Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 964 946. Frostbite Throw a spear!

After seeing the enemy's attack, Eldridge finally stopped pretending.

A ball of black mud shot towards Gwendelin like a long snake that stretched quickly after tightening.

The giant with a broken leg fell down sideways, trying to block Eldridge's ejection with his broad body.

But the black mud is Eldridge's body, and he controls it easily and flexibly.

Without any thought of wasting energy on the unpalatable giant, Eldridge's black mud body drew an arc and bit towards Gwendolin.

Shadow Sun's spirit has been weakened by the long period of tension.

It wasn't until the last moment that he quickly used magic again to move himself out.

But after all, he couldn't completely escape, and another snake leg was cut off by himself.

The snake foot was rolled into Eldridge's body, tasting the flesh and soul of the gods.

But as the snake foot was eaten by Eldridge, Gwendelin's feelings and thoughts were also transferred to his consciousness.

The feeling is decisive and firm.

I am the youngest son of Ge Wen, King of Sunshine and King of Wu Xin, and the successor of the God Clan.

I will never beg for mercy, I will never cry, I will never tremble!

Then Eldridge knew clearly - it seemed that this crucial meal would be no fun at all.

Therefore, the profound saint, who clearly knows that the 'eating concept' cannot be achieved, is not in the mood to spend more time now.

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Sullivan personally arrived at the mansion where he had lost an entire team of undead knights and a witch not long ago.

This was once the residence of the Shadow Sun in Irushil, and later served as the temporary residence of Princess Yurshika, the acting leader of the Knights of the Sword of the Dark Moon.

Sullivan rubbed the seven or eight expensive gold and silver bracelets and jewelry on his wrist. Under the papal crown, those deep and strange eyes looked playfully at the simple defense line still maintained outside the mansion. The Silver Knights.

There is also the leader of the Protoss executioner, Smo.

Sullivan had witnessed the flames of sin in his early years. From that moment on, the fire of endless ambition was kindled in the heart of the young magician.

Ambition exists for the enjoyment of success.

Sullivan is enjoying it now.

He used Gwendelin's safety as a bargaining chip, and the wealth and knowledge of Irushil and the entire protoss were in his hands.

People say that starting to enjoy means that one will become weak.

But Sullivan doesn't think so.

Material comfort is just the spice he adds to his life.

The fire of his ambition was never extinguished or even weakened. How can you be satisfied with some gold, silver and jewelry?

Now, it is the final stage of the plan.

When they came to the mansion this time, both Sullivan and Small knew that this would be the last time they saw each other.

Because in this mansion, even Youershika, the last person that Sullivan needs to pay attention to, has left.

Only a group of insignificant knights remained.

The Pope is not prepared to leave these stumbling blocks in front of him.

He originally wanted to force Youershika to step out of the defense line and imprison her in the prisoner's tower first.

Then he would mobilize his strength and gradually eliminate the loyalists under the command of the Gods. If the war goes against her, she can be used as a hostage to force the loyalists to make concessions.

This way you can easily become invincible.

Once the loyalists have been strangled, the hostages of the Gods will be useless.

But I didn't expect that the half-dragon girl who didn't understand anything would be decisive enough to run away in one breath.

But it's nothing.

"Drink~"

A gasping sound came from Pope Sullivan's feet.

Along with the sound of breathing, sporadic snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, and a thin layer of snow flakes accumulated on the ground of Irushil, which was suddenly covered with a layer of ice.

They were several knights who were generally tall and thin, but stood on all fours and moved like wild beasts.

The eyes of their full-face helmets glowed with ice-blue light.

The cold air carrying snowflakes overflowed from the gaps in the armor as they moved.

Compared to the undead knights who were used as miscellaneous soldiers, these were the works that Sullivan put his energy into.

The Pope's Knights of Conquest.

Originally, they were all powerful knights of the Dark Moon Sword Knights, but before that, Sullivan would give them the powerful ring he had developed.

The ring is inlaid with eyes condensed by power.

After gazing into those black eyes, the knight will become emotionally high and have the desire to fight to the death, and in the end, the knight will be reduced to a beast-like berserker.

Silently, part of the knights of the Dark Moon Sword were eroded.

Become a crazy lackey loyal to the Pope.

In addition to these, there are also humanoid papal warrior knights wearing armor.

There are also monsters in Sullivan's team that are similar in size to the Great Ferocious Jackal.

The monster looked like a crocodile, except that there was a large vertical hole on its chest and abdomen, exposing the entire chest and abdomen.

The ribs are turned outwards and no longer perform the duty of protecting the organs. Instead, they become jagged bone spurs that harm the enemy.

This is also the result of Sullivan's research. Osloais likes to oppress magicians, and Sullivan likes to transform the priesthood into this look.

The way this kind of monster instinctively folds his hands in prayer after suffering a heavy blow always makes him laugh as if he's seeing a comedy.

"Since Princess Yuershika has disappeared, I have no choice but to capture you and punish you, Lord Smo."

Even at the end, Shalivan had to put himself in the position of "righteousness".

