Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 651 Recovery
The skies above Ufo Island are already full of tumbling red clouds, and the scorching tail flames left in the air by the falling boulders.

Even if he wasn't in that space, Cyril seemed to be able to feel the scorching air on the island and smell the smoky smell brought by the irritable fire element.

The power of the forbidden spell "Doomsday Judgment" is revealed before it erupts.Cyril doesn't care if it's just for the huge and geometrically huge Vesselingen, but it will take the entire Jufo Island together with its surrounding sea area, including the boats on the pier, the small town on the island, and the mountain top. Square, St. Mill's Church—

There are also Mia, Misha, Evans, Su Geer, etc., all of whom are within the envelope of this forbidden spell!
Cyril was tied to the stone pillar. At this moment, Stanley Clemens started laughing crazily again, struggling with all his strength.

The wind blade cut back and forth on the iron chain, cutting it as he expected.Cyril glanced at Stanley Clemens, seeing that he hadn't grasped his intention to continue the blood transfusion yet, he quickly broke off from the stone pillar, then flipped his hands, and was about to put on the "Hemer's Journey" Clothes", forcefully escaped.

But Stanley Clemens' eyes fell on Cyril at this moment. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward as fast as lightning, and a gust of air blasted towards Cyril. Before he could put on the cloak, He was pushed by this palm and rolled towards the direction where the corpse of the saint just rolled.

Cyril hit the ground hard, and he wanted to get up and dodge immediately, but the magic power of Stanley just now was like soft water, and it was quietly integrated into his body at this moment.

He could feel a magical power that didn't belong to him flowing in his body, and it occupied his limbs in just one breath, and then they all exerted force, "pressing" him to the ground forcibly, unable to move!

Cyril's face twitched, and he mobilized the magic power in the wind element pool, trying to cut and disintegrate the magic power of these bishops; however, its majesty and toughness far exceeded Cyril's imagination, and his wind element hit it without even a trace. Leave.

The gap between professional level and extraordinary level is also reflected in the "quality of magic power"!
And Stanley Clemens dragged his feet, staggered, and when Cyril was struggling hard, he had already slowly walked behind him.

"Breacher, why do you want to run away? Are you unwilling to bear this glory?"

"This can't be done, this can't be done..."

His red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and he kept murmuring behind Cyril:
"You have to be happy, let the great He feel the sincerity from mortals... Yes, you have to take the initiative, you have to take the initiative—"

While the bishop murmured, the magic that oppressed Cyril began to move, controlling Cyril's body, forcing him to stand up slowly.

Like a marionette, the young earl was rigidly controlled by Stanley's magic.He watched his body walk up to the body of the saint who fell on the ground, then bent down to hug her with both hands, and then staggered towards the mahogany coffin that was still placed in front of the stone pillar.

Cyril's whole body was tense, and he couldn't do anything in this state, he could only watch himself getting closer - he could already imagine what would happen later, and he would tie himself to the stone pillar again with his own hands, Inserted a tube into his chest with his own hands, and injected blood into the corpse of Clauris Benjamin.

Urella, are all your followers perverted like this?

He cursed furiously in his heart, wishing to scold Urella and all the believers in the several civilizations she belonged to together; but just when he was about to perform the long-sealed curse skill, he felt hugged in his arms. The body that was lying on it suddenly became warmer.

Cyril, who had been condensing his magic power and trying to break through Stanley's magic power blockade, immediately noticed the abnormality at this moment, he confirmed it again, and immediately confirmed that this was not his own illusion——

Cloris Benjamin's body really began to gradually regain the temperature of a living person, and gradually became softer!

Cyril frowned——In such a situation, Clauris Benjamin had been dead for a full year, and it was naturally not her own soul that "lived" back. The only one who woke up at this moment was Stanley C. The "Sea God" that Reimens expects to be resurrected!
Urella!
But he didn't clearly ask Ennis, the knight of the wind brigade, to cut off the blood pipe that Pelagius Heris gave to the corpse, and the performance of the bishop also confirmed that the ceremony just now should have failed.

But why, Yurila still woke up?

Cyril wanted to turn his head to observe the bishop's performance, but his neck was equally stiff and under control.He could only watch the body being held by him gradually gain heat and softness, his chest gradually began to rise and fall, and his face began to turn rosy——

damn it!
Urella's recovery is a foregone conclusion, so what about Urella's recovery?

Stanley Clemens' goal has been achieved, and he and Kindred who stayed in the underground palace, as well as His Highness the Prince of St. Emma, ​​who is dead or dead, will be killed by Stanley Clemens. silence.

And when the curse-level spells have been cast... When the Doomsday Judgment turns everything it can judge into ashes, Urella will shine on the stage, under the guard of the only devout believer, Stanley Clemens Next, become the new savior of Xinaowei Port...

As for those who have died, or will die on Uffer Island?It doesn't matter at all to this completely crazy bishop, they all died in vain!
Is this going to be a stepping stone to Stanley Clemens' success?Do you want to watch your entire group be wiped out like this?
Cyril's mind was spinning rapidly. He saw that the mahogany coffin was close in front of him, and there was only less than three meters of time left to hide Urella's recovery from under the eyes of Stanley Clemens...

correct!

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: Who said that after Urella recovered, she must be on the side of Stanley Clemens?Is there anything that determines who Urella listens to?
Is it the credentials to revive it?Or... What was Stanley holding in his hand when he presided over the recovery ceremony?
Golden broken sticks and sea nerves—

The image of those two things immediately appeared in Cyril's mind, he glanced to one side, and found them in front of the stone pillar - just now when Stanley Clemens went crazy, he threw these two things in the ground, never picked up again.

