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In the sky above Dragon City, the battle between Bedwell and the Faceless Man has entered a fierce stage. After withdrawing his clone, the Faceless Man's power surged, and he began to turn from defense to offense. Endless holy light spells flooded Bederwell like a flood. ville. The lone figure of the Knights of the Round Table appeared humble and insignificant in the vast sea of light, completely at a disadvantage. The faceless man's fighting style is very special. Although he has an overwhelming advantage in strength, he still focuses on attacking the heart when he makes a move. The energy of the holy light was controlled by him and turned into various illusions, projecting the most feared scenes of the opponent. Sometimes it was Marina's mother and daughter who were brutally dismembered, and sometimes it was Bedivere's former comrades-in-arms who were covered in blood and demanded his life. He even projected the phantom of King Qi Shi, whom Bedivere swore to be loyal to, and ordered Bedivere to kneel down and beg for mercy. , give up resistance. These illusions naturally don't have much effect on a determined fighter, but facing an opponent who already has an overwhelming advantage, any slight hesitation or surprise will bring disastrous consequences. The Faceless One didn't need Bedivere to have a mental breakdown, as long as he was slightly troubled by illusions, a series of fatal blows would follow.
Bedivere held the knight sword, and as the inscriptions on the sword flowed, the power bestowed on him by the King of Knights flowed out endlessly, pushing him to continue fighting. He has no intention of annoying his opponent's despicableness. The Faceless Man's manipulation of human nature is already instinctive. This is his fighting style, and it is the same for everyone. What's more, the winner is not subject to any condemnation. What he has to do is to make the soul Infinitely close to icy cold, unshakable by any external objects, so... Only then can there be such an insignificant suspense. The all-out fierce battle between the two high-level senior professionals changed the color of the world. The sky of Dragon City was torn apart by sword energy and holy light, and the clear sky was divided into countless fragments, some were covered with dark clouds, some were thunderous with lightning, some showed the deep night sky, and some even showed The scenery of hell! The law of heaven and earth has begun to become disordered, which makes no one dare to approach the battlefield in the sky, and can only quietly wait for the two high-ranking and supreme powerhouses to decide the winner. Regiments, but the actual battlefield is strictly stratified, and people of different strength levels will not easily face each other.
Because that would be inefficient. For example, Bedivere and the Faceless, although there is a difference in strength, they are both high-level and high-level, close to the legendary level. A low-level high-level mid-level professional can't intervene in the battle between these two people. The aftermath of the battle alone can shatter it. Dozens of high-level professionals have to be invested in order to have a decisive impact on the battle, but How can a high-level professional be so wasteful? It is difficult for low-level professionals to survive in front of higher-level opponents, and it is very inefficient to use simple crowd tactics. Of course, high-level professionals can completely sweep low-level professionals, but would the high-level professionals of the opposing camp stand by and watch? The key to the battlefield is in the middle. In most battles between camps, the victory or defeat starts from the middle battlefield, because most of the high-level professionals have strong survival and harassment capabilities, unless there is too much difference in absolute strength, they can at least delay the opponent. But the high-level power is much different, so it is not a battle, it is pure massacre. Generally speaking, once the winner is decided in the middle battlefield, you can go up or down, which is very flexible. By the way, low-level professionals can be cleaned up like a storm. On the other hand, a well-prepared team of mid-level professionals is also an extremely powerful pawn. So the middle level has always been the key to the battle. But now on the battlefield of Dragon City, the top levels of the two forces are barely equal. Although Dragon City is at a disadvantage, it can still support it, but the middle level of the Holy Light Cult has already shown an overwhelming advantage. In fact, when it comes to the number of the middle class, the Holy Light Sect is far above the Dragon City Guards, but the Dragon City Guards have rich combat experience and the geographical advantage of the barracks can barely support it. But after the Sect of the Holy Light mobilized the traitors among the dragon city guards, this balance was broken. The outermost line of defense was quickly breached, and the Sect of the Holy Light, led by the Holy Knights, quickly broke into the inner line and fought hand-to-hand with the Dragon City guards, quickly eroding the opponent's living space. In the blink of an eye, the battle line was already crumbling. "Hey, your men are being slaughtered. Aren't you going to do something? In the sky, the Faceless Man asked lightly. Bedivere didn't even bother to respond. He turned the inscription on the knight's sword and continued to change his offensive, trying to capture Seeing the opponent's flickering trajectory. His opponent is the Faceless, and there is no need to think about anything else. If he loses because of distraction at this time, he will only release a terrifying devil, which is against The comrades-in-arms are irresponsible. Seeing that the provocation was futile, the Faceless Man said, "Or, why do you have confidence in the inner fortress? "During the speech, the guards of Dragon City had been forced into the innermost defensive circle by the Holy Light Cult. Supported by three fortresses, Bedivere's mansion was the core, and it was also the last trump card in the barracks.
