Quadruple split.

Chapter 819 It's Dark (II)

Can the Northeast Diocese win this battle?

To be honest, Tom Lestrange didn't care at all, not to mention that he had broken up with the Whispering Sect now, even if he hadn't "peacefully broke up" with the evil god before, he wouldn't care about such a thing.

A small part of the reason why I came to this crumbling raving city was to sell my father's face, and a large part of the reason was that I felt that I had been a cult member for a long time. I've never been here before, and I always feel a little bit disadvantaged.

As for promising Lucius to protect that Archbishop Eden, and depending on the situation to kill Sumir Fang's backbone, it was just a matter of passing.

Of course, even if it is by the way, I can still agree to it.

Tom wasn't one to keep promises, even to his own father.

Lucius was still willing to entrust the matter to him, not because of the trust between father and son, but because he knew Tom well enough, and knew how proud the latter was.
Tom didn't know that this pride was enough to make him a promise-keeper before he was really sensible.

Lucius knows it, but he won't point it out, because many things cannot be explained through words, and may even be counterproductive.

This expression of paternal love is really strange, even a little pale, but it is already the best Lucius can do.

As his father had expected, Tom made some simple arrangements on the latter at the moment Eden led them out of Whispering City, at least in a short period of time to keep his life safe.

Immediately afterwards, this young man who could barely be regarded as the most powerful fighter on the side of the "Whispering Sect" disappeared, and quietly came to the eye-catching stone platform without even looking at the battlefield where the killing noise was shaking. In the sky, he looked at the three people above with great interest.

An orc elder, not bad in strength, should be Sumir's commander in this battle.

A young man dressed as a priest, if nothing else, he should be a member of the Holy Church.

A young woman, dressed as a knight, should be a paladin under the command of the Holy Church.

This was the first impression the three had given Tom not long ago.

And in many cases, first impressions are misplaced.

So when Tom appeared here for the second time, ready to wait and see the situation for a while before deciding whether to take action, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something wrong.
For example, the young pastor who was originally regarded as a follower by himself stood between several totem poles with his hands up and down, lashing out at Fang Qiu.

For example, the old orc who looked like a leader was looking at the priest with a smile on his face, his brows were full of relief, and even mixed with a little luck.

For example, the golden light on the beautiful half-dragon female knight only covered the priest from the beginning to the end.

Although Tom didn't know the world very well, let alone how to fight with soldiers, he was never an idiot, and if he wasn't an idiot, he could see who the real talker was on the square stone platform below.

It was not the old orc who was already half in the soil, but the young priest in the priest's robe with a calm and indifferent expression who led those orcs to be invincible and oppressed the high-end force in the Northeast Parish to the point of being breathless!
Upon discovering this, Tom laughed playfully, like a child about to start a prank.

Originally, what Tom promised Lucius was only to protect Archbishop Eden. As for whether to kill the commander on Sumir's side, it depends on the situation and mood.

The situation doesn't seem to be very good, because even Tom can see that even if the large army led by Lucius can arrive here unimpeded, the current Whispering City may not be able to last until then, so for these unsettled It's unsightly for an aggressive guy to kill someone.

Mood, that's all. After all, Tom Lestrange is not a bloodthirsty person. Although he killed more people than most bloodthirsty people, it was only out of disregard for life. , not how much he likes killing people.

Just like you trampled an ant to death while walking on the road, but it doesn't mean you have a soft spot for killing ants.

To sum up, Tom didn't actually have much motivation to make a move before.

But now, it's different
Looking down at the calm and gentle pastor on the stone platform, Tom suddenly had the feeling of encountering the same kind.

Even if he couldn't even block any of his own spells, he was still his own kind.

It is a strong man, a strong man who is strong enough to make others tremble in a certain field.

Yes. A strong man worthy of killing himself.

However, Tom did not act immediately, but quietly entrenched near the target like a patient poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity.

