It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 Listening to Origen’s words, Roman did not have any surprises, smiled and said:

　　 "That's really regrettable. It would be troublesome if the three red bishops came together, but since we can't reach a consensus, then I can only torture your soul personally."

As he said, Roman once again pointed his staff at Origen, and another rain of black arrows poured over him, but Origen did not evade, but grabbed his fist and smashed the cross. .

　　 Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst out around him, not only offsetting the corrosive arrows, but also forming a huge golden cross in mid-air, which was also very eye-catching in the night sky.

　　 At the moment the golden cross lights up, a burst of Ruowu singing suddenly floats on Mount Waddin, and then Roman feels that the holy power of the entire Waddinburg is gathering here quickly.

We must know that Vordingborg is not Loviisa. There are many churches and believers here. The holy power accumulated in the daily life is more than a hundred times that of Loviisa. If all these holy powers are really gathered around this castle, I am afraid that even Roman will. It's hard to get out of it all.

　　Because Roman is supported by its powerful spiritual power and does not have to worry about the consumption of magic power, but once all the holy power is gathered, other elements in this area are likely to be completely rejected.

In this way, Roman can no longer absorb magic power from the surroundings to replenish himself. Once entangled, it is very likely that the magic power will eventually be exhausted and lose the ability to cast. Rushing out, afraid of wishful thinking.

"Have you heard, heresy, this is a hymn to Suma, and also your funeral song. In this land of godly grace, even the Knights of Steelsawa dare not be so arrogant. You will die of your arrogance. !"

　　 Origen is tall and tall, and his whole body is enveloped by the swarming holy power, like a golden **** of war. He looked at Roman with a certainty in his tone of victory.

　　 Roman felt the sacred power that gradually became stronger around him, and smiled:

　　 "Tsk, is it a choir again? I'm not surprised at all."

　　 Origen snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and the holy flame in the palm of his hand circled and condensed into a golden-red fireball, and threw it violently at Roman.

　　 "Hmph! Just bluff, in a minute, this place will become a sea of ​​sacred power. At that time, even if it is that knight king, I have the confidence to fight, let alone you are a mere heresy."

　　 Roman touched his nose, and a black storm barrier hung in front of him, blocking the fireball outside.

　　 "Hey, I've been looked down upon, but your Excellency Origen, I think you might be happy too soon."

　　 As soon as Roman's voice fell, the endless hymn came to an abrupt end. Losing the call of the hymn, the holy power that had gathered began to slowly spread around.

　　 Origen looked shocked, he hurriedly scanned the surroundings, then stared at Roman sternly, and asked sharply:

　　 "What did you do!?"

"What did I do? Your Excellency Origen, you don't really think I would dare to make trouble here without any preparation? Or do you think that after I have seen the choir skills in Loviisa, I will be a little bit better? Is there any defense?"

　　 Origen’s face looked ugly:

　　 "Even if you know the existence of the choir, but you are entangled here by us, how did you find them?"

　　Roman beckoned, and a croak fell on his arm, and Roman stroked the feathers of the croak with a smile:

　　 "Archbishop Origen, you may not have noticed that when I released the crows when they were fighting with you, they were about one-third less. Where do you think they went? Did you wipe them out? Don't be kidding.

　　 From the beginning of the war to the present, my crows have flown all over Mount Wodding. If you hide them in a secret room on the mountainside for you, I can’t find them? "

"How can this be?"

"Hey, I also want to thank that selfless saint. The choir he brought gave me the basic material for research. Although the hymn is endless and cannot be positioned, the gathering of the holy power does take the position of the choir as a guide. Central, in other words, as long as you find the center where the holy powers converge, you can find the choir. It's very simple, isn't it?"

　　 Seeing Origen’s completely gloomy expression, Roman didn’t care at all, he continued:

　　 "Well, Lord Origen, I don't think you will have any hope for the choir. Now, is there any means? If not, you might die here."

The reason why Roman did not immediately kill is not because of self-expansion, but the current situation is completely under his control. The other party is one of the three cardinal archbishops, which can be said to be the absolute core of the church. Opportunity, test the trump card of the church to prepare for the future.

　　 For example, if the existence of the choir was not known in advance through the saints, then the current situation is probably not like this.

　　 At this time, Bo De, who was standing next to Origen, said excitedly:

　　 "You heresy, this is impossible. There is Archbishop Ebron and Mother Terence in the choir. It is impossible to let you succeed so easily!"

　　Roman glanced at him lightly and said:

　　 "Oh, that's really sad news. Presumably the archbishop has probably returned to Suma's arms now, but don't worry, because you will meet them soon."

　　 Bode angrily said:

　　 "Nonsense, heresy, you..."

　　 "Enough! Bode!" A genius remembers Chinese in one second m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

　　 Origen interrupted him with a deep voice~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his complexion returned to his previous coldness:

　　 "No matter what happened to Ebron, we can only rely on ourselves now."

　　 As he said, Origen actually pierced his hand directly into his heart. Watching this scene, Roman narrowed his eyes slightly, and Bode directly knelt down with a pious face.

　　 "Is there any hole cards? That's right, I'm also a cardinal archbishop anyway, so it's impossible to do just that."

　　 "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　　 A strong heartbeat suddenly sounded, and Origen's chest was pierced by himself, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

　　 "He is pinching his heart?"

　　 Roman was a little uncertain, but he threw a black wind blade tentatively.

　　 However, when the wind blade was about five meters in front of Origen, it was twisted and dissipated. It seemed that there was an invisible force protecting him around Origen.

　　 "Hey!"

Origen pulled his hand out of his chest fiercely. As soon as the red blood was sprayed out, it was evaporated into blood mist. He was holding an egg-sized red stone in the palm of his hand, this stone. It was covered with veins like blood vessels, and it was beating again and again.

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