In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

In the duel field shrouded in darkness, monsters wearing clown masks emerged from the darkness one after another, using weapons such as minions, swords, spears and halberds. Like moths rushing towards the flame, they were burned to death in Jeanne's holy flames. All.

Jeanne opened her wings, and at the end of the wings, there were golden flowing debris flying in the air.

Her strong and strong skin was dotted with golden lines, making her look more and more like the Seraph from mythology and legend.

you're good.

Although I don't know whether it's your own ability or the two artifacts in your hands, even among the dark creatures I dealt with during my heyday, I was still ranked among the top ten.

Francesco smiled and said: Thank you, Ms. Jeanne, for the compliment. I'm really flattered.

Jeanne said thoughtfully: So, getting rid of you is not a loss at all.

Hey, what are you going to do?

Jeanne's tone made Francesco feel a strong sense of uneasiness inexplicably in his heart.

Immediately, he saw Jeanna's body begin to shatter into golden light bit by bit, and was thrown into the holy flames that enveloped her. In an instant, the golden light illuminated the entire dark duel place.

Are you crazy!

Francesco's face full of joking was suddenly replaced by panic. He never thought that just by saying a few rubbish words, he would provoke this glorious knight to fight with him at the risk of burning his own life.

I'm only in the top ten. When you met those dark creatures that were stronger than me before, did you also burn your life if you disagreed?

Jeanne laughed full of mockery: Because I think highly of you, Mr. Ripper.

She changed the topic and recited a sacred prayer, and the burning speed of her body gradually began to increase. In just a short while, the lower half of her body had turned into blazing golden holy flames.

After using the sacred body, Jeanne's whole body is composed of sacred power and is no longer a body of flesh and blood. Therefore, burning all these sacred powers is her most powerful killing move in the elite stage - and The enemy dies together!

You unreasonable crazy bitch.

Francesco gritted his teeth, and the clown mask on his face squirmed as if alive, covering his body and turning into a silver-white armor, blocking the burning of the holy flames.

The color of this intense holy flame is close to white. Even if it doesn't touch him at all, just being irradiated by it will make him, a dark creature, feel a sharp burning pain, as if he has been splashed with sulfuric acid. .

It feels really familiar.

Jeanna raised her hand and looked at her arm. Each finger was covered with golden flames. There was a trace of ridicule on her face: This level of pain is really nothing compared to what she experienced when she was a mortal. negligible.

The holy spear is raised high.

Meet the judgment, sinner.

The golden angel burning with blazing holy flames, holding a holy spear engraved with sacred inscriptions like a beam of light, swept towards the surroundings.

It was as if Pangu opened up the world and the darkness was instantly dispelled.

Every spectator in attendance was burned by the holy flame and turned into a ball of torches.

The burning dragon's breath shrouded the entire city.

Losing Prajna's aid, Lothar was alone. The centurion of the Texas wolf tribe who was with him had died in battle and was beheaded by an enemy wolf warrior holding a double-edged axe.

On his side, he encountered a strong opponent who was still difficult to match even if he transformed into a half-dragon. Although the dragon's breath blessed by the double flame divinity was powerful, it was difficult to face such a small and flexible opponent. Achieve too much results.

Now, he is just a trapped beast still fighting.

If we can delay it for a while, we can reduce the pressure on the main frontal battlefield.

The sound of howling wind came.

Lothar, who was breathing dragon breath, had to stop his movements and turn his head to dodge. A silver spear was almost nailed to his ear on the wall tiles behind him. If he didn't dodge in time, he would be directly shot in the head. .

The wolf warriors, whose bodies were covered with burns, led by two centurions, swarmed up and rushed toward Lothar.

At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly started to flow strangely. Each pool of blood was like a bottomless lake, from which red arms made of pure blood stretched out, trying to drag the wolf warriors above into in.

The more they struggled, the deeper they sank. The longer they were touched by the bloody hand, the less strength they had to resist. An unhealthy paleness appeared on their skin, which was the loss of their blood.

What the hell?

The faces of all the wolf warriors were full of horror. No matter whether the bloody hand was cut with a knife or hit with an ax, even if it was cut off, it would immediately stick to each other and they would not be able to break free for a while.

Even the two well-informed centurions were briefly controlled by the larger number of bloody hands.

The Tepes family of the Blood Court has always only guarded their own one-third of an acre of land in Transylvania. Although they are famous for blood magic, there are very few people who have truly experienced it. I don’t know how to respond.

Of course, Lothar would not let go of such a great opportunity, and directly vented all his strength with a breath of dragon breath, shrouding the wolf warriors who had no way to escape.

As Lothar's mental power gradually dried up, he stopped outputting dragon breath, and his body was released from the half-dragon state. The enemies on the city wall had been completely wiped out, and even two centurions were burned. Became a charred corpse.

My lord, I must have come at just the right time.

The triumphant little vampire appeared in mid-air. Her body was covered with white bone armor. Many of the armor plates had been embedded deep into the skin, growing together with the flesh and blood. How would it look when the spell of the Blood Palace was cast? All have a strong evil color.

Have you solved it over there?

Of course, that was a grand formation that I carefully prepared for a month.

great!

Lothar found a good seat and sat on the ground. The dizziness he felt due to the exhaustion of his mental power made his voice much weaker: Go and help Prajna. She went to support the frontal battlefield. This battle will be difficult. After fighting like this, if we lose again, it will be really unfair.

Fringilla said seriously: Okay. Kors, you stay to protect me.

No, at this time, every bit of combat power is very crucial. Coors should go with you.

Lothar waved his hand. His mental power was almost exhausted. He was completely useless now, and it was not worth spending precious combat power to protect him.

All right.

Fringilla took a deep look at Lothar, licked her lips subconsciously, and had a treasonous thought in her heart.

It’s just that I just thought about it after all.

Although she felt that, according to the master's temperament, if she proposed it, he would most likely agree to lend her bloodline to her, but the more this happened, the less she dared to say it.

The current battle on the frontal battlefield has fallen into a one-sided disadvantage.

The charge of more than forty pure-blood wolves, at this critical moment, is no different than forty scythe chariots charging at the scattered light infantry. Even if Prajna and Giuliano blocked part of it, the rest , the blow to one's own side is undoubtedly very fatal.

This is also the importance of reserving reserves in advance on the battlefield.

The addition of a new force at a critical moment can undoubtedly change the direction of the entire war.

at this time.

A cannonball flew from below and exploded in the center of the expeditionary wolf tribe on the charge. The terrifying explosion blessed by the white crystal instantly ignited a pure-blood wolf tribe into a ball of fire.

The commander of the expeditionary force cursed loudly: Who asked them to fire the cannon? A group of idiots, who are already in close combat, dare to use white crystal rapid-fire cannons. You want to bury your own people and the castle in the ruins. ?

The adjutant looked shocked: Your Excellency, Commander, you are not one of ours, look!

Castle of Wolfsburg.

The shrill scream sounded like a demonic sound coming from hell.

An army composed of hundreds of zombies was calibrating the artillery taken over from the enemy's artillery position, and aimed at the walls of Fort Wolf.

Captain Hogg wore his captain's hat sideways and looked high-spirited.

At the critical moment, it depends on Captain Hogg.