Even though he knew very well that even if he directly lifted the invisibility now and acted openly in front of that not weak old orc, he was [-]% sure to kill that same kind, but he still maintained full patience.

It's Tom Lestrange's respect, respect for one's kind.

at last
The old orc left, and went to the front line together with the three old men who were strong outsiders, and surrounded Archbishop Eden, and beside his target, there was only a high-ranking paladin who could not be called a threat at all.

【three minutes】

Tom whispered something in his heart, that was the estimated time when Archbishop Eden was killed by the four orc elders when he was indifferent.

In other words, he had to kill the target within three minutes in order to calmly save that respected archbishop.

This is really
"More than enough."

Gently clenching the wand in his hand, Tom waved his right hand with a grinning grin: "Boom."

The scarlet light shot straight out, aiming at Mo Tan's eyebrows.

Blood, like rain.

Under the feet of the female knight, they converged into small streams of bright red.

"run."

Yizuo Jielette, who stood up with the last bit of strength, didn't look back, but said lightly: "Run."

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her soft voice was the same as usual. Even though her body had almost lost consciousness, and even though everything in front of her eyes had become muddy and blurred, the female knight still laughed.

This is not a forced smile.
After all, she still set foot on this battlefield, even though the opponent in front of her was somewhat unusual.

After all, she still protected her senior and fulfilled the promise she had always emphasized.

At this moment, Yizuo Jielette calmed down unprecedentedly. She didn't feel fear, even though the thin figure descended from the sky exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, she didn't feel any pain, even though her body was already in that situation just now. In a flash of light, he was completely riddled with holes, and his vitality was shattered.

But for some reason, she just had an inexplicable confidence, feeling that with such a disabled body, she could buy some more time for her senior.
At least, it can block another flash of the same flash as before.

time is limited.
Vision becomes more and more blurred
I heard that the senior once promised a seriously injured sister knight of the Sun Sect that when the latter recovers, she will be the guardian knight of the senior.

In this case, can I, the guard knight who was forcibly pushed to the senior by His Royal Highness Xia Lian, be recognized as a guard knight after my soul returned to the embrace of the goddess?
Although there is only one position, if it is one death and one life, it shouldn't matter, right?

Well, it doesn't matter, it definitely doesn't matter, whether it's senior or His Royal Highness Xia Lian, they definitely won't mind, right? His Highness Wang Yu won't mind either, right?
Then, tell senior now, hurry up, tell him when you still have the strength to speak, I admire you, even if you say you are from another world, even if you are far more ordinary than what the story says, even if As a senior, you have not taught me anything useful. I also admire you very much, admire you, look forward to you, and want to become a pawn on the sand table in front of you and charge into battle. Therefore, senior
"Run, you idiot!"

The trickle under his feet turned into a pool of bright red blood at some point.

Ahhh, the words 'Trust your knight' were still not uttered after all, and instead came out terrible and crazy words.

It's all your fault, why don't you leave!

When chatting with Mr. Huo Yanyang, didn't you personally say that those who say "you go" and I say "I won't go" in a critical situation are idiots?

You idiot!

"Are you an idiot?"

Tom Lestrange raised his eyebrows lazily, looked at the crumbling female knight in front of him, and then at the "similar" behind her with bloodshot eyes, shook his hand a little unhappily. Wand, opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think of anything.

That's it.

If you don't think about it, then don't say it.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief, raised his wand again, without any nonsense, without any signs, and swung it down again: "Shen Feng."

The dazzling silver light bloomed and turned into a graceful arc around Mo Tan, pointing directly at his neck.

At the same time, the three magical arts of [Law Shield], [Prayer of Healing], and [Lay on Hands] bloomed on Yizuo at the same time.

"Go! I swear to the Goddess of Dawn that I will never die!"

Mo Tan let out a low growl like a trapped animal, then stretched out his index finger, and pointed at the blond young man with a sarcastic smile on his mouth, and pointed at [Law · Obstacle].

next moment

Tom snorted disdainfully, and directly crushed the unconsolidated bondage with his breath.

