"Boom!"
When the dull explosion sounded in the entire hall, the intense fire waves and impact immediately swept around like a storm, blowing the counters with precious exhibits together with the glass, and hitting them one after another. On the wall, there was a sudden burst of noise.
This attack is no less powerful than a powerful bomb, and naturally comes from the Roman Orthodox Church.
I saw that Olet took a group of monks, and did not know when they appeared at the door of the hall.
Olet stood among the monks.
The monks surrounded Olete like they were protecting them.
The number of monks is about thirty.
If there is a magician who is proficient in art here, it can be seen that these monks are not only protecting Olete, they are also ranked like a delicate formation. A pattern.
Under such circumstances, the magic fluctuations that emerged from the monks not only converged very harmoniously, but even circulated with each other, and finally all gathered on Olet's body, making the whole team present a perfect magic cycle.
Obviously, the people of the Roman Orthodox Church are working together to use a large-scale technique.
And the center of this large-scale technique is Olet.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Olete's face was ugly.
There are two reasons.
One is that Olet did not expect that he was confident that he planned to kill the invaders. Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, he arranged the entire exhibition hall and turned the exhibition hall into an amazing fortress. Break easily and let the enemy invade here.
Even if because of the exhibition, this is not the site of the Roman Orthodox Church, and the techniques that can be set are limited, and there is no way to achieve the highest level of protection, but even so, it is not a mere magician that can conquer it.
The protection here is on a scale that "the hostile force cannot break through a magician force with more than a thousand people."
Therefore, Olet was confident that he could kill intruders before.
However, it turned out that all the surgical protections were easily breached.
Regardless of whether it was a confrontation technique, a defensive technique, a hindrance technique, or an enchantment technique, everything was breached.
This kind of thing made Olet directly lose his calmness and self-confidence.
Another reason is the scene in front of you.
"Is it finally out?"
Even if hit by magic enough to cause a terrible explosion, he was still unscathed. The black-clothed and masked figure stood in the fire wave, with waves of dazzling stars fluctuating on his body, completely ignoring the surrounding flames. Bake, raise your eyes, and watch.
"!"
In this moment, all the Orthodox people in Rome, including Olet, felt their heart was pinched tightly by an invisible hand, and a fatal chill burst out.
Under the eyes of the magic eyes shining with icy blue rainbow light.
Olet's face changed immediately.
"Are you using "eyes" as a medium for spiritual magic? ! "
It seemed that Olet treated the horror of death brought by the Demon Eye of Death as a kind of spiritual attack magic.
So, Olete gave the order without hesitation.
"Quick! Build a technique!"
Hearing this, the monks around him immediately lifted up the cross they were wearing in front of him, and began to chant the mantra.
"Om!"
The trembling sound of the air sounded.
A strong wave of magic power appeared on the monks one by one.
In the next second, a faint glow of fluorescence covered everyone.
That fluorescence, matched with the formation of the monks, actually just formed the shape of a solid cross shield.
At the same time, Olete did not hesitate to start singing.
-"cavalry".
That is the name of the technique used by Olet and the monks under his command.
The cross religion was the religion that once dominated the entire Europe, so that the faith of the cross religion took root in this continent, even today it still has a great influence.
In that era, people even thought that the cross religion was like a cavalry, setting foot on every piece of soil in Europe.
This technique is an extension of such rumors.
This technique must be jointly initiated by a bishop and thirty monks.
Once activated, the magical powers of all the people who make up the art will circulate with each other. Not only can they borrow from each other, but they can also be solidified to form the "spear" and "shield" of the cavalry.
The "spear" is the flash of light just now, with amazing destructive power, enough to penetrate the city wall.
The "shield" is a protective technique covering everyone, capable of blocking dozens of missiles without being injured, and even driving out various abnormal conditions.
It is precisely because of this technique that Olete and his subordinates were entrusted with the important task of guarding the original text of the magic book and preaching in a foreign exhibition hall.
In addition, as the bishop of the Roman Orthodox Church, Olete is proficient in various techniques of protection, nuisance, confrontation and attack. With the monks under him, it is enough to build a magical fortress in a short time. The original text of the Book of Magic has never been taken away by any hostile force.
In the past, even if Olet did not rely on the art system that constituted the fortress, but with the art of the "cavalry" alone, he could ravage the enemy to death, and even made a great contribution to the annihilation of a magic association.
Even Fang Li, if he faced such a powerful technique, he would have to fight hard.
If there is no straight death demon eye.
"choke!"
The knife light came on.
"boom!"
The magical light gleaming on Olete and his monks shattered like glass.
"Varied… ?!"
Headed by Olet, all members of the Orthodox Church in Rome changed their faces.
"Whhhhhhhhhh!"
In the next moment, several knives slashed past the monks who had no time to react.
"Puff—Puff—Puff!"
With the sound of the slashing, the monks who formed the "shield" were swept past by amazing slashes that could not be captured at all, as if they were slashed by an invisible sickle and weasel, suddenly showing red blood.
There was no time to even scream.
Even the pupils were too late to widen.
Those monks all ruined their lives without any pain.
Accompanied by the bloodbath, he fell slowly.
In the end, only Olet was left standing there.
No.
To be more precise, it should be said that he was pinched on his neck, hung up with painful face, and pressed on a pillar.
"Goo... uh...!"
Olete could only hold on to the strong hand that was holding his neck tightly, his eyes protruding, and his face full of pain and ferocity, staring at the person in front of him.
Staring at the intruder who can't see the expression, only a pair of ice blue magic eyes flashing in the dark.
"Who are you… !"
This is Olet's last question.
This is the only answer ushered in.
"The one who killed you."
The murder weapon struck Olet's throat.
Sprinkle blood on the ground.
At this point, the famous Oletian troops of the Roman Orthodox Church were killed.
completely annihilated.