The dead, the voice of wailing, weeps the world.
The dead, the staring eyes, the mind is shaken.
Under the [Gaze of the Dead], the defenseless Bulville was pulled into the [Illusion of Fear], and under the mental impact of Kieran Qiang Level 1, Bulville's body trembled.
The torturer protected his disciples from collapsing and having their heads exploded under Kieran's mental shock.
But the sword stabbed by Boulville was unstoppable.
Because, at the same moment, Kieran not only activated [Gaze of the Dead].
And... [Sword Skill. Ten Thousand Snakes]!
Hiss!
Thousands of snakes neighed.
A poisonous snake with a small horn on its head, roaring at the moon.
Boulville, who was judged mentally again, froze.
The sharp cold light stopped in front of Qin Ran's neck, unable to advance an inch.
But Qin Ran's toe kicked heavily on Bulville's lower abdomen.
boom!
Like the muffled sound of cowhide, Bulville was not kicked away, and an unknown and powerful defensive force field protected the high priest.
This did not exceed Qin Ran's expectation.
In fact, Kieran would feel strange without this defense.
Randomly, the second kick followed like a shadow, and kicked straight.
And with this kick, the powerful defensive force field shattered.
Snapped!
Amidst the sound of shattering glassware, Qin Ran followed each other with one foot, one foot was faster than the other, and one foot was heavier than the other, and landed on Boulville one by one.
A series of leg shadows, layer upon layer, densely covered Boulville's body.
Click, click!
The sound of broken bones kept ringing out, but Qin Ran had no intention of stopping at all. The moment all the shadows of his legs were retracted, a sharp energy pierced through the air.
The half-moon-shaped vigor swept over Boulville's body like a guillotine.
puff!
Bulville's head flew high.
A golden light appeared on the opponent's body.
Qin Ran picked up the patented product, turned around and left without looking at the high priests in the corner.
And it wasn't until Qin Ran left for a moment that the high priests looked at each other as if they had come to their senses.
"Amazing kicking, and..."
"Terrible technique!"
After a moment of silence, the high priest of the Temple of Valor took a deep breath and said.
The high priests around nodded their heads.
The combo skills of [Besica kicking technique] [Bai Lie's foot] and [foot knife] secretly surprised the high priests who had never seen this kind of kicking technique.
But compared with [Gaze of the Dead] [Sword Skill. Ten Thousand Snakes], it is nothing.
"Silent, unaware decision ****!"
"The Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Sin are in trouble!"
"I hope they don't have a hard time!"
The High Priest of the Temple of Love looked at the direction where Qin Ran was leaving, and after speaking lightly, he turned around and disappeared in the same place.
The high priests around were taken aback.
Some doubts about the meaning of the words of the High Priest of the Temple of Love.
Some are thoughtful.
However, no one stayed, and the battle here was over.
Of course they don't need to stay.
Of course, they will also watch the battle in the Temple of Thorns in another way.
Everyone disappeared in an instant.
All of them turned their attention to the Temple of Thorns.
They look forward to what will happen next.
As the priest of the Temple of Sin, Fars felt this situation for the first time.
Bowing his head to pray, Fars, who was illuminated by the torturer's aura, trembled, and even a slight ripple appeared in the torturer's aura.
The ripples immediately attracted Barry on the opposite side.
"Has your plan failed?"
"Our knight commander is not so easy to deal with!"
Barry raised his head and said with a smile.
"You'd better worry about yourself!"
"Once Slotu fails, it will be your death!"
"And he will definitely not last long!"
Fars sneered.
Just like the priest of the Temple of Sin said.
The High Priest of Thorns, Slotu, could not last long.
Under the siege of the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth, the high priest was completely at a disadvantage, and the priest's robes that should have been clean were already in tatters.
One after another bloodstains appeared faintly.
On the old face, there was an undisguised exhaustion.
But he gritted his teeth and blocked it.
Because, Slotu knew, once he stepped back.
The Temple of Thorns is over!
Therefore, he cannot retreat.
Also, dare not retreat!
He couldn't imagine the dire consequences once he backed away.
God's kindness is only for his believers.
