The White Envoy waved his short sword, and the surging wind crushed the incoming light arrow. Although he didn't answer a word, this gesture already showed how determined his attitude was. When the emissary decides to fight, the option of stalling for time is rarely used by him.
But the enemy is declared out after all. At least he has grown from a paladin to a cardinal, and he has suffered many defeats from his opponents. A little trial and error can tell the truth behind the smoke. The Bishop stretched out his hand, and a bright light penetrated the dark clouds and formed a circle around the axis of his body. He stepped towards the messenger, and the sound of ice breaking beneath his feet could be heard endlessly.
"Arrow of Dawn"
An aurora-like flashing rain falls from high in the sky, and when the pure and hot magic touches the rock, it will leave a smooth and deep gray-white round hole. The messenger immediately lowered his head, and dense layers of ice popped out from both sides of the pillar, forming a hemispherical arc above his head. The rain of arrows created sparks on the solid ice, and then slid helplessly to both sides.
The bishop took off the jewel from his chest and held it in his palm.
However, unexpectedly, no terrible counterattack storm came. The messenger kept kneeling on one knee and plunged the light red sword blade into the smooth marble surface. The winter wind became more violent, and the hoarfrost condensed rapidly, reaching the bishop's feet in an instant.
"Snowy Call"!
Crazy snow flakes and ice flakes played a hysterical symphony outside the halo. The cold magic power stirred in the air, and the palace suddenly became crystal clear. The halo was dimming rapidly every second. The bishop didn't even think about it. The "Fanatical" magic that was ready to go out in his palm took effect immediately, and a narrow shelter rose from the ground.
It was as incredible as seeing the other person suddenly converting to Surte. "I can't wait to learn your sword skills." The bishop keenly discovered the problem. "Looks like you're not in good condition."
The young man stood up again, waved his hand, and the knife-like snow flakes connected with each other to form a sword shape, which means the sword skill you want.
If Durandal was in hand, he might rush forward to attack the opponent's weakness. After becoming a cardinal, Daniel seemed to have replaced his lost courage with the ability to observe carefully and carefully. "It's the moon." He couldn't help but look at the altar. Deep frost marks gradually appeared on the pure silver platform.
The White Envoy is actually using his own mystery to suppress the Moon Sacrifice?
"You're crazy." Although the magic was not broken, the bishop still retreated subconsciously. "There is no way you can fight against the divinity of the Broken Moon! No matter how incomplete it is, it is still a mystery that we cannot touch. The fire in the Sky Realm cannot last until daytime, and the magic of the moon will break through your blockade sooner or later."
The Cardinal began to feel that his obstruction was in vain. The White Envoy's actions inhibited Broken Moon's further influence on Kamaria. He was seeking his own death.
More frost spread from the young man's feet, layer upon layer, raising his body to the point where he was looking at the cardinal's level. "I don't need to hold on until daylight," he replied.
"Do you expect that werewolf apprentice to escape from Lemons?"
"He has already done it," the messenger pointed out.
"But he can't escape Kamaria." The bishop had no intention of arguing with him. This was really funny. "When I handed the holy sword to Lemons, he was already the best paladin. Loyalty to the goddess will not limit his abilities. Under the light, all dark means and techniques are as fragile as thin Paper." When they meet again, the Holy Knights will show no mercy. He told the messenger, "Sooner or later, those children will return to their hometown. They are not lives protected by order."
"Aurora can transfer the mark to the werewolf, so I can transfer the mark to other places."
It is not a once and for all solution, it will only increase troubles. "You will plunge the werewolf clan back into the abyss of madness." This madness comes from the hope you give, the bishop thought.
Bai Zhizhi showed his attitude that it had nothing to do with him.
I should have known this guy had no plans to be a savior. The bishop couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that the messenger's belief in Gaia was just words. He did not have that kind of fraternity in his bones. His heart is in tune with the Fire, which gives him strength.
But I was shaken. Daniel felt the peridot in his palm go cold and hot. He lowered his head and saw the light flickering between his fingers. The betrayal of his colleagues is buried deep in his heart like a sharp thorn that cannot be pulled out. He hopes that the Parliament can return to the right path under the leadership of the representative, and the meaning of the existence of the Glorious Parliament is to pursue Lucia's will.
Realizing that the White Envoy's mystery is limited by Broken Moon, the temptation of low-level magic is no longer necessary. The bishop stirs up the magic and outlines a higher level of mystery. He heard the shattering sounds of the shelter gradually becoming overwhelmed, but light began to stop in front of him——
Driven by magic, the disembodied light reversed its direction. They are tangled and intertwined, and they are constantly pulling out more companions from high in the sky. A long, slender and beautiful sword, like a girl's jewelry, appeared from scratch. It is about six feet wide and nearly thirty feet long. It hangs high in the gray and black night like a ruling blade in the starry sky.
"Heavenly Sanction"!
