Lord Roar

Chapter 381 The Standard of the Holy Order

When Allen led the soldiers to smash through the city gate at the foot of the mountain and climbed halfway up the mountain, Conslet sat cross-legged in front of the ruined tower and closed his eyes to meditate.

In addition to being covered in blood, there are more than a dozen magic wands and seven magic storage rings in front of him.

The handsome old man nodded to Allen.

It was the first time for Alan to see Conslet with a stern look on his face. In his impression, the handsome old man was always like Ximen Chuuxue, who was different, aloof, and reticent.

Except for smiling with a group of children in the tribe, he always looks like he refuses to be thousands of miles away.

He had noticed in the battle just now that the handsome old man fought with the mentality of killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred.

He didn't know why the handsome old man had lost his mind a little since he came to the holy mountain.

Allen didn't believe that it was just because Albert insulted him by proposing a five-year agreement, there must be other reasons.

After taking a deep look at the ruined tower behind the handsome old man, he ordered the soldiers to continue towards the top of the mountain.

There were a few inaudible groans from the collapsed tower, and a smile appeared on the corner of Alan's mouth,
At this moment, Rooney changed back into a human form from the air, jumped down and said: "In front of the palace on the top of the mountain, there are a group of birdmen with wings, and two huge monsters, the elemental giant and the undead summoner." The creature was directly driven into the void by a space magician, it should be Albert's old coffin."

The handsome old man stood up, sneered, and began to follow Allen to the top of the mountain.

Allen whispered to Thackeray: "The battle of the holy order is not for soldiers to intervene. Safety first, don't interfere blindly, and you, don't be impulsive."

Thackeray nodded and sighed decadently.

Seeing Thackeray's unwillingness, Allen comforted him: "Now you are about to step into the fourth level of fighting qi. At your age, it is rare in the mainland. Don't be discouraged. Sooner or later, you will enter the peak of fighting qi and become a saint."

"Well, don't worry, I have my own measure." Thackeray nodded.

"Don't be discouraged. When Albert and the handsome old man became famous, you were still breastfeeding. I can't even get involved in this kind of battle, let alone you."

Thackeray rolled his eyes. He believed that if two extremely strong men fought in a while, Allen would definitely do something wrong if he had the chance.

When everyone in the Bloodhoof tribe climbed to the top of the mountain, Alan's eyes narrowed.

In front of the resplendent main hall, Albert stood there fixedly, the magic robe on his body moved automatically without wind, and the magic power in the surrounding space fluctuated as if it were real.

Two rows of guards with wings on their backs, golden armor all over their bodies, and dragon spears in hand, hovering above the main hall with their wings flashing behind them, should be the birdman that Rooney just mentioned.

Two huge knights like statues stood motionless behind Albert.

These two tall and huge knights are the Templars transformed by the Holy See with forbidden techniques.

Behind the knights of the templar are two flags with strange shapes, three meters high, and the whole body is covered with golden armor. sword.

Allen smiled, he knew both Templars.

One was the guy who helped Hurent kill the guard who protected him in the outpost county.

Although it was the first time I saw one, it was the pair of eyes that were only exposed outside the visor and were full of monstrous hatred. Allen couldn't be more familiar with it. Juggernaut Tai, one of the Great Juggernauts, it seems that this guy really abandoned his body and resigned himself to depravity.

Allen looked at Albert. This old guy looked like he had met half a day ago, with a half-smile, and his old face was full of beatings.

However, the old man was holding a magic wand, just standing there firmly, but he looked full of momentum, especially the top of the wand was shining brilliantly, obviously ready for battle.

Rooney has been observing the winged guards hovering above the main hall, his eyes showing vigilance.

It seems that Rooney, who just turned into a giant eagle, should have suffered a big loss at their hands.

Conslet's eyes stared at Albert without blinking, but he whispered on his mouth: "The winged knight, when the demons invaded the mainland thousands of years ago, the bloodlines born with humans or elves are born with powerful Mental strength, proficiency in the magic of mastering ghosts, individual combat effectiveness is not bad."

Thackeray shouted loudly: "Defense."

Hundreds of warriors pulled out tower shields from behind to form a defensive formation, their movements were uniform, and all the beasts stood behind the tower shields.

Thackeray shouted again: "Be alert."

Hundreds of soldiers bounced their crossbows out of the gap in the tower shield.

After Thackeray gestured again, the beast elves drew long arrows from behind.

Albert, who had been silent all this time, glanced at the beast elves with disdain. He knew that the tips of those armor-piercing arrows were highly poisonous, but he didn't care at all. Can't hurt him at all.

Allen walked over a few steps with a smile and said, "Master Albert, we meet again."

Albert glanced at Alan slightly, but looked at the handsome old man, and said quietly: "Conslet, please come and be safe."

Conslet said with a sarcasm: "The Holy See has indeed cultivated the blood of the demon race. It seems that the method of transformation of the Templar Knights is also based on the magic of the ghosts left by the demon race, right?"

Albert shrugged his shoulders and said, "How could I, a mage enshrined in the Holy See, know? If I want to ask you, I should also ask the Grand Pope."

"Where's the old bastard of the Great Pope, let him come out." Allen grabbed Orpheus and said viciously: "If you don't lift the restriction of the Blind Dragon Sword Master, I will let him die today."

Conslet was a little surprised, the Bloodhoof tribe had already reached the entrance of the Holy Mountain Palace, why was there no sign of the Pope yet?

"Little guy, Juggernaut Tai is not a magician, why was he proficient in any forbidden technique?" Albert glanced at the templar beside him, his expression suddenly changed, and he said sinisterly: "It's you who sneaked up on me His apprentice Di Jia slaughtered another five hundred apologist knights and dozens of defenders of the holy mountain, so stay here today."

