Chapter 318: Roddy's Revenge (Part 1)

Chapter 318-Roddy's Revenge (Part 1)
There was only one person left to accompany the pope, and the two of them had no wagons and could only fly by their own powerful spells. They only flew more than a dozen miles, and then they saw a wide river in front of them from a distance.
At the moment it was close to dawn, half of the sky was faintly white, and a faint red light gradually appeared at the end of the eastern sky.
There was no movement around, only the rushing of the river was heard. The pope dared not let his guard down. Originally thought that I divided the troops into two directions and let the brigade distract the imperial chasers. I took a few elders and walked away from the small road. As a result, I was chased and killed again and again that night. Obviously, the imperial family was very clear about his escape route, especially Now that we have reached the river, it is a good place for natural interception.
He took a deep breath, and a pair of eyes flashed with golden light under the powerful spell, and the surrounding sight immediately became ten times larger. Within tens of meters, the surrounding scenery clearly fell into the eyes. Here, even the buds on the treetops and the stones on the shallows of the river are very clear.
He turned his head and whispered to the elder beside him: "Okay, let's send the signal."
The elder Wen Yan took out a small blood-red spar from his arms, slowly threw it into the sky, and pointed his staff.
With a sound, an invisible ripple spread out, colorless and shapeless, this kind of signal condensed by magic techniques can only be seen by people with advanced skills, and ordinary people can never see it.
It is the secret signal for the contact of people in the religious religion, which can also effectively avoid the pursuit of the royal army.
"Your Majesty, here comes!" The elder's tone was a little excited and delighted.
Sure enough, a gentle wave of spell ability in the air was faintly transmitted from the opposite side of the river. Although no movement was visible to the naked eye, with the superb spell ability, Corsica VI could clearly feel the opponent. The echo that came.
Those traces of magic techniques unfolded like water waves, and distantly matched with the secret sign he had released.
However, he clearly smelled something wrong.
"Why is it so quiet?" Corsica VI sank his face: "Don't you let them take someone to meet you?"
Squinting his eyes, even though the river was nearly a hundred meters wide, the pope saw that the temptation of spells was unfolding, but there was not a trace of human anger on the other side of the river, but it was faintly... …
A bit dead!
The pope suddenly exclaimed: "No!"
As soon as his voice fell, he saw a strange tumbling on the surface of the river ahead!
Corsican VI could clearly feel the unfolding of a mighty and powerful pure power, which was clearly the most authentic and pure light power!
Regardless of whether it is a Roland Continent Magician or a Bright Continent Magician, anyone who believes in the religion of God cultivates the purest light-type spells, but this burst of power that comes in front of you is soft and warm, without half a fierce murderous aura. , As if it has been imprinted between heaven and earth...
The wide river in front of me separated silently!
The calm river surface seemed to be cut by an invisible scissors! The slowly flowing river water suddenly stopped, and the river surface was separated by a gap about five meters wide, and the river was shut down, exposing the rocks and land of the river. It seemed that there was an invisible force that completely controlled the currents on both sides of the river.
I saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the river, with long blue hair fluttering in the breeze, and the straight samurai uniform without a trace of dust.
His feet didn't touch the ground, as if the whole person was floating over. Only Corsica VI could vaguely feel that the pure energy of the light element came from this person!
I saw him gently raising one of his hands, and a pure white ring on his fingertips exuded a soft light that was not dazzling. He walked slowly, and the rivers on both sides receded...
This is clearly not the power of the world! To understate the separation of the big river, let the river water still, but not only half the smell of fireworks!
Corsica VI's forehead was cold and sweat flowing like rain. He who knew the scriptures, naturally immediately remembered the ancient mythological legend on the scriptures!
Gradually, this man walked out of the river and slowly came to the shore. The pope could finally see his face clearly. His face sank slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "So it's you...I recognize your Excellency. You are the Marquis of the Empire. , Lord Roddy, commander of the Northern Army."
Roddy nodded, his complexion was calm, but the occasional flashing gaze carried a somewhat extremely complicated meaning. The deep killing intent was not harsh, but it shot into Corsica as deeply as ice. The body of the VI.
"Pope, do you know? I've been waiting for this day. I've been waiting for a long, long time..." Roddy's voice didn't carry any temperature, and it was as cold as ice.
He slowly pulled out a weird scimitar, every movement he made was slow and careful, as if he was afraid of making a little mistake.
"Your Excellency, Marquis Roddy, did Abbas XI send you here?" The pope squinted his eyes, his hand tightly squeezing the staff.
Roddy raised his head calmly, but his gaze stayed tightly on the Pope's face. His voice became calmer, but this calm made Corsica VI feel a faint chill in his heart.
"His Majesty, do you know? A long time ago, I have always wanted to kill you, and always wanted to..." Roddy said lightly: "So I waited for this opportunity today. I have waited too long. Now... I also thought about how I would act if I could face you one day?"
A smile suddenly appeared on his face... what a terrible smile it was!
"I thought I would be very excited, angry, and desperate to rush to find you desperately..." Roddy said slowly: "But I won't do this... because this opportunity is too precious... I will cherish this opportunity. Even though I am so angry that I can't wait to tear you apart immediately... But I still have to remind myself to calm down and be careful. I can't make a little mistake!"
He lifted his scimitar gently and smiled: "Look, I am ready, I promise I will do my best, and I will kill you today anyway!"
Facing such a calm and terrifying Roddy, Corsica VI actually took a step back subconsciously. He obviously felt that Roddy was carrying a murderous look, but the expression on Roddy's face was too calm. ...
