Abe the Wizard

“God's warriors, in front of you is the city of evil gods, where there is what my Lord must have. Today I will lead you into the city of evil gods, and may glory belong to my Lord!” The Mind fanatical knight looked at the 5,000 saints and nine fanatical knights who had been outfitted and ready to go, he said out loud.

“May glory belong to my Lord!” Five thousand holy knights and nine fanatical knights shouted.

Their voices echoed in the Isolation Formation, and pure white divine power erupted on their bodies.

A golden pentagram crystal was removed from the hand of the Mideast Horseman and placed gently on the ground, then the golden pentagram exploded and a golden fluctuation rushed around.

“God's warriors, we only have two hours, sweep the city of evil gods, go!” He stood up and said in silence, then waved his hand, and 5,000 Jihadist warrior formations swept out of the Isolated Law Formation in arrowheads toward the Battle Song City.

Ten miles away, for a holy knight battlefield with an 'outbreak’, with the addition of a 'energetic' aura, a sharp arrow shoots at the war song city.

Two barbarians on duty at the gates of the city are chatting. This is the year of divine light, and a month from now divine light shines is of utmost concern to all barbarians.

“Didn't your boy already arrive to participate in the divine light, this year?” A savage asked.

“Of course I did, and I specifically asked the captain to put my boy in front of me. The more he leaned forward, the more likely he is to be cared for by God and become a professional!” Another savage said proudly.

“I envy you. Too bad girls can't be savage professionals!” The previous savages sighed.

“Don't be discouraged, my boy will marry your daughter when he becomes a professional!” Another barbarian laughed.

“What's that?” Just as they were joking, the previous barbarians suddenly pointed at the distant dust and asked.

“It's the Evil Knight, send an alert!” Another barbarian looked at the armor all over his body, flashing a huge battlefield of pure white light, and immediately thought of a terrible name in his heart and shouted.

The two barbarians reached into their arms simultaneously, trying to pop out the alarm signal in their arms and prepare to warn the war town without any warning.

But just as they pulled out the flare and were about to launch, a terrible force of repression came through.

Though the Holy Knight was close to them, the forces of repression emanating from the battlefield had forced their two savages to repress them indestructibly.

“Brother, newsletter!” The first barbarian to speak showed a little blood in his eyes, and after barely saying two words, his whole body began to tremble.

“No!” another barbarian saw what he wanted to do and couldn't help but scream.

The barbarian trembled all over his body, his heart beating fast and beating faster and faster, and his eyes were getting more and more bloody, but between his eyes, his eyes were completely red.

Every pore in his body began to bleed, and blood gushed through his mouth, ears and nose.

“Ah!” He shouted, his body and feet swelled in a large circle, and his clothes were instantly strung up.

Madness, the special abilities of savages, can ignore all control for a short period of time in exchange for a short amount of fighting power at the cost of life.

Burn your own life, so that World War I is the last of the barbarians' abilities, whether they win or lose, they die.

The barbarian kept his body in front of another barbarian, a middle-aged barbarian professional, facing 5,000 saints, all of them middle-aged saints, and ten fanatical knights, who stood before their brothers.

Blood fog was dancing over his body, all the gas he had practiced since childhood, when it was released unreservedly, unlike the kind of release of the spell, which was the source of gas consumption.

He knew that he could not face 5,000 holy knights with his strength, let alone the ten more powerful fanatical knights in front of him, and that he had no choice but to constantly excite his qi and block the moment for his brothers through his own post-fanatical blood.

Behind him, another barbarian finally moved, throwing a flare in his hand into the sky.

The flare crosses an arc in the air and blows up, turning into a blood-red giant axe.

After the signal bomb exploded, the barbarian went up to the previous hand and embraced the deranged barbarian, feeling the loss of life in his body, and his eyes were red.

“Ah!” The nature of the mad barbarian made him go wild at the same time, and there seemed to be a power in the blood telling him that the barbarian only died in battle!

By that time, 5,000 Saints had rushed into front of their two barbarians, and the long sword in the hands of the Middle-fanatical knight had swung gently, a white light had passed, and the heads of two fanatical barbarians had flown into the sky.

“Ants!” The Horseman of Mead fanaticism whispered.

His eyes looked at the gates that were still in the future and closed, and he was delighted that, as long as he entered the city, it should be without any resistance with their strength.

At that point, two barbarians who had lost their heads suddenly blew up, and while the self-destructive power of the two middle-aged barbarian professionals was not strong, they also left a few more drops of blood on the nearest knight of Meadow fanaticism.

“Slaughterhouse!” The Horseman of Mead fanaticism looked at the noticeable drop of blood on his pure white armor, a feeling of extreme insult rising from his heart, and he roared.

Their action this time was simply to bring the totem pillars back to the kingdom of God, offering them to the gods, without accepting any prisoners, because the use of the Great Transmission Law Front to enter and exit the kingdom of God was consuming the divine power of the gods.

Without the failure of the Pokémon, the Mideast Horseman would not have been so crazy, but it was the failure of the Pokémon that, despite this opportunity to earn merit, he seemed to laugh at any saint and fanatical knight.

So when he was contaminated with the blood of two barbarian professionals with only intermediate divine powers, he was so furious that he felt disgraced in front of his new ministry.

Because of the size of the gates, 5,000 saints entered and automatically split into 10 teams, each with 500 saints.

Just as they rushed into the War City, a loud horn was blown.

And on the far side of the Tower of Warfare, there are savage professionals who are already using an axe to project at the Holy Knight.

