Chapter 390: Sincere ally

Pope Joseph and his sword-wielding angel retained the strongest combat effectiveness, and Zhao Shi, whose most body was exposed with terrifying bones and ashes, was second in strength.
Finally, Gregory III, whose heart was almost smashed by the blood lotus sword, was the weakest preserved, and the giant flame horse under him almost collapsed.
"Scatter, die!"
Pope Joseph did not delay for a moment, the scepter waved, several blessings of holy light fell, and the big sword in the hands of the holy sword-holding angel slew Zhao Shi at a faster speed, and the holy white flames burned with greater power.
This time there was absolutely no extra combat power that could slightly contain the angel's attack under the cover of the formation.
"Haha."
Zhao Shi's aura was weak, his laughter was constricted, the red light flashed, his body matched the formation, and he swung his sword to the angel's big sword.
However, his body has been overdrawn many times, and now his strength has been extremely weak.
Even though all potential has been overdrawn, and even the life span of the big formation has been overdrawn, and all the power squeezed out, it is still far behind the strength of the divine sword-holding angel.
If there is no accident, Zhao Shi will be cut in half by an angel and a sword.
However, Zhao Shi laughed and did not worry about his life because he was sure that accidents would happen.
Almost cut in half by Zhao Shi, Gregory III, who was still recovering miserably, changed his face when he saw Zhao Shi being attacked by the angel holding the sword. He did not hesitate to instigate the remaining dim flame giant to kill the angel holding the sword.
Ding!
The flame riding lance and the red sword light slashed on the sword-holding angel's large sword burning with holy Baiyan, blasting it back a step.
The two of them stepped back two steps at the same time, staggering, and the injuries in the body were terrible, and more than half of them were brought by their teammates.
"Gregory, do you dare to save the blasphemer, aren't you afraid that your Flame Saint Lion family will be extinct?"
Pope Joseph saw that the Flame Knight and Zhao Shi joined forces to block his attack, his face turned gloomy, and his words were icy.
The king was angry, and corpses a million, definitely not an understatement, but depicting a future.
Gregory III did not respond to his words and looked at Zhao Shi: "Recover the cold and killing magic power that invaded my body. As a price, I retract the flame fighting energy that stayed in your body, how about?"
The battle of high-ranking powerhouses is not a purely weaponized battle. In fact, a simple weapon attack will not cause too much damage to the powerhouse. They can easily heal their wounds.
But if the trauma contains alien energy that does not belong to itself, this situation is very troublesome.
Not only must he use the pressure of his body at all times during the battle, but he may also burst out to kill him at any time.
"can."
Zhao Shi didn't hesitate much, not only was Gregory III having a headache for the alien energy in his body, but he also felt the same.
After the two reached a consensus, they acted at the same time, surging in their bodies, and the chaotic red sword intent and the flame vindictiveness like the bone gangrene dissipated at the same time.
Zhao Shi felt a slight cold in his body, and the flame fighting gas that had been entangled in his body dissipated as bits and pieces of spiritual light dissipated. He couldn't help but loosen up, part of the mana in his body was liberated, and his strength immediately recovered.
He was even in the mood to laugh at the gloomy Pope Joseph: "What is he afraid of? The Flame Saint Lion royal family has always insisted on the policy of intermarriage with the nobles and nobles under its subordinates. The blood is spread throughout the knight class. How can you destroy their blood?
Do you want to kill all knight families in the empire? That's pretty good. "
Zhao Shi smiled, confident.
"Gregory, surrender to me, the secular to the secular, and the to the god.
The church only needs faith, the flame holy lion royal family is still the royal family, and there will be no change in power. "
Pope Joseph turned a blind eye to Zhao Shi's words and looked at Gregory III with a strong killing intent.
Gregory III did not rush to answer, took a long breath, and said briefly: "All the land and wealth in the church of Illumination are owned by the priest. The knight is the lower class, and the flame holy lion will always be the king of all the world."
What you say is not important, what you do is important.
"Okay, die! Holy Light!"
Pope Joseph was indifferent to the judgment, the light and holy power in his body was overdrawn desperately, the skin wrinkles became visible to the naked eye, the hair was a little gray, and the source of life dropped a lot.
He began to consume his short lifespan and exploded with the last resort.
The angel with the sword flapped its white wings, and a holy radiance descended from the sky, shining on it, just like the messenger who came from heaven to save the world in the myth.
Under the shining light of the holy light, the weak aura of the sword-wielding angel began to recover, the body became solid, the wings were shining, and the white flame on the holy sword was bright.
"Purification!"
The golden brilliance enveloped the two Zhao Shi, weakening their ability to suppress them, there were neatly praying voices around them, and the phantom of devout believers worshipping in the tall church.
In the brilliance, the angel's wings flapped, and a small sharp golden holy light pierced everything and pierced Gregory III.
"Chongfeng!"
Gregory III roared, and the golden red flames on his body eroded by the sea of ​​blood and sword intent became brighter. Regardless of Zhao Shi beside him, he rode a horse to charge first, instinctively acting as a meat shield.
This is the knight's tactics, it is difficult to dodge dexterously, every blow is hard, point-to-point, there is no retreat, not any trust in Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi did not let Gregory III die in the hands of Pope Joseph, he could not beat him at all.
The squeaky bones of the body joined the blood lotus sword again, mobilizing the large formation into a sharp sword light, and then it came first, slashing diagonally on the tiny golden holy light.
Both his arm and body shook at the same time, and suffered a hidden injury. After confirming that half of his strength was consumed, Zhao Shi backed away without hesitation, refusing to receive even a little more strength.
boom!
The holy light weakened by Zhao Shi collided with the flame lance, Gregory III was forced to retreat three steps, the large golden red flame collapsed, and the sharp and solid holy light also dissipated into a golden light.
The white light flashed, and there was no chance for the two to recover. The white flame sword in the hands of the angel holding the sword slashed at the neck of Gregory III, and the holy light around the angel isolated the inside and outside.
boom! Immediately there was the sound of glass shattering, and a red flying sword blasted through the thin protection of the holy light, and slashed on the holy flame sword at the same time as the flame lance.
The two were forced back at the same time, but at the same time they came back desperately.
The three-color rays of light were intertwined and matched frantically. Although the absolute strength was a lot weaker than the original one, the tragic meaning was several times stronger.
The three of them are arrogant people. They think that they are the unquestionable masters of the plane. It is absolutely impossible for them to surrender to others and become wings. This is more uncomfortable than killing them.
After entangled in the battle for a long time, the aura continued to disperse, and the traces of the battle that were not observable by the naked eye slowly became a point where the Ningzhen realm could be seen clearly.
The holy light was shining, and the sword-holding angel's great sword burning with holy Baiyan easily smashed through the already weakened shields of the two of them, and slashed into their bodies.
"kill!"
At the same time, Gregory III and Zhao Shi roared at the same time, their faces were savage and crazy, regardless of their own life and death.
The sword light and the lance slammed, and the sword light containing the endless blood and sword intent cut away the left shoulder of Angel Feather, tearing its wings, and the flame lance madly stabbed the abdomen of the angel holding the sword.