Chapter 1930 Draw Your Sword and Kill Your Own Grandfather!

Calm and smooth, almost invisible fluctuations swept across, the black-robed caster screamed, and many parts of his body turned into blood. The situation was so miserable that even Balbo and Illidan subconsciously stood up in fear——

This lethality is too terrifying!

The other party is a legend! What a legend! With one blow, it became like this. What's even more frightening is that even after several consecutive legendary-level healing spells, it couldn't be brought back at all!

If you can kill that legend, there is a possibility of killing them. Not to mention, the fluctuations of this spell are so subtle that you can miss them if you don't pay attention!

"Ah, the healing spell failed." Prince Rimel shrugged hypocritically:

"Sorry, sorry..."

Because it is a healing spell, the body's instinctive resistance will be relatively weak;

Because it is a brand new healing spell, the defense system constructed by the caster does not include it as an automatic defense object at all;

Because it is a healing spell that he has practiced very well and has treated many powerful people, so he already has too much experience on how to overcome the automatic defense of powerful people...

Of course, the legend is playing for the first time. However, as a legend, with a little adjustment, the attack effect will be weaker, and there is no way it can’t be hit——

Look, it’s hit!

Baierbo felt his head buzzing. What kind of healing spell failed? This is simply the instant death version of the healing spell!

Little Gretel, what kind of monster did you teach?

Fortunately, the monster is on his side. In the future, I only hope to be able to research the defense method of this spell, and hope that this guy will not use this spell to deal with himself...

Idian also felt his head was buzzing. But that's what's good about a warrior. His head is buzzing, which doesn't prevent him from wielding the moon blade and fighting with the paladin.

On the other side, Frederick the Sword Master also came to kill, the golden sword energy roaring in all directions, and no one except the legend of the fighting class could get in within a few dozen meters.

Even Baierbo and the legendary priest of the Glorious Holy See were forced to retreat to one side and distance themselves. Baierbo sneered slightly:

Legendary mages are not afraid of long distances. For mages, a distance of more than a hundred meters is the same as nothing. It's you, that unlucky legendary caster. Are you still able to heal him?

Well, for a legendary spellcaster, it is indeed enough. However, if you want precise treatment, I'm afraid it's out of reach...

He was calm and calm. Speaking of which, Prince Rimel's mutant healing technique is not without its benefits, at least the movement is small enough.

The small fluctuation of the spell makes it easy to hide it from people who are investigating from a distance. If it is hidden from the investigators, it is not easy to alert the Holy See and let them send a large number of legendary support.

Fight quickly, finish the fight quickly, and retreat quickly——

Baierbo held his breath and concentrated, and the spells came out like a wave. Trap, control, and prohibit teleportation, making it impossible for the other party's caster to escape even if they want to, and unable to send a message if they want to.

Then, he stretched out his finger and saw four fireballs squeezing from all sides. In the center of the fireball, a ring of white light opened and fell upside down, protecting the priest in the middle.

The white light shimmered and fluctuated, breaking through the fireball and sweeping away the flames. Prince Rimmer cursed and moved away, but his body was still illuminated, wisps of black air floated out, and the black cloak on his body was in tatters, like a beggar.

Baierbo was confident and smiled softly:

Very good, the opponent has already propped up this legendary level defensive shield, and it has been stretched a bit too much——

The nine-ring spell will naturally be eliminated if it is swept away by this legendary defense. However, your defensive shield seems to be unable to move, right?

Next, it’s time for me to bomb!

Four against three, calculated mentally but not intentionally, one of them has already been killed. If we don’t win this battle, there will be no justice!

"Iudian, you go to help over there. Your Royal Highness, you cooperate with His Excellency Frederick to kill that soldier. I will do this here..."

He directed methodically. Udian responded and walked away:

At this point, Little Grete's side should have already started, right?

Although there is Ms. Servilia sitting there, Ms. Servilia is just an ancient tree in the final analysis. The defense is strong, but the attack is always a bit weak, cough.

If the opponent comes to attack with a powerful legendary attack, Ms. Servilia can only barely protect everyone, but she probably won't be able to fight back. Three versus two here is enough, I'll rush over!

He disappeared on the battlefield, and Prince Rimmer, who was left behind, muttered and disappeared with a snap. There are three enemies on the opposite side, two of them are from the Glory Holy See. They clearly know that their power can restrain me, and they insist on keeping me here...

He was sneaky and threw the instant-death treatment spell several times in succession. However, the flames flowed from the paladin's body and woven into a pure white armor. The instant-death treatment spell did not take effect several times.

Prince Rimmer snorted, raised his hand and pointed at the black raindrops, one by one, and hit the paladin on the head:

fever!

Shiver!

Redness and swelling!

nausea!

confusion!

Blind...

Various negative states are brushed up in turn. This is the spell that our vampires are best at. I can’t believe that after several consecutive rounds, you can’t hit any of them! ! !

Frederick the Swordsman played extremely restrained. But over there at the hunting ground where Udian rushed to help, there was another scene:

[White Wolf] William was dying and lying under a leafy tree. [Big Bear] Albery was limping with one arm hanging around his neck, supporting his brother, his face full of grief and anger.

Sitting or lying on the carpet next to them, there were a group of high-level and mid-level knights leaning on them. Some of them couldn't even wear armor. The bandages wrapped their whole bodies into mummies with blood stains on them.

On both sides of the knights, standing or sitting, were accompanied by a group of servants, low-level knights, and several barbarian warriors. The weapons in their hands were almost full of water. They raised them several times and had to put them down several times.

Linus Askan held a simple long sword in his hand, stood in front of his grandfather, and pointed at Lenny Franco, who was ten meters away:

"I will not give this sword to you! I am a descendant of the Askan family, and I am qualified to master the family's divine sword - if you take one more step forward, I will swing the sword!"

"It's useless for you to swing your sword. You haven't reached the level of Sky Knight yet, and you can't swing the Sword of Conquest at all - if you barely manage to swing this sword, it will suck your life and soul dry." Lenny Franco He sighed and drew his sword:

"I also have the blood of the Askan family flowing in my body! Grandpa, please say something——

As long as you pass this sword to me, as long as you recognize me as the next head of the family, I guarantee that no one here will die, and Your Excellency Conrad will heal everyone's injuries..."

"Why are you telling them this! Lenny, draw your sword!!!"