Lord Roar

Chapter 591 The Last Glory
The holy-rank archmage has always been called the existence closest to God.

The top of the pyramid, the pride of the human race, the ultimate powerhouse who is worshiped forever!
Albert became the chief holy-level archmage of the Holy See. Since then, the Beamon orcs have never marched into the ancient wilderness on a large scale.

Downey has become a holy mage, and the Principality of Lothar has become one of the two major powers of the human race. With the confidence to challenge the Holy See, the Lothar court magician has since established a division with the Magicians Association. The trump card of the struggle.

Even Conslet, who has become a sub-sacred rank, since joining the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Holy See has never sent an elite team to infiltrate the Bloodhoof Tribe, and even intends to make friends with them.

In the modern age, the Holy Master is like a nuclear weapon. In addition to the deterrent effect, he will not easily attack with all his strength. If he does, it will definitely destroy the world.

And Allen became the holy-rank archmage, the youngest, fastest-advancing, and the most holy-rank magician in history.

If other holy masters are nuclear weapons, so is Allen, but it is just a nuclear weapon that will not explode, and this is something that everyone will know.

Moreover, it was also called a shit stick by the handsome old man!

Conslet suppressed his cultivation for a long time. Although he had never met Albert and Archmage Downey for a long time after joining the Bloodhoof Tribe, and he didn't know that Pope Menrosa was of the order of the Two Saints, he was handsome. The old man still didn't break through to the sub-holy rank, because he didn't want the human race to lose any more extreme powers, even if the Bloodhoof tribe turned against the Holy See several times.

Under the icy exterior, the handsome old man still takes the responsibility of the common people in the world. He would rather suppress his cultivation base at the sub-sage level and be hailed as the fourth master of the human race, and he is not willing to lose any saint-level masters in the human race or the Saint Cassis Continent. mage.

But in the end, Allen advanced.

Conslet can no longer complain to Allen, and it is estimated that even if there is resentment in his heart, there is nothing he can do, because Allen didn't mean it.

If Conslet could predict the future, perhaps he would have already broken through and advanced.

It's a pity that he can't, and he never dreamed that Alan actually advanced to become a holy-rank archmage.

Seeing Conslet's extremely depressed expression, Allen asked awkwardly: "Handsome old man, anyway, I can be considered a holy-rank archmage, isn't that always a good thing?"

Conslet snorted coldly and ignored him. He wanted to say hello to MMP, but finally held back.

Allen touched his nose and said with a sneer, "Next, what should I do?"

"Continue to provoke right and wrong, didn't you do a good job, provoked the ground dragon army, provoked the southern parish, provoked the holy mountain of the Holy See, provoked the Beamon orcs, provoked the plane of the demons, and now you have begun to provoke the descendants of the gods, See if you can find another stronger enemy?"

Allen frowned, and finally asked seriously: "Is there an enemy stronger than the gods?"

"Get lost!" Conslet wanted to slap him to death with his wand immediately, blowing his beard and staring in anger.

Just at this moment, sharp screams rang out, and Allen's face changed drastically and he ran out.

This kind of chirping sound was a warning message from the Holy See's unique magic pet, indicating that there was an urgent military situation. As soon as the sound came out, the whole of Lordaeron fell into chaos.

Conslet looked at Alan's back, sighed silently, and chased after him.

Because he knew that not long ago, Albert and Menrosa led thousands of knights and three templars from the Holy See to the outermost edge of the north coast continent.

"What a fucking broom star!" Conslet was a little helpless, and the face of Menrosa, who was very familiar but gradually unfamiliar, appeared in his mind.

Looking at the magic teleportation circle that had completely lost its magic power, Menrosa suddenly felt hopeless.

Fucked, fucked up again.

It was basically the same as the last time in Lordaeron.

On the ground battlefield, almost half of the thousands of vindictive knights drawn from the various dioceses were killed. In the air, Albert was also pursued by three four-winged knights.

The elemental shielding circle, used by the liches of the demon plane, is like adding food and drinking water, and there is no sign at all.

Originally, Menrosa and Albert brought the knights to the outermost edge of the North Coast Continent. They wanted to find a place suitable for defense to deal with the beach landing on the South Coast Continent. Kilometers away, seven huge teleportation circles suddenly appeared in the form of horns. Immediately afterwards, the winged knights ran out of them like a tide and directly wrapped them in dumplings.

Not only that, the other party actually blocked the elemental array of dozens of kilometers around in the first place.

For extreme powerhouses like Menrosa and Albert, although the elemental shielding circle has an impact, it is not too serious. Besides, Menrosa is at the level of a double saint, and his fighting spirit has reached the level of a sword master. Has a strong fighting power.

But the two of them are not affected, which doesn't mean that their own teleportation circle is also unaffected.

Of course, the main purpose of the Demon Wings Legion was to trap them and block the teleportation circle, and it also achieved its purpose.

