Dust of History Chapter 101: Variable (5)

There has never been anyone in the world who can really count everything. Reality is not a novel. Compared with the complicated things in the world, people are actually just ants who live and die in this world. They can control everything and change everything. The idea of ​​being the spirit of all things is just a half-knowledgeable person who is extremely narcissistic. Just rambling.

The Marquis of Inham understood this truth a long time ago. But when he saw the twisted and deformed steel prison, there was a momentary blank in his mind, completely at a loss.

He is indeed smart enough, and the smartest thing about him is that he doesn't think that his intelligence can be invincible, so he is very cautious in everything, and he is never blocked by the police to force himself. So all along, his plan can be carried out almost seamlessly, and all the arrangements and expectations are realized step by step according to his wishes. So even though he already understood that truth, he still had the illusion that everything was really arranged by him. But no matter how well and exquisitely he arranged it, it was impossible to calculate the falling trajectory of the meteor fire shower and the blocking efficiency of the Great Ambassador. There were only a few bolides that missed the slashing of the beheading giant sword and fell into the Castle of Glory, and among these few, one of them happened to hit the steel prison where Asa was held.

Manpower can never destroy the specially reinforced steel prison, but it is not much stronger than an ordinary house in the face of the impact of a fiery meteor weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Now what is embedded on the edge of the huge crater is just a ball The rotten paper-like iron sheet, the anti-magic magic circle on it is completely unrecognizable.

Inham took a look at the pile of scrap metal, and his expression changed, becoming uglier than ever before. ran to the central square.

Ai Yimei had already prepared enough before using the teleportation scroll, but when the blue light of teleportation magic dissipated, she almost fell to the ground in fright.

A huge white light curtain wrapped the teleportation magic circle, and Ai Yimei, who had just teleported here, was naturally also in it. Now her ears are full of screams, screams, and the impact of weapons. There are hundreds of hideous faces. Orcs like ghosts frantically waved their weapons around the light curtain and hit the light curtain.

A werewolf covered in blood leaps high. But when he bumped into the white light curtain, he was stunned, and was actually embedded in this light curtain. A templar flew over and chopped the werewolf into two pieces from head to toe with a sword, blood and internal organs were all over the sky scattered. But as long as it hits the light curtain, it immediately bounces off.

Under the protection of the light curtain, the flesh and blood of the mutilated werewolf corpse flew everywhere... Ai Yimei only felt her stomach twitch, and she spit it out on the ground with a wow.

There are more than 20 people wrapped in the light curtain with Ai Yimei, if they are all dressed in high-level clergy. Except for the four cardinals and two high-ranking templars, the rest are all bishops and priests. These are all bishops and priests in various parishes and religious countries, who came directly with teleportation scrolls after receiving the warning magic bell.

The battle of the orcs was just a venting battle of being dazzled by rage, and no one deliberately destroyed the teleportation magic circle. When a few of them woke up, several bishops had already teleported over.

The white magic of these bishops is all superb and profound, but it is impossible to resist the heavy weapons of the orcs in this close combat. Finally, relying on the light rain of Purdue sentient beings slowly descending from the sky, it barely supported it. More and more orcs gradually came to their senses, and gradually there were tens of hundreds of orcs surrounding the teleportation magic circle. Fortunately, just a few cardinals teleported here, and immediately teamed up to expand this layer with all their strength.

This white magic shield looks like a translucent light curtain, but no matter how the orcs outside hit it, it can't break through. It's just that with the impact of the orcs, the faces of several cardinals who worked together to maintain the shields began to turn pale.

"Help me quickly." A bishop yelled at Ai Yimei. Now those who appeared in the teleportation magic circle were all companions. Although they didn't know why it was a little girl, they could clearly feel that she was a magician.

Ai Yimei heard this in a trance, but didn't react at all. Her mind was as turbulent as her stomach. These overlapping scenes of deja vu boiled in the mind, stirring up extreme fear and nausea, and a splitting headache.

Several bishops and high priests were throwing walls of fire, and ice arrows blasted towards the orcs outside. Unfortunately, their elemental magic attainments are not high. The orcs outside are also very alert, and even some orcs can use some basic magic such as fireballs. The speed at which they kill orcs is far inferior to the speed at which the orcs surround them.

'Dendendenden', driven by the half-orcs, the two bulls slammed into the light curtain with thunderous hooves. As long as they hit it hard, not to mention the defense of the light curtain, even the city wall can't resist it.

"God's power is like a prison, and God's grace is like a sea, be sure." The two cardinals in the light curtain used paralysis at the same time. The two wild bulls instantly became completely still like clay sculptures and wood carvings. Under the inertia, the half-orc riding on them flew out and hit the white magic light curtain. And without the magical support of the two cardinals, the white light curtain began to fluctuate. The other orcs hit and slammed on it like throwing stones into a pond, causing waves to ripple.

"I can't hold it anymore." Someone shouted, and the faces of several cardinals were extremely ugly. They never thought that the moment Celeste rang the bell, the enemy had already attacked the central square. Although they were all experienced white mages, the white mages had nothing to do when facing hundreds of orcs in close combat. It's useless.

It's not that no one thought that the cardinals would use the teleportation magic circle to teleport here. There were also many swordsmen on the periphery of the square who wanted to rush here, but they couldn't.

Next to the teleportation magic circle, the originally tidy and magnificent central square is now in ruins.

Lancelot also had two temple knights, and the three teamed up to fight Gru. It was just four people, colliding with each other, fighting, and the aura and fighting air generated by the fighting opened up a circle with a radius of 100 meters in the center of the square, a battlefield that belonged only to these four people. No one else can set foot in, step over past.