For believers of other gods, it is as cold as severe winter.
Even the gods who were originally from the south and the city of Navia are the same.
When the Temple of Wealth and the Temple of Sin appeared at the same time, Slotu knew what the other party wanted.
Exterminate the Temple of Thorns!
Deprive Lady Thorn of her priesthood, destroy her godhood, and pull Lady Thorn off the altar.
Not only Slotu knew it, but Barry knew it too.
Therefore, the two fought desperately.
Without borrowing the power of the Lady of Thorns, the two set out to burn their own lives.
The two of them knew very well that borrowing Lady Thorn's power at this time would only make that kind lady worse.
What they have to do is not mess with that lady.
Let the lady focus on the torturer and the lady of fortune.
only…
Judging from the current situation, it is not optimistic.
Both Ms. Fortune and the torturer have extra power lent to their followers, suppressing the two of them who are burning with life.
Before, both of them were already desperate.
They knew where Bulville, who hadn't shown up, had gone.
Although they were very confident about Ryan's strength, they didn't think Ryan could win against that one. This was not a matter of confidence, but that Bulville was too famous.
Faced with such a Boulville, the young Ryan may have a chance in the future, but not now!
But no one thought of it!
Things turned around!
Ryan actually won!
Victory over Bulville!
Laughter came from the mouth of the wounded Slotu.
The high priest swept away the previous decline, and the scarlet, smoke-like air flow surrounded the high priest, increasing the strength and speed of the high priest exponentially.
The long sword in his hand counterattacked the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth like the wind.
"From there to here, at the speed of our knight commander, about five minutes is enough!"
"And five minutes..."
"We can hold on!"
Barry's voice was deep and powerful, and his body was covered with a foggy scarlet color similar to Slotu's. He used his life to do the final blessing for his old friend.
As for the consequences of doing so
Death, he will welcome.
"Old friend, the Kingdom of God is reunited!"
After Barry uttered the last sentence in this world, his whole body was full of light.
Like a waterfall, the rays of light rushed towards Siluotu.
Feeling the surge of power in his body, the High Priest of Thorns did not turn his head to look at his old friend. He focused on facing the two opponents.
The corners of his eyes are moist.
He growled under his breath.
"wait for me!"
hum!
The scarlet power turned into a hurricane and soared into the sky. Siluotu seemed to be stained red with blood. The long sword in his hand wove sword nets one after another, killing the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune, And the priest of the Temple of Sin was locked up firmly.
"Work together to surround and kill him!"
"Otherwise, when that guy arrives, we will be considered a complete failure!"
Fars growled.
But he couldn't give more blessings to the two people around him.
Although he has the aura of a torturer in his body, he knows what the plan is, so he doesn't dare to borrow more power from the torturer.
The same is true for the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth.
They dare not wantonly borrow the power of the gods they believe in at this time.
Torturer, Lady Fortune vs. Lady Thorn.
Two against one should be a sure thing.
But in order to make this plan more secure, it is doomed not to borrow the power of the torturer and Ms. Fortune.
As for desperate
How can they be willing to work hard when they are already sure of winning
In particular, when they are very clear about what changes will occur after victory, they are even more unwilling to sacrifice themselves for no reason.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
One minute.
two minutes.
three minutes.
Slotu's sword power remained undiminished.
four minutes.
five minutes.
Slotu's sword was slightly slower.
Although he was still oppressing the three reserved high priests and chief priests, Slotu knew that he couldn't hold on for long.
But why hasn't Lane shown up yet
Could it be...
Bad guesses began to arise in the mind of the high priest.
"It seems that the knight commander, whom you have placed high hopes on, defeated Bulville, but it was only a miserable victory!"
Fals squinted his eyes and said.
"Miserable victory?"
"Maybe it's a lose-lose situation!"
"At this time, he is already dead on the way!"
The words of the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth were even more vicious.
The three of them were disturbing and disintegrating Siluotu's will.
To be able to become the High Priest of the Temple of Thorns, there is no doubt that Slotu is determined.
But at this time, this clumsy way, with the passage of time, seems to have really worked.
Slotu's sword was getting slower and slower.
