Lord Roar

Chapter 382 Battle of the Holy Ranks
In the current situation, Allen is not worried that Conslet will not be able to beat Albert. What he is worried about is the Grand Pope who has never shown up. He has an intuition that the Grand Pope should be no worse than Albert.

Albert, this old bastard, is bad on the bright side, and he can be seen at a glance that he is bad.

But the old coffin of Papa Orpheus, the Pope, is bad in the dark, and he might come out at any time to play tricks on you.

Although the Pope never took the initiative to harm Allen, and it was Allen and the Bloodhoof tribe who provoked the Holy See all the time.

But this does not affect Allen's subjective labeling of the Pope as harming others and not benefiting himself.

Allen looked at the two magicians fighting in the air, and suddenly realized that the handsome old man had started to gain the upper hand so quickly.

Originally, both of them were blasting single-target spells, which one was faster, and which one used without chanting spells.

Originally, this kind of magician confrontation was rather boring, and it was about comparing who had more magic power and who could cast spells faster.

Because the mage's physique is cowardly, no one has the protection of warriors. Let alone a spell, even if he is given a big mouth, he can scream like gold stars falling from the sky and smashing into meatloaf.

Moreover, one of the two summoned twelve shields, and the other summoned eight shields. It is impossible for a single spell to break all elemental shields at once, and both of them can teleport short distances. You come and go for a long time , and no one hit anyone.

If it's a matter of who has more magic power, it is estimated that it will be fought until Beamon occupies the Fort of Holy Light.

It may be that the two of them are impatient, and Albert is probably impatient. The single-body magic of the space system is not very powerful, and he may also think that he has no advantage, so he immediately started playing rogue.

Otherwise, the older a person is, the worse his heart will be.

As a space-type holy step, Albert opened a small-scale plane crack and it was as easy as eating. Coupled with the teleportation of elements, the distance did not cause any problems for him at all.

Therefore, Albert's attack method is very simple. Instead of using spells, he teleports directly to the opponent's side, and instantly pulls up a void crack. Once his arm touches the opponent, he can drive the enemy into the void crack.

If Albert used this trick repeatedly before, it was precisely because of the uniqueness of space magic that the outside world called him the number one powerhouse in the mainland.

After all, the two fought well, and the other party suddenly appeared next to you, and then he touched you and dragged you into the void crack, whoever sees whoever sees is not afraid.

Basically, it can be said that he is invincible in one-on-one. If he is not majoring in space, the title of the most powerful man in the mainland may be given to Master Downey.

It's a pity that Albert's idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Because he was facing Conslet, and he was still carrying an axe.

Albert thought he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect Conslet to be even more shameless than him. Mages don't use wands to fight, and who can stand the fuck with an ax.

Albert had just teleported in front of Conslet, and before he could reach out, Conslet slashed at him with an axe, almost missing his claws.

Just this moment, Albert was not scared to death.

Albert didn't believe in evil, teleported to a sufficient distance, and after casting a spell to attract the attention of the handsome old man, he stepped into the void again and appeared behind the handsome old man. I just put it on my waist, I don’t know where to take out a crossbow, the three clicks are three magic crossbow arrows, flying directly past Albert’s ear, if Albert didn’t run fast, I guess The front teeth can be shot away, and the magic shield can indeed protect the body, but it doesn't protect the face.

Albert, who was covered in cold sweat, glanced at Conslet and was completely stunned.

This shit is still a magician.

Look at Conslet, who has a magic wand pinned to his waist, as if it was just for show, and the decorative effect is greater than the actual effect.

The left hand is a delicate crossbow, and the right hand is holding a blood-red battle ax upside down.
And because of the strong wind blowing in the sky, the sharp-eyed Albert discovered that this guy was actually wearing a fucking set of armor under his magic robe, and it looked like your mother was full body armor.

He really hadn't seen him for a long time. It was the first time he had seen a magician with a battle axe, a crossbow, and armor for so many years across the continent.

A row of cold sweat suddenly rose on Albert's back. He was being smart just now, thinking that after the distance was close, he could draw the opponent closer to the void crack.

The emotional partner is also paying attention to this, waiting for him to get closer, he must want to kill himself with an axe.

"Despicable, Conslet, I didn't expect you to become so despicable after so many years. As a magician, you have the nerve to use a weapon!" Albert yelled, he was almost hacked to death with an ax just now. I can't care about the demeanor of the holy rank.

"Hahahahahaha." Conslet laughed wildly: "You don't care what I use, I just don't use magic, stabbing you to death with a magic wand is the winner."

After finishing speaking, Conslet flew towards Albert with the tomahawk held high like crazy.

