The Bone King of the Beginning of the Comprehensive Manga

Jarallis has gone crazy, aiming at the position of the brain-dead king and rushing forward desperately...Of course, he (beci) is not really stupid, the troops he led have been closely following him, otherwise No matter how hard he tried alone, he couldn't kill him.

Vanner sat firmly in the rear and commanded. He felt that the performance of King Yingzhi was very strange. The guy who was dodging around the battlefield on horseback must be a fake. The real King Yingzhi must be hiding in the dark to observe the battlefield, ready to launch a deadly attack at any time hit.

Relying on Brainstorm Vanner to guard against non-existent enemies.

Although the battlefield was chaotic, there was an open space in front of the pope. It wasn't that he was special, but that Nangong Long walked in front of him. Sidwilut's soldiers subconsciously avoided the enemy that the shield hero was staring at out of respect.

They've already seen the mighty strength of the Shield Hero, so they won't add to the confusion.

The smiling pope stared at the front calmly. Even if the shield demon was approaching him, he didn't panic at all. He unhurriedly inserted the gorgeous long sword in his hand into the ground, and a huge magical power surged out instantly.

Starting from the long sword, the cracks on the ground continued to spread forward, and there was a red light flashing in the cracks, as if endless magma would erupt in the next second...

"Your big move was for nothing"

Nangong Long chuckled, raised his hand and a blast of freezing magic instantly froze the heated ground, and the flowing hot magma lost its vitality just now.

The confident smile on the pope's face froze. He had already used the replica of the legendary weapon, and even opened up the weapon directly. How could the mere shield demon block it so lightly? !

This is not what he expected!

"Quickly chant defensive magic..."

Fortunately, the pope hadn't forgotten what he was supposed to do, and immediately ordered to the believers behind him.

"Our God, the source of power, hereby commands..."

"Advanced Group Defense Magic [City Wall]"

A group of Sanyong Cultists chanted mantras devoutly, creating a fortress-like solid barrier made of countless rays of light in front of the Pope.

The defensive barrier in front of him gave the Pope great confidence, and he turned back into that kind and calm old man. By the way, he changed the shape of the long sword in his hand, turning it into an equally gorgeous long spear, which released light.

"Can you break through this iron wall defense? There is no need for a brave man. With this legendary weapon in hand, I am a god!"

If the replica wants to use it once, it will consume the mana of hundreds of people for a month. The pope can use it at will like now, thanks to the believers who inject magic into the replica day after day, or the pope himself Can't let go of a move.

All in all, it is a powerful, but extremely inconvenient weapon.

Even if the magic power is sufficient, the pope will need to accumulate energy for a while if he wants to use the next move.

The pope's ruthless words, apart from expanding his mentality, are more or less meant to delay time.

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"The enchantment made by a group of waste is also waste, what are you expecting?"

Nangong Long raised his shield and ran towards the confident Pope. Even though there was a barrier like the Fortress of Light in front of him, he did not slow down at all.

"Hahaha... Shield Demon, are you stupid..."

The pope's mocking words stopped abruptly, and he stared dumbfounded at the broken defensive barrier.

The iron-walled barrier was- was smashed like this? !

"You are just a frog in a well, and you want to fight for world hegemony with such an inconvenient weapon? It's too whimsical."

Nangong Long snatched the gorgeous spear from the pope's hand, and then kicked down the disbelieving pope.

"Let go of the Pope, you devil!"

"My lord, stand up and kill the devil!"

"This is not true, how could the Pope lose!"

As soon as the pope fell, the believers immediately panicked.

"I'm bored"

Nangong Long glanced impatiently at the believers who started chanting mantras again, then swung his spear horizontally, a burst of dazzling light erupted instantly, and the fan-shaped shock wave immediately swept forward and swept across a large group of believers, and the surroundings suddenly became quieter.

"The weapon is powerful, but the person manipulating it is too useless, so how much power can it display?"

Nangong Long looked down at the fallen Pope and said with a smile.

The pope himself has no strength, and he relies entirely on replica weapons to pretend.

"Impossible, impossible... The Shield Demon cannot be so strong... I should be invincible with the legendary weapon..."

The pope, who refused to face the brutal blow, began to escape from reality.

"Stupid? Go to hell with your ambition."

Nangong Long pierced the pope's chest with a spear, and then activated his skills, and a fiery flame burst out of the spear and swept across the pope's body, burning him clean.

The believers who saw this scene yelled like crazy, refusing to believe the fact that the Pope died, and some believers knelt down and prayed, hoping that the Pope would show up immediately to deal with the shield demon.

They didn't believe that the pope, who was like a god, died just like that. Everything in front of them must be an illusion. The pope would definitely appear immediately and lead them to victory!

Nangong Long didn't care at all where their spirits escaped, and sent these fanatics to hell without discrimination.

The replica of the legendary weapon is not difficult to operate. Unlike the Pope, Nangong Long does not rely entirely on the magic power stored in the replica to activate various skills. He can control the replica with his own strength.

To put it simply, Nangonglong can use the replica flexibly, and the pope can only use the power of the weapon according to fixed steps.

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"You fucking fake can run so well!!!"

