"How? Lord Paladin, what are you thinking?" the high priest asked with a smile. If his smile had been put before, Ye Wuchou would have thought it was the smile of a respected elder, but it would have been put until now...

"High Priest, you don't understand the truth. Let me ask you, who has the final say in Meinrui. Or if it's a little narrower, it's up to us, who has the final say." Ye Wuchou said loudly.

"You have the final say." said the high priest.

Ye Wuchou smiled, and he leaned closer mysteriously and said, "Since the Holy See is also afraid of the power of the masses, I must go out today. The high priest wants to fight a famous battle, but I will not let you do what you wish."

"Sir Paladin, I don't understand what you are saying. Why don't you tell me if you want to add a crime? What's more, you gathered your forces first..."

"Then let's not talk about the noble and low status. In the eyes of the Holy See, the Paladin is a despicable low class, a slave without freedom. Since the Holy See has made a stance of peace with the world, why does it interfere in my actions? Why do you know my actions well?"

A bright voice scattered everywhere, echoing over Meinry's square, and Meinry's people listened quietly and watched.

Heavy silence is the premonition that moving mountains and mountains presses against people's hearts, subtly demonstrating the following forms and changes.

"Sir Paladin, please pay attention to your words. The Holy See's reproduction for thousands of years, reputation cannot be defiled." The high priest's tone finally revealed impatience and incompetence.

"It is the accumulation of thousands of years that makes this hat of deceiving the world and stealing reputation seem meaningful. Since the Holy See has never ended the persecution of the Paladins, we must always beware of the rise of the subsequent Paladins. Free will is immortal and there will be no peace in the fight. Since you and I have opened the skylight and said something bright, there is no need to pursue meaning. Fight! If I win, the sea will be wide and the fish will leap, the sky will be high and the birds will fly. If I lose, I will fall into the abyss and fall, and die without regrets!"

The high priest stared at Ye Wuchou in a daze.

"Run!" Ye Wuchou roared, raised the Paladin's sword, and rushed forward with one move.

The holy light is like the blessing of God, and the team that Ye Wuqiu temporarily radiates and attracts to bathe in it, and the brave and fearless fire bursts out from each of them!

With firm steps under your feet, Ye Wuchou felt passionate in his heart, and the interweaving of blood and fire was even more in line with this situation.

The soldiers guarding the gate were destroyed in the crowd, and they were cut to death by random knives. The red blood flowed, decorating the history of Meenrui and ushering in a bloody day under the magnificent tide of history.

The Holy See's army came in groups, with swords and swords shouting and killing Zhentian. Several white-robed priests had fought with the five generals of Ye Wuqiu. They saw the green feather elves, crossbows and arms flying dances, Kong Wu dwarfs, Lei Zhenting furious, the magician's power, the flames exploded, the swordsman's shadows splashed with jade flying flowers. The leader Fkro, with a long spear like a dragon, slashed and slashed, and the Devil Crying in the Yellow Spring.

After a long battle, there were hundreds of corpses. The leading powerful men were each injured.

"Enough!" The silent high priest suddenly shouted. "Paladin, you will be nailed to the pillar of Meinri's shame!"

"What right do you have to decide my destiny! If you want to crucify me, it depends on whether you have a higher reason, not because I am embarrassing the Holy See!"

"Why, you have such deep resentment towards the Holy See?" The high priest's tone was slightly relieved.

"I am used to doing things myself and cannot get used to the feeling of being oppressed. If I were to be a Paladin at the cost of being imprisoned in the throne, then I would rather never come here."

"You are very different, good. But I think you must first know that your contact with the Holy See was very short. Don't you find it strange that you have such a strong resentment towards the Holy See in such a short period of time? Didn't you think about what these are for?"

Ye Wuchou remained silent. He also understood the meaning of the high priest? His ideas were completely influenced by Old Ward, which was not unaware of. Therefore, Ward and the Holy See each other, so he wisely and alertly no one believed it. At this time, he had only one purpose, and he allowed his consciousness to extend, that is, to leave the city!

"No matter what, the hypocrisy of the Holy See is not an exaggeration. The arrogance of His Highness is enough to prove everything. Take action, the high priest, it is useless to say more." Ye Wuchou said coldly.

The high priest had no expression on his face and didn't know what he was thinking.

