Chapter 162: Majestic

Seeing this scene, the Sword Saint and the Great Master looked at each other indifferently and nodded slightly. But Bogus, who was there, took a few long breaths and suppressed his injuries.

He completely lost his demeanor as a super magician. His hands kept marking symbols in the air, singing inexplicable spells loudly. He could gradually see the dissipated lights gradually gathering again. Even those who do not understand magic will know

Blunt's brow frowned slightly and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword. At this moment, the sound of the spell came suddenly.

When the colorful bird flew down, everyone thought it was a thunderbird or a phoenix, but these giant birds were not as gorgeous as this.

When all the magical scenes disappeared, only the black steel stick carved with Garuda stood there. At this time, Huigang was covered in blood all over his body, which made others feel that he was at the end of his strength, or that he had completely lost the ability to fight.

Bogus's thought was to kill the roots immediately and not be able to leave the monk's life, but he also saw Huigang's powerful melee battle and used his magical magic in place.

But halfway through, I didn't dare to do anything anymore, because the blonde young man with scars on the other side was shaking and stood up shakingly, reached out and pulled up the stick in front of him, and looked coldly at all the enemies standing in front of him, although Huigang was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

But everyone thinks that the monk's hand is an invincible sharp blade and magic weapon

Huigang's face was almost pale, holding a black long stick in one hand, and his eyes changed from the confused feeling of just getting up to the resolute. He now knew that his body was about to collapse, but the monk knew that as long as he took a step back, the magic attack in front would turn him and the girl behind him into ashes.

Anyway, Princess Caroline is innocent.

Everyone present dared not look at Huigang. Although he was already weak, everyone was still frightened by this awesome aura and dared not move.

There were many powerful warriors and mages outside, but everyone felt that if they took the initiative to step forward, they would definitely be beaten to pieces by the seemingly weak blonde young man opposite.

No one dared to move. The priests of the Temple of War exchanged admiration. Putting aside the strength just now, the gods appeared. However, the current person's spirit of fighting to the death is the kind of upright warriors. And everyone can see that his unretreatment is for the sake of the innocent Princess Caroline behind him.

Bogus' hands were stiff in the air. He was one of the most outstanding magicians on the continent. He could rank among the top thirty in this continent in the use of the divine power of light, but he did not dare to take action at this time. He was afraid that once he acted, he would be killed by the messenger of the young blonde standing far away, Archbishop St. Odin.

Cardinal Erding slowly climbed up from behind, and under the cover of the soldiers in front, he did not stand up.

When everyone was afraid to move, a soldier standing in front looked at the monk nervously, not daring to move at all. Suddenly, he felt his brain suddenly unconscious.

In this awkward silence in the field, a warrior suddenly roared and rushed towards the monk with the giant axe in his hand. Several people with spiritual attainments all moved their hearts, looking at Cardinal Erding standing in the crowd. With such a warrior action, the others were ready to move.

The black light flashed, and there was no sound. The warrior who rushed up suddenly stood in front of the monk and stopped moving. It seemed that a gust of wind blew from the air. The warrior's armor, flesh and weapons suddenly turned into ashes, as if they were burned by some flames, first shattered, and then burned.

The scene completely quieted, and only Elding hid in the crowd with a stern face to find a manipulator below. Suddenly, he felt like he was soaked in the bone-thundering cold air. This was the breath of the sword. Only one person could emit it here, namely Blunt, the sword saint.

"If you move around again, I will chop you up."

The Sword Saint said viciously that the two princes had stood there and dared not move. In their eyes, the young man Folite, who was known to be invincible in force and could save countless people, was just a chess piece and a small figure who had no background to abandon.

No matter how high a person is, no matter how invincible he is, he cannot compete with the power of the entire country. If he cannot recruit, it will only be destruction. They do not know that the ring in the Muni Cathedral, the relatives of Marquis Omok are not very worthy of concern to them.

In the face of some huge benefits or honors, the life-saving benefactor or the sister who loved him since childhood was nothing. But now, the eldest prince Kerson is afraid that he has sent people to be unfavorable to Huigang many times, and the second prince Fanster is almost desperate. He abandoned Huigang and even took the initiative to frame him.

In exchange for support from the Church of Light and the Temple of War, but on this night, the Church of Light had obviously been smashed to pieces, and the pastors of the Temple of War also turned against him.

Emperor Drew Lindre V, who was sitting there, had completely blurred eyes. He looked like a paralyzed old man with water flowing out of the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his robe in front of him. The servant next to him helped him clean up tremblingly, while watching the confrontation in the field.

The old emperor no longer had any consciousness and sat there blankly. Beside him were several guards hiding under the black heavy armor. The emperor's health had nothing to do with them. Their task was to ensure that the old emperor was not harmed. As for the health of the Supreme, they were not responsible.

The swordsman Blunt looked around the hall and coughed softly. The great wizard Thorne, who was maintaining the shield, turned around and stared at the old emperor for a moment, and suddenly said in surprise:

"Your Majesty's situation is wrong, I want to take a look."

The heavily armored warriors around them did not doubt it and moved aside. The great mage approached the emperor, stretched out his hand and gently tried the emperor's state, and then began to recite spells. Although Thorne's specialty was space magic, magicians of this level were naturally not too weak in healing.

Those who were shocked by Huigang's majesty saw the monk shaking for a while. They knew that the monk might not be able to hold on, and immediately became energetic again.

The second prince Fanster shouted as if he was crazy:

"Go up and kill him. This is a demon. He is here to assassinate his father. Go quickly."

Fanster's connections were actively concentrated in the military. When he shouted, several officers present looked at each other, pulled out their weapons, and shouted loudly as the soldiers moved forward.

The heavy crossbow was raised, and the monk's body shook slightly, feeling weak all over his body, but the heavy crossbows and soldiers in front of him would not pose any threat to him. Now, although the monk's heart was calm, he was only full of calm murderous intent.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the chaotic hall, and the sound was faint but it reached everyone's ears:

"Stop."

Everyone stopped moving. The owner of this voice was nothing but someone else. It was Emperor Lindre V, who had been without movement since the dance. He was the supreme leader of the Drew Empire, and everyone was his people. His words were supreme orders, at least in name.

In particular, all the armed soldiers in the hall are the most loyal corps of the Imperial Guards, led by Viscount Simmon, and tightly surrounded the palace outside. These are four corps directly led by Marquis Omoke.

The strongest warriors and mages were all by the emperor, and the Blunt Sword Saint was watching majesticly, and the great mage Thorne was there to treat him cordially. Everyone could see the strength and weakness.

Everyone began to stop and dodge the center. Looking at the emperor there, Lindley V's eyes no longer diverged as before. Although they were still weak, their words were still very clear. Those who were very close to them looked at Master Thorne with admiration. The healing technique was really effective.

The simple-dressed old man standing very close to the emperor smiled at Master Thorne without saying a word. The warriors and priests of the Temple of War were surrounded by the old man.

Master Thoren's hand was placed on the emperor's back, and the healing light was constantly injected into the emperor's body at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Looking at the old man's smile, there was a cold sweat on the vest, but he still didn't let go of his hand. After a little concentration, he looked at the lonely Princess Caroline over there.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and the great wizard calmed down and focused on inputting the power of healing. Although the old emperor's voice was extremely weak, he was very clear and calm, but everyone could hear the emotions in his words. Moreover, because there was magic that could amplify sounds around the throne, everyone could hear them clearly.

"I'm not dead yet, are you fighting here?"
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