The eyes of the High Priest and Priest of the Temple of Wealth and the Priest of the Temple of Sin lit up.
They know that the harvest time has come.
And at this moment!
hum!
On the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune, the aura belonging to the lady of fortune suddenly disappeared in a sudden tremor.
The high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth were taken aback.
Before they knew what happened, a sword light had already flashed.
Without the blessing of Ms. Fortune, their strength and speed were greatly reduced, and they were unable to dodge this sword at all.
Two heads flew high.
Looking at the deaths of two comrades in the same camp, Fars didn't think about revenge at all, but quickly distanced himself from Siluotu.
What happened
The priest of the Temple of Sin asked loudly in his heart.
Not only the dean of the Temple of Sin, but also the high priests and priests who 'watched' here were full of curiosity in their hearts.
Only Slotu did not.
He didn't know what happened.
But he knew the opportunity was once in a lifetime.
Get rid of each other!
With such conviction, Slotu rushed straight to Fars.
The battle continues.
But the people watching here have no interest in continuing to watch. They only know that the balance of victory is beginning to tilt, but where is it tilting
They know nothing.
Fortunately, the knights of their respective knights soon brought accurate news: the Temple of Fortune was on fire!
…
"The Temple of Wealth is on fire?"
"Could it be..."
The high priest of the Temple of Bravery who got the news was taken aback for a moment, then, thinking of something, he immediately stood up from his seat, his expression changing again and again.
"It's really unexpected!"
"How bold!"
The High Priest of the Temple of Valor sighed.
…
"Mortals become gods."
"There should be mortals who slaughter gods."
"Very good, very good."
The High Priest of the Temple of Love knelt in front of a crystal ball, whispering softly.
…
"Hahaha!"
"This is the real warrior!"
"Be fearless of everything!"
The High Priest of the Temple of War let out a hearty laugh.
…
The high priests who got the news all had different expressions after being surprised.
But the High Priest of the Temple of the Hunter is the most special.
The tall, muscular middle-aged man glanced at him, his face was still slightly pale, but Horace, who was conscious, ordered directly.
"Go to support the Temple of Thorns!"
…
The change in the hunter's temple immediately attracted the attention of several surrounding temples.
They watched as the Knights of the Hunter marched towards the Temple of Thorns.
Then, he silently glanced at the Temple of Wealth that was still burning.
Some continued to remain silent.
Some followed behind the Temple of the Hunters and acted together.
However, these have nothing to do with Qin Ran for the time being.
After killing Bulville, Kieran went straight to the temple area according to his plan.
It is different from the rescue that everyone thinks.
Qin Ran planned to surround Wei and rescue Zhao.
Or, to put it more bluntly, he wants to draw his salary from the bottom!
He chose the Temple of Wealth!
Not only because the high priest and deacon of the Temple of Wealth must bring most of the priests and deacons to the Temple of Thorns, but the Knights have already been wiped out by him, and there will definitely not be too many priests and deacons left.
The strength is very empty.
Also because the Temple of Wealth is located on the edge of the temple area, very close to him.
Charge all the way!
With lightning speed, Qin Ran charged into the core of the Temple of Wealth and stood in front of the statue of the Fortune Lady.
Then, take a leap.
Woo!
[Arrogant Words] With a scalp-numbing whistling sound, he directly chopped off the head of the statue of Ms. Fortune.
As the head of the statue of Ms. Fortune was cut off, [Words of Arrogance] buzzed again and again, and the strange purple color continued to flow, becoming more and more intense.
But Qin Ran didn't notice this at all.
His gaze has long been attracted by a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
The brilliance shines.
The face of the figure is completely unclear.
But the aura it brought made Qin Ran unsteady and staggered back.
"Sure enough, it's a clone!"
Although he retreated again and again, Qin Ran's eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him, and his keen perception kept telling him that the figure was strong.
But it's not like being invincible when facing a real god.
Everything is as he expected!
Even with the help of the torturer, it is impossible for Ms. Fortune to focus all her attention on him, an ant, when facing Ms. Thorns.
A clone is the limit of the opponent.
And this avatar...
It was his long-awaited goal!