Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 650 The Crazy Bishop
Cyril only felt that the original face of the coral figure without any refinement seemed to be smiling at him, coaxing him to lean over, and his thoughts suddenly came to light——

The most important thing in this scene is not the deranged Templar Stanley Clemens, or the Pelagius Heris who was caught at some point and bound and let out blood.

It was the pipe that seemed to drain Pelaggios dry, and the corpse of Saint Claires Benjamin lying in front of Cyril!
Cyril didn't even think about it, he raised his long sword, swung a wind blade fiercely, and slashed towards the pipeline that transported blood.The cyan air blade swirled, but before it arrived, a dull sound came from behind——

"Humph!"

With a deep cold snort, the blue air blade exploded into mid-air; the swirling wind vainly tried to complete its mission, but before it touched the pipe, it disappeared invisible.

Although Cyril's long-distance attack with the sword missed, he was already chasing after him.But when he raised his eyes, he saw that the space around Pelagius Herris twisted, gradually showing circles of water patterns, and then a long golden stick protruded from it, and the space he swung The long sword swung aside!
And Stanley Clemens, who was standing at the end of the church a second ago, has walked out of the water lines at this moment, glaring at Cyril with an angry face:
"Those who break faith shall be punished by God!"

Cyril heard the sound of a huge wave surging above his head, the bishop flipped down the left hand holding "Sea Nerve", and the sound of the surging tide smashed towards Cyril's head.

But Cyril's nerves were tense, and the moment Stanley Clemens moved his hand, his whole body suddenly accelerated. He jumped sideways with one step, and then pulled Hemer's travel bag that he had just drawn out with the other hand. The clothes flicked into the air, and the whole person disappeared immediately——

"Where do you want to escape to?"

Stanley wasn't too surprised by Cyril's method of disappearing. He slapped his palm in the direction where Cyril disappeared, and the sound of the tide also roared.

The air in the entire church seemed to have turned into bubbles rising from the bottom of the sea, the space was turbulent, and the beams above the head could not bear the surge of magic power and screamed.

In such power, from the place where Cyril's figure disappeared all the way to the wall, the square and white stone bricks shattered and flew up with the sound of the tide, creating a five-meter-wide and ten-meter-long deep hole out of thin air. pit!

Kindred, who was hiding outside the church, was almost at a loss of breath—she could see clearly that the half-elf boy exhausted all his strength in that jump in order to avoid Stanley's spell coverage. There is no way to change your position again.

Even if it enters the invisible state, it is still a target whose position is completely locked.

But just when she saw such a wide long road turned into a deep pit and almost cried out, she caught a glimpse of Cyril's figure inexplicably appearing obliquely behind the bishop, and the long sword in her hand lit up. A condensed cyan color is already about to be struck with a sword!
The intertwining of shadow and reality has not yet faded from his body, revealing the fact that he broke out from the shadow world-Hemer's travel clothes sneaked into the shadow world, and landed in advance through a wind element, avoiding history. Danny Clemens' spell range, and then rushed to attack in another direction.

This supposedly flawless attack plan still showed its flaws. The weak fluctuations of magic power when it was hidden were not hidden at all for Stanley Clemens. It was as if he had eyes behind his back. Turning around, while the long sword in the young man's hand was still gathering momentum, the golden long staff had already been swung out, carrying a spreading golden light, intending to knock the young man to death on the spot.

Cyril hurriedly gave up his attack plan, raised his left hand high, and the "Adonis' Fortitude" that had been cut off half of the shield faced the bishop's stick, and the shield let out another burst of overwhelmed hissing Voice.

This huge force made Cyril push back seven or eight steps before he stabilized his figure. He held the long sword to relax, and when he looked up at Stanley Clemens, he saw that the other party's face was full of blood. Sick and smug smile.

"Those who break faith will be punished by God—"

The bishop's voice exploded in the damaged church like thunder, and Cyril felt that the magic power of the continuous explosion just now appeared beside him again. Obviously, the bishop wanted to continue the way just now and completely drive himself to death.

