People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 363

On the dark duel arena, one after another monsters wearing clown masks emerged from the darkness, using minions, swords, spears and other weapons, like moths pounced on the flame, and were burned to death in Jeanna's holy flame do.

Jean Na stretched her wings, and at the end of the wings, there were golden streamer debris flying one after another.

The vigorous and vigorous skin is dotted with golden lines, making her more like a seraphim in myths and legends.

"you're good."

"Although I don't know if it's your own ability, or because of the two artifacts in your hands, even among the dark creatures I dealt with in my heyday, they can still be ranked among the top ten."

Francesco smiled and said, "Thank you, Ms. Jeanne, for the compliment. I'm really flattered."

Jeanna said thoughtfully: "So, it's not a loss at all to get rid of you."

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Jeanne's tone made Francesco's heart inexplicably feel a trace of strong uneasiness.

Immediately, he saw that Jeanna's body began to shatter into golden radiance bit by bit, throwing herself into the holy flames that enveloped her, instantly causing the golden radiance to illuminate the entire dark duel venue.

"You're crazy!"

Francesco's face full of jokes was suddenly replaced by panic. He never expected that just a few words of rubbish would provoke this Yao knight to burn his life to fight with him.

"I'm only in the top ten. Did you encounter those dark creatures stronger than me before, did you just burn your life when you disagreed?"

Jeanna laughed mockingly: "Because I think highly of you, Your Excellency the Ripper."

She changed the subject and began to recite the holy prayer, the burning speed of her body gradually accelerated, and in just a short while, the lower half of her body had already turned into a blazing golden holy flame.

After casting the sacred body, Rangna's whole body is composed of sacred power, and she is no longer a body of flesh and blood. Therefore, burning all the sacred power is the most powerful killing move of her first stage of elite—— The enemy dies together!
"You unreasonable crazy woman."

Francesco gritted his teeth, and the clown mask on his face squirmed like life, covering his body completely, turning into a silver-white armor, blocking the burning of the holy flames on him.

The color of the holy flame of this intensity is close to white, even if it didn't touch him at all, but just being irradiated by it, he would feel a sharp burning pain as a dark creature, as if being splashed with sulfuric acid .

"It feels so familiar."

Jeanna raised her hand, looked at her arm, golden flames sprang up from each finger, and a mocking expression appeared on her face: "Compared with what I experienced when I was a mortal, this level of pain is really terrible. negligible."

Holy gun held high.

"Come to judgment, sinner."

The golden angel, burning with raging holy flames, held a holy gun engraved with sacred inscriptions, like a beam of light, and swept away towards the surroundings.

As if Pangu opened up the world, the darkness was instantly dispelled.

Every audience present turned into balls of torches under the burning of the holy flames.

The breath of the flaming dragon enveloped the entire city.

Losing Prajna's assistance, Lothar was alone. The Texas wolf centurion who was with him had already died in battle, and his head was severed by an enemy wolf warrior holding a double-edged axe.

On his side, he encountered a formidable opponent even if he used half-dragon transformation. Although the dragon's breath blessed with double flame divinity is powerful, it is also difficult to face such a small and flexible opponent. achieve too much effect.

Now, he is just a cornered beast still fighting.

Being able to delay for a while longer can reduce the pressure on the frontal main battlefield.

The howling wind came.

Lothar, who was exhaling the dragon's breath, had to stop his movements and dodge with his head sideways. A silver long spear was almost nailed to the wall behind his ear. If he didn't dodge in time, he would be headshot .

The wolf warriors with burns all over their bodies, led by two centurions, swarmed up and rushed towards Lothar.

At this time, the blood on the ground suddenly started to flow strangely. Every pool of blood was like a bottomless lake, from which stretched out red arms made of pure blood, trying to drag the wolf warriors above into it. in.

The more they struggled, the deeper they sank, the longer they were touched by that bloody hand, the less and less their strength to resist, and an unhealthy paleness appeared on their skin, which was their blood draining.

"What the hell?"

A group of wolf warriors were terrified. No matter if the bloody hand was cut with a knife or an axe, even if it was cut off, it would immediately stick together, and it would be impossible to break free for a while.

Even the two well-informed centurions were temporarily controlled by a larger number of bloody hands.

The Tepesh family of the Blood King Court has always only guarded their one-acre three-point land in Transylvania. Although they are famous for their "blood magic", very few of them have really experienced it. I don't know how to deal with it.

Of course, Lothar would not let go of such a great opportunity, and vented all his strength with a mouthful of dragon's breath, enveloping those wolf warriors who had no way to escape.

As Lothar's spiritual power gradually dried up, he stopped the output of dragon breath, and his body was released from the half-dragon state. The enemies on this city wall have been completely wiped out, and even the two centurions were burned. Become a charred corpse.

"My lord, I came just in time."

A triumphant little vampire appeared in mid-air. Her body was covered with white bone armor. Many armor pieces had been embedded deep in the skin and grew together with the flesh and blood—how does the spell of the Blood King court look like? All have a strong evil color.

"You solved it there?"

"Of course, that is a big formation that I have carefully prepared for a month."

"great!"

Lothar found a good place to sit on the ground, and the dizziness he felt due to the exhaustion of mental power made his voice even weaker: "Go and help Prajna, she is going to support the frontal battlefield. If you hit this point, if you lose again, you will be too wronged."

Fringila said sternly: "Okay. Coors, you stay and protect your lord."

"No, at this time, every point of combat power is very important, Coors should go with you."

Lothar waved his hand, his mental strength was almost completely exhausted, he was completely useless now, and it was not worth spending precious combat power to protect him at all.

"Ok."

Fringila took a deep look at Lothar, licked her lower lip subconsciously, and a treacherous thought came to her mind.

It's just a thought after all.

Although she felt that according to the adult's temperament, if she proposed it, he would most likely agree to "lend" her blood lineage to her, but the more so, the more she dared not speak out.

Right now, the battle on the frontal battlefield has fallen into a one-sided disadvantage.

The charge of more than forty pure-blood wolves, at this critical moment, is no different from forty scythe chariots charging against the scattered light infantry. Even if Prajna and Giuliano block part of it, the rest , the blow to one's own side is undoubtedly very fatal.

This is also the importance of reserving a reserve team in advance on the battlefield.

The joining of a new force at a critical moment will undoubtedly change the direction of the entire war.

at this time.

A shell flew from below, and happened to explode in the middle of the expeditionary wolf clan on the charge road. The terrifying explosion blessed by white crystal instantly ignited a pure-blood wolf clan into a ball of torches.

The commander of the expeditionary force cursed: "Who told them to fire the cannon? A group of idiots, who have already fought hand-to-hand, dare to use white crystal rapid-fire cannons. You want to bury your own people and this castle in the ruins!" ?"

The adjutant looked shocked: "Your Excellency Commander, you are not one of us, look!"

Castle of Wolfburg.

The sharp shout sounded like a magic voice from hell.

An army of hundreds of thousands of zombies was aligning the artillery taken over from the enemy's artillery position, aiming at the walls of Wolfburg for a while.

Captain Hogg was wearing a captain's cap on one side, looking very high-spirited.

"At the critical moment, it depends on Captain Hogg."

(End of this chapter)