The problem now is how to untie Stanley's restraint on him.

His eyes fell again on the body of Cloris Benjamin.Now its warm touch is almost the same as when I hugged Miss Mage, except that I haven't opened my eyes yet, it has completely "lived" over.

However, this time, Cyril's gaze stayed on her swollen chest——

A necklace of pearls hung on her chest, between the long blue and white interlaced dress.

Cyril couldn't remember whether this necklace appeared there before, but when he saw this necklace at this moment, he was sure that this necklace definitely changed——

Because the small figure of coral is hanging in the center of the necklace at this moment!

The face that had never been sculpted before seemed to be able to see at this moment that there was a face on it, and the corners of the mouth were curled up, showing a relaxed and calming smile to himself.

And under the gaze of this smile, the moment Cyril was about to let Clauris Benjamin go, he felt the loosening of the magic restraint from his limbs.

With a calm face, he calmly placed Clauris Benjamin on the red coffin, and his magic power had penetrated into Stanley's magic imprisonment.

The original solid confinement is now full of holes, but the structure is still extremely complete, and each circuit is firmly connected, so that the caster himself will not realize that his spell is about to be dismembered.

Cyril was amazed in his heart, and let his legs walk in the direction of the stone pillar - just like the script he expected, Stanley would let him bend down to pick up the pipe, and then tie himself to the stone pillar...

And the moment he bent down to pick up the pipe was the moment for him to make a move!

The magic power of the wind element roared up, and the four magic powers of Stanley, who imprisoned his limbs, were all shattered.Without giving Stanley a chance to be surprised, Cyril swept across the ground like lightning, firmly grasped the golden broken stick and the sea nerve in his hand, and rolled out to the side.

"The Blasphemer!"

It was only at this time that Stanley realized what was happening in front of him. He let out a manic roar again, and raised his hand again, as if he wanted to grab Cyril back from the air.

But the moment he shot, a barrier suddenly lit up from the mahogany coffin, intercepting his magic power out of thin air.

The moment Cyril stood up again, he happened to see the body of Saint Claires Benjamin sitting up slowly on the mahogany coffin.

Stanley Clemens froze.

He stared stiffly at the sitting body, hesitating for nearly ten seconds, and then trembling his limbs, he staggered towards the mahogany coffin.He walked faster and faster, but knelt down in front of the mahogany coffin, and then cried out loudly like a crying baby with a "wow"——

"You, the great you, I feel, feel the grace from you, ah, ah~"

The crying stopped and turned into violent gasps. The bishop who was kneeling on the ground staggered to his feet again, opened his arms, and staggered towards Clauris Benjamin to embrace him.

But Clauris Benjamin's head slowly turned to him, and then showed a look of disgust, and then the whole person, like the mahogany coffin under him, moved back three meters out of thin air.

Stanley suddenly lost his hold, and his body stopped again.

The drooping head turned slowly like an unoiled machine gun, and the red eyes stared fixedly at Clauris Benjamin, and then murmured:
"why why?"

"You, you, don't you want to bless me?"

"You don't want to bless me, you avoid me, you hate me, is it because of my current appearance?"

He suddenly became flustered, tried his best to straighten his waist, put on the messy clothes again, gathered up the loose hair, and tried his best to restore the original solemn appearance.He wiped the blood on his head vigorously again, but forgot that he could summon a ball of water to wash it off at will.

He quickly completed all these actions, although he was still in a mess, but he looked a little more well-dressed before.Then he bowed forward, his voice was trembling, but he said devoutly:

"My lord, Urella, please grant me your grace..."

But the front of him did not give him any response.

He froze again, opened his mouth slightly in a daze, and looked at Clauris Benjamin, full of disbelief.

"You... rejected me again?"

"why why?"

"I am obviously your most sincere believer. No one, no one is more devout than me. There is no such person in the whole world."

"It's me, it's me who worked so hard, in order to let the great you come here, I already have nothing—"

"But why, you don't even want to face me once?"

The trembling voice panted sharply, but then his gaze passed over Cloris Benjamin, and landed directly on Cyril behind him.

"It's you...it's you, it's you who want to steal my achievements, it's you, blasphemer!"

He looked at the young count who was holding the "important thing" that belonged to him, his eyes suddenly lit up fiercely, then howled and jumped up high, leaping straight towards Cyril.

But he was still in mid-air, and was about to cross the line where the mahogany coffin was, when the barrier that blocked his spell reappeared.He hit his head firmly, howled and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Why, why is this happening—blasphemer, you die, you must, now, die in front of me!"

He scratched the broken stone bricks with his fingernails and got up again, and took out a scroll from his arms again. Violent fluctuations of magic power came from afar, and Cyril seemed to be able to hear a burst of thunder from above his head, and the next second he It was about to be torn apart by that terrifying spell.

But Cloris Benjamin, who was standing in front of him, finally stood up at this moment, stretched out his hand flatly, and just waved it lightly.

The fluctuation of magic power was extinguished.

The magic power scroll that had been shining rapidly went dark in an instant, allowing Stanley Clemens to tear it apart without giving any magical feedback.

"You...you chose to protect...he..."

He seemed to have finally recognized this reality, his knees softened, and he knelt down again.

"Why, why..."

Cloris Benjamin took a step forward, walked in front of him, bent slightly, and used one hand to brush away the messy long hair in front of him, revealing the bloody, old face.

Then, her holy voice echoed in this broken magical plain:

"Because, you are wrong."

In her voice, Stanley Clemens' pupils shrank to an extreme.

Then he collapsed limply like a deflated balloon.

fingertips, and tried to touch the toe of the god in front of him.

(End of this chapter)