Zhang Xuansheng finally knew why the Pope could arrest him so quickly when facing Mebis' attack.

With this old man, he is just a magical and martial arts cultivator!

Moreover, looking at his golden fighting spirit, it is obviously different from the ordinary fighting spirit practitioners he has seen before. It may be said that it is a special technique to use holy objects to practice.

Mebis was also unresponsive to Pope Gregory's attack. Shouldn't we mages sing each other in harmony and fight against each other's ultimate moves?

Why did you come up with a sword? You don’t follow the rules!

Fortunately, she is not an ordinary mage. She has reached the peak of magic and faced the pope's attack, she opened the smallest defensive magic array at the contact point.

This precise control ability did not waste a slightest defensive effect, but it played the greatest defensive effect, which made the Pope look at it sideways.

Zhang Xuansheng was watching the two fight with relish. Those powerful airflows could always avoid him inexplicably during the hedging process. If there was a portion of popcorn at this time, it would be even better.

But before he could see a few breaths, he suddenly felt a dizzy turn, and came back to his senses and bumped into a dark ray released by Mebis...

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Outside the cube, the third to eighty-sixth souls were bombarding the formation frantically.

The Knight Lancelot is commanding the Paladins to prepare for large-scale joint attack fighting skills, while the magicians are catching up on time to restore their magic power.

Although the Pope told Joan of Arc to take charge of the overall situation, her responsibility was to maintain the Pope's sacred protection of the large defensive array that protected the Holy City.

After all, she had never been exposed to any military knowledge before traveling through time, especially this magical war. After becoming a saint, she had received some training, but had no war experience.

At present, the magicians are still arranged by Bishop Spencer, so she is not very good at interfering.

"Blast this point with me."

In the air, the third soul raised his hand to signal the others to stop attacking, and then bombarded the designated point with him, which was the weakness he found.

It has to be said that the magic array built by millions of mages is indeed powerful, and coupled with the Pope's great prophecy, it is very strong.

In addition to the seventh and eighth souls, the other four are also magicians in the 13th level, equivalent to four immortal kings. The attacks of the peak of the two true immortals cannot do anything to this formation.

At this time, the third soul discovered its weakness. Under the bombardment, the formation made a crackling sound, making people's mind tremble.

Joan of Arc quickly used the Great Prophecy to strengthen that part, and fine sweat stains appeared on his white forehead.

The Knight Lancelot had always longed for a century-old war, but when the war really came, he felt even more depressed.

He is a genius of fighting spirit cultivation that has been released every thousands of years in the Kingdom of God. His cultivation has reached the peak of the thirteenth level. If he is to fight alone, he feels that as long as he rushes forward, he can completely kill the strongest man on the other side.

But now because of the interchange of offense and defense, they must give priority to protecting the holy city, which is the place of faith in the Kingdom of God and cannot be lost.

But now it seems that if you blindly defend, you will always be passive, so the mages and His Highness will consume too much and you will not have the ability to fight in the future.

Others don’t know that as the pope’s confidant, he naturally knows many things. For example, the cube in the air is limited, after all, energy will not be generated out of thin air, and there will be no consumption when trapping people to resist shock waves.

Although the Pope's crown is very strong, and may even be one of the strongest popes in history, it is still a bit unrealistic to say that the Pope alone can defeat Mebis with Zhang Xuansheng.

So they must solve the mess outside before the delay under the Pope's crown is over, so that they can gather the strength of everyone and concentrate on attacking Mebis.

This is also the reason why he kept asking the Paladins to stand by. Mebis is the ancestor of the magic. No matter how powerful the combined attack of the mage legion is, he cannot expect to use magic to kill Mebis, because her understanding of magic is beyond the reach of anyone.

"Spinse, you are responsible for cooperating with the Saint to maintain the formation. Claude, you gloomy guy go up with me!"

Lancelot shouted, "You can no longer defend passively."

"They should all be hung on the stake and burned to death."

Claude, the director of the Heresy Trial Institute, walked out and looked at the souls in the air, with a bright smile.

When Joan of Arc saw this person, she frowned indefinitely. She had heard about this director. Although most of the arrested people were indeed guilty, the punishment method was extremely cruel, and it was not like the behavior that a clergy should have.

When he walked by her, she could smell the stench of the corpse on the other person's body.

Lancelot jumped on the spot and stepped on a big pit on the marble in the square. The fiery red fighting spirit pulled a long strip behind him, like a spear that was against the will of heaven.

"The source of the crimson red, the dark curtain, the dead hidden in the shadows, your servants offer you...the sacrifice of the blood of all spirits, and the guidance of my soul, to awaken your strength."

The third soul had just finished singing and was about to release a thirteenth-level black magic, bombarding it at the weak point of the magic circle, but temporarily turned the direction.

Because he sensed the powerful fighting energy, if the opponent approached him, he would never have any good ending.

A void door appeared, and it was covered with heavy purple-black shackles, as if locking something that could never come to the world. But now the chain trembled and cracked, and then a tentacle with the breath of death stretched out and pointed to Lancelot from bottom to top.

Lancelot did not dodge or avoid, and the fighting spirit on his body exploded in full swing.

"Holy Sword!"

He shouted, his whole body of fighting spirit merged into one, and when the red light returned to unite, he turned into a sacred sword of flame, pierced the tentacle straight and smashed it.

This phenomenon greatly boosted the morale of the Divine Kingdom Legion below, and the souls in the air were slightly rioted, especially the two souls with only twelve levels, which could not help but take two steps back.

The third soul was very calm. He knew that the other party seemed relaxed, but in fact, the fighting spirit consumed just now was definitely not small, and only one or two people rushed up, which was useless.

Lancelot is undoubtedly a talented person. When he was a child, he found that he not only had excellent fighting spirit talent, but also had magical talent.

But in the end he chose to practice Dou Qi because he felt that the magician had to recite spells for a long time after casting spells, which was too long-winded.

A real man should just raise his weapons and kill people, just do it!
Chapter completed!