Mo Tan gave a dry laugh, closed his eyes, and gave an order to all the coordinators through messages from his friends: return to the defense at all costs.

Obviously, this is an out-and-out stupid move, because even if those soldiers had time to turn back to the podium to save Yi Zuo, those members of the Whispering Sect who had just been torn into pieces and were far from exhausted You can also take the opportunity to reintegrate and launch a counterattack!

Although the victory is certain and Mondo Pan also has a plan for the corresponding situation, it is true that Mo Tan still gave orders that more people might be sacrificed in order to follow him alone.

reason?

The reason is simple, now he has never been a saint.

Yizuo is not Yuchen, Yuchen is a player, even if he dies, he can start all over again.

And this "cheap school girl", who has been called her senior for a few months, is somewhat dull but extremely understanding, but has only one life.

To put it bluntly, Mo Tan is not familiar with those fighters who fight to the death, but he is very familiar with Yizuo.

So he made a decision that an ordinary person with not firm will would make, and it was also a decision that any qualified commander would never be able to make.

【That's why, everyone thinks too highly of me.】

Mo Tan laughed at himself, and closed his eyes with endless guilt. With his current personality, even in the game, he was afraid of death. If he closed his eyes, he would be more courageous.

then
The warm blood stained Mo Tan's pastor's robe red.

Just a short distance away, he finally turned around and smiled at his female knight, before falling down softly.

Two-thirds of her body was cut obliquely along the shoulder by some invisible force.

The world in Mo Tan's senses lost its voice at this moment.

Suddenly becoming dull, he wanted to be angry, to roar, to cry, but found that he was calm for some reason, and even...
Kind of like laughing.

The smile on Tom Lestrange's face froze, replaced by an imperceptible fright.

Five seconds ago, having lost his patience, he cast a killing curse on the young priest.

In the end, the omnipotent green glow was crushed by the opponent like a mosquito.

At the same time, the paladin who logically had no chance of surviving was wrapped in layers of black mist and groaned in pain.

A dead person cannot make a sound, so she is still alive
But Tom couldn't understand why she was alive after almost her entire body was cut open by [Shen Feng], and he couldn't understand why the man was still alive after his killing curse flashed.

Not only was he living well, he even raised his head and smiled at himself.

At this moment, the cold Tom suddenly realized
Everything is out of control.

Is everything out of control?
The answer is yes.

Because it was dark.

【Black Fan】

life value:? /?

Physical fitness: ? /?

Magic value: ? /?

Faith: 0/0
Occupation: Priest Level 35, Discipline Priest Level 38

Belief: None
Faction: Sins of this World

Talent: slightly (full seal), reflection
Basic attributes: Strength 600, Dexterity 600, Wisdom 600, Constitution 600
Civilization attribute: none

Combat Attributes: None

Skills: Sin Bite, Sin Law
"Ah, I remembered."

Mo Tan casually snapped his fingers, and Yi Zuo's body, which was held in mid-air by a cloud of black mist, immediately fell to the ground: "So I killed that class."

Not far away, Tom took a half step back subconsciously. He didn't know who was in the class, but this didn't prevent him from guessing that the person should have died a miserable death.

"Um"

Looking down at Yizuo's body that was free from trauma but exposed a large area of ​​skin, Mo Tan awkwardly looked away, then took off his priest's robe and threw it on the female knight, and opened the message board to terminate himself. The last instruction sent to the coordinators even made a few new tactical changes, and finally looked up and smiled at Tom: "Since I don't know how long I can last in my current state, let's start as soon as possible. "

A miserable green light burst out, passing through Mo Tan's body.

Tom forced a smirk, his knuckles turning white from the force with which he gripped his wand.

In the next second, his grin froze on his face.

Mo Tan, who suffered a killing curse from the front, also laughed
"broken."

bah—

The wand in Tom Lestrange's hand shattered.

Chapter Eight Hundred and Twelve: The End

(End of this chapter)