People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 352 Seiya
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The fortress guns on top of the tower roared again.

The entire Wolf Castle was trembling, and the white mist formed by the white crystal being drained in an instant covered the entire tower.

The tall wolf clan wearing a black woolen coat pounced on the top of the city, and broke his coat with a bang, turning into a huge and strong gray werewolf. He swiftly avoided a Texan The crossbow arrows shot by the Siwolves swept him down the wall with a slap.

At just the right time, the cloudy sky cleared away, and the bright moonlight shone on the top of the city, illuminating the black hair on his body.

This is an extremely strong werewolf with bulging muscles and a height of more than three meters.

"It's a big fish."

Jeanna's voice came clearly.

"Sure enough, it's a rebellious clan. It's fine to be with a group of low-blooded vagabonds, but they are actually mixed with people from the Holy Church."

"Where is that old guy Giuliano? Let him kneel in front of me immediately. I will speak good words for your Basilicata family from the wolf lord. It is also an ancient bloodline that has been passed down for thousands of years, so it shouldn't be cut off."

The werewolf spit out words, with a calm momentum.

Lothar reached out and caressed the shining cross sword, a string of flames sprang up immediately, and the body of the sword became red, exuding a scorching halo.

The werewolf posed a strong sense of threat to him, giving him a sense of crisis that even if he tried his best to deal with it, he might still be instantly killed by him on the spot.

The blood waterfall made his heart beat faster and faster, and he was almost squeezing his blood power desperately, so that before Lothar could perform half-dragon transformation, dragon scales began to grow from the heart.

The werewolf twitched his nose, and said with a sneer, "It's not just people from the Holy Church, but also dragon descendants. I thought things like you would have disappeared with time. It's a pity that you are a little guy who hasn't grown up."

The werewolf stepped on the ground with both feet, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

His speed seems to have exceeded the limit that Lothar can capture with the dual assistance of vision and mental power, even compared with Celinina's heyday before she reached the full level.

But Celinina's speed was obtained by sacrificing her other attributes.

The werewolf in front of him is definitely not low in terms of strength and physical strength.

Lothar didn't look at Jeanna, his eyes shone with a golden light, and the dragon's power mixed with the coercion of his dark lord, forming a slender black dragon behind him.

The terrifying coercion of the dark lord that came to his face made the werewolf's originally smooth movements freeze for a moment-although it was only a moment, but in a battle of this level, a moment is enough to decide the outcome.

The tip of the holy spear pierced through its chest.

The strong defensive power that the werewolf was proud of was as fragile as paper against the Holy Lance, an artifact designed to restrain dark creatures.

"Kunguniel?"

There was a hint of disbelief on the werewolf's face. At this time, let alone that Jeanna was only wearing a mask, even if she wrapped herself like a mummy, it was absolutely impossible for him not to be able to distinguish her identity.

"Bright Knight!"

The werewolf let out a roar full of anger and panic, turned and fled.

He has a sense of absurdity like a civil war in the kingdom of rats, and the rats invite cats to help them out.

How could Yao Knight stand in the same camp as the dark creatures?
At his wound, the remaining holy brilliance turned into holy flames, continuously burning his body.

But he can't care about anything at this moment. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the terrifying reputation of the Yao Knight among the dark creatures, the effect exerted at this moment is even better than the "darkness" that Lothar really possesses. Lord" coercion.

If you have ready-made skills or talents, the high probability is: when facing the dark creatures in yesterday's giant ship world, once you say your name, you can make most of the dark creatures flee immediately.

The werewolf obviously didn't realize that Jean Na's strength was not at its peak.

The giants of dark creatures who fell under the holy spear of the Yao knight had already made him lose the most basic judgment.

"Seiya!"

Jeanna clasped her hands together, and the Holy Spear hung in the air above her head.

It's Kungunir, the sure shot!

The werewolf who turned around and ran away felt a strong stabbing pain in his back, and a sense of danger that the end was approaching. Then he thought of the legendary Holy Lance, but he didn't realize that he couldn't run even if he wanted to.

In the air, mottled golden light spots continued to gather towards the holy gun in Jeanna's hand. This gun, which is sure to hit, actually has disadvantages. For example, although each attack is sure to hit, it can only kill one person.

If the enemy is smart, he can find a meat shield for himself to avoid this damage.

But it's different now.

Because the holy spear was stained with the blood of the werewolf and guided by the remaining holy flames in the opponent's body, there was almost no possibility of missing this blow—it was a must!

The dazzling golden light pierced the sky in an instant, igniting a bright golden light in the darkness.

The werewolf's screams became more and more horrific under the burning of the holy flames, until they were burned to ashes by the blazing holy brilliance.

After this blow, Rang Na's identity could no longer be concealed, but the possibility of ambushing the Ripper was very low, and it was not a loss to be able to deal with such a big fish.

"How are you?"

Lothar asked.

Rang Na thought about it and said: "Fortunately, [-]% of my strength has been consumed, I have to rest for a while, and next time I come to a strong enemy, it's time for you to go up and support the field."

"Okay, leave it to me."

If Lothar tries his best now, his strength must be higher than that of the Centurion, especially Long Yan, who is blessed by the dual volcanic divinity.

If it were him, after becoming a half-dragon, even if he couldn't deal with the intensity of the wolves just now, it would be no problem to resist for a while.

His large-scale destructive spell is definitely a killer move in the battle of defending the city.

"Which family are you from?"

The werewolf on the opposite side looked at Hans suspiciously.

The wolf clan is very sensitive to the bloodline, and it can be distinguished almost instantly whether it is a lowly person or a high-level wolf clan with inheritance. In his eyes, Hans is obviously a pure-blooded werewolf, but he does not belong to any known wolf clan. illustrious family.

Hans didn't answer, and he didn't know which family he belonged to. The family of the wolf blood inherited from the wolf blood potion should have been extinct long ago.

And to be honest, this bloodline is not considered noble among the wolves, at least, it is definitely not comparable to Celinina.

"never mind."

"No matter which family it is, if it dares to go against the will of the wolf lord, it will go to hell."

The werewolf's fingertips popped out sharp claws, and suddenly rushed towards Hans.

Hans' body twisted and swelled, and he turned into a silver-gray werewolf in the blink of an eye, fighting with the black werewolf from the Yaxi family on the opposite side.

This is like a werewolf civil war without any fancy.

Compared with the unruly werewolf fighting like wild beasts in the medieval world, this Yaxi wolf clan still used frequent tricks even in the werewolf state.

I saw him fall over his shoulder and throw Hans fiercely. While a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he crashed into the arms of Hans who had just got up again. You can only parry, there is no room for counterattack.

A sharp blade made of blood suddenly appeared behind the werewolf's neck.

The werewolf didn't turn his head back, just an elbow. While knocking back Coors behind him, his blood blade also left a scar full of corrosive magic power on his neck.

The werewolf touched the scar on his neck, with a sinister smile on his face: "It's interesting."

Behind him, another strong wind hit.

A blue-gray werewolf jumped up and knocked the Yaxi werewolf away.

He stood up straight and said with a serious expression: "Be careful, this is Sennong of the Yaxi family, a fairly strong centurion, it is said that he once slaughtered an entire human town, we join hands to deal with him. "

(End of this chapter)