In contrast, those ordinary warriors without faith will feel dazzling and burning skin under such a glorious bath. Although they can still fight and their combat power is limited, as long as they think about the entire battlefield becoming a country of glory, Richard's army is equivalent to a level of weakening of the overall combat power, we can see the terrifying power of the Pope's magic.

However, Richard's face remained unchanged, and he still had time to look at the pope who had almost turned into a glorious ball of glory, saying, "It's the robe and the scepter."

Martin nodded and said, "That is the robe of the Saint and the Staff of the Light, both the holy objects used by the Lord when he ignited the divine fire, but now it is used by the Pope to deal with us."

"Knights, charge." St. Thomas's voice resounded throughout the world.

Ten thousand church knights rode forward under the command, quickly increasing to full speed, like a white craze rushing towards Richard's army.

In the sky, if the Holy Light had its essence, it had connected the Gate of Holy Light and St. Martin together, laying out another battlefield in the air. Nearly a thousand paladins sang war songs under the command of the Cardinal and advanced towards St. Martin in great strides.

In the sky and under, Richard and St. Martin were far fewer than each other, and before the surging craze, they were like a helpless island.

The hilarious angels were the first to collide together. They fought each other with the holy sword and the flames, and quickly entered a desperate state of battle. Michael became the core of the entire battle situation. His giant sword burning with golden flames would slash one Midalon backwards every time he slashed it.

The Pope's paladin soon surrounded St. Martin and Richard, who saw St. Martin fighting seriously for the first time.

The way of fighting in St. Martin was very strange. He didn't know where he made another heavy sacred book similar to the Book of Destiny. This book was nearly one meter long, and just looking at the weight, you could tell that it was no less light than a two-handed warhammer.

St. Martin kept praying, mostly making the enemy unlucky in a certain aspect, such as paralysis, or blindness for a short time. What's strange is that all his prayers were fulfilled. The paladins who besieged Martin often had sudden problems. Whenever this time, the huge holy book would appear in time and hit the paladin's head.

The power of the Sacred Book is extraordinary. If you smash it down, the Paladin's hard helmet will be deflated in a large piece, so the Paladin will naturally not survive and fall from the air.

St. Martin was whispering and his hands were not idle. He photographed the paladins on the ground. Seeing this scene, Richard felt a chill in his heart for some reason.

Richard was able to confirm that St. Martin was praying, not cursing. When he prayed, Richard did not sense any abnormal fluctuations in divine power, but the paladins around him had problems one by one and were then clumsily knocked down by him.

As Richard looked at it, he felt a faint pain on his head. The surprisingly thick cover of the holy book was covered with copper, and it would definitely be a good idea to smash it down with all his strength.

Moreover, after observing for a long time, even though he used his real vision, Richard did not understand the principle of Martin's prayer. Richard felt that even with his terrible resistance, he might not be able to stop Martin's strange prayer. I don't know how many disgusting effects would be entangled with him.

"You can't walk, and you can't lift your hands. This battle axe will weigh a ton. Although you are very handsome, unfortunately, you will have stomachache." After listening for a long time, it seems that Martin's long-term words themselves have considerable lethality.

A roar suddenly rang behind Richard: "Heaven, go to hell to confess your sins."

Richard looked back and saw an extremely burly paladin who was shaking a two-handed warhammer and smashed it hard at him. With the bonus of the Pope's magic, the power of this hammer increased by nearly half, and it was close to the attack of the powerful man in the Holy Realm.

It seemed that Richard had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his hand and use his arms to block the Paladin's warhammer.

The paladin shouted loudly, and his arms increased their strength, preparing to smash the little mage who looked very thin into meat sauce with one hammer. He had just killed an enemy. Where the heavy hammer fell, the entire upper body of the warrior under Saint Martin turned into meat paste with no original appearance, and there was a thread of blood hanging on the tip of the hammer.

Richard raised his right hand and blocked the hammer.

The paladin's eyes immediately widened, almost unable to believe his eyes. Richard just blocked it casually and blocked his hands with his arms. He even wondered if time suddenly stopped.

However, the next moment, the paladin knew that time was still passing normally. He felt that the hammer was like hitting a mountain. All the power he had just used was bounced back. The hammer then bounced high and wanted to fly out of his hand.

The paladin roared wildly, and his hands tried his best to control the hammer, and did not let it rebound and smash his head. However, his hands and forearms were bleeding, because he used force beyond his limit, causing the blood vessels to burst and his muscles to roll.

