Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2774 The City of Purgatory

"The Mozu?" Marcus was a glimpse. Of course, he never imagined that the stone-sacred Saint Aslan would have a relationship with the Mozu.

But this is not the point. The point is that the saints in the stone are now enemies with the church, and his Marcus is responsible for preventing the saints in the stone from moving forward.

"Gray feathers." He ordered the evil spirits of the side of the body to command the gryphon, and the gryphon once again spread its wings to raise the surrounding wind pressure. The strong air wall pressed evenly and steadily toward the other side of the corridor, forcing the opposite person to move forward.

"Call." However, the human wolf Bettiville sneered, showing a face like a beast. He screamed in the wind, and both palms hit at the same time!

As a Mozu, Bediville has a strange power far beyond the human imagination when it appears completely in the form of a human wolf, and if the strange force is applied properly, it can induce miracles. Accompanied by the attack of the wolf, the statue of the wolf, Fenlier, also jumped out and squatted on the giant palm of Bediville with two hind legs. One is pushing forward with all strength, and the other is pushing backwards with full force. The powerful impact of the manufacture is enough for the wolf magic to spur a distance of about seven yards. And Finlay suddenly launched all the jets behind him, and instantly shot dozens of blue flames to advance.

Although the Furrier Golem is designed as a magical image for the land war, it has the same propulsion as the iron ride, especially its explosive power and instantaneous propulsion ability. No iron horse in the world can compare with it. .

"What!?" Marcus couldn't help but be surprised to see the Fennel Golem facing the wind and the high speed. The wind-smashing attack of the evil spirits is almost impeccable. As long as the venue is narrow enough, no enemy can get close to his gray-haired lion. However, the magic image in front of him in this area has actually been close to this kind of thing against the wind pressure, which is simply too common sense!

"Gray Feathers!" Marcus then shouted in a tone, letting the gray-haired lions further increase the wind pressure.

The gray-haired lion, which had already been fully output, screamed, and its wings emitted higher light, relying on the vibration of the feathers to produce higher wind pressure. The wind whistling, the air wall formed by the pressure of dozens of hundreds of cattle evenly hit the wolf statue like Fenlier, forcibly blocking its charge!

"Well," Arthur sat on the statue of Finril, whispering. The surrounding air whizzed through the gap in the magical figure, and it was like a knife on Arthur's body. If he was not lying on the back of the wolf's magical figure in this concealed posture, it is estimated that it was swept away by the wind.

The Fenlier Golem still sprints with all the propulsion, but its forward speed has been extremely slow, almost the level of slow walking.

The wind was so fierce, and the surrounding scenery was torn by the crazy twisted air. With such a strong wind pressure, the deep cold is also gathering on the surface of Arthur's skin, and Arthur can feel that his body is freezing. But at the same time, the Fennel Golem also sent out a surprisingly high heat, because it was not designed to be able to sprint for a long time. It is a miracle that the sprint of the full ejector can last for tens of seconds. Going down will not only let Finlay's energy run out quickly, but will also cause those injectors to overheat and damage. The squally wind has naturally become an auxiliary condition for the cooling of the spray device, but they do not solve the fundamental problem.

Seeing the Fenlier Golem is only five yards away from the Gray Gryphon. As long as you sprint this last five yards, you can break through your opponent. But the distance of five yards is like several light years, far from incredible!

Still can't you? Even the full sprint of the Venir's Golem can't compete with such a strong wind pressure -

Since the normal means cannot reverse the situation, then only abnormal means can be used.

"Sorry." Arthur groaned, taking out the sheath of the king and slamming at the back of the statue of Fenlier.

The sheath of the king is one of the most powerful artifacts left by the ancients. It can extract the photons (magic power) from the parallel world and send them to the world. It can be a "magic furnace" that can supply magic infinitely. Prior to this, Arthur had verified that the magic provided by the king's sheath could be used on various equipment, and even used to strengthen the golem that it touched. It should be possible to use its almost endless magic for the wolf statue of Finrill.

Sure enough, with the injection of huge magic, the statue of Fenlier began to glow golden, and the flame that spurted behind it turned from pale blue to gold, and the propulsion was further strengthened. The Golem continued to advance with the wind, and sprinted three yards forward!

"Difficult, unbelievable!" Marcus exclaimed. He is keen to continue to increase wind pressure and prevent opponents from advancing. But this is already the biggest wind pressure that the gray gryphon can make. The gray gryphon injects too much magic into its feathers, and the feathers are constantly petrified and gradually annihilated. Ten seconds! It is impossible to continue to increase wind pressure at this critical point!

lb! The Fennel Golem took another step forward, but there were two jets behind it that suddenly overheated and exploded!

The propulsion is reduced, and the wind pressure pushes the golem back half a step!