When most of the Dragon City guards retreated into the inner guard, the barracks shook for a while, and three fortresses in the inner core rose from the ground. The blue bricks seemed to be alive, and they wriggled like flowing water. The square fortress rose from the ground and turned into a giant made of bricks and stones. These giants are extremely powerful alchemy life forms, any one of them has the strength of a high-level professional, and their lethality is unparalleled in a small battlefield. Smacking and smacking, the vanguard paladins of the Holy Light Cult were beaten to pieces. The fists of these giants were like hills, and it happened that the paladins formed a very dense formation in order to compress the front line. With one punch, more than a dozen people would often be turned into meat paste. However, the giant's blue body is indestructible, and any holy light spells will become invisible and have no effect at all. Encountering such an opponent, the frontline legion of the Holy Light Sect had a tendency to collapse at that time, but the morale of the Dragon City guards was greatly boosted, and they began to counterattack with all their strength, pushing the front line a lot! The original absolute disadvantage also faintly showed the hope of a comeback.
"Hmph, it's really not easy to run a business for decades. You have accumulated so many green bricks blessed by the holy light, which are enough to build three fortress giants. The Parish of Dragon City is really rotten. Purify it well." While suppressing Bedivere, the Faceless Man commented on the battlefield below with great interest.
"However, the business cycle of decades is too long. Do you think I really know nothing about these three giants? The blue bricks that are immune to the Holy Light spell are made by our Holy Light Sect. Do you think we will not have any Backhand?"
Bedivere didn't answer, but the knight's sword's attack became more and more violent.
At this time, a senior priest of the Holy Light Cult suddenly stepped forward and recited aloud: "All blessings in the world come from the Holy Light, and the will of the Holy Light guides everything! Anything stolen from the Holy Light will not last long, and will be destroyed." Punishment by the holy light!" At the same time, the three giants of the bluestone fortress trembled violently, and every brick that made up their bodies groaned in pain under the recitation of the senior priest. The miracles of the Holy Light come from the Holy Light, and the priest, as the spokesperson of the Holy Light, naturally has the right to take back these miracles. In just a short while, the three giants continuously released platinum-colored balls of light, which were the blessing power of the holy light and the source of immunity to the spell of the holy light. But by this time they had all been expelled. Without spell immunity, the Bluestone Fortress giant is just a big target. The priests of the Holy Light Sect rallied and blasted out a large number of spells, quickly killing the giant. These powerful alchemy beings wailed loudly, but they inevitably disintegrated little by little. At this moment, at the corner of the battlefield, an old man with a sad expression said: "My lord, please let me stop all of this. This war...is meaningless.
"Stop all of this? Can you do it?" A Kyushu monk with a long sword in his hand chuckled and interjected, "Be careful that you will be involved and ruin your reputation."
"In any case, I must do my best to prevent this tragedy from continuing!
"You don't give up if you don't see the Yellow River, so go ahead and try, and I'll collect your body." Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, the Kyushu monk shrugged nonchalantly, "Looking forward to your good news." The old man looked at him deeply One glance, and then look at the saint who he is loyal to. "My lord, I'm going." The saint nodded: "Well, I hope you can resolve this dispute peacefully." Beside him, a certain person murmured insignificantly to himself: "Peace? Aya, you are still too How naive...The situation on the battlefield turned against the Dragon City Guards once again. The three bluestone giants were bruised and nearly collapsed under the intensive bombardment of spells. The morale of the Dragon City Guards was greatly depressed, and they were gradually pushed back. And the fortress that originally formed the core of the inner defense line has stood up, so the inner defense line is no danger to defend at this time. If it is overwhelmed by the Holy Light Cult again, the situation on the battlefield will no longer be reversed. But just as the priests are preparing to go all out , when the three bluestone giants were completely disintegrated, a white light rose into the sky, and Archbishop Luo Wan's voice resounded in all directions.
"People of the Holy Light, please stop!"
