gru is like a mountain, huge, heavy, and so powerful that it cannot be measured by manpower. The strength and power he displayed has already surpassed the boundaries of ordinary human beings. But Lancelot is water. Although it seems weak and can retreat with a single blow, it just retreats without dying or fading. It repeatedly impacts the incomparably majestic mountain in front of it endlessly.

At first it seemed that Gru was just trying to hold Lancelot off, and Lancelot was trying to get out as much as possible. But when each other's fists and swords crossed for the fourth time, they already knew nothing about the rest of the battlefield. These two top warriors began to become completely selfless in the evenly matched fight. What collided with each other was no longer the body and fighting spirit, but the soul.

No templar dared to step forward to help or disturb, half of it was because of fear, the air current generated by the collision of frantic grudges was enough to tear a person apart, and the other half was out of awe.

Wilsky is probably the most capable shot here ~IndoMTL.com~ but he didn't. Maybe it was because he knew he was not going to be useful, maybe it was out of respect for the two warriors who went all out.

Bishop Adela tried his best to help Christine dispel the toxins in his body and the corruption of the magic power of the dead. Warrior Jarvi and Talis, who was injured in his arm, did not leave and guarded him. The other templars had already rushed in front of Asa and Sedros.

Wilsky's goal remained unchanged, and the golden light headed towards Cedros with a thrilling roar, which opened the prelude to the nine templars.

While Wellsky opened his bow and set his arrows, Asa blocked Sedros with a knife and gritted his teeth, and the white fighting spirit flashed on his body. It's just that he didn't know whether he could hold back the golden light that even Gru had to take three steps back. But even if he couldn't stand it, he had to.

But the arrow never came. A ray of light flashed past, cutting off the Demon-Breaking Arrow in mid-air.

"Stop it all."

This time, Elder Lloyd's voice was obviously fuller, more powerful, and more powerful, probably because the thousands of elves around him were full of bows and arrows.