But he straightened up, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Then he flatly raised the long sword hanging in his hand and pointed at Stanley Clemens.

"God's punishment? You are just an arrogant person who usurped the will of the gods, so what qualifications do you have to give God's punishment?"

Stanley Clemens' horrified and angry expression appeared. He was about to cast a spell, but saw the corners of the young earl's mouth slightly raised at this moment, showing a triumphant smile:
"I won."

Stanley suddenly thought of something, and he turned his head immediately, only to see a tall, blue figure quietly appearing beside the stone pillar with Pelaggios tied to it.

The upper part of him is the whistling wind, while the lower part is the shadow extending from the ground, the knight composed of black and blue, the halberd in his hand has been chopped off, and when Stanley Clemens' pupils shrink into At the extreme moment, the blue pipe was cut into two pieces——

Blood sprayed from the pipe onto the ground and the red coffin, and soon stopped flowing.Pelagius Herris had already passed out, and it was not known whether he had been completely drained or had lost too much blood and passed out.

For a moment, only the sound of the remaining blood dripping from the nozzle on the ground echoed clearly in the church.

Then came Stanley Clemens' heavy breathing like a bellows:

"Breachers, blasphemers, unforgivable sin...you actually broke the ceremony..."

"No, no, it's not over yet, there's still time..."

His tall body trembled violently, and he couldn't even hold the golden stick and his beloved "Sea Nerve".

The pages of the book rattled, and he couldn't control his magic power. In just a moment, the Bible in his hand was torn into pieces by the magic power, and then the golden stick fell to the ground with a "dang".

He suddenly turned his back to the sky, his old waist was bent at nearly ninety degrees, and he grabbed his face with both hands vigorously. ahead——

His face was covered with blood and scratches, his eyes were red, his arms were hanging down in front of him, like a bloodthirsty beast, staring straight at Cyril.

"It's too late...it's still too late!"

He suddenly screamed wildly, and his figure suddenly turned into a phantom.Cyril was on guard, but he felt that the half-bent bishop had already appeared in front of him.

He raised his sword and shield subconsciously, but a huge force had already knocked on his two arms first, knocking away Adonis' judgment and tenacity, and then the bishop's arm was raised, his palm like iron tongs Generally, he strangled Cyril's neck tightly.

This force made Cyril unable to breathe for a moment. He kicked his legs forward vigorously, but the bishop twisted his body and swung his arms. The world turned upside down in front of him, and he was hit hard on the floor in the next second.

The stone chips splashed, and this huge force caused him to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were trembling.And Stanley immediately clamped his neck again, half-lifted him, and walked towards the stone pillar.

"He's useless... As long as you're drained now, drain you, there's still time!"

Cyril heard the roar from the bishop, and he tried hard to struggle, but he could only watch himself being dragged towards the stone pillar.

"Ennis!" He tried his best to control the flow of magic power, and the figure of the standing knight Ennis instantly appeared behind the bishop, but Stanley Clemens waved his hand back violently, sweeping his arm across The head of the wind knight directly smashed it into pieces.

The iron chains that bound Pelagius Helis were untied, and the future emperor of San Emma fell to the ground like a mass of dead flesh, and then he was pressed to the iron pillars, and the iron chains bound him to it , taking over Pelaggios' previous position.

He watched as Stanley Clemens fumbled on the ground, picking up the broken blue tube again.Then slowly turned around, those bloodshot eyes stared at his eyes again, with a morbid smile on his face, he raised the hand holding the mouth of the tube, and slowly touched his abdomen...

"Breacher, you will be the nourishment of a great recovery... This is a gift to you, Breacher—"

The bishop's voice trembled, and his other hand pressed upwards against Cyril's face, rubbing it back and forth.Cyril bit his lips tightly, but could only feel the cold tip of the tube touching the skin of his lower abdomen——

"People in the future will record this day. On May 1441, 5, the great sea god returned to his territory. I will tell believers that the blasphemer is the cornerstone of his recovery..."