"Really." Conslet walked up to Allen with his wand, and said expressionlessly, "Albert, do you really think that you are the strongest in the continent?"

"Yes, or not, so what can you do?" Albert said arrogantly: "It seems that Sword Master Tai is right. If the Bloodhoof tribe is not eliminated, it will become a serious problem. Today, you all stay here."

Conslet sneered and said, "Arrogance!"

"Conslet, I'm not satisfied with letting you live for five years. Now that the Pope is not protecting you, how dare you come to your door?" After Albert finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only a crack in the void , appeared at a height of [-] meters in the next second, and between waving the wand, a row of silver-white light spheres hit the sky.

"Others don't need to take action. If the Great Pope shows up, you are responsible for dealing with him." After Conslet finished speaking, he used his magic power to rise from the ground, flew into the air, and began to chant spells silently.

The old housekeeper, Lacey, erected a huge blood shield facing the sky, and shouted: "It's an elemental mark, don't be touched by those elemental light balls, after the mark, it will be punched into the interlayer of the crack in the plane."

Tilda and her beast elves drew a bow and fired a wave of arrows into the sky.

Seeing that the element-marked light spheres were intercepted, Allen was not in a hurry to order an attack because of two reasons.

One is that the birdmen on the opposite side didn't do anything, and he was not in a hurry.

These guys flying in the air have great advantages. Except for Tilda and the others who can restrain them, the tribal fighters can play a very limited role.

The second is that the Pope hasn't shown up yet, and Allen is afraid that this old guy will hide in the dark and play tricks.

And Conslet in the air has already fought against Albert.

Allen looked at Tilda and said, "Can you shoot down that old coffin?"

Tilda looked up into the air, shook her head in embarrassment, and said, "I don't know why, but the racial abilities of my beast elves can't lock that holy magician."

"The old bastard has a lot of tricks." Allen cursed secretly, and began to look up at the battle in the sky.

The old butler and Rooney anxiously asked Alan if he wanted to help the old man. Alan hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head with a sigh.

Although Alan can't cast spells, he knows the advancement of element users very well.

However, there are dozens of magisters of various pedigrees in the mainland human race who have been famous for a long time, but there are only two holy-rank archmages.

In theory, there is only one step between the magister and the holy rank.

But that one step away may be an insurmountable moat.

If the magister is one step away from the holy rank, then the inferior saint and the holy rank can be said to be half a step away.

Even strictly speaking, sub-holy mages already belonged to the category of holy-level mages.

Everyone knows that a holy magician has many characteristics.

For example, if you can live for more than 300 years, you can summon eight shields at one time, you can tear the cracks in the void plane, you can know at least two kinds of mainland-native lineage magic, and you have all reached the stage of a magister, and your body is no longer cowardly, even stronger than Ordinary people still have to be strong, and they have all the characteristics of being arrogant, arrogant, and needing to be beaten, and so on.

But look at Conslet again.

First of all, let’s talk about lifespan first, this old guy just doesn’t like to take care of himself very much. The more handsome he is, now thinking about it, he is still blushing and out of breath when he beats up little Zach when he has nothing to do, let alone living for more than 70 years, it is not a big problem to live for two more than 300 years.

Secondly, the second point is, that is, the shield issue. It is even more nonsense to measure the handsome old man with this matter. The holy rank can summon eight shields. Two sides, and not with the help of magic props.

Let's talk about the third point, which is that only the extremely strong can break through the cracks in the plane. Other magisters may not open a door to the plane in their entire lives.

In the past few decades, this old guy has basically traveled all over the known planes in order to find apprentices.

I was still in St. Cassis Continent in the morning, and maybe I went to the Netherworld in the afternoon. If I am in a good mood, it is normal to go to the Undead World for a stroll at night. I know that this guy is looking for apprentices. I don’t know that the handsome old man is him. As for the damn plane manager, every day, the planes are running around.

As for the fourth point, regarding the fact that he is proficient in the two main types of magic in the mainland and has reached the mentor level, the handsome old man is indeed a bit unqualified.

It's true that the handsome old man is not proficient in the main magic, but he knows seven or eight special magics, such as the dark system, the blood system, the undead system, the ghost system, the undead system, the dark summoning system, and the weapon of the god name. Class, know everything, master everything, the best of the best, if it was placed in Allen's last life, his IQ would definitely exceed [-].

Secondly, let’s talk about strengthening your physique. Even if you are a magister, you can’t sprint [-] meters, let alone run a kilometer without blushing and breathing, but as long as you step into the holy rank, you are basically no different from ordinary people Even with a little exercise, one can reach the physical standards of an elite soldier.

Just look at Archmage Downey and Master Albert. These two old ghosts eat well and are not tired after walking for an hour or two.

But looking at Conslater again, this guy has a high starting point. He has practiced magic and martial arts since he was a child. When he got up, he even sealed the magical power in the body of the magister, not to mention that people were flying in the air, and he could still carry a battle axe, insisting on hacking the magicians of the Holy See to death.

Anyway, for Allen, other element users don't know that the handsome old man is the first magician he has seen flying in the air and carrying a battle ax to kill the whole family.

Then there is the last point, anyway, Allen has never seen anyone who is more like a holy rank than Conslet, whether it is Master Downey or Albert, they are indeed masters in every move, but he is a handsome old man, then b He pretended to be genuine, and put on a face every day, as if someone forgot to buy him a lottery ticket that won 500 million yuan.

Therefore, if measured according to strict theoretical standards, Conslet has already entered the holy rank, especially the last point, the temperament of a master.

Not to mention that the handsome old man looks like a saint, if there is an aperture on his head, Alan will believe that he is a descendant of a god.

(End of this chapter)