There was only one person left to accompany the Pope, and the two of them had no carriage, so they had to rely on their own powerful magic to fly. They only flew more than ten miles, and then they saw a wide river blocking their way in the distance.
It was almost dawn now, and half of the sky was faintly white. At the end of the eastern sky, a faint red light gradually appeared.
There was no movement around, only the sound of the river water was heard. The Pope did not dare to let down his guard. I originally thought that I would divide my troops into two groups and let a large group of people divert the royal family's pursuers. I took a few elders and walked away from the path. As a result, I was hunted down one after another that night. It was obvious that the royal family was very clear about their escape route, especially Now we have reached the river, which is a good place for natural interception.
He took a deep breath. Under the influence of the powerful spell, a golden light flashed in his eyes. The surrounding sight immediately became ten times larger. Within tens of meters, every bit of the surrounding scenery fell clearly on his eyes. Here, even the buds on the treetops and the stones on the shallows by the river are extremely clear.
He turned around and whispered to the elder next to him: "Okay, let's give the signal."
The elder said warmly, took out a small crystal that was as red as blood, and slowly threw it into the sky, then pointed his staff.
With a bang, an invisible ripple spread out, colorless and shapeless. This kind of code condensed by magic can only be seen by people with advanced magic skills, and ordinary people will never be able to see it.
It is the secret code of human alliance in the divine religion, which can also effectively avoid the pursuit of the royal army.
"His Royal Highness the Pope is here!" The elder's tone was filled with excitement and joy.
Sure enough, a gentle wave of magic power in the air came faintly from across the river, although no movement could be seen with the naked eye. However, with his superb magical ability, Corsica VI could also clearly feel the response from the other party.
The traces of magic unfolded like water waves, distantly matching the code he had sent out.
However, he clearly sensed something was wrong.
"Why is it so quiet?" Corsica VI's face darkened: "Didn't they ask them to bring people to respond?"
Narrowing his eyes, the Pope saw that even though the river was nearly a hundred meters wide, he could see that there was no trace of human life on the other side of the river, even though the test of magic was being carried out. But there is a hint of...
How lifeless!
The Pope suddenly exclaimed: "That's not right!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a strange tumbling on the water surface of the river in front of him!
Corsica VI could clearly feel the unfolding of a mighty and powerful pure power, which was clearly the most authentic and pure light-based power!
Regardless of whether it is a magician from Roland Continent. He is still a warlock from the Bright Continent. Anyone who believes in the divine religion practices the purest light earth magic, but this burst of power came in front of him. Soft and warm, without any hint of murderous aura. It seems to have been imprinted between heaven and earth...
The broad river in front of us parted silently!
The calm river surface seemed to be cut off by invisible scissors! The slowly flowing river water suddenly stopped, and a gap about five meters wide opened in the river surface, cutting off the river water and exposing the stones and earth in the river. There seems to be an invisible force. The water flow on both sides of the river was completely controlled.
I saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the river, with long blue hair fluttering in the breeze, and a straight warrior uniform without a trace of dust.
His feet never touch the ground. As if the whole person was floating over, only Corsica VI could vaguely feel that the pure light energy was coming from this person!
I saw him gently raising one of his hands, and a pure white ring on his fingertips emitted a soft light that was not dazzling. He walked slowly, and the river water on both sides receded...
This is clearly not the power of the human world anymore. It is an understatement to separate the river and make the water still, but it is not only half the smell of fireworks!
The cold sweat on Corsica VI's forehead flowed like rain. Being familiar with the scriptures, he naturally immediately thought of the ancient legend that was close to a myth above the scriptures!
Gradually, the man walked out of the river and slowly came to the bank. The Pope could finally see his face clearly. His face sank slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "So let me go... I recognize your Excellency, you are the Marquis of the Empire. His Excellency Rody, Commander of the Northern Army.
Rody nodded, his face was calm, but the occasional flash of his eyes had a very complicated meaning. The deep murderous intention was not sharp, but it shot deep into Corsica like ice. On the sixth generation.
"Pope, do you know? I have been waiting for this day for a long, long time..." Rody's voice had no warmth at all, and was as cold as ice.
He slowly pulled out a strange scimitar. Every movement he made was slow and careful, as if he was afraid of making any mistakes.
"Your Excellency, Marquis Rody, was Abbas XI sending you here?" The Pope narrowed his eyes and squeezed the staff tightly with his hand.
Rody raised his head calmly, but his eyes stayed firmly on the Pope's face. His voice was even calmer, but this calmness made Corsica VI feel a faint chill in his heart.
"Your Highness the Pope, do you know? I have always wanted to kill you a long time ago. I have always wanted to..." Rody said lightly: "So I have been waiting for this opportunity today. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
It's been too long, too long... I have also thought about it, if one day I could face you, what would I do? "
A smile suddenly appeared on his face... What a terrible smile it was!
"I originally thought that I would be very excited, very angry, and would rush to fight for you desperately..." Rody said slowly: "But I won't do that... because of this opportunity.
It will be so precious...I will cherish this opportunity. Even though I am so angry that I want to tear you to pieces right away... But I still have to remind myself to be calm and careful before leaving. I can't make any mistakes! "
He gently raised his scimitar and smiled: "Look, I'm ready. I promise that I will go all out and kill you today no matter what!"
Facing such a terrifyingly calm Roddy, Corsica VI subconsciously took a step back. He clearly felt that there was a murderous aura in Roddy's body, but the expression on Roddy's face was too calm...
"Marquis Rody, I don't remember when our divine religion has offended you!" Corsica VI said coldly: "Your Excellency is the Marquis of the Empire, and his future is limitless, but he has been granted the title of Tulip Family. He has repeatedly talked to us. The Cult is in trouble... You said you wanted to kill me, but I don't remember any hatred between us."
