Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 878 The Unknown Magician
"Dare to do this, the other party must have some support"

Although Jean Proton didn't like those churches, he had to say that their teachings were still very friendly to ordinary people, hunting heresies, and only purebred humans could be preserved.

It is also outstanding in terms of strength, because the existence of the church has curbed a group of bold and true heresies.

"Saint, I found an English cavalry team, the number of which is less than a hundred." Not long after staying in place, a cavalry patrolling around returned and said.

"It's too dangerous to defeat them in the territory." Calming down, the cavalry who happened to appear near the village?Maybe you can get something out of their mouths.

"Seniors, please try to capture a few people alive, I think they may have some problems"

"The saintess can just give the order directly, and we two old guys will naturally obey," said Rachel, who held a big ax in his left hand, affirmed.

After fighting for this period of time, Monk Lahaire? Proton has become convinced of Joan of Arc, and the strategy that bears the brunt of every battle and the whimsy that always brings victory is enough for them to admit it.

The sound of horseshoes galloped past, and in a blink of an eye, the heavy cavalry led by Joan of Arc could already see the shadow of the English cavalry.

The collision between the cavalry resulted in no suspense. In front of the strongest heavy cavalry, the ordinary cavalry was as weak as paper and was easily torn to pieces.

The impact caused by the full-body armor and vest is far from what other arms can match, but in a short while the group of English cavalry has become fragmented.

On the other hand, the elite heavy cavalry selected by Gilles still maintained their formation, standing guard behind Joan of Arc.

"There is something wrong with these cavalrymen." With his vacant right hand, he captured a cavalryman who seemed to be the leader alive, and Rachel, who returned on horseback, frowned and said.

"Knowing that we are heavy cavalry, we didn't flee but confronted head-on. The state of the soldiers is also very strange." Throwing the captured enemy to the ground, the opponent looked confused as if he didn't know anything.

The cavalry in England were light cavalry. It would be difficult for the heavy cavalry to keep up if they let go and escape, but they did not hesitate to countercharge.

The results of the previous investigation were also weird. The other party obviously didn't camp, but he didn't change his location from the beginning to the end, as if he was seducing others.

"..."

"Your Excellency is still here, with your strength, why hide and hide?" Staring at the soldier for a moment, Joan already had an idea in her heart, probably it was caused by magic, and coupled with the situation in the small village before, Joan couldn't help but shout shouted.

In the face of an unknown enemy, even a head-on conflict is better than being nervously attacked.

"Hmph, the so-called saint is nothing more than that."

"!" The faces of Demes and the others changed at the same time, and they quickly blocked in front of Joan of Arc. The source of the voice just now was in the middle of them, the cavalry leader who was captured by Lahaire.

"The messenger sent by the Lord, I can't see any god's blessing on you." The armor on the cavalry gradually changed, and finally turned into a set of black and white robes.

The appearance of the cavalry leader was also revealed, with dark skin and short silver hair. Although he looked like a young man, his real age was hard to guess.

"Why did you destroy that village?" Joan of Arc said in a suppressed voice, ignoring the other party's words.

The English cavalry appeared near the village, the destroyed village, and the magician mixed in with the cavalry, no one else could do that.

"Of course it is to induce the appearance of the so-called saint"

"If it wasn't, I originally planned to bring you out as a gift by destroying all the teams this time, but I didn't expect to succeed just once." The black-skinned youth laughed wantonly.

"Go back to the embrace of your Lord." One finger pointed to Joan of Arc, and unimaginable magic power suddenly emerged from the black-skinned young man.

"Do it!" Demes and Bertrand looked at each other, and at the same time jumped up from the horse, and two cold lights slashed at the young man.

The two who had also greeted the magician understood that most of the magicians were not much better than ordinary people. At such a short distance, they were confident that they would arrive when the other party reacted.

Before the sword light touched the young man's body, the figure had disappeared.

"Mortal people are not qualified to touch me with noble blood." The young man who escaped from the encirclement said arrogantly, with a finger point, the huge magic power was immediately converted into endless flames and poured down on the two of them.

The cold sword kept extinguishing the falling flames, but it didn't end for a long time. On the contrary, it became bigger and bigger. The sky was gradually dyed red, and later generations were enough to become a great magician. In the hands of young people, it only takes a moment has come.

"Huh?" His face wrinkled, and the young man stopped the magic in his hand and quickly dodged backwards.

The moment he retreated, a cold sword fell from the sky, and the heavy armor did not bring any burden, easily crossing the distance between the two.

"Demes, Bertrand, the responsibility of guarding will be entrusted to you, and we will deal with him," Jean Proton said solemnly.

He and Lahaier have seen the power of the court magician. Apart from other things, they are not at the same level in terms of casting speed.

"Understood" Demes and Bertrand's unsightly retreat, both understood Jean Proton's meaning, the opponent was not something they could deal with. Although they had made breakthroughs in the past two years, it was too late after all.

"You are too proud." Jean Proton's tone brought hostility to the young man's eyes, and countless red fire bombs were formed in an instant while holding high with one hand, each shining with abnormal light.

Compared with the flame just now, this time the magic made the young man add a magical characteristic: strengthening, which is more than twice as strong as before. Press it down, and countless red fireballs pour down like raindrops, instantly submerging the two of them.

"Pay the price for your pride." Floating in the air, the young man said contemptuously. If he joined forces with the two just now, he might be able to last for a while longer.

"The rest are you, Joan of Arc, if you die yourself, maybe you can save their lives." Turning to look in the direction of Joan of Arc.

In his opinion, there are only a few that are worth noting, the two strongest are dead, and the rest can't pose any threat.

Demes, Bertrand, and Giles were all standing in front of Joan of Arc, and the enemy in front of them was probably the strongest enemy they had ever seen since going into battle.

"It's you who are proud, right?" The shadow covered the young man, and the tall Shang Proton jumped behind the young man with a calm look in his eyes.

The big sword swung down, but what happened surprised them, just like just now, they couldn't see any movement, and the young man had already moved to another place.

"I have already said that you are not qualified to touch the noble blood of me"

　This volume is almost in the late stage, I don’t know how many people can guess the final boss→→If it’s Roja, I won’t write it directly
　　
　
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