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In the eyes of others, this move is already extremely powerful and powerful.

However, only Edmund, a flame walker, can truly feel the suffocation pressure like a tide.

I felt that I was locked by an extremely powerful aura. Before he could react, the cold white sword light swept in front of him.

His face suddenly changed, and he had no time to raise his red spear and was directly slashed by the sword light.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Edmund was chopped and flew backwards from the city wall, flew over the moat, and fell into the mud.

Edmund felt that his internal organs were almost displaced, and his chest was circulating. He couldn't help it, and he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

On the red magic beast leather armor specially asked the master of armor to make, several half-armed holes were suddenly in his eyes. A blood line was left on the skin under the leather armor, and blood beads were oozing out one by one.

Edmund understood that at that moment just now, if it weren't for the armor with extremely strong protective powers on his body blocking him, even if he barely took the sword, he would have been severely injured by the broken sword light.

powerful!

Too strong!

The true saint is not something he, the so-called "sub-saint" at level 6, can compete with.

His heart was filled with despair.

at the same time.

On the entire battlefield, both the enemy and our army were shocked. This scene was so shocking, far beyond their imagination and insight.

The flamewalker Edmund appeared on the battlefield, and was already inhumane, and had a devastating blow to the morale of the army of believers of the Light.

But such a terrible existence was actually knocked down by an angel's blow to the city wall, vomiting blood in a mess.

How can this terrible existence be fought against?

Especially Lu'an's army, morale almost fell to the bottom, and not escaping immediately was considered a great courage.

"Not bad." Even Wu Hui, who was in the Kingdom of Light, was eating the popcorn of Saint McGrath while applauding. "St. Luke is deeply loved by me. Edmund's pretending to be offended should give him some ruthlessness."

This appearance and this momentum fully demonstrate the angel's nobleness and strength.

This is what we want to suppress the whole audience and exert the momentum on their side!

Edmund, the old boy, dared to rely on the strength of a mere sub-saint to show off his might and be arrogant and domineering in front of the Saint of Light and the Believers of Light.

The injured Saint of Light gave herself a healing operation and slowly stood up, with an extremely calm and calm look in her eyes: "Soldiers, believers!"

She raised the cross in her hand high, her voice was crisp and moving, and she was powerful, "My Lord is watching us in heaven. Under the shroud of God's light, we will be invincible! The angel's holy power is invincible!"

Under the influence of the magical arts, her voice instantly spread throughout Gru Castle.

The believers and soldiers became excited and furious in an instant, and couldn't help but shout with the Saint of Light.

"The angel holy power is invincible!"

"The angel holy power is invincible!"

"The angel holy power is invincible!"

The power of the divine is vast, and the angels are coming. What a glory is this?

Even sub-saint-level powerhouses like Flame Walker are vulnerable to the angels. Why are they afraid that this war will lose?

For a moment, all the Holy See's believers and soldiers became as excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. The crowd was inspiring and their morale was high. They raised their swords and guns and fought back at the enemy. They were completely desperate for battle, which was frenzied and frightening.

On the other hand, the Lu'an army, which had a total number of people several times that of believers and soldiers, had morale collapsed, and the killed one after another retreated, and soon retreated from the city wall. But even so, the believers and soldiers were still unwilling to let go. They either climbed down from the city wall, opened the city gate, and attacked and fought against the enemy army in the opposite direction.

"Damn it, don't retreat, kill me, kill me!"

Viscount Connor saw the defeat as if he was defeated, he immediately roared hysterically and personally slapped several deserters with his sword. His gorgeous armor was covered with blood, and he roared like a mad dog. "Who dares to retreat, kill without mercy. Who is the first to rush into Gru Castle, rewarding 100 Jinfranks, and is actually a baron."

Viscount Connor is a nobleman who has a long family tradition and has been carefully taught since childhood. He clearly realized that he must make a last try now, otherwise this Gruburg would be his death.

Those who retreat will die, and those who brave will be named barons.

Such two great excitement immediately restored some morale. The army in Lu'an City had a total of one or two thousand people, including many brave and brave people. Especially some Lord Knights, they were even more excited to fight desperately.

The Baron and the Baron are completely different concepts. The civilians are brave and good at fighting like the Knights of Horn and have made many military achievements, but they are just a Knight leader.

Most of the world's most real barons are named after the family's inheritance from generation to generation. Another way is to reach level 5 in personal strength, and to be willing to swear allegiance to serve a certain viscount or count, you can also reward the baron, but the territory must be won by yourself.

Therefore, for many people, Viscount Connor has set up a path to heaven, as long as he can rush up the city wall and break into Gru Castle.

Under the instigation of Viscount Connor, the army of Lu'an, which was on the verge of defeat, magically stood firm and steadily forced the army of believers to retreat.