"High priest, let's do it. My brothers, I've been waiting for a long time." Ye Wuqiu's bold words came into the ears of Fcrow and others, but they complained. If the high priest is so powerful that he is a certain degree, he will tilt towards the Holy See without any suspense if he joins the battlefield and wins the balance of victory.

The high priest responded to Ye Wuchou's words before he could finish his sentence, and his arms were spreading, his sleeves were noble, and his breath was as violent as a storm. The originally peaceful, central and soft holy power as spring breeze became like a tornado in an instant, full of destructive and violent power like a tornado.

What else should I fight? Just surrender. But this is the paladin's golden words after all. Wouldn't it be a refutation of the paladin's face when escaping at this time? What's more, your beliefs and responsibilities do not allow you to retreat.

"Sir Paladin, go quickly, we will stop the power of the Holy See!" Fcrole's eyes were firm and he shouted.

Ye Wuchou's blood was gushing. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a sharp airflow as sharp as a blade shot towards him.

Ye Wuchou's face changed drastically. He quickly flashed, but the sharp blade followed like a shadow, adjusting the direction as Ye Wuchou's position changed!

Breath locked!

But even though Ye Wuchou knew the depth of the attack released by the high priest, he was helpless. If he wanted to break the bond between the caster and the caster, he could only cut off the delicate and weak mental power. However, to break the high priest's mental power, it would be better to resist the wind blade directly, because the former is more than ten times more difficult than the latter!

"Be careful, sir!"

Fkro was full of anxiety and flew over. The power he burst out instantly directly knocked the white-robed priest facing him several feet away. The air around the tip of the Yulongcan silver spear that was exploring forward was stabbed into a conical airflow.

Ye Wuchou was panicked. He saw that this catastrophe was like a guillotine hanging on his neck, and there was a possibility that he would die at any time.

Death silence and darkness, Ye Wuchou got the feeling of falling into the abyss from this moment.

"Call!"

The violent tremor made Ye Wuqiu's scalp numb, his heart almost hanged into his throat, and the wind blade stopped straight in front of Ye Wuqiu's eyebrows.

The trembling Yulongcan silver spear passed through Ye Wuchou's ears, and the tip of the spear intersected with the wind blade.

Ye Wuqiu's soul was rising, and with the flow of cold sweat, Ye Wuqiu slowly turned his head and saw Fcrolo's face pale. Although his arms holding the gun handle were trembling at a very small amplitude, they were extremely frequent.

"How about it, Fcrolo. Are you okay?"

Ye Wuchou supported Fkro with concern. The knight fought the high priest's attack and pulled himself back from the King of Hell. While this moved him, he also truly felt the power brought by loyalty and selflessness.

He suddenly remembered the fatal wounds he blocked for Murong's silence. While he was working for his brothers, the warmth he harvested was also precious and unforgettable. He was sincere and pure, and he would always benefit from it in the end.

Ye Wuchou patted Fcrow's shoulder. Fcrow's blood surging and his body was weak, but his eyes were bright and bright like stars.

"Sir Paladin, go quickly." Fkroqiang said, enduring the pain in his body.

"Since fate has allowed us to meet in this vast sea of ​​people, and we have become troubled ministers who are helping each other, I think our relationship is not just a relationship between leaders and being led, but brothers are better than brothers. I have read very little since I was a child and have little knowledge of righteousness, but the parents of heaven and earth have not taught me the principle of abandoning brothers!" Ye Wuchou shouted loudly, and he held up the Paladin's sword, and the radiance of the flowing light instantly shone it like a god.

The feeling of lingering fear slowly disappeared. The light emitted by the Paladin's sword made his heart strangely quiet like a calming agent. Even his radiant bloodline and the banging heartbeat were as far away as a chicken crow from the depths of the world.

Ye Wuchou walked in the air with mysterious steps. Every step he took seemed simple but actually contained dazzling mystery. From the perspective of others, it was the mysterious shadows of clouds and mountains and fogs.

"Brothers, come with me!"

Simply speaking, it is like a declaration or a trumpet of charge, which stirs the nerves of the soldiers. The team of hundreds of people, and the impulse of worship turns into an indomitable charge. The collective belief and passionate blood build a strong cohesion to break the opponent.

The high priest stared at all this, and Ye Wuqiu, who rushed over, was vast and elegant in his attitude, looked down on all living beings in the world. The nobility and immersion that penetrated people's hearts and souls could simply satisfy all the impressions of God in people's hearts!

