Chapter 27 Monroe

The short spear is dazzling, and some kind of magic that Bishop Monroe doesn't know much about is attached to it.

He guessed that it was the head, that is, the former lord of Pompeidecar, who had cast mysterious magic on it. Magic, a suffocating fear flashed in his mind. Everything around this, the terrible doomsday, dead people, roaring demons, golden eyes are all masterpieces of magic. At this moment, how eager he is that he should stay in the magical desert, the city-state of Qianhu, instead of being in the thirsty sand sea on the noise of evil magic. It's like an old magic monster, devouring everyone's life to bury him.

Bishop Monroe saw his former subordinate - now the devil's priest, wearing dark red horny scales and a monster with big eyes - a silver light in the other party's eyes zoomed rapidly. There was obvious fear in the priest's eyes and face, and there were no other emotions, only the purest fear and despair. Infinite pleasure suddenly came into his heart. Have a good taste, and you should also have a good taste of my pain! He shouted in his heart and raised his short spear.

The silver arc crossed - he didn't like the cold light, but the silver light was always more red blood, and more pleasing than the gloomy dark gold - a string of stinky blood splashed out and flew high into the sky, like tiny rubies against the sky fire. The priest covered his throat and fell down in disbelief. Monroe licked the corners of his mouth, which was rotten, sticky and disgusting.

Bishop Monroe clenched the increasingly brilliant spear, and the words of the head echoed in his ear: "You will use it." He said. It seems that this has been expected for a long time. However, no matter what he knows, he doesn't know why the prophetic city owner fell into such a situation and predicted his end. He is now extremely grateful to the other party. I will mourn for you after death. He silently swore a grand memorial. And now is the beginning.

Another priest rushed straight to the bishop angrily. Sharp fingertips, open crab mouth, hateful eyes. Monroe lost his mind for a moment. He was at a loss and didn't know whether he should dodge or attack. The cowardly instinct made him escape, his claws tore open his clothes, and smashed the bishop's robe, revealing his drooping belly full of fat. A wound passed through his waist, and blood gushed out. But he hardly felt any pain. It must have been full of fat that saved my life. He thought awkwardly and stumbled up.

The priest screamed and rushed again. Several other priests were busy maintaining their spells and communicating and praying with the so-called gods. Monroe was glad that this group of fanatics were inaud. This time, Monroe easily dodged the priest's attack. This guy can only do this trick over and over again? It seems that the devil is a fool, just like a beast. When he thought so, he was sure. When the other party rushed again, he hid to the left and handed out the short spear straight. The priest watched himself hit the tip of the spear. He is like a pagan nailed by a spear, hanging at the other end of the spear. The priest held the short spear with both hands and gasped in pain. His back spread bright red, and blood gushed out of the front wound. Monroe was fierce and stabbed in again. This time, the priest stopped screaming. His big eyes dimmed and his hands drooped.

Well done. He said to himself that you haven't forgotten how to kill the enemy.

"Take the pointed end to stab others." The mercenary said to him when he was young. He found that he had never forgotten.

It is undeniable that he is old and becomes cowardly and incompetent, but the short spear is sharper than any weapon he has ever seen, and it can take his life, which is enough. So he rushed to another priest.

Two. He ran through the body of the dead priest and thought that it was enough.

Monroe found that his guilt and self-reproach receded like a tide. A sense of relief permeated his whole body, and he felt as if he was going to fly. As recorded in the ancient books left by the Age of Miracles, the refreshing happiness of ascending to the Kingdom of God made him no longer fear. In front, the priests stopped praying and turned to him.

However, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

The bishop jumped up, with an ugly posture and ridiculous appearance, but the short spear in his hand was invincible.

The poor battle is staged among them. The priest's fighting skills are more unsightly than the lowest demons. They can only chir, bite and claw. One priest rushed at him, then another, and then all nine priests rushed in. Monroe immediately realized that his opportunities were rapidly decreasing.

Faster, faster, he circled the magic array under his feet, trying to distance himself from the priest. However, his body was round, like a meat ball, and the fat on his body shook up and down at each step, dragging his action. But the bishop obviously has no time and opportunity to hate his past pleasures. Choose one quickly, and you can kill one. He kept telling himself and then accepted his death.

A priest was right in front of him. It's you. He said in his heart.

He rushed over, despite his poor movements.

The priest's paw stabbed over, and his body instinctively tried to retreat...

"What is a warrior?" The mercenary asked.

He didn't know how to answer when he was young.

"I heard it clearly." The mercenary knocked on the ground with wooden strips and made a terrible sound. He said to a group of children in front of him, "A soldier is not afraid of death. Even if the enemy's sharp blade comes at you, you must have the courage to face it. One knife for another, he cut you, and you killed him. The wound will always heal, but if you die, you can't be reborn. A living warrior is the real warrior.