Cyril's eyes widened. He saw that Kindred couldn't hold back any longer and was running towards the bishop's back; but the face covered in blood evoked a horrified smile, and the hand holding the tube was about to exert strength.

But at this moment, the entire underground palace suddenly shook violently, like a ship floating on the sea tilting in the wind and waves.

The body of Clauris Benjamin rolled to one side, rolling towards the side of the church; having lost the target of blood delivery, Stanley Clemens immediately stopped, and he looked up angrily, as if wanting to Seeing the scene above the head through the ceiling, and then murmured angrily:
"Why, why didn't you hold back—Wishlingen, how could you, damn it!"

He suddenly dropped the tube in his hand, took two steps back, took out a scroll from his arms, unfolded it and lifted it to the top of his head vigorously.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The roar of magic power replaced everything, and a bang from the scroll set off a frenzy of magic power. The remaining tables and chairs in the church were all broken, and the stone walls collapsed. The entire magic plain was being devastated by this burst of magic power.

Kindred flew upside down under the impact, and the walls beside her were shattered side by side, revealing the essence of nothingness behind it.The ceiling of the church was also lifted off, revealing the dark deep sea above, giving people a strong sense of suffocation.

In almost an instant, the entire scene of the magic plain was completely destroyed.

Only the coffin, the stone pillars, and the statue at the end of the church survived.

Cyril raised his head slightly, the scene above his head was moving rapidly, from the deep sea to the soil, and then he saw the towering mage tower.

The sea water submerged the top of Mount Scarborough. From the perspective of the top, Cyril could not find where the people of La Rochelle were, nor could he see the Sea God Guards who had gathered in the square before. It seemed that the entire top of the mountain was has been taken over by the sea.

And the only thing that can still stand in the sea - the Mage Tower of the Harbor Temple is also being destroyed. A group of taller giants is holding the body of the Mage Tower, as if it is a A tree in the way that wants to be uprooted.

Stanley Clemens stared directly at the giant made entirely of sea water, and let out a cold snort.He held up the scroll, and suddenly tore it apart forcefully——

"Ka-cha!"

Following his movements, a thunder that tore the sky in half fell from the midair, and slammed heavily on the giant mass.The movement of the giant mass stopped immediately, and the lightning spread across its body made entirely of water, gradually eroding away towards the inside.

"Vishlingen, Vishlingen!" Stanley yelled wildly, and he took out a scroll again. This time, as the scroll opened, what reverberated in the magic plain was a scorching magical power .

Then, the sky outside turned red.

Clouds of fire rolled and gathered over the sky above Ufo Island, each group was glowing hotly.

Then, something poked its head out from the cloud of fire.

Cyril suddenly recognized what the spell engraved on this magic scroll was. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Stanley in disbelief:

"Stanley! Are you fucking crazy! Doomsday, do you want to destroy the entire island!"

He was answered by the bishop's low, bestial hoarse voice:
"Crazy? No, I'm cleaning..."

"The blasphemer, the traces of trampling on my faith will all be washed away in this grand baptism..."

"I was right, I will bring a new life, I will bring an oracle, I will bring a new future!"

In that frenzied shouting.

Groups of dark shadows poked their heads out from the fire clouds.

Each of them is a huge meteorite, and it began to fall the moment it emerged from the cloud.

Carrying a huge magic power of the fire element, they dragged orange-red tail flames, and made a suffocating scream, and fell from the sky——

Their goal is the top of Mount Scarborough.

As well as the whole of Jufo Island and the sea where it is located.

It is rumored that this is the magic of hell, it judges everything, it destroys everything——

The first meteorite fell.

The seawater evaporated in an instant, and the broken stones were flying, each of which was a deadly explosive.

Then came the second piece, the third piece, they fell in the sea, they fell on the giant beast, they fell on the mountain, they fell everywhere.

This is a forbidden spell.

Doomsday.

(End of this chapter)