Noble Emblem

The thunder gun was inserted diagonally into the ground, constantly emitting bursts of current to the ground within a radius of about five meters.

Beta, who was holding Monica, retreated a very long distance. This jump was nearly ten meters away, and he was already out of the effective damage range of the electric current.

Putting down Monica in her arms, the latter landed on her feet and stood firm. She looked at Beta's arms with a little loss in her eyes.

But before Monica had time to speak, two more thunder guns came down from the air, but this time she was well prepared and quickly turned into countless spiders and dispersed, while Beta still jumped back, and the two of them quickly escaped from the attack range of the thunder guns. .

Some of the slow-running spiders were electrocuted into charcoal, and the air was filled with a smell of burnt apples. Although it was a bit strange, it was not unpleasant.

The large group of spiders transformed into Monica again around Beta.

Although some spiders died, it was nothing to her. It was like someone using a fruit knife to lightly cut the skin on her finger. It stung a little, but it was no big deal.

Beta looked at the small building behind, and then said: "Go back, protect them by the way, and improve your popularity. It will be of great help to you in becoming a female pope in the future."

Monica was stunned for a moment and asked: "What about you?"

Beta looked at the sky and said quickly: "The enemy is very strong, and you are no match. After we go back, let them escape first, as far as they can."

After finishing speaking, a white cloud appeared under Beta's feet, and it floated into the sky upon stepping on it.

What kind of magic is this... no magic power fluctuation? Monica was surprised for a moment, and then returned to the small building.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw four archbishops walking down the stairs. Everyone looked very nervous. Beloske walked a few steps faster and asked urgently: "What happened to that thunder gun just now?"

"We will talk about this later. We will move immediately." Monica looked serious: "There is a strong man on the other side. He is very powerful. We are not opponents. He has already gone to help us cut off the queen."

"I just saw him flying up, with..."

"Shut up! I said, let's leave now, don't hold us back here." Monica's eyes were like sharp blades, and she looked at the other party fiercely: "Now is not the time to pursue these matters."

Glancing at her slightly murderous eyes, the archbishop felt like he was in a world of ice and snow for an instant, and his body felt cold.

Fortunately, Monica quickly looked away, and the archbishop felt like he was escaping from under a mountain.

The four of them said something to their guards, and soon four different strange messages sounded in the small manor. After a while, everyone withdrew.

Monica also withdrew, but she threw down some spiders and hid in the manor, monitoring the situation in the sky. If she didn't watch, she always felt uneasy.

Above the clouds, the high-altitude wind made his robes rustle. Beta floated up, and about a hundred meters in front of him, floated a young man wearing a green robe.

Seeing Beta, he smiled playfully.

"I didn't expect that you are actually capable of both magic and martial arts." The young man looked at Beta, raised his head and said, "You are the most talented person I have ever seen, besides me."

When speaking, he was extremely confident, with a tone that recognized others, but he was more powerful.

Beta chuckled in his heart and didn't care much. He looked the young man up and down: "You are actually the real pope of the Life God Religion."

"Yes." The young man nodded in surprise, and then he looked Beta up and down: "You can actually see that? It seems that you are not as rude a mercenary as you appear. Who are you?"

"The Pope of Fortune Cult, Beta-Leon."

Beta no longer concealed it, but directly exposed his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light beam spurted out.

The young man was startled by Beta's name and was temporarily absent-minded. The gold coin bombardment skill was launched very quickly and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

But this man's reaction speed was also extremely fast. His body flashed to the side strangely. The light beam almost brushed his robe, and several light patterns were produced on the surface of his green robe, which blocked a certain amount of magic damage. It was obviously Magical equipment with extremely strong defensive capabilities.

"You despicable bastard!"

After dodging Beta's attack, the young man roared angrily. If he had not dodged the attack just now, although the top magic robe he was wearing would have instantly created a magic barrier to protect him, he would never have. Feel good.

Beta snorted coldly in his heart. This is called reciprocity. The three thunder guns just now were also extremely powerful magic. Beta didn't dare to take it hard, let alone Monica.

The young man had just roared, but before he could adjust his body shape, Beta stretched his hands forward, and dense golden balls of light appeared around him, and then shot towards the opponent like raindrops.

Beta did not deliberately pursue accuracy. He just projected a large number of arcane missiles in a general direction, creating a barrage effect that could only be produced by a strengthened company in an instant.

As a person who grew up in the information age, Beta also suffers from a certain phobia of insufficient firepower. As long as conditions permit, he very much likes to carry out barrage coverage strikes.

Perhaps most male magician players have this kind of complex.

In the blink of an eye, the young man was buried in the golden ball of light.

After a series of violent explosions, a figure vaguely appeared in the smoke.

Beta pulled out the golden sword from the mansion, activated the auspicious clouds under his feet, and flew towards it.

As long as they have an advantage, they will pursue it to the end. Players' instinct for battle is actually much stronger than that of berserkers.

The true Pope of Life was struck dizzy by a series of arcane flying balls. Before he could recover, he saw a two-meter-long golden sword light coming straight towards him.

He suddenly felt chills all over his body, roared, and desperately activated his magic power. In conjunction with the top-level magic robe on his body, he instantly created a circular magic barrier in front of him.

This magic barrier is very hard and thick. Even the so-called indestructible sword energy of swordsmanship and willpower only made a hole in the surface. Then the golden sword penetrated the barrier and was stuck by the magic barrier.

The Cult of Life showed an excited and stern look on its face: I finally caught you. I just used the most powerful arcane missile attack, and now I use the sword willpower. I have no physical strength anymore. I have lost my strength! It's my turn to fight back!

While he was thinking this, he saw two golden light balls suddenly thrown above him, and then the light balls suddenly exploded, erupting with light like the noon sun.

The unique magic of the Wealth God Cult, the dazzling golden light, is essentially a super powerful flash bomb.

The Pope of Life's eyes suddenly turned completely white, and he couldn't see anything.

Beta temporarily abandoned the golden sword and let it get stuck in the barrier. Instead of rushing to pull it out, he jumped up from the auspicious clouds, fell from the top of the barrier, and then kicked the Pope of Life right in the face.