Across from him, Smo just snorted in his helmet and picked up his water tank-sized hammer.

Shalivan wanted to solve these unstable factors in one go, so he was ready to go on the field.

He held two long swords, which were considered long hand-and-a-half swords in his hands.

But if the size is converted to that of an ordinary person, it is basically a big sword, a very big sword.

As the youngest but most accomplished well-known magician, Shalivan also has full confidence in his combat power.

Just now in the reservoir, he easily killed Archbishop McDonald.

If the two archbishops had not brought too few clergy, perhaps Shalivan would not have to do it himself, and the transformed clergy beasts would have torn McDonald alive.

The battle started in an instant.

After the Silver Knights, whose consciousness was blunted, judged that the enemy was approaching, they raised their bows taller than themselves at a suitable distance.

The bowstrings were loaded with thick arrows that were enough for ordinary people to use as pistols.

The dragon-hunting bows and arrows were like crossbows in the hands of these powerful knights!

The shaking of the bowstrings shook the air!

"Puff, sizzle!"

In just one round of volleys, more than a dozen dragon-hunting arrows plowed through the formation of the Death Knights like a candied haws!

After piercing through several enemies, they threw into the brick and stone ground of Irithyll with undiminished force and nailed it there!

But the Death Knights were just miscellaneous soldiers of Shalivan.

The war knights, as violent as wild beasts, each hissed cold white air and rushed towards the formation of the Silver Knights on the ground!

Smoo swung a hammer to send a war knight flying. In the hand of the war knight, there was even the Irithyll straight sword awarded by Gwyndolin himself in the past.

The blade of the straight sword was made of magical frost, with beautiful patterns. When it was shaken, the water vapor frozen into snowflakes due to the low temperature could be shaken off the blade.

It was the proof of an excellent knight.

And now Sullivan asked them to still use these weapons, which was undoubtedly a mockery.

And Smoo's temper became stronger and stronger in this mockery.

His strength was indeed second to none, even among these knights of the Age of Gods.

But his body was too clumsy. In most cases, after hammering a knight away, he couldn't go up to make up for the damage and killed him on the spot.

Then more and more flexible knights came up.

The cold air on those frozen weapons was the magic of the Frigid Valley.

It could gather the cold air on the enemy's armor and body. At first, there was no feeling.

Just wait for the cold air to freeze the armor and flesh unconsciously, and the next blow would directly break a piece!

Smo was very clear about the killing power of these freezing air. He could also feel that his armor and body were rapidly accumulating these magical freezing air as the knights attacked closely.

Maybe the next attack. At most, he could only withstand seven or eight more attacks. His armor would be frozen to the point where it could be broken!

And his body would be even less optimistic after losing the armor.

But Smo was already powerless and didn't want to worry about these things anymore!

As the executioner of the gods, he had served the gods for tens of thousands of years. Now that the gods were facing a catastrophe, he didn't think he could survive from the beginning!

"Ha!"

He pounded the water tank-like hammer into the ground, and a white shadow suddenly appeared on his body.

This was Smo's combat skill.

After releasing [Combat Skill·Endurance], Smo suddenly became more brave and unstoppable.

But this was just an illusion caused by a temporary enhancement. Smo's mobility was too poor. He was not weak, but he was not compatible with the battlefield environment.

If in the past, when the Protoss was well-equipped, he could certainly find a suitable battlefield to perform, and the Protoss army could even build a battlefield specifically for him, a strong man.

But now, the Protoss has long been weak.

Smo struggled and fought, trying to use his last strength to get close to Shalivan standing behind the army.

But judging from the frequency of attacks he was receiving and the speed of movement, he would most likely die on the road.

Blood gushed out from the gaps in the frozen armor, forming a layer of red frost on it.

Smo still fought hard.

"Fight with me! Come and fight with me!"

He shouted to Shalivan.

But all he got was a glance from the other party without any waves.

The defense line was being dismembered.

The thunder on the silver knights' swords was fading, and the frost of the freezing air on their armor was expanding its coverage.

Many enemies crowded around the silver knights, and then more enemies poked their weapons with freezing air into the gaps.

Perhaps the Age of Fire founded by King Gwyn is really coming to an end?

Smough thought so in his confused mind.

Frostbite, skin shattering, slashing, hammering. These high-frequency attacks have greatly depleted his soul power.

However, a sound of thunder and lightning that Smough felt familiar and almost thought was an illusion rang in his ears.

And standing not far away, Sullivan admired Smough's final charge.

A huge shadow was covering his body.

"Cilala~"

It was an exquisite and chilling cross gun. This gun even penetrated the scales of an ancient dragon!

The dragon-hunting spear that penetrated from high altitude was far more powerful than the dragon-hunting bows of the Silver Knights!

"bump!"

Just by plunging to the ground, the ground seemed to turn into a wave, setting off waves of earth and rocks.

The dust mist was shaken up, mixed with golden thunder!

After the smoke cleared, a knight wearing a golden lion armor stood next to the cross gun nailed to the ground.

Afterwards, many white soul bodies also fell down!

They looked at the Pope's minions and Pope Sullivan himself in silence.

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