Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 654 Grab Time

"Ms. Sevilla."

Miss Elf's ethereal voice resounded amidst the chaotic sound of running water, hitting everyone's hearts like a booster.

She held a large book in her hand, and golden light rose from the pages of the book and poured into the unbroken magic barrier above her head, gradually stabilizing it.

Sevilla flew up from the side, nodded and said softly at this time: "I'm ready."

The goblin witch said, and slowly raised her hands, only to hear the sound of breaking ground from the soil below her, and then the thick and long plant roots spread rapidly in the soil, and the trees sprung up one after another. After a few breaths, a tree house was woven into it, and everyone was guarded in it.

"They want to rely on the incarnation of nature to isolate the invasion of Vishlingen?" Su Geer frowned. He knew that Miss Elf was whispering to Sevilla before, but he didn't expect them to study this matter.

"What about the feasibility?" Evans asked.

"It's hard to say... I don't think it's realistic." Sugel shook his head, "This is not much different from your terrain change, Evans. Ms. Sevilla's plants are not purely magical creations... Her abilities are similar Because of their rapid growth, these plants are the real thing."

"Wouldn't it still have no effect on the magical invasion of Vesselingen?"

Su Geer didn't answer, he looked at Miss Elf in the middle of the line, and said softly: "Here we come."

The next moment, everyone's sights were filled with golden light.

A succession of golden particles fell from midair, and they came from the tree house that sheltered everyone.The elf lady standing in the middle of all this whispered prayers, causing the buzzing sound of magic power to gradually ring out in everyone's ears.

This buzzing sound does not make people feel irritable. As time goes by every minute and every second, it is changing, changing into the sound of clear spring water, changing into the sound of wind passing by the treetops and leaves rubbing, changing into the sound of the bushes. The yoyo deer croaked from the jumping deer.

Those are the sounds of the forest.

Even just relying on these voices, a boundless and dense forest has been constructed in everyone's fantasy.Even the siblings of the Auditore family, who had never seen the big forest, showed calm and appropriate expressions.

They completely forgot that at this time they were in the tide of Weisslingen.

In the outside world at this time, the barrier of Jufo Island has been completely torn, and the monstrous sea water has been poured down, raging in the square.

The remaining Sea God Guards standing on the high ground watched helplessly as the sea water gradually approached, and from time to time, a huge mouth protruded from the sea water, dragging people into the sea water with one mouthful.

"Master Yurila, save us, save us!"

"Bishop, where is His Majesty the Bishop?"

As they panicked, a huge mass of sea water turned into the shape of a giant beast, entangled the mage tower that had caused countless troubles to it before.The inscriptions of Dao Dao Magic Circle were activated at the same time, trying to resist the invasion from Weisslingen, but they couldn't do even a little interference.

Under the huge breaking force, the tough mage tower made bursts of shattering sounds from inside.

But at this moment, the magic power suddenly expanded in the air, and a bright thunder light fell from the sky, and struck on the giant beast, causing it to let out a muffled low roar, and the body made entirely of water was instantly covered by thunder light.

"Bishop, it was His Majesty who made the move!"

The Sea God Guards became excited in an instant, and they all set their sights in the direction of St. Mill's Church—if it was their bishop, if it was the leader of the famous Harbor Temple, Stanley Clemens , his figure will definitely appear on the high tower of St. Mir's Church in time, waving his cane to contend against the monster.

But when they looked there, their excited expressions became dull.

Thick, black and red clouds surged over. They were located at a very high and far distance, and they came so vigorously that they enveloped the entire sea area in the blink of an eye.

The air is heating up rapidly, and the fire elements that should not be abundant in the ocean environment are rapidly gathering.

Then, from the clouds, a huge black rock poked its head out.

It fell from the sky, dragging a scorching red tail flame behind it.

Then came the second, third, and fourth—countless meteorites, covering the entire sea area of ​​Jufo Island.

"Forbidden curse, it is a forbidden curse, it is a forbidden curse without distinction!"

