Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 969 951. Suppression

The neck of the fighting knight was not cut off.

Instead, a sharp and strong spearhead was stabbed in from the middle. Finally, the flesh and blood that were still attached to both sides were torn off by the force of the stabbing, and the head fell off.

This is the efficiency of [Dragon Hunting] Onstein when facing the knights of war.

This legendary knight, who had enjoyed a high reputation since the Ancient Dragon War, only had a moment of entanglement with the war knight.

After a moment, he saw the flaw and struck a fatal blow.

The stamping sound of Wenstein's boots slowly came from the corner.

He lifted the dragon-hunting gun diagonally, and blood was still dripping from the gun tip.

Under the golden lion mask, the eyes were as cold as this snowy night.

A wisp of hot breath wafted out from the corners of the golden lion's visor and mouth.

Onstein's breathing rate is very steady, which shows that he is not only not tired, but also not impatient.

Sullivan held two swords and backed away cautiously.

Warriors like Onstein, who have experienced too many battles and therefore remain calm, are the type of warriors that Sullivan finds most difficult.

But now, even Wenstein is not the most threatening person to him in this city.

The mountain behind where Anor Londo was just now was blown apart by a single blow!

An attack capable of causing geological changes, even under the control of the Nameless King, caused a small earthquake in Irushil.

Even a thoughtful person like Sullivan couldn't help but be shocked by the movement.

After all, he was too young. Although he was known as the youngest and most accomplished magician, he was born in this decadent world after all.

He has never seen what kind of power those heroes and legendary figures who were active in the era of strong flames possessed.

Even Eldridge, who was complicit with him, was nothing more than a 'remnant' who woke up after being burned.

Many of the people present were similar to him, but Onstein was different.

He even once fought against the ancient dragons under the projection of King Gwen's Sunlight Spear.

"So, you're done here? Rebellious one?"

A cold question came from under the lion's helmet.

Onstein had already put the dragon-hunting gun to his waist, and pointed the gun head directly at Sullivan opposite.

This posture is terrifying.

Because just now, in front of Sullivan, Onstein took up this assault posture for less than half a second.

The beast he transformed with a priesthood was directly stabbed to death.

The dragon-hunting gun penetrated flesh and blood easily, and then golden thunder erupted from the gun, instantly destroying all the biological activity of the beast.

Sure enough, the next moment Sullivan's eyes widened because of Wenstein's figure.

"Dang~!"

There was a crisp sound of steel clashing.

Sullivan reluctantly raised the sword of sin in his hand, and with difficulty slightly deflected Onstein's thrust, which was too fast to react.

The tip of the dragon-hunting gun rubbed against Sullivan's shoulder, bringing up a fist-sized piece of bone and flesh mixture.

That was supposed to be part of Sullivan's shoulder bone.

But after the shot was fired, Wenstein suddenly pulled away, and then the lion helmet patrolled around.

The feeling coming from the gun tip was wrong.

Although Sullivan was indeed outstanding as a magician, the difference in feel between stabbing the phantom fake body and the real flesh and blood body made Onstein immediately distinguish it.

Sure enough, Sullivan, whose shoulder was lifted by the gun blade opposite him, quickly disappeared like smoke.

The Dark Moon Pope, who was already alone, could only maintain his illusory body while hiding in the blind corners of the building, trying to escape from here.

On the way, he saw the defeat of his men.

Those souls that appeared out of nowhere are working with the Silver Knights to suppress the rebellion.

The Silver Knights were still rigidly guarding the already meaningless mansion, but the souls were able to lure the equally rigid enemies there.

Sullivan could only watch as his works were cleared one by one.

Being eliminated by these people who he usually wouldn't even look at.

What kind of small roles are these?

An apprentice wearing a yellow researcher hat, a knight covered in thorns, a scimitar warrior who can at best use two-hand magic, and a female knight from the Kingdom of Twilight.

The messy combination can only be regarded as a passing battle.

Sullivan was confident that he could deal with any one of them within a few minutes, and most of the jewelry on his hands would not be messed up.

But now, he has become a lost dog.

Even when passing by these little people, you must try to keep your steps and breathing down to maintain your magic of transformation.

The gap between status and status quo made Sullivan feel like his heart was burning.

What exactly is going on? !

Why do the gods suddenly pop up with these characters? !

A mind disturbed by ambition can usually make careful and bold plans, but after encountering setbacks, it is difficult to calm down.

Sullivan's eyes were darting around, trying to find a safe way out.

But as soon as he regained consciousness, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was an ignorant and cold figure standing among the silver knights, wearing a white gauze skirt.