"Although that level 7 strongman is powerful, no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually be tired and injured." Viscount Connor continued to inspire frantically, "In history, I don't know how many level 7 strongman died on the battlefield. Today, we will achieve a miracle!"

Although Viscount Connor already vaguely knew what kind of existence he was fighting against, but so what, can he survive by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

When Wu Hui, who was far away in the Kingdom of God, could not help but sigh that although creatures like nobles were greedy, selfish, despicable, and shameless, they had systematic cultivation and had the insight and experience far beyond ordinary civilians.

The ability to burst out at critical moments cannot be underestimated.

Viscount Connor, like this, has saved the situation in crisis several times, and in a sense, he is already an excellent commander.

It's a pity.

Wu Hui had been planning this decisive battle for a long time and had done a lot of preparations. No matter how outstanding Viscount Connor performed, he was just a desperate struggle, and he became the whetstone of the Holy Maiden of Light and the young Holy See.

"Luke, quickly resolve the battle." Wu Hui ordered calmly.

The time is almost over, and the show is about to end. After all, St. Luke's war angel state requires 1 divine power every minute. If there are more places to use divine power in the future, it is a little bit of saving.

"Yes! My Lord."

In the most stable channel of faith, St. Luke's calm response came.

Then on the big screen supported by Wu Hui, the war angel St. Luke slammed his white wings and swung down like a fighter plane, killing towards the flamewalker Edmund.

Edmund had already restrained his breath and quietly mingled into the crowd, preparing to retreat quietly while everyone was not paying attention. As long as he ran far enough, even the angels of war would not be able to catch up.

"Damn it." Edmund was furious and shocked when he saw the war angels swooping down. He quickly burst out a momentum and rushed into the distance.

His speed was not slow, and a thin layer of flame was burning around him, like a flying meteor.

Unfortunately, the War Angel is a level 7 military with wings, and his speed is far beyond Edmund's. After chasing and escaping, he intercepted him and fell down after only two or three hundred meters.

"I'll fight with you."

Edmund had no way to escape, and was shocked and angry and burst into an aura, waving his red spear to fight back.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The two masters fought for several rounds in a flash. Edmund, the sub-saint, fought desperately, and his power should not be underestimated.

What a pity.

He is stronger, and the war angel is stronger.

St. Luke's move was filled with extremely powerful power, which made Edmund's internal organs tremble violently, and blood kept spilling out of his mouth.

There is a gap between level 6 and level 7, not that you can win by fighting hard.

Under St. Luke's smooth attack, Edmund had almost no power to fight back.

Even though Edmund seized the opportunity to attack St. Luke with his injury, the sharp red spear, which was extremely sharp, penetrated the holy light shield condensed by St. Luke, but was removed by the scales on his body, and the tip of the gun was deflected and flew away.

But at this moment, Edmund had the urge to vomit blood. The light armor on the angel in front of him was dyed white and looked like an ornament, and his defense was so fierce.

It is already completely impossible to defeat the opponent. Should the opponent's weapons and equipment be so strong?

I, Edmund, came to help with the boxing, and did not bully people like this.

However, St. Luke used an oracle to kill Edmund. He was extremely loyal to the God of Light. How could he let Edmund go?

Within half a minute, St. Luke pierced Edmund's heart with one sword, and the power of the holy light rushed into his heart to pieces.

Under such a fatal injury, even the powerful vitality of the sub-saint-level powerful man would die and no longer have the possibility of survival.

St. Luke picked up Eimmond's body, flew towards the front of Gru Fort, threw it from the sky, and smashed it hard in the center of the fierce battle between the two sides.

"Bang!"

The body of the Assassin hit the ground, like a heavy hammer and drum, shaking everyone's heart trembled faintly.

The soldiers around were also startled and quickly flashed around. A large area of ​​space was instantly empty around the body.

The body of the flamewalker Edmund lies alone in the middle of the clearing, particularly desolate, but also particularly conspicuous.

Compared to the glamorous and majestic at the beginning, Edmund was like a crock pot stained with mud and rotten roses, and his whole body was filled with a scent of grey.

Looking closely, his chestnut hair was covered with weeds, and his skin that had lost its vitality was gray and white. Even his red-colored monster leather armor was beaten to pieces in the battle just now, leaving only a small piece of ragged hang on his shoulders, covered in blood and scars, looking particularly miserable.

Seeing his appearance clearly, the soldiers around him suddenly became weak, their faces were pale and shaking.

The sub-saint, known as the Fire Walker, is like a god-like existence in the minds of many people, and is dead!

He was beaten to death by the war angels of the Holy See of Light.

In the distance of the battlefield, Viscount Connor, who was surrounded by elite "guards", was even more frightened and was almost soaked in cold sweat when he saw this scene. He was originally expected that Edmund would have more trump cards and support for a while, even if he could hold the angel of war for a while.

I never thought that he would die so quickly.
To be continued...