Lancelot led, and three white lights and shadows surrounded by various auxiliary magics moved around the dazzling vindictive mass in the middle. They hit each other one after another continuously, and every time they intersect each other, there will be an earth-shattering loud noise, overflowing with fighting spirit. From time to time, a figure of a temple knight would fly out amidst a loud bang, but it would fly back again after a while.

The long swords in the hands of Lancelot and the two temple knights were all shining brightly. All the fighting spirit and magic are concentrated on the sword, but Gelu is still unarmed, and he still uses his fist to directly touch it head-on. It's just that his body is full of scars now, although the scars are not deep, but the red blood has already dyed his whole body red.

The attacks of the two temple knights are desperate. Almost every time he takes a punch at himself to draw Gru's sword. As long as the place where the punch is not the head, no matter how serious the injury is, he can recover quickly under the rain of light from the sky. With Gru's punch, the deformed and distorted glorious battle armor was restored to its original shape along with the wounds on the body. The light rain within a radius of 100 meters seemed to be attracted by the glorious armor of the two temple knights, and it no longer landed slowly, but poured directly on them.

Lancelot did not risk his life to attack with these two. He is still stable and dignified, as motionless as a mountain and as calm as a forest. Responsible for resisting Gru's attack with all his strength, and creating opportunities for the two temple knights to attack.

This is actually not the three attacking Gru. But four people. Half of the Purdue sentient beings that the Pope tried his best to use before was used on this battlefield.

The attacks of the three had completely suppressed Ge Beast, but the more they suppressed them, the more surprised they became. This opponent has great potential and great stamina. The stamina is astonishing, the more you suppress it, the strength of the counterattack and the astonishing momentum and murderous aura will not decrease in the slightest, but will become stronger and stronger. They even felt that what they were attacking with all their strength and suppressed with all their strength was a huge volcano. If they really couldn't completely subdue it, they would be crushed, and in the end they would be blown into pieces and burned to ashes.

They don't even dare to give the slightest thought, as long as the pressure is relieved a little. The accumulated pressure might explode completely and tear them to pieces. Not only can't relax, but we must do our best as soon as possible, because when the light rain that purifies sentient beings stops, they will never have any capital to suppress it.

Gelu's eyes are still pitch black, but the whites of his eyes have turned completely red, which is the color of killing intent, fighting spirit and an instinct hidden in the depths of his soul that even he himself doesn't know. Even his originally white and dazzling vindictiveness had a hint of scarlet and a strange green. His mind has already fallen into a kind of hearty pleasure, and all his body, mind, spirit and fighting spirit are completely burning, which is even more enjoyable than when he was fighting Lancelot in Tula Leon. Even when the opponent's sword pierces into one's own body, when the flesh is cut open, the blood vessels are cut off, it is not only painful, but also exhilarating.

Angry, fighting intent, killing intent, pain, and joy, countless waves of emotions surged and intertwined in his body, and something was being lured out from the deepest part of his body by the impact of the waves.

This is what I want, this is what I want. This somewhat crazy concept is the only one in Gruduo's mind.

With an earth-shattering roar, it was like an ancient monster finally breaking free from the shackles of hundreds of millions of years, releasing the murderous wildness accumulated for countless years. All the orcs, whether fighting or dying, couldn't help but shuddered.

The two long swords of the temple knights pierced and passed through his palms, or he grabbed the two long swords. The blade of the sword passed through his palm and pierced his shoulder, but he also held the hilt, including the hands of the two temple knights who also held the hilt.

Squeezing, the hands of the two knights completely merged with the hilt of the sword without a sound, and then pulling again, the bodies of the two temple knights also collided with each other. Their arms, including the glorious battle armor on their arms, have been twisted and deformed like withered vines.

With broken hands, the two temple knights didn't even hum. When they collided with each other, they could feel the bones in their bodies being smashed like dry noodles. They also didn't scream, but took advantage of the opportunity of being close at last, and pulled out with their intact hands. The short dagger at the waist pierced Gru's waist together.

At the same time, Lancelot's sword pierced Gru's chest and abdomen. But what Lancelot first felt was surprise. He didn't expect to succeed so easily. His sword was actually a must-save for attacking the enemy, and he wanted to save two temple knights. But if the enemy can't save himself, he can't save others either.

Puff, the heads of the two temple knights exploded like watermelons. Gru smashed the two temple knights together with their helmets with his own head. Then the next step is to kick out~IndoMTL.com~The paladin flew out like a cannonball, flying towards the direction of the teleportation magic circle.

Lancelot flew out in a straight line with a white trail at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye. Several tall and strong orcs suddenly flew to pieces, and then the white magic light curtain that was already crumbling It fell apart completely.

The rain of light in the sky no longer poured into the two temple knights. No matter how miraculous the glorious battle armor and the Purdue sentient beings are, the dead who have no enemies will have no effect. Instead, the light rain followed Lancelot's flying trajectory, and all poured on his glorious armor.

And this time, the rain of white magic light flying all over the sky finally stopped, and the dense white magic that filled the air dissipated. Purdue sentient beings, the white magic curse, finally exhausted all its power.

Gelu was already covered in blood and three long swords pierced through his body, but he still stood upright in the pool of blood.

There was another roar like just now, and the three magic swords used by the temple knights on his body were shattered by the fighting spirit.

All the orcs who saw this scene and heard this roar seemed to be crazy. This sound was exactly the kind of sound they yearned for most and the most original in the depths of their souls.