An unspeakable depressive atmosphere continued to grow. The bishop let go of his hand, and the magic power belonging to the sky realm had turned into magic with the same degree of mystery. The crown ice curtain stacked up again, and the White Envoy undoubtedly felt an extraordinary threat from this magic. He waved the light red sword blade in front of him.
"Ice Crown"——
The collision of divine magic and magic gave birth to a thick mist of dust and light, like a star falling on the highest peak of Kamaria. The palace is shaking, jolting, and about to fall apart. But at this time, the white frost on the altar cracked. After the messenger encountered the bishop's magic, the sealed moon magic finally found a crack to vent its anger. The dark mist instantly drove away the ice crystals and sunlight dust, spurting out like a column of water under high pressure.
Ominous black, the bishop thought. He couldn't help but doubt the agent's words again, but at this point, he would rather believe that the goddess was guiding them to eliminate evil. Who says evil is the enemy of justice? The enemy of justice is evil!
With the infusion of sufficient magic power, Kamaria re-stabilized the palace castle. The scenery of Venice that can be seen on the horizon also becomes more distant.
A wall of ice blocked the mist, trying to push it back to the pillar of heaven on the altar. The bishop turned his magic into a sharp blade and cut the wall into pieces. "I didn't know that your magic was as good as that of a warrior, Chloe's weapon master." Some kind of secret desire arose in his heart, giving him a devilish temptation. "You will be punished," he blurted.
The flying wing-like swords of light gathered and danced, and gradually the smell of blood spread slowly in the low temperature. The bishop knew that the enemy was harmed. Now, he had the upper hand.
For a moment, the bishop was at a loss. He had prayed thousands of times for justice in everything in the world, but until he became a member of the Holy Inquisition, this wish became even more deeply buried.
But the ice curtain was still resisting tenaciously, and finally the out-of-control altar was covered in frost.
Daniel began to feel annoyed. Although he knew that the other party's purpose was not to compete with him, such blatant neglect still stung the former paladin captain's heart of glory. So he held the badge tightly, and a knight's sword made of light shone like gold, piercing the curtain of the storm and snow as the bishop rushed forward.
"Holy Commandment·Judgment of the White Night"!
The sword blades clashed, setting off waves of snow and gravel. The bishop slashed the young man's red sword with his sword. He saw that the fog around the messenger was instantly torn apart by the airflow, revealing his arms covered with scars and half of his armor covered in frost and snow.
The blood condensed in the flow, and the messenger's face became even paler. The ice sword in his hand did not break this time, and the blood containing magic gave it mystery.
"I have always dreamed of a day like this," the bishop said, "and I will give you justice and justice, Bai."
The messenger leaned against the lightsaber and took a step forward.
"Fir Forest"!
The ferocious and twisted ice spikes rise from the ground. The marble floor had already been scraped off a layer by the pressure of the sword, and now it was shattered and ground by low temperature and sharp thorns. The repair of the moon's magic power could no longer keep up with the damage. In an instant, the bishop seemed to have returned to the snow-capped mountains of Morris. The silver frost and snow on the soles of his feet were a cold trap that swallowed up life and soul.
I've experienced this magic firsthand, he thought. A magic that can be mastered at the ring level, it can't hurt me.
The bishop's confidence came from his own combat experience. He immediately turned the sword blade, and the cracked golden sword cut off the ice spikes, and then he swung towards the messenger again...
...However, the golden sword exploded into a shadow with a bang, and the halo also flickered and then dimmed suddenly.
Unbelievable mystery rushed around him fiercely, and the bishop felt that his surprise was turning into confusion. There is no fear, only confusion.
Everyone knows that the White Envoy is the most terrifying enemy of the Sky Realm, but no one told me that he can trample the rules so wantonly. Could it be that his magic power has no limit?
The magic spear that penetrated the body was so cold that the bishop felt the cold air pouring into his organs and limbs from the sharp pillar, and he uttered a prayer.
"Put your noose on your own head, you paladin who is frightened by the dead." The young man rarely spoke back in battle. The dense forest-like ice spikes collapsed in the cold wind, and the fragments were filled with dark red blood.
He kicked the bishop in the chest, causing him to slip on the ice. "Tell me about justice again, and I will send you to see the goddess."
The gurgling blood soaked his arm armor, and the messenger knelt down, but his movements seemed to be unscathed. He raised the blade back upright, and the ice crystals reflected the light in the Bishop's eyes. The cardinal raised his hand and threw the peridot, but the messenger turned his head to avoid it.
Pure light exploded on a pillar, and the vibration made the young man stagger slightly. He had reached his limit, and the bishop saw how weak the White Envoy was. But my state was worse than him. While he was in a state of ecstasy and haziness, he suddenly heard the goddess singing.
And a starlight bloomed behind the messenger's collar, and both of them were stunned. The young man wiped the blood on the ground expressionlessly, and a string of meteor-like runes lit up on the frost surface.
A slightly distorted voice came out:
"Is this Mr. White Envoy?...Hello? Hello?...This is the third communication area of Blumnot. The monitoring crystal has been repaired...Please respond after receiving it."
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