Rody smiled softly. His eyes were a little strange, and he shook his head and said: "Pope, you are very smart. Do you want to delay time? Let me tell you, the fire you are looking forward to from the other side will respond to yours."
The Fire Knights are not coming... not anymore. There were three to two hundred people in total, and all of them died last night! I promise on my behalf that not a single word will be spoken. Everyone died cleanly! "
"Impossible!" an elder nearby roared: "Impossible! We have tens of thousands of troops in the east. You... you can't sneak into the east silently and kill us all to join the army!"
Rody smiled slightly: "It's impossible... It's a pity. You are just a group of magicians. Maybe you have powerful warlocks and boundless mana, but when it comes to fighting, you are still just a layman... "
Rody gently raised a finger: "It's just a little trick! We just carefully revealed a little bit of news about your escape to the vampires, and deliberately advanced the time of your meeting by half a day. Just yesterday At night, the more than three thousand troops you sent to support were ambushed by a group of vampires. The killers of a thousand vampires easily defeated the more than three thousand flame warriors you sent to respond. " He smiled viciously. It was a kind of viciousness born of hatred from the heart: "Of course, we also secretly put in a little effort..."
"You must have been hunted down a lot along the way, right? They were all just to delay time, to hold you for a moment so that I could have time to kill your supporting army.
already…
The smile on Roddy's face finally subsided, with boundless murderous intent in his eyes, and he whispered: "Now, I guarantee that there will be no power belonging to the divine religion within a hundred miles.
And you, His Highness Corsica VI, you no longer have many elders and the Flame Warriors around you, so you are destined to die here today! "
"You...your majestic royal family actually colluded with the vampires!!" The elder next to him roared out. He was so panicked that he could only vent the pressure in his heart by roaring.
"Shut up." Corsica VI suddenly whispered. His old face seemed to have aged ten times in a moment, and his eyes were full of empty eyes, as if he had been shaken slightly.
He shook his head and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Marquis Rody, what you did is indeed very smart... It is indeed very smart... But I really can't figure it out, where does your hatred for me come from?"
He actually smiled, but the smile was too bitter: "I can feel your murderous intention towards me... Where does such overwhelming hatred come from?"
Rody walked over slowly, approaching step by step, golden fighting spirit burning silently on his body, and the scimitar in his hand buzzed and vibrated under the action of fighting spirit.
"I am just a helpless boy. I have been alone and without any relatives since I was a child... There was once a person who was very good to me, like a teacher, like a father. He taught me a lot of principles of life. He taught me He taught me swordsmanship, taught me swordsmanship, taught me the true meaning of strength, and even taught me his life's secrets..." Rody's voice became lower and lower, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "But, you killed Kill him, and kill him right under my eyes! Let his soul be destroyed, not even his body left..."
The scimitar flashed, and a golden half-moon slash struck across the air!
With a roar, the half-moon slash struck at the feet in front of Pope Corsica VI, leaving a deep crack on the ground!
"Half Moon Slash... you, you are talking about Mr. Qiu!" The Pope's eyes suddenly shrank and he exclaimed: "I remember! You are the young man who fought against the blood prince at Prince Balang's Mansion that night. ! It was also that night that we got the Spear of Dracula!"
Staring at the burning golden fighting spirit on Rody's body, Corsica VI sighed feebly: "Unexpectedly, you have actually reached the realm of the Sword Saint Warrior... It seems that Mr. Qiu's disciple is really unusual... Hehe... "
The staff in his hand hit the ground hard and shouted: "Then come, I am the most loyal servant of the gods, let's see how you can compete with the majesty of the gods!"
An unparalleled white brilliance enveloped Pope Corsica VI. His face had a divine smoothness. Under the dawn light, his beard and hair were fluttering, like a god!
"Evil heretic, accept the punishment of the gods!" The elder next to him suddenly shouted, took two steps forward, stopped in front of the Pope, and thrust the staff in his hand into the ground. He made a circle in front of his chest with both hands, and then the staff also emitted a bright white light...
"Hmph, it's this kind of light-based divine protection barrier again... Do you really think that this turtle shell-like thing can stop me?"
Rody sneered, and then he moved!
He seemed to only flicker in place, and he seemed to just take a step.
But with just one step, he took a few meters and suddenly appeared in front of the elder!
The white light-based protective barrier actually failed to stop him, and he walked in casually!
Both the elder and Corsica VI had pale expressions on their faces, staring at Rody in disbelief!
impossible!
Even a strong person in the field cannot break through this barrier so easily! !
Rody's body flashed again, and suddenly he seemed to be stuck tightly in front of the elder's face. He was almost in front of the elder's nose, with a sneer on his face.
"I forgot to tell you, I have the body of a demonic dragon! Unless you have reached the realm of the realm of light spells, for..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes:
"Guilt free!"
A black flame burst out from his hand.
With a whoosh, it pierced the elder's body like a black dragon.
The elder screamed, and fell to the ground after his body was pierced. A black spear was inserted into his body, and the traces of black flames silently burned his body... and his soul!
"Dracula's Spear!!" The Pope's face changed dramatically as if he had seen a ghost: "It turns out you stole it!"
Rody took a step forward and held the spear.
This vampire's magic weapon is really powerful. The flesh and blood of the elder who was pierced quickly dried up. The rich flesh and blood in his body was sucked dry by this magic weapon that even the gods cursed, and he quickly turned into a mummy!
Rody pulled out the spear and looked at the Pope with a smile: "You used this spear to plot against Mr. Qiu. Now... I will give it back to you!"