Finally someone realized what they were facing.

Messy cries occupied the remaining surviving area, the sea water was still eroding, the meteorite came to judge, and they were destined to die here.

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The sky is red and the world is scorching hot. When Cyril got out of the passage that Urella opened for himself, he found himself standing on the top of St. Mir's Church, a tall tower.

"How long will it be until the meteorite of the doomsday judgment falls?"

He couldn't figure out how long it had been since Stanley Clemens' tearing the scroll spell took effect and he was now back on the ground.

The curse-level spell Doomsday is a "guided spell", which has a very long waiting process to take effect, but the difference from other guided spells is that Doomsday will not be interrupted after the fire cloud is formed, it is only an attack The effect appears later.

From when the meteorite came out of the clouds to when the meteorite fell to the ground, this was the process of "guiding" the entire spell.

Cyril raised his head, and the boulder filled the sky was filled with a sense of oppression, and it was so hot that his back was covered with sweat in an instant; but the speed of its fall did not seem to be fast, and there was still a considerable distance from the ground.

This may be the kindness before the final judgment of the Doomsday Judgment, which is one of the best in terms of range and lethality in the Forbidden Curse class.

But this benevolent time will also be consumed by another disaster.

He cast his gaze directly in front of him, the mage tower was under the control of Vishlingen, and the giant beast was covered with lightning at the moment, but he still did not choose to let go of the mage tower.

Before the doomsday judgment comes, kill "Vishlingen", and then use the unconsumed power of Urella to shelter the La Rochelle people under the doomsday judgment——

This plan makes people's heart beat faster just thinking about it, and fighting against the monsters of the first era, even if there are ten versions in the game, Cyril can't imagine such a scene.

But at this moment, such a thing really happened to me.

He tightly held the long spear given by the Sea God [Schlaholden] in his hand, his body was in perfect condition at the moment, all the wounds were repaired, and his magic power was extremely abundant.With a slight adjustment, the Listening to the Wind technique immediately unfolded.

[Sea God's Call] made it easy for him to spread his listening to the wind in Haiyang's home field, and his perception instantly spread in front of Vishlingen - he still didn't have an intuitive concept of Vishlingen's power, This is the time for proper examination.

The body of Vishlingen is not completely evolved from magic power, seawater accounts for at least 90.00%.Every movement of it carries the heavy pressure from the sea water. To put it bluntly, even if it eats the aftermath of its attack, it will be smashed into pieces by it.

But a huge body like this must have a core - what's more, before Weislingen was unsealed, all the externalities swallowed by itself had been wiped out by Urella, and its core couldn't be too huge... …

If one imagines a battlefield in front of him, and Weisslingen's body is an army of ten thousand people, what Cyril has to do is to find the "general" among them and attack Huanglong directly.

He used the wind to probe repeatedly two or three times, but the seawater layer was too thick, and his wind couldn't penetrate it at all.

Can I just rush in and look for it physically?
Cyril gritted his teeth. He had no idea what Urella's power was, and he had no way of grasping how long it would last.

There is one and only one chance.

He was pondering in his heart, and was about to move forward, but Kindred's cold voice sounded behind him:
"Look, ahead."

He squinted at where Kindred pointed, and couldn't believe his eyes——

What she was referring to was the mage tower that was being bullied by Vishlingen. The entire mage tower was overwhelmed and seemed to be broken at any time.

However, just at this moment, there was a dark figure crawling upwards with bare hands between the outer wall of the mage tower and the interlaced sea water of Vishlingen!

Who is that?
A bad premonition emerged in Cyril's heart. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and quickly saw a faint purple-black shadow covering the man's body——

Alvin Saxon!
When did he come out of the Enchanted Plains?

He is climbing the mage tower, and is it the mage tower that is about to be destroyed by Vishringen?

Isn't he going to deliver meat to Weisslingen?

But the next moment, Cyril immediately denied this idea in his mind.

No, absolutely impossible.

