Monica watched the four archbishops, together with their guards, frantically kill the remaining two assassins, with a slight sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.
But when the four servant archbishops turned their eyes one after another, her sarcasm immediately changed into a normal smile.
The disheveled Belosk looked at the horribly dead corpse in front of Monica, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said with a look of admiration: "Ms. Celia, you are so powerful, you are worthy of a god By."
The meaning of this sentence can be praised or criticized, depending on how you interpret it. It can be regarded as that the other party simply thinks you are powerful, or it can be seen that the other party is swearing in disguise, saying that you are nothing special, just relying on the protection of the gods, if it is him, he can do it.
Monica could understand both meanings. She secretly felt that the other party meant the second meaning, but on the surface, she pretended to only understand the first meaning, and then she smiled and said, "It's just so-so, compared to mine. Guard, it's not far away. He can knock me down with one hand."
This sentence is a bit ambiguous. Although Beta still has no expression, she curls her lips in her heart.
The four bishops are all filthy people. There are not many men of this age who are not filthy in their current position. As soon as they heard it, they understood what it meant. Apart from knowing it, she also felt a lot closer. Monica dared to say a joke, which in itself meant a kind of closeness.
The atmosphere between the two sides immediately became more harmonious, and the embarrassing atmosphere caused by the flustered, even panic-stricken fighting of the four archbishops just now disappeared without a trace.
"I didn't expect that someone would ambush on the roof ahead of time." An archbishop spoke up, and changed the subject by the way: "No wonder someone is coming towards us."
Now they don't want to find out what method Beta used to monitor the distance. If they really want to find out, Monica can definitely use the three black-clothed assassins just now to talk about it.
Belosk said, "Is it too late for us to transfer?"
"It's too late." Beta replied aloud, while pointing to the window on his left.
The four archbishops walked to the window on this side, looked out, and found a team dressed like mercenaries rushing towards the manor.
At this time, the guards of the manor had also discovered the anomaly of this group of people and took the initiative to block it in front of the manor.
Berosk compared the numbers of the two sides and said, "They shouldn't be able to rush in."
There are only about 20 people on the other side, but here in the manor, there are hundreds of professional players, 13 of them are masters, and there are more than 30 elites. It stands to reason that such a number and strength In contrast, the guards brought by the archbishops should be able to wipe out the other party completely, and even if they can't, they can still block this group of people from the manor.
Even Beta thinks so.
But the facts surprised them.
This seemingly unknown force directly set up a front arrow formation, like stabbing cheese with a bayonet, and easily attacked the manor.
Along the way, fireballs, thunder and lightning sputtered, feathers and arrows criss-crossed, and the sound of swords and swords fighting was mixed with a lot of screams.
In less than ten minutes, the opponent had broken through the outer defense of the manor and directly entered the manor.
Looking down from the third floor, it can be seen that only a few people were slightly injured in this attacking team, and no one lost their fighting power at all.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the four archbishops turned ashen.
It stands to reason that even if their defense is weaker, they should not be directly attacked by the enemy into the manor. There are two reasons for this.
One is that these are all their private soldiers, who have been cultivated by spending a lot of resources since they were young, and they have a strong sense of loyalty. But they usually complete some simple, powerful tasks.
For example, to assassinate someone, or to attack a small family with little resistance.
The private soldiers cultivated in this way look good, but they lack real battlefield experience and means of cooperation. Even because they belong to different forces, let alone cooperate with each other, they even hold each other back in battle.
On the other side, there is a group of mercenaries who have experienced hundreds of battles and cooperated with each other tacitly.
Although there was a huge gap in numbers, the subtle coordination and aggressive attack directly tore a hole in the manor's seemingly strong defense line, and if this continued, it would be a decapitation operation.
"How could this happen!" Belosk looked at the scene below, his face turned pale.
The other bishops also murmured similarly.
"That's impossible."
"Why is the gap so big!"
Seeing this, Beta turned her head and asked in a low voice, "What are your plans?"
"If possible, I want to save these people." Monica looked at Beta eagerly: "So, I hope you can help me."
"Why save them?"
"This is the pope's disarming power. He doesn't seem to want to kill all the archbishops, but he seems to want to tell us that he doesn't need much strength to deal with us. If we can't even stop a wave of mercenary attacks, we must It will greatly lower the morale of others." Monica took a deep breath: "This is extremely unfavorable to our future situation."
"Your judgment is correct." Beta nodded. At this time, you should save your teammates first. First, you can confirm your leader's identity, and second, you can reduce losses. These people will be the strength of Monica's subordinates in the future.
"Then let's fight together."
Monica jumped down first, and when she was in the air, she suddenly turned into a large group of transparent spiders, pounced on both sides of the enemy team.
Although Beta is a step behind, it is the first to come first.
He jumped from the air, although he couldn't jump and slash, but he moved sensitively, the speed advantage brought by the two skills of fury, and his own extremely high coordination value made his speed only a little slower than the charging speed of equivalent fighters.
At this time, in front of Beta was a shield warrior, a master. He saw Beta coming down from the air, grinned grimly, and raised his shield to block.
He has seen too many fighters drop from the air, and then he blows them away with his giant shield.
But this time the situation was different. A golden thread cut down with the beta, from the middle of the shield warrior's head to his crotch. Even without the god-level skill of swordsmanship will, the superposition of the two swordsmanship specializations, and the sharpness of the golden sword, this is no longer an attack that ordinary equipment can block.
Half a second later, the shield warrior split into two halves including the man and the shield, blood spurted out, and the left and right pieces of his body fell to the ground.
Behind him another warrior holding a big sword roared and wanted to rush up, but Beta was faster and appeared directly in front of him. By the time he reacted, Beta's golden sword had already pierced the man's heart .
The giant sword fell to the ground, and Beta kicked the surprised, not completely dead warrior forward, knocking two of them into the air.
The opponent's fierce offensive was immediately contained.
At this time, the sky was densely packed with spiders that seemed to be plagued by insects, and attacked the enemy from the left and right sides.