In addition to the Winged Knights on the ground surrounding the Holy See Knights, the female Liches in the air also kept throwing poisonous aerial bombs to bombard them non-stop, while the opponent's strongmen were targeting to eliminate the Holy See strongmen.

The cavalry running out of the teleportation circle cut and surrounded.

Lich bombing in the sky.

The long-range demonic fel cannon can suppress it from a long distance.

The masters with strong mobility carry out organized and fixed-point elimination of the masters of the Holy See.

Menrosa is very familiar with this tactic. The San Cassis Continent and the Bloodhoof Tribe have used it many times and defeated the Beamon orcs three times.

The timing, location, tactics, and strategic goals are all exactly the same.

Menrosa even wondered for a few times whether Allen had really been in collusion with the demons long ago, because this tactic was originally created by the Bloodhoof tribe, and it was also used by Allen many times in the San Cassis Continent.

Eventually, though, Menrosa had an answer.

Because of the rear of the Demon Army, two acquaintances appeared.

The No. 1 handsome Behemoth orc, the swan tribe worships the genius Mourinho.

And, the former high priest of the crown, that is, Mourinho's father.

The father and son of the two-generation patriarch of the Swan tribe with white wings behind them are eye-catching among a group of winged knights with black wings behind them.

With a few roars, the three templars at the front of the battlefield crashed to the ground, and after a few breaths, they were completely devoured by the dense crowd of ghouls.

In this raid, the knights who died in the battle of the Holy See did not leave any corpses.

Because when they lie down, the tide of ghouls will eat them clean.

Menrosa has never participated in the battle, and Albert would not have fought in person if he hadn't been forced to.

"Father, don't let down Master Albert." Orpheus's arm holding the long sword trembled slightly, but his face was still firm and said: "I will stay with Master Albert, and with your cultivation, From the weakest point on the north side, we can definitely break out, you go, the teleportation circle has been shielded from magic elements, Lordaeron's reinforcements will take more than three hours at the earliest."

Menrosa shook his head, opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He didn't want to give up Albert, and of course, he didn't want to give up his only blood, the holy son Orpheus.

Seeing being surrounded just now, Albert actually flew out without saying a word. The only possibility for the other party to do this is to know that today he is close to death, or even ten deaths. If he doesn't make a move, no one will be able to break out .

Menrosa looked at Albert who kept avoiding the four wings and the fel cannon in the air, his eyes gradually became moist.

"Opheus, after today, he will be the contemporary Pope of the Holy See of Human Race!" After Menrosa finished speaking, he slowly floated to high altitude, and after taking a deep look at Orpheus, he flew to the place where the situation was getting more and more difficult. Albert.

"Father!" Orpheus cried out in pain, clenched his long sword tightly, finally gritted his teeth, and ran in the opposite direction with the two red-clothed archbishops, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Orpheus didn't want to leave, but he had to, because the Vatican, the human race, and the hundreds of millions of believers on the mainland of St. Cassis couldn't do without the Pope, no matter whether the Pope was Menrosa, the Holy Son Orpheus, or even someone else. A cardinal.

At this time, in the rear of the Demon Legion, Edward, the former high priest of the Beamon Crown, looked at Mourinho with a smile and said, "The holy son of the Holy See wants to break through."

"Then let him break through. As long as Men Rosa is captured alive, and then Albert is killed, the battle between the planes is half the victory."

Edward looked at his extremely confident son, and said slightly sadly, "But the Bloodhoof Tribe"

Mourinho pondered for a while, and said in an unnatural tone: "The courage of a man is nothing to be afraid of!"

Edward sighed. He always felt that maybe, he shouldn't be so optimistic, especially about the Bloodhoof tribe.

The Bloodhoof tribe in the San Cassis tribe is almost synonymous with ghosts being sad and people being scared.

When it came to the demon plane, it was still the same. Even Edward, who had a high self-esteem, had to admit that the great lord of the wasteland and the barbarian tribes under his command were really a nightmare existence, and whoever touched it would be unlucky.

With the destruction of the Condemned Legion, people have to wonder how powerful the Bloodhoof Tribe is now.

"Notify His Majesty the Lich King, the additional four-winged knights, Menrosa and Albert, have already begun to desperately."

Following Mourinho's gaze, in the distant sky, Menrosa held the magic power of the Holy Light in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. The pope's golden robe was dancing with the wind, like a god of war, and he took the head in an instant. Four-winged knight.

Albert, whose pressure was greatly relieved, did not hold back any more, and the light balls condensed by dozens of space-type magic elements also slowly flew to the ground.

"Ben, I don't blame you!" Albert still had that hippie smile on his face.

"I won't feel guilty either!" Menrosa said lightly: "Perhaps only in this way, my great Pope Menrosa, and your old friend, you space department holy master Albert, can overwhelm that guy Allen." , although, only this time!"

(End of this chapter)