One knife for another.

One life for another.

The pleasure of relief drove him. Monroe greeted him, with his left arm in front of him, clenched the short spear with his right hand, and roared at the priest. The big eyes were full of fear and urged Monroe crazily. He was fearless.

"Those who retreat are doomed to die first." The mercenary's words sounded again.

The longing of youth, the wishes of childhood... Monroe thought he had forgotten all. It turned out that they were not lost, but hidden in the deepest part of his memory. When he needed help most, when he knew that he was about to die, they appeared again and were extremely clear. He regretted a little. What would it be like now if I left with the mercenary? Probably every day there is a battle between life and death, just like now...

"Those who retreat are doomed to die first." Monroe repeated the mercenary's words and shouted out.

The priest was scared by his power, and his claws paused and still caught a visible claw mark on Monroe's arm. The muscles are rolled up and blood is dripping. Monroe endured the pain and roared and stabbed the short spear out. The silver light was like a meteor, piercing the priest's chest. He knew that he certainly didn't hurt the other party. So he pulled it out crazily and stabbed it again and again until the priest fell to the ground. Blood spread into a watershed.

He gasped, and the third, the rest of the priests gathered around.

The bishop waved his short spear, but to no avail. The battle fell into chaos. He felt that he was the enemy. He was at a loss and didn't know how to wave his short spear.

The claws scratched his back, shoulders, and a palm-long wound on his chest almost opened his belly. The pain made him crazy, and the depression and irritability in his heart dominated his consciousness. He recognized another priest and rushed to the other party desperately. His claws stabbed over, but he only saw the other party's throat.

Fourth, he was hit hard in the chest and spit out a mouthful of blood; at the fifth time, there was no good meat on his body, and half of his face was scratched. But he still wobbed and did not fall down. The short spear in his hand - which had killed so many innocent lives before, and it should be full of hatred - was no longer cold. At this time, some force was injected into his body, and he felt inexplicable inspiration. However, just as he was trying to find another chance to fight for his life. He heard words that he didn't understand, and the tone was repressing. Magic! He suddenly realized.

Then an invisible pressure pressed him in an instant, tightly binding him, as if a big hand held him tightly. The chest was squeezed into shape, and blood gushed out of the wound. The suffocation made his head heavy and dull, and his hand was no longer able to hold the spear and let it fall to the ground.

He used to be afraid of death, but unexpectedly, when death was close at this moment, he felt extremely quiet. I hate your eyes." He summoned up his strength and spit out a mouthful of saliva.

The sound around him gradually weakened, and when his eyes darkened, another different voice sounded, which gave him a last struggle. He felt that the magic clamping suddenly relaxed, so he opened his heavy eyelids and turned his neck hard to look in the direction of the sound. Then he saw the light of purification as the head said.

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Those demons were finally killed, and they fell to the ground and twitched, leaving only the smell of the belly and internal organs on the ground. Crows, vulture and flies must love this place to death.

A demon saw them from afar and screamed to escape, causing a group of chaos. It seems that they are the unarmed civilians, and Leo and others are the great devils who take pleasure in killing.

"They must be calling mommy." Rosie sneered, but she couldn't even raise the interest of a light arrow.

Around the corner, the high platform on the square is close in front of you.

"Who is he?" They saw at a glance that the fat body was dodging the slow attack of the priest in a ridiculous and awkward way. The two sides of the battle are more like children fighting with each other, like young wolves biting their ears and combing their hair. Although, although... except for their weapons, they are particularly dangerous.

"Who is he?" Rosie repeated the previous knight's question. There are still living people here."

"He is the bishop." Li Ou told him that he was also very confused. However, why is he still a human being, not a demon? He presided over the ceremony. He should become more like a high-level demon.

"But why did they fight by themselves?"

The fat, stumbled bishop greeted his teeth and claws like a soldier. In their eyes, he looked like a mysterious, a fox fake tiger, and more like an octopus demon priest. They can avoid each other's claws in various easy ways. But for a fat man with more fat than muscles, it is difficult to reach the sky. He rushed up and exchanged his life for injury. Leo admitted that he felt some blood boiling, which had nothing to do with emotional likes and dislikes, but out of his desire for battle.

"I don't know why they fought. I don't know what happened among them. Leo said, "But the enemy's enemies are always friends. No matter what caused their internal trouble, as long as you save the fat man. Hurry up!"

One, two, three, four... and eight...

Li Omer counted. Another one died. Seven more.

Nearly half of the thirteen priests have died, and the evil spell he feared will never happen again. However, the bishop is teetering and hurt all over.