Alvin Saxon, who was standing behind Stanley Clemens' conspiracy, stretched out a big hand early and took the whole situation into his hands.

He led the emergence of Vishlingen, and he also initiated the slave trade in Port New Orway. He did too many things that Cyril knew and didn't know, and every step must have his purpose.

He led the slave trade in order to find another part of the "Feather of Isis"; so why did he summon Vishlingen?
While he was thinking, Aiwen Saxon was still climbing up rapidly, getting closer and closer to the spire of the Mage Tower.Kindred next to him was staring at the back of Alvin Saxon, his pupils shrunk into a line, and the sound of "ho ho" kept coming out of his throat.

"Don't let him, keep getting closer!"

"Do you know anything?" Cyril asked, and did not get a reply from Kindred, but he had already squatted down and temporarily put [Schlaholden] aside.

Then he took out the alchemy weapon he had bought from the space bracelet.

【longbow】.

The silver crossbow rested on the string, and he held the longbow on his arm steadily. The blue wind quietly wrapped the whole crossbow, and the moment he pulled the class, a long blue stream was drawn in the air. Tail, roaring towards Alvin Saxon.

"Ugh-"

The sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the wind was like whimpering, piercing through the splashing water in the mid-air, tearing open a passage half a person wide in the mist rising from the high temperature environment.

Alvin Saxon was climbing with his head muffled. He was still stunned when he heard the voice, but he reacted in the next second. The purple-black magic power on his body was about to burst out, and his body was already trembling violently——

The arrow was precisely inserted into his lower back, like a heavy hammer, hitting his back with great force, making him almost unable to grasp the overall smooth surface of the mage tower, and almost fell directly .

But he gritted his teeth hard and didn't look back. The huge tail evolved from the purple-black magic power behind him danced back and forth like a shield, trying to block the next attack.

The young earl was still standing in the distance, and the second crossbow arrow was already on the string.

He calculated the trajectory of Alvin Saxon, and the cyan wind wound around the crossbow bolt again, and a force was quietly climbing up from the coral figure; this time the wind was like a spiral, superimposed into a long pointed arrow.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the arrow leaving the string was clearer than the last arrow. Ivan Saxon keenly caught the signal of the arrow leaving the string. He waved his tail to try to cover it. When he dodged, he turned his head and his pupils immediately shrank into a pole-

The cyan arrow had pierced through the tail formed by his thick magic power.There is a kind of power that his magic power can't resist on that cyan spiral, so his magic power can only act as a little hindrance!
"when!"

The arrow shot directly from his right shoulder, and the arrow hit the mage tower in front of him. It shattered after making a collision sound, and even left a dent on the outer wall of the mage tower.

"Uh ah ah!"

He screamed, his face was full of fierceness, he was severely injured twice but he didn't intend to give up at all, instead he dragged his injured body and crawled up faster, every time he climbed, there was a roar .

Cyril watched his movements expressionlessly, and the third arrow in his hand was already on the string.

The crossbow body of the longbow has already made squeaking sounds, and the excessively injected magic power has exceeded the limit that this weapon can bear.

Cyril didn't have any thought of saving at this time. The magic power from the coral figure was once again mixed with the cyan wind to wrap around it, not giving Alvin Saxon a chance to breathe, and he pulled the trigger for the third time!
"Snapped!"

The longbow shattered the moment the arrow left the string, splashing down on St. Mir's Church.But this time, the crossbow arrows directly turned into giant crossbows for the top of the city in mid-air, and slammed towards Alvin Saxon amidst the howling sound of tearing up the turbulent waves!
Alvin Saxon gritted his teeth tightly. He also knew that the arrows from behind would never let him go, but the Mage Tower was right in front of him, as long as he reached that place——

He suddenly jumped several meters upwards, every muscle roaring.However, the sound of the piercing wind followed closely, as if he had expected him to do so, and hit him where he was in the next second.

Alvin Saxon's body flew high, and fell together with the top of half of the mage tower that was blasted apart.

Fell into the dark blue of Vishlingen.

(End of this chapter)