Princess Youershika!

His eyes rolled around for a while, and after confirming that the surroundings were in chaos and no one noticed him, Sullivan quietly changed his direction of travel.

But he had just taken two steps.

"Bang!"

A supersonic projectile hit his next foothold directly!

Sullivan's already highly tense body jerked reflexively, and the magic of the phantom body also failed.

"Um?"

Leonard was the first to react. He put away the staff that was releasing magic, and turned around and drew out the crescent curved sword from his waist.

Then there was a series of sword-drawing sounds, which was the reaction of the silver knights around Youershika.

The gorgeously dressed Dark Moon Pope suddenly appeared surrounded by a group of people.

Only then did Sullivan have time to look towards the place where the projectiles were fired.

It was the rooftop of an Irushil building, and the brick surface sprayed by dragon flames was still charred and steaming.

And a tall horse appeared on it carrying two people and a cat.

The elegant and noble horse raised its head, and the knight on the horse just lowered his left hand.

"It's our first time meeting you, Your Holiness the Pope. Hello."

Sullivan looked up at the knight above.

It took a long time before the first words were spoken.

"We have indeed never met. You have not appeared in Irushil, otherwise I would not forget it."

"That's strange." Lan En on the horse smiled kindly, but he did not respond to Sullivan's question.

"The Pope actually doesn't say hello to the gods he worships first?"

But under the papal crown, Sullivan's cold eyes did not look at Gwendolin next to Lan En.

"Now I only care about who made my plan go wrong, but I definitely won't be him. Because he is gullible, weak and stupid. Although he is called the God King, he is nothing more than that."

The Dark Moon Pope swept around and found that these suddenly appearing souls must not have come to help for no reason.

Although the death of the soul body will not cause the main body to die simultaneously, the damage will be great. Even if the soul body dies continuously in a short period of time, the main body will most likely die.

This group of souls must have been summoned by someone.

In this chaotic and declining world, it is not easy to gather the summoning emblem of such a group of warriors.

What's more, there are the huge flying dragons, the legendary knights of the Gods, and the unnamed descendants of the Gods!

If there was no one connecting these forces, why would they all appear in Irushil at this critical moment and tear their plans to pieces? !

Just to unite Eldridge and the bishops in the Nether Church, he spent a lot of time and energy starting a hundred years ago!

Why?

Is it just because of the ridiculous behavior of the Dark Moon God that only makes people sad when looking at the portraits from ancient times? !

Next to you, Youershika frowned when she heard Sullivan's naked contempt for her brother, even on her expressionless face.

However, Shadow Sun, who always pays attention to appearance and majesty, did not express much at this time.

He barely pushed himself up and stretched out his pale hand in the direction of Sullivan.

"No need to say more, I will not spare you! You are a traitor to God and a thief!"

"With all due respect, I don't need forgiveness from a weak loser like you."

Sullivan said coldly, and the Dark Moon God choked, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His condition was already very bad.

The Pope who judged religion raised his swords again, and his tall figure observed the enemies around him from a high position.

The great sword of sin ignited the fire of sin, and the great sword of punishment lit up with a deep magical glow.

Originally, Lan En thought that the two swords in the hands of the pope, who was known as a genius magician, looked fierce, but they were probably just catalysts such as 'magic swords'.

No matter what, it should be a bunch of powerful magic bombarding them.

But unexpected

"call!"

The two swords rolled into blades of fire and magic around Sullivan!

This is not magic, and the two swords are not magic swords! It's a serious weapon!

A huge long sword that would be difficult for ordinary people to carry, but Sullivan swung it like a wheel with each hand!

Even in this state of movement with extremely changing center of gravity, his steps were still stable and accurate, showing his superb attainments in swordsmanship.

Among the people surrounding him, Leonard was the first to be chopped away by the powerful and heavy Sullivan!

If it weren't for the Crescent Moon Curved Sword's speed in blocking, and the fact that his soul power hadn't been consumed much just now, he might have been cut in half right now!

Hazel was confused by the sudden change of the enemy, but it was Kirk who pulled her aside to prevent her from being involved in the spinning slash.

Sullivan was spinning in circles with two swords in his hands, his steps steady but long.

In just one turn, he suddenly rushed under the building where Lan En was.

Coupled with his extraordinary height and the length of the Sin Karma Sword, he can even threaten the demon hunter above him when he stands underneath.

But the demon hunter didn't seem to care at all about the powerful 'magician' who was approaching him with two swords.

He patted the velvet ball sitting obediently on Qilin's head and pointed in the direction.

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