Jalalis, who finally managed to reach the brain-dead king, cursed unhappily. He had almost caught up with him several times, but in the blink of an eye, the other party ran away again.

If it was real, he wouldn't be so angry. After all, it is normal that the real wise king is difficult to catch, but the one in front of him is obviously a fake, and he can still escape like this, which makes him very unhappy.

Jarallis, like Vanner, firmly believed that the king who appeared on the battlefield was faked by someone else, not King Yingzhi himself at all.

The real Yingzhi Xianwang must be hiding in the dark and calculating something, maybe this battle where Melomag is at a disadvantage is also part of Yingzhi Xianwang's plan.

For a greater victory, some sacrifices are made first, and this kind of plan also exists.

"Come quickly! Protect this king!!!"

King Otoklei shouted to the surrounding soldiers in a panic.

Seeing his embarrassing performance, Jalalis was even more convinced of his guess that what was in front of him was a fake.

The real wise and wise king is the brave man of the staff, one of the users of the seven-star weapon. In such a dangerous situation, it is time to take out the staff to fight against the enemy. There is no reason to keep it hidden.

If it's a counterfeiter, then everything is reasonable, what's the use without him?

Jalalis seized the opportunity and threw all the hidden weapons on his body towards Otto Kelei, and each hidden weapon was coated with poison.

Wude?nonexistent!

As long as he can win, Jarallis doesn't care about the means at all. Even in the competition between the two, he will use the poisoned concealed weapon, let alone on the battlefield now.

Facing the hidden weapon flying towards him, Otto Crei hastily recited a spell, but his years of depraved life had already made him lose the ability to respond to crises in a timely manner.

The mantra was read, but not finished.Obviously Jalalis' hidden weapon is faster.

Although many of them were blocked by Otto Cree's armor, there were still a few hidden weapons that hit his arms and thighs. On the surface, they were not fatal injuries, but don't forget that there was poison on the hidden weapons.

"Victory is at hand! Soldiers, charge with me!"

Jalalis roared, and the next second he jumped up from his horse and rushed towards the wobbly Otto Klei, knocking Otto Klei off his horse and falling to the ground.

In order to avoid accidents, Jalalis didn't care too much. Who knows if fakes can be detoxified.

His personal guards had already lost a lot, and if he dragged on, let alone killing fakes, he would have to put a question mark on whether he could retreat safely.

The surrounding human soldiers were all blocked by the personal guards, and Jalalis stood up and looked down at Otto Cree with a sarcastic smile:

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"If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself. It's not good to be anything, you have to be a substitute."

Even if the one in front of them is a fake, as long as they die, it will affect the morale of the Meromag army. After all, it is impossible for ordinary soldiers to know that the king is fake.

"This king is the king of Meromag..."

Autocre stared at Jarallis with hatred in his eyes, and yelled viciously, but soon lost his strength, and his voice became smaller and smaller, and the poison broke out.

"Acting too much, you really think you are a king?"

Jalalis pulled out the long sword at his waist, and cut off Otto Cree's head without hesitation. He was not interested in listening to the other party's curses or harsh words.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy again, what happened in front of him stunned him.

What's the matter? ! !Just kidding!

A gleaming staff appeared out of thin air above Otto Cree's body, and before Jarallis could make any reaction, the ball of light flew towards the sky at high speed, and finally disappeared from sight.

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The seven-star weapon of the staff!

This piece of trash turned out to be the fucking real thing! ! ?

Jalalis looked down at the corpse on the ground with an expression of disbelief, isn't that unreasonable?

How could King Yingzhi be acting so rubbish?Facing the crisis of life and death, why not use the brave weapon? !

The moment Otokley degenerated from the wise king to the brain-dead king, the seven-star weapon of the staff could not be used, but the staff did not leave the brain-dead king, but turned into an ornament and was carried by the brain-dead king .

It can be said that the brain-dead king lost the power of the brave, but he did not lose the identity of the brave.

Staff has always had hope for Otto Cree, hoping that one day he can regain his strength and become that wise and virtuous king.It's a pity that Otto Cree failed to live up to expectations and failed to meet the staff's expectations.

Now there is no need to wait for the staff, Otto Cree has already hung up, and he can only look for the next user.

Of course, Jalalis didn't know all this, so his mind is in a mess now, and he can't think of answers to a lot of questions, but this state didn't last long, after all, this was on the battlefield, so he didn't have time to think slowly In time, he immediately suppressed the doubts in his heart, and immediately began to direct the guards to retreat.

The goal has been achieved, there is no need to work hard.

Putting aside the doubts, Jalalis fell into ecstasy. He thought the other party was a fake, but he never expected it to be the real one.

It was originally a credit for fraud, but now it has directly become the real thing, and now even Vanner and that old guy can't question it.

When the staff flew away, many people saw it. This is a fact that no one can hide.

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The three braves were defeated, the pope was cold, and the king died. The continuous blows caused the morale of the Meromag army to fall to the bottom, and the command system suddenly collapsed.

Even if there are still rational officers trying to command the army that has turned into a mess, the panicked soldiers have long been unable to hear any of their voices, and only care about fleeing.