The battlefield fell into silence for a moment, and the two warring parties stopped at the same time, focusing their attention on the archbishop in the sky. After attracting everyone's attention through the holy word technique, Archbishop Luo Wan said with emotion: "This is a meaningless war. The one who conspired to start the war is the devil who steals the holy light shamelessly! We and the Dragon City guards After living in peace for so many years, why did we start a war that would hurt both sides? For decades, we have never been enemies. Even though we have different beliefs, we are still friends living in the same world! How many of us have Friends from the other camp? How many of us secretly admire ta from the other camp? From the initial indifference to the gradual familiarity, one day we will become true brothers and sisters! So, why should we hurt each other? Why set off a bloodbath? Who of you will tell me why!?" On the battlefield, shocked by this sudden change, everyone was silent. "I know, it's because of a despicable and shameless devil who used the name of the Holy City to force you to fight and to wage an unjust war! He forged the mark of the Holy City and possessed powerful force. You are at a loss as to what to do. Take orders, and I... But he was imprisoned by him, unable to show up to set things right. But now, it's all over! Archbishop Luo Wan's voice echoed repeatedly in Dragon City. As the person involved, the Faceless One just smiled at this, as if seeing a barking wild dog, and then continued to attack Bedivere, while Bedivere also did not Noticing the existence of Luo Wan, he devoted all his attention to the battle with the Faceless Man. Accompanied by the sound of fierce fighting in the battlefield in the sky, there was gradually the sound of dialogue and exchange on the battlefield. After a while, a Dragon City guard shouted loudly. Said: "Stop? Easier said than done! So many people died here, how to stop? Can you bring them back to life? "That's right, if you showed up to stop the war before it started, it would be fine if you showed up, but now that the blood is flowing like a river, you still want everyone to stop fighting? Who do you think you are? Even the priests of the Holy Light Cult At times, there was a bit of red-eye, no matter how high the prestige of Archbishop Rowan was, it was impossible for them to let them stop! Rowan also complained secretly. That day he fought the Faceless Man and was beaten to death by the Holy Light Seriously injured. Later, he was lucky enough to be rescued by Wang Lu. He indeed escaped and saved his life, but not long after he knelt down to worship Joan of Arc, his injuries broke out and he fell into a coma. It was only a few minutes ago, when blood flowed into rivers. But now he has no choice but to stop the killing. "This war is not the will of any of you, you are just being Utilize, become the knives and swords in his hands, if there is any crime, it should also be blamed on the culprit who started this conspiracy with one hand! Look, he is still swaggering over your heads! "Rowan tried his best to drum up the power of the holy light, so that his voice could better stir people's hearts and induce their thinking.
"People of the Holy Light, please recognize your enemies and adjust the direction of your sword! Elites of Dragon City, loyal servants of the Holy Light, please let go of the momentary hatred, and don't let your loved ones hurt your enemies again!" Hurry up! You have a common enemy and a common threat, at least for now, at this moment, please join hands and eradicate the biggest villain!" Hearing these words, all the people present were moved. For the members of the Holy Light Cult, if it weren't for this inexplicable chief referee, who would want to fight an opponent whose strength is almost the same as their own? In Dragon City, they enjoy the most luxurious life and the safest environment on the land of Bretonia—when there is a threat from outsiders, it is always the coolies of Dragon City Guards who solve the problem. Things like eradicating heresy have long been ignored.
Of course, it may be in their interests that the Holy Light Cult is dominant in Longcheng, but if everyone has to sacrifice their lives for this interest, the price would be too high. Moreover, the high-pressure policy of the Faceless also made them hesitate. In fact, until this time, the performance of the Holy Light Cult on the battlefield has not been positive. After being integrated by the Faceless, their comprehensive strength is several times that of their opponents, but their advantages are not so obvious in actual combat. As for the guards of Dragon City, it is also a relief, it is naturally good to be able to integrate their forces first and help the city lord to deal with the strongest opponent. At that time, even if the Holy Light Cult wants to continue fighting, Dragon City will not be afraid anymore, and Bedivere, who is free, is enough to sweep the battlefield. In just a few words, Archbishop Rowan successfully stirred up the emotions of the people present, and the focus of hatred gradually shifted to the Faceless Man. However, the Faceless One just sneered at this. "The performance is over? Then it's my turn to say something." While speaking, the Faceless Man in the sky separated an avatar, whose power was less than one percent of the original one, but the aura of looking down on all living beings remained undiminished .
"You idiots, you are actually confused by the words of an apostate. Have you fed your belief in the Holy Light to dogs?" The Faceless Man didn't care at all how much hatred his vicious attack would arouse.
Because, he has a killer move that is enough to determine the world with one blow.
"Your beloved former Archbishop Rowan was a member of the Priory of Mount Sion.
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