The blood in the square was filled with mist and mist in the air, and the blood was gurgling into flowing blood, making Meenri look extremely tragic. The Holy See army came in large numbers, but even so, Ye Wuqiu had no deserter. If it were the case before, it would be completely impossible, because greed for life and death is human nature, and there is no need to work hard for the Paladins who have just taken office without any foundation. They can come for Fcrolo. But now it is different. Ye Wuqiu's figure holding his sword and charging forward is like being carefully carved into his heart by a craftsman, giving him lofty glory and supreme meaning.

The bodies of the Holy See's knights were piled up, and the number of a hundred teams was sharply reduced. Even those who were still fighting tenaciously were covered with scars. While they gritted their teeth and insisted on fighting, Ye Wuchou's sword slashed down at a very fast speed!

"Oh!"

The Paladin's sword dragged the tail flame and waved out a fan-shaped light curtain.

The Paladin's sword was magnifying at a rapid speed in the high priest's pupil. Just as the Paladin's sword was about to land on his head, he woke up like a dream, stretched his arms forward, his fingers were claw-shaped, and the white light ball immediately condensed into the size of a human head.

"Take it—"

There is no earth-shaking momentum, only a tiny sound that the two can hear.

Immediately, the two of them intertwined, separated from each other, and each turned their backs to each other.

The civilians present looked at Ye Wuqiu and the high priest standing silently, and their inner shock reached an indescribable level. While they were shocked, behind their terrified pupils, there was an inference about the victory or defeat of the two.

But it didn't take long for everyone to get the answer. Ye Wuchou shook and collapsed to the ground, and blood slowly rippled out of the corners of his mouth. On the other hand, the high priest saw him lifting his hand in disbelief, and a drop of blood came out from the wound in his palm, leaving a faint trace, and then landed on the ground with a snap.

"This - how is it possible! Could it be that this is the power of the Paladin's sword? How could it be, how could it be... that it actually hurt me."

The high priest didn't blink for a moment, he murmured.

At this time, a gust of wind passed by, and a figure fell from the sky to Ye Wuchou's side.

The high priest seemed to feel a great threat, and he hurriedly prepared to look forward to nervously turning his gaze to the person who suddenly appeared.

The man slowly raised his head, and the light dispelled the shadow under his hood, revealing his elderly but energetic face.

"Ward!" The high priest saw the person clearly and his face immediately became gloomy.

That's right, this person is the administrator of the Meinre Library, the previous Mage Merlin, Old Ward.

"High Priest, you and I have never seen each other in some days. Although we live in the same city, our respective life trajectories have not been intersected. Now we are reunited because of the Paladin, the son of destiny. Do you think we should cry with joy?" Old Ward smiled lightly.

"Are you here to be enemies with me?" said the high priest.

"It's not a question of being an enemy of you. I just can't stand the great boys who were buried here without enjoying their youth."

"He is the Paladin! He is the leader of Meinry. I don't let him leave because of Meinry's sake."

"The reason for being high-sounding is similar to your style. Don't bother with the truth you have already said. I will send these people out of the city today, so you can do it yourself."

"You are confident that you can beat me? I admit that I was not your opponent, but time flies so long, and I am no longer the same as I was before. Come on, I once respected Master, let you see how your disciples defeated you with their own hands."

"High Priest, please do not mention the past. I do not admit that I have ever accepted a disciple like you."

The high priest was slightly stunned. He glanced at Ye Wuchou, and suddenly his body movements came with thousands of lights and images of Ward.

Ward remained calm and composed, as if he had not taken the high priest seriously at all. When the high priest's offensive was about to hit him, Ward suddenly stretched out his right hand, and a blue coat of arms flew towards Ward in Hojie's surprised gaze.

"My friend Huo, I will lend you the Merlin Emblem to return it as soon as you use it."

The magic fluctuations instantly expanded to the extreme, and before the spell was recited, Ward raised his hand and made a powerful ice cone technique.

The huge awl flew out with a terrifying destructive power, but the high priest was not a vegetarian. He wiped the void in front of him, and the mirror-like space style emerged from the sky. The ice cone hit it like ice falling into the boiling magma. It disappeared quietly before he could make any movement.
Chapter completed!