"Marquis Roddy, I don't remember when our God Cult offended Your Excellency!" Corsica VI said coldly: "Your Excellency is a Marquis of the Empire, and his future is limitless, but he has been in the Tulip Family's fief repeatedly and our God Cult. Embarrassed... You said you wanted to kill me, but I don't remember that we only saw any hatred."
Roddy smiled lightly, his eyes were a little weird, and he shook his head and said: "Pope, you are very smart, do you want to delay time? I tell you, the flame warriors that you are looking forward to will not meet you. The meeting is coming...no. A total of three thousand two hundred people died last night! I promise in my name that none of them will survive, and everyone will die clean!"
"Impossible!!" An elder next to him roared: "Impossible! We have tens of thousands of troops in the east, you...you can't sneak into the east silently and kill our correspondent army!"
Roddy smiled slightly: "It's impossible... Unfortunately, you are just a group of clubs. Maybe you have powerful warlocks and boundless mana, but you are still a layman in fighting this kind of thing..."
Roddy raised a finger gently: "It's just a little trick! We just carefully revealed a little bit of your escape news to the blood race, and deliberately said that the time of your connection was a long time earlier, just last night. , The more than 3,000 troops you received were on the opposite side of the river, and were ambushed by a group of blood races. The killer of a thousand blood races easily defeated the more than 3,000 flame warriors you sent to respond." He smiled viciously, that was A vicious form of hatred from the heart: "Of course, we also secretly exerted a little strength..."
"Presumably you have been chased a lot along the way, right? That's just to delay time, to hold you down for a moment, so that I have time to kill your army..."
The smile on Roddy's face finally converged, his eyes showed boundless killing intent, and he whispered: "Now, I promise that there is no power belonging to the gods within a hundred miles, and you, Corsi Your Majesty Ka VI, there are no many elders around you, no Fire Warriors, so today you are destined to die here!"
"You... your dignified imperial royal family actually colluded with the blood race!!" The elder next to him roared out, his heart panic to the extreme, he could only use roar to vent the pressure in his heart.
"Shut up." Corsica VI suddenly whispered. His old face seemed to be ten times old in a moment, and his eyes were filled with hollow eyes, as if he shook his head gently, and whispered. Said: "Your Excellency Marquis Roddy, what you did was really brilliant... indeed... but I really can't figure out, where does your hatred for me come from?"
He actually smiled, but this smile was too bitter: "I can feel your murderous intent against me... Where does this monstrous hatred come from?"
Roddy walked over slowly, he approached step by step, his body was burning silently with golden fighting energy, and the machete in his hand buzzed and vibrated under the action of fighting energy.
"I'm just a helpless kid who has been lonely and unaccompanied since I was a child... There was a man who treated me very well, like a teacher, and treated me like a father. He taught me a lot of principles of life. He taught me swordsmanship, taught me swordsmanship, taught me the true meaning of strength, and even taught me the unique knowledge of his life..." Roddy's voice became lower and lower, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "But, You killed him, and you killed him right under my nose! He was completely destroyed, and even the corpse was not left..."
With a flick of the scimitar, a golden half-moon cut across the air!
With a whistling sound, this half-month slash slashed fiercely at the feet of Pope Corsica VI, leaving a deep crack on the ground!
"Ban Yuezhan...you, you are talking about Mr. Qiu!" The pope's eyes shrank suddenly and exclaimed: "I remember! You were the young man who fought the blood prince at Prince Balang's mansion that night. People! We got Dracula’s Spear that night too!"
Staring at the burning golden grudge on Roddy, King Corsican sighed weakly: "Unexpectedly, you have reached the realm of a sword saint... It seems that Mr. Qiu's disciple is really unusual... Hey..."
The staff in his hand smashed on the ground and shouted: "Come on then, I am the most faithful servant of the gods, and see how you can counter the majesty of the gods!"
An incomparable white brilliance enveloped Pope Corsica VI, his face was sacred and clean. Under this dawn and morning light, his beard and hair fluttered like a god!
"Evil heresy, accept the punishment of the gods!" The elder next to him suddenly yelled, strode forward two steps, and stopped in front of the pope, the staff in his hand was also stuck on the ground. He crossed his chest with both hands, and then the staff also emitted a bright white light...
"Huh, it's this kind of light-type guarding the barrier again...Do you really think that something like a tortoise shell can stop me?"
Roddy sneered, and then he moved!
He seemed to only flickered in place, and he seemed to have just taken a step.
But just such a step, he stepped a few meters, and suddenly flashed in front of the elder!
The white guardian enchantment of the Light Element could not stop him, and he walked in casually!
Both the elder and Corsican VI had a terrible look, staring at Roddy incredible!
impossible!
Even if it is a domain expert, it is impossible to break through this kind of barrier so easily! !
Roddy's body flickered again, and suddenly he seemed to be tightly pressed against the elder's face. He almost leaned forward to the tip of the elder's nose with a sneer on his face.
"I forgot to tell you, I have the body of the magic dragon! Any light magic spell, unless you reach the realm level, otherwise, for..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Immunity!"
A black flame burst out of his hand.
With a swish, it pierced the elder's body like a black dragon.
The elder screamed and fell to the ground fiercely after being pierced. A black spear was inserted into his body, and the black flames silently burned his body...and his soul!
"Dracula's Spear!!" The pope changed his expression as if he had seen a ghost: "So you took it!"
Roddy took a step and held the spear.
This kind of magic weapon of the blood race is really powerful. The flesh and blood of the pierced elder quickly dried up, as if all the flesh and blood had been sucked up by this magic weapon that even the gods cursed, and quickly turned into a corpse!
Roddy drew his spear and looked at the Pope with a smile: "You used this spear to plot against Mr. Qiu, now...I will give it back to you!"