Boom!
There was a loud noise, and the invisible air wave instantly exploded to the surroundings with the Duke of Saint-Pros and Lucian as the core.
All the glass windows of the entire building shattered at the same time. The scattered glass shards were like a dense rain of bullets under the push of the billowing air waves, screaming and screaming at the soldiers from the east who were trying to encircle them.
The Duke of St. Pros stood in the air, and a huge white horse phantom appeared in an instant behind him.
On the back of the white horse, a pair of more than ten-meter-long giant wings spread out, almost instantly occupying the entire hall.
Hu!
The roaring sound of the sky, the pair of virtual but real giant wings blocked the light and pressed against Lucian like an overwhelming sky.
The domineering aura brought by involved various objects in the hall tumbling around.
In the vibration of the giant wings, the air was squeezed out like an inflator, and the whole hall vibrated violently.
The magnificent energy of the holy light gradually condensed into a complete entity in the city, and slammed into Lucien.
Lucien's face didn't change at all, but the grudge exploded all over his body quickly, condensing a large red crystal-like shield in front of him.
The thin shield and the huge giant wings seem to be not a level of power at all.
Boom!
In an instant, the giant wings slammed against the crystal shield with a terrible impact.
There was a cracking sound, and a series of fine cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the crystal shield, and it continued to spread around at an alarming speed.
was only the first wave of confrontation, and the two immediately separated.
Although they are both Tier 6, the Duke of St. Pros, who is a knight, is obviously better than Lucien, who is a warrior.
This is the oppressive power of the deity profession on ordinary professions.
Actually, under normal circumstances, the Duke of Saint-Pros would not worry about fighting against Lucian at all. He was absolutely confident that he could defeat a Tier 6 fighter, but now, he is not so confident.
Because he still has a dagger stuck in his chest.
Feeling the piercing pain and the ever-fading power, the Duke of Saint-Pros knew that he had to fight quickly, otherwise the injury would only get worse.
So, the Duke of St. Pros looked at Lucian who was still struggling in front of him blankly, suddenly opened his mouth, and the silent roar exploded from his mouth.
In an instant, countless platinum silk threads rose into the sky from the phantom Tianma behind him.
嗤嗤嗤!
All the silk threads circled around and suddenly burned violently in mid-air, and in a blink of an eye it became a huge golden torch.
Click!
With a weird soft sound, a little white suddenly lit up in the torch.
I saw a jade-like flawless spiral unicorn, gently protruding from the torch, seemingly slow, but swiftly piercing the crystal shield in front of Lucian.
The speed was so fast that Lucien couldn't make any reaction at all, and could only watch the jade spiral unicorne touch the shield like an understatement.
Everything seemed to be completely still in an instant.
Maybe in a second, or maybe a century later, time starts to flow again.
Click!
The crystal shield began to slowly turn to ashes.
The dust in the sky rose up.
But the jade-like spiral unicorn has not disappeared, and it still stabs Lucien with a slow but unusually firm posture.
Although the spiral horn hasn’t touched Lucien’s body at all, the armor on his body seems to be unable to withstand this terrifying force. Like a candle that meets magma, it quickly softens, dents, and even falls into iron droplets. land.
嗤—
Spiral unicorn finally met Lucian and passed through without any effort!
In front of this weird power, as if any defense would not work, Lucien's chest was easily poked out a big hole like a thin piece of paper.
Through the big hole, you can even see the broken heart clearly!
The Duke of Saint-Pross looked at his "masterpiece" and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.
But then, his face became pale, and his majestic aura gradually wilted. The phantom of the Pegasus behind him seemed to meet the ice and snow of the sun, melting into the air little by little.
Obviously, the terrorist attack just now was also a great burden for the Duke of Saint-Pros.
"Ahem..."
The Duke of Saint-Pros coughed out a mouthful of blood and wiped it away. He ignored Lucian in front of him, turned his head and looked at Vincent, who was shrinking in the corner, with a look of surprise on his face:
"You are not dead yet?"
The Marquis of Vincent was panting in pain, his heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by the Duke of Saint-Pros, but even so, he still did not die.
The Duke of Saint-Pross slowly walked to his son, his eyes were full of undisguised killing intent, and he said as he walked: "Nizi, do you know? I have already made up my mind to let you inherit my title, haha, but Are you really so impatient?"
The Marquis of Vincent looked at his father who was approaching him step by step, but he laughed, his mouth full of blood foam made this smile look very hideous:
"Father... ahem... Your mind... so changeable... let me... how dare to wait patiently... who knows one day... you will change your mind again..."
The Duke of Saint-Pross had a face sinking like water, and said coldly: "If this is the case, then you should never wait! Go and confess to my lord!"
said, he threw his fist at the head of the Marquis of Vincent.
But at this moment, the Duke of Saint-Pros suddenly felt a strong wave of vindictiveness coming from behind him.
Huo Ran turned his head and saw Lucien who should have died, UU Reading unexpectedly rushed over again.
The spear in his hand is like a dragon leaping out of water, leaving a silvery afterimage in the air, stabbing towards the Duke of Saint-Pros.
caught off guard, the Duke of St. Pros could only slightly avoid the vital point, letting the spear pierce through his right chest.
"what-"
There was a scream in his mouth, but the Duke of St. Pros still stretched his hand forward, clinging Lucien's throat firmly.
Click!
Amid the toothy bone cracking, the Duke of Saint-Pros smashed Lucian's throat bone.
But Lucien didn't seem to be aware of it, and did not make any defensive actions. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the dagger inserted by the Marquis Vincent on the chest of the Duke of Saint-Pros.
Then, stir hard!
The Duke of Saint-Pross let out a desperate roar, and tightened his hands again, trying his best to strangle Lucien, but unfortunately, the power in his body was fading like the ebb sea water.
My vision is getting blurred, and my consciousness is getting more and more unconscious.
Before the darkness swallows it completely, the Duke of Saint-Pros repeats desperately and suspiciously:
"You... why... don't you die..."
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