But it's impossible to break the battlefield defense of 500 saints plus a fanatical knight, and the axe is easily blocked by the Knight Shield.

With a battle front of 500 saints, the ‘Holy Frozen' spiritual halo was opened by the Mideast Horseman, and on the way through the battle, the frightened ordinary barbarians turned directly into an ice sculpture after a fluctuation of white frozen elements.

The ice sculpture did not last long, just after the fluctuation of the second white frozen element, it turned into ground ice scum, the flesh was frozen, there was no tragic flow of blood, but it was far more chilling than full of blood.

Normal barbarians who do not fight back are hardly able to escape the 'Holy Frozen' Spirit Gas Halo, whether they are elderly, young or young, men or women, who constantly fall into the 'Holy Frozen' Spirit Gas Halo.

“No!” A barbarian professional was instantly frozen, watching his wife and children turn to crush the ice beside him, and the barbarians went wild.

Madly shouting, his body broke out of frozen ice with a mist of blood, his eyes red and his extreme anger made his blood flow faster.

Madness gained the ability to immunize everything, giving him the opportunity to wave his last blow of his life.

All his mental strength and qi were concentrated in this blow, and he developed his' knock out 'combat skills.

His goal was a senior saint nearest to him, who also saw this savage professional who wanted to fight back, and his face showed a hint of laughter.

It appears that the senior saint is ridiculing the self-defeating power of the savage professional, who used the knight's long sword to ‘sacrifice' his fighting skills and cut it off at the savage professional.

On the one hand, there are only middle-level savage professionals, and on the other hand, there are senior saints with 500 saints, all of whom know that the outcome is inevitable.

The knight's long sword of the senior saint was almost invisible to the shadow, then cut first on the barbarian professional, and the barbarian's body was almost halfway avoided.

The axe in the barbarian's hand had not stopped because his body had been attacked. Madness had left him feeling nothing, and life and death were no longer a concern for the rabid barbarian.

The only thing he cared about was whether the axe in his hand could cut the enemy, and he wanted revenge for innocent wives and children.

In a 'blast', the barbarian's body exploded suddenly, and just moments after it exploded, the axe in his hand was also cut off by the senior saint.

While the attack power contained therein did not harm the senior saint with the battlefield, the 'knock out' tactical print flew out of the axe and struck the senior saint.

The senior saint was not immune to the note 'knock out', and his movements stopped instantly.

And that was when a crossbow flew in, breaking the Senior Saint's defense and punching him in the heart.

Even with a 'prayer' aura, you can't save a high-ranking saint with a damaged heart.

“Lord, may you take me back to your kingdom!” The senior saint felt the loss of his life and muttered that his face was very serene and had no fear of death at all.

With the rise of the first pure white 'Light of the Soul', all the Sacred Knights had no idea that the first dead senior professional would be the Senior Sacred Knight.

Barbarians are not the most powerful professions, and perhaps in the entire battle system of the central continent, they can only be considered auxiliaries, famous for the status of other fighters.

But the barbarians are not a humiliating people, they are the best fighting people on the entire central continent, but because of the strength of the Wizards' Guild, they are unable to wage war against any country.

The barbarians, instead of fighting nature, have lived in this most difficult environment since childhood, working for their survival all the time.

They need to go to the highest mountains for snow water, the furthest grasslands for food, nature, beasts, and fellow countrymen.

They spent almost their entire lives fighting without foreign enemies, mostly against their own people, fighting each other in order to cultivate resources for their survival.

Because they believe in a god of war, an extremely warlike god.

Now, as a result of the invasion of the kingdom of God, they have new targets, invaders, demon knights who kill their loved ones.

Also a fighter who thinks of himself as a god, the savages, because of their frequent battles, let every one of their growing professions ignore the existence of life and death.

Death is nothing but a return to the arms of the god of war, so that you can leave this barren land and go to the rich kingdom of the god of war.

The Middlefanatic knight wielded a long blade of light and killed a crossbowman hundreds of meters away.

His face became obnoxious, and he never expected such a thing to happen, a barbarian city that he thought was almost captured, but lost just after entering.

It's not about the loss of a senior saint, it's about how savage professionals fight.

He was wondering who the spiritual warrior was, and from the time he entered this barbarian's capital city of war singing, all the barbarian professionals he encountered, without exception, used the same way of fighting.

This way of fighting in disregard of one's life, not to mention the Holy Knights, is a fanatical knight with a few more things to do.

Knowing that death without fear and active death are two distinct concepts, he can guarantee that every saint is free from fear of death because of the glow of the gods, but it is difficult to let them die voluntarily.

“Attention all, watch out for each other's suicide attacks!” He said in silence.

He broke the sword of a barbarian professional nearby who had been frozen by the 'sacred freeze', without giving him a chance to fanaticize.

But the next step is a mad battle, with barbarian fighters running out of blood anytime, anywhere, using 'knockout’ combat skills to go with the Holy Knight.

And the knight who was‘ knocked out 'would be struck by several powerful city crossbows as long as he left the battlefield's protection.

The Mind fanatics have also discovered a pattern in which all of these fleeting savage fighters are middle- and lower-level fighters, none of whom are senior fighters.

His eyes looked forward, and perhaps soon he would encounter a high-ranking savage fighter who had unleashed fanaticism.

The battle began to go into white heat, seemingly knowing the strength of the Holy Knight, so as the Holy Knight progressed, there was a constant mad roar, a bloody shadow rushing out, just to strike the last blow in his life.