"He won't last long. Hurry up!" He urged again.

Then, Leo heard Monroe Celtic roaring like a burst of voice. He looked up and saw that the other party desperately recognized a priest and rushed straight over. The rest of the priests' claws fiercely grabbed his body and tore off one skin and muscle after another. Monroe Celtic did not stop his footsteps. He struggled in the fishing net of his claws. His fat hand grabbed a priest's neck and grabbed him tightly. The short spear of his right hand stabbed him into his abdomen. Three times in a row, Leo only felt relieved.

No one will laugh at him for his obesity anymore. He is a real warrior. Knight Tario said, "No matter what he has done before. They all deserve the title of warrior.

"Look at his weapon." Miss Bachelor pointed out sharply, "That short spear."

The short spear in the bishop's hand flashed with dazzling silver light, even making those demon priests dare not approach. Leo could feel that some magical power penetrated into the bishop's body, rejuvenating him and vitality.

"An evil spell." Rosie said, "I can feel it. Inspire potential and deplete life. Every minute of fighting, his body will grow old for ten years. Insidious and dark magic. But it's just right to use it here.

"That short spear belongs to the temple." The desert warrior suddenly said, "Once it was. It has a sign of the black sun on it.

"What happened later?"

"It was given to the lord of the city."

There is no doubt that this is another good thing for that head! Although you become that way, you can exert your own influence. That thing must have been tampered with. Rosie said. Leo would feel that what he did to that head was too humane.

The bishop should have turned into a fighting machine that was not afraid of pain, but a wave of murmur broke his transformation.

"Magic!" Rosie reminded loudly.

The invisible force bound Monroe Celt and squeezed it arbitrarily. Leo clearly heard the sound of the other party's broken ribs and saw blood gushing out of the bishop's body like raindrops and spilling from the high platform. He is dying.

They jumped on the high platform. The priests turned their heads - two stopped waiting for Monroe Celtic and rushed towards them, the other maintained the spell, and three guys began to whisper spells and prayers.

There are six more. Leo told them, "One by one."

He found the priest who performed the bondage spell and jumped up the stone steps in three steps and two steps. A priest tried to stop him, but was blocked by an axe, and the fierce cold light cut off the priest's hands. The priest shouted bitterly and rolled on the ground. Several other priests aimed at Leo through the magic exchanged for prayer. However, several light arrows roaring from Li Ou's ear accurately hit them and interrupted their spells.

A light arrow inserted into the priest's chest, burning his flesh and blood. Lu Yuewu, who was next to Li Ou, immediately rushed over and sealed his throat with a sword, which was clean and neat; the desert warrior's axe hit another priest's throat at the same time as the light arrow, cutting off the other party's head. The body with only half a neck stood still, sprinkling hot and smelly blood like a fountain.

Well done, Li Ou couldn't help cheering them.

The pastor who tortured Monroe Selt was stunned. He stopped the spell and looked at the approaching Leo at a loss. Hey, do you miss me?" Leo jumped up the last ladder, leaving only one priest. I'm the white devil, the devil's sworn enemy. He waved his sword, and the runes shone like the stars at night. The priest stared at him in horror, retreating repeatedly, saying a series of fast words in his mouth. Leo is sure that it is not a spell. Sorry, I don't understand your demonic language." As he spoke, the blade flashed, took a step forward, took two steps, and then suddenly waved his sword. But I want to say that my sword must want to kiss your head. The priest's head was divided into two and fell softly on the ground. Then Leo took another step forward and nailed the sword into the big hungry dark golden eye that refused to close. I hate your eyes."

There was a slight laugh under his feet. I hate it, too." The other party said weakly.

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Monroe lay on the ground, completely unconscious. He has used all his strength in that sentence just now. However, at this time, his heart was peaceful. The ghost that had tortured him before now laughs in his ear like an elf. All his self-blame and guilt have turned into clouds and become a relief full of pleasure.

I did it. He thought with relief that I would come to see you soon, my friends. He felt that the white devil was trying to save him. But he doesn't need it anymore. He wants to apologize to them and thank them again.

However, when he reluctantly opened his eyes, he found that the sky above his head gradually dissipated, the meteors no longer fell, and a golden door of the Kingdom of God slowly opened in the sky. The petals flutter and the fairy music comes. Is this my hallucination? He can't believe it. But a moment later, the Tianma with colorful wings appeared in front of him and rode on the Tianma without harness. It was the gods he had worshipped before, and he had wiped the statue for him.

At the last moment when Monroe's eyes were all black, he saw the gate of the Kingdom of God and a cold and ruthless huge handdown dark golden eyes.