Albert quickly intercepted it with a space spell, and his figure kept teleporting backwards.

The underground group of spectators were also dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, it should be the space magician who ran after the enemy, why did someone else chase him today?

Space magicians are also nicknamed progress magicians, because the strike distance of space magic is very short. Many space magicians will teleport to the enemy with a shield and magic props when fighting with the enemy, and then send the opponent Breaking into a different space can be said to be impossible to guard against.

Allen said with various expressions: "This... is the battle of the holy order? Is this too, isn't it too much?"

He originally wanted to say it was too low, because he was afraid that the old housekeeper would scold him, because old Lacey watched on the ground with relish and yearning.

On the other hand, Rooney and Allen next to each other had similar expressions, and said speechlessly: "This... well, in fact, the duel between holy magicians is probably similar to the duel between two junior magicians. Time and distance do not allow them to release powerful magic. , Single-body spells, they are all instant, and they can intercept each other, and the competition consumes magic power, and it's too time-consuming, we can't let two people stand in front of two mountains, and compete with who can level a mountain the fastest."

Allen nodded, thinking about it, it was indeed the case.

If you want to talk about the duel between two sword masters, or even a duel between two vindictive fighters, it must be dozens of rounds where you come and go and bite the sugar palm. It is not only beautiful but also heart-pounding.

But two magicians are too nonsense, especially the duel between magicians of similar level, that is, you give me a magic, I intercept it, I will give you another one, you intercept it, give me another one, and the two bears Like a child fighting.

If it wasn't for Conslet chasing after Albert with his tomahawk, Allen would have fallen asleep, because it was so fucking boring.

Seeing Albert running all the time, Allen rolled his hands into trumpet flowers and shouted: "Old man, you still have a five-year contract like you, and now you are being chased by Conslet like a third grandson!" Yes, do you still have the nerve to brag about B?"

"If you have the ability, tell him to put down his weapon and let us compete in magic!" Albert blushed. In fact, he was also a little embarrassed. This is the situation.

"Go to hell, why don't you die!" Allen rolled his eyes, he really saw the face of the most powerful man in the mainland.

Albert teleported to a distance, cursing with beard and hair: "Ignorant savage, be careful I will pull out your tongue..."

Albert couldn't continue talking halfway, so he quickly teleported away. Just now he let Alan bury him, and when he was distracted, he forgot that Conslet could also teleport. He just wanted to scold Alan back. Conslet, who almost teleported over, hit his forehead with an axe, and Conslet was also very treacherous, knowing that he would not cut the shield, so the ax was aimed at the forehead.

"What do you want to pull out? Pull out your mother, and take care of yourself first." Allen looked on the ground with joy.

Big Babylon looked at it for a while, and after yawning, he found that the fight between the two old men was really boring, so he leaned over to Allen and whispered: "Chief, why don't we chop up those birdmen, and those two Templar."

Allen shook his head and said: "No hurry, I have to dismantle one of the Templars into pieces today, but the Pope hasn't shown up yet, so let the soldiers not slack off and stay vigilant."

Babylon the Great nodded helplessly, yawned and retreated.

At this time, Conslet had completely entered the mad dog mode, with an ax in one hand and a crossbow in the other. The collar of the magic robe was too high, and he thought it would block his eyes when the wind blew, so he took it off and threw it down from the air.

It turned out that he didn't take off his clothes, but after dragging his clothes, even Allen felt sorry for Albert.

Albert's guess was really good. Conslet was really wearing a full body armor of dragon scales, his gray hair was fluttering in the wind, he was surrounded by twelve ghost shields, and there was a magic wand stuck in his belt. There is also a three-edged military thorn pinned to the back, and several burning bottles are tied to the calf, and the whole person looks very cool.

After Alan saw Conslet's "true face", he was completely stunned.

How can this be a sub-holy magician? This Nima looks like a terrorist in the mainland version of St. Cassis.

He didn't even know that the handsome old man went out to fight and tied two burning bottles on his legs. What does that mean?Is this going to burn jade and stone together?

Seeing Albert flying around the main hall again and again, Conslet chased there without being discouraged. Once the distance was close, he would teleport over and chop an axe. If Albert teleported, he would shoot Crossbow. Arrow, the two of them just chased after each other, and Albert didn't bother to block it with single-target spells.

Seeing that the two of them didn't know how long they were going to toss, a majestic voice came from the inner hall.

"Enough!" Like the Honglu bell, the whole mountain trembled.

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew out of the inner hall, as if jumping into the void, and appeared between Conslet and Albert in an instant.

Seeing that Conslet's momentum was unabated, after the figure crossed his hands, a golden shield appeared.

(End of this chapter)