Marcus sighed with relief: "Call, look like-"

"Not finished yet!!" King Arthur suddenly emerged from the back of the Golem, lifting a blazing angel of light swords!

A milky white light was launched from the shoulder of the Golem, up to five yards, just hit the right wing of the evil spirited gryphon! The powerful blow made it easy to wear the gryphon wings with only a thin layer of feathers!

"What?!" did not expect the opponent to be so desperate, Marcus was surprised. At the same time he was surprised, Arthur had jumped out of the shoulders of the statue of Finlay, jumping towards the hollow of the gray gryphon wings!

That's right. The evil spirits are the spirits that control the airflow. They rely on the feathers on their wings to release the air, and then control the exposed air to move them in a specific direction, creating a gust of wind. Because the resulting wind pressure is related to the air contact surface of the feather, it produces an extremely uniform wind pressure that eventually becomes an impeccable air wall that blocks all invaders in front of it.

But if the wings are broken down and the feathers are not exposed to the air, what will it look like?

The answer is naturally that there will be a "windless void", and there will be no corresponding wind pressure in the whole space nearby, which can make people pass! ——

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It is like a typhoon eye. No matter how fierce and fierce the surrounding winds are, the center of the typhoon is as calm as a windless day.

Marcus had also planned to pull out the weapon to stop Arthur from advancing, but it was too late. The Cavaliers passed the gap in the gap of the gray gryphon and took a few seconds to reach Marcus.

The Fenrill Golem was worse there. The other three jets behind it exploded at this time. The energy was almost at the bottom, and the propulsion was completely unable to compete with the wind pressure. It was naturally swept away by the wind and fell back.

"Come back!" Before it reached Biddeville, the wolf raised the Legion Ring and took the energy-depleted Golem into it.

"I hope you will do it." Arthur, who had arrived at Marcus, had a sword.

"Well, let's go." Marcus replied, even though Arthur pointed at the sword, he still showed no hostility.

Although he did not show hostility, he did not seem to be planning to let people outside Arthur pass. The wind-smashing attack of the gray-gray gryphon has not stopped, and the Bediville and others on the other side of the corridor have been blown back.

Marcus was just half jokingly releasing water, not going to pass the people who passed by him, but he didn't have him to let others pass. The result is only Arthur, and others are still to be blocked by the evil spirits of Marcus.

"If I attack you at this time?" Arthur asked faintly.

"Don't. Then I have to let the ash feathers blow you away. Anyway, you can't get close to me," Marcus replied.

Indeed, even if a broken hole is drawn from the wings, the evil spirits of the gryphon will still have the strength to continue to move. It is only a matter of time before the holes in its wings are repaired. If it shoots for Arthur, only a little wind pressure can blow Arthur, who is just flesh and blood, and there is no chance for the Cavaliers to connect with Marcus.

Playing in this kind of venue is too bad.

"Don't worry about us, you go first!" Biddyville shouted, seeming to give up the idea of ​​keeping up.

"Baby." The Cavaliers screamed, did not continue to entangle Marcus, turned and ran. In short, first suppress the power furnace of the boat below, as long as you can do this, everything else is easy to handle.

After Arthur ran away, Marcus smiled mysteriously.

"Everything works according to plan." He whispered, turning his head to look at the distance of twenty yards, Beddyville, who was helpless by the wind, and the young Asian teenagers with the ear: "You are Continue to spend some time here."

He put down the holy stone he was wearing and walked away quietly, leaving the evil spirits gray lions to continue guarding here.

Arthur, who rushed out, ran all the way to the powerhouse of the battleship. However, in the huge compartment in front of the power furnace, a big man with heavy armor is guarding.

"It’s finally coming. Will you have one left, Master Aslan." The big man opened his bun and snarled.

"Hanock?" Arthur couldn't help but be surprised to see the other's face.

"That's just the pseudonym I used to lurk in the mercenary ranks." Dahan sneered: "My real name is Isagu, the knight of the first branch of the Pope's Knights."

The Cavalier King frowned.

"Oh, yes, forgot to introduce my companion." There are several familiar figures behind the Knights of Isaac: "The so-called [New Moon Mercenary Corps] is actually the elite team of the first branch of the Pope's Cavaliers - [Sword of the New Moon]."

Scouting Bordeaux, astrologer Nantes, Ranger Milan, they, like Isagu (Hanover), lurked in the mercenary union with a forged identity, and tried to approach Arthur from the beginning. In the previous battles, they knew the skills and equipment of Arthur, so the four Pope knights were a hundred times more dangerous than others.

And Arthur still has to fight against these four people. A little bad.

"It turns out." In the heart of the Cavaliers, there was no fluctuation in the heart, and the sword of the blazing angel was drawn out: "I thought we could be friends. I didn't expect to come to life and death. So -"

He used a high-speed sprint that the human eye could not catch, and swept a sword at Isagu’s throat: "Dead!"

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