How is this possible?

Before the paladin woke up from the shock, Richard also exclaimed, as if he was surprised that he could still hold the hammer, but then Richard waved his backhand, as if he was swinging a bug, and with a bang, he drew the paladin far away.

The paladin who finally landed on the ground had completely escaped from the normal form of the human body, and the place where Richard pulled her body was deeply concave.

Richard stretched out his hand and took a war hammer from another paladin's hand, then waved it and smashed the paladin directly. The two-hand war hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms was as light as a toothpick in Richard's hand, constantly smashing the paladins one by one.

No matter which paladins are, they will use any method to resist them. As long as they are hit by the war hammer, they will be seriously injured even if they are not killed.

After smashing more than a dozen paladins in succession, the heavy hammer suddenly squeaked, and the hammer handle was distorted. It turned out that even the hammer itself could not withstand Richard's swing and was damaged.

Richard was stunned, shrugged, then threw out the warhammer and killed another paladin. Then he snatched his hand and grabbed another three-headed shackle.

Richard waved the shackles hard, and as soon as the ridge-shaped shackles moved, they turned into a circle of black light. Then a sharp whistle sounded in the air. He aimed at a paladin and was about to smash it, but suddenly a lightening light in his hand. The steel chain connecting the shackles could not bear the force and suddenly broke. Three shackles flew out in all directions, killing several unlucky shackles.

At this time, Richard already knew that the weapons of these paladins were not of high quality and could not bear his terrifying power at all. Now he could confirm that his absolute power was above Tiramisu, which was basically equivalent to an adult power dragon, and was slightly worse than the legendary dragon. Richard was able to fight with an existence like the evil dragon Tiamat, but he would still lose.

Moonlight has the attributes of never-destroying artifacts, so it can naturally withstand Richard's power. However, Richard found that when the power has an overwhelming advantage, it is still a heavy blunt weapon such as warhammer and shackle, which is even more satisfying to use. He now understands why the ogre lord likes to use warhammers so much.

A famous paladin was knocked down by Martin and Richard. Martin's speed of eliminating his opponent was no longer much slower than Richard, but the situation did not improve because of them, but deteriorated rapidly, and he was about to fall into a desperate situation in a blink of an eye.

The paladins seemed vulnerable to Martin and Richard. In fact, with the blessing of the Pope's magic, they had long become terrifying war machines.

In just a short time the war started, more than one-third of the hundred entourages brought by St. Martin had died or injured, and the cardinals on the Pope had not yet been dispatched.

Some cardinals have indeed decreased due to their age, but most cardinals have crossed the eighteenth level mark, and Cardinal Lufield is a legendary priest at the twenty-first level, with only the Pope.

On another important battlefield, three Midarren's defeated elephants have appeared. They have been injured in many places, and half of their armor has been dyed red with blood. Under Michael's leadership, only Raphael, the four jihad angels, were slightly injured.

At this moment, Michael's golden light almost covered the entire sky, and Midarren's red light was compressed so that it could not reach ten meters around him. In Michael's golden light, both St. Martin's subordinates and Richard's soldiers seemed in pain and their combat power was greatly weakened.

On the ground, Richard's legion was surrounded by tides of enemies and entered the most cruel stage of strangulation. A knight kept falling down with his men and horses, and his body was filled with enemy weapons.

Such a fierce battle was originally the strength of Richard's army, but now from the perspective of damage, Richard's advantage is not obvious. In just a short time, Richard lost several knights of construction and more than 600 ordinary knights, while the church knights on St. Thomas' side killed about a thousand people.

But you should know that Richard's knights are generally around level 12, while the church knights are between level 8 and level 10. This kind of battle loss ratio is actually considered a great defeat.

Under the influence of Michael's golden light, Richard's knight's combat power was weakened by at least two levels.

The hilarious angel is now the key to the battlefield. Richard snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed at Michael. More than ten blue fireballs appeared out of thin air, bombing the six-winged angel like a storm.

Michael immediately felt the threat and shouted loudly. The giant sword rose, and the sword was like the wind, and he actually cut off all the fireballs that Richard had bombarded one by one.

Richard's blue fire is definitely not that simple to deal with. Blasting the fireball does not mean the end. As long as the splashed blue fire is touched a little, even the powerful people in the holy realm will be burned and seriously injured.

However, when the fireballs were cut open, the blue fire flames did splash everywhere, but the sparks were swept by Michael's golden light and immediately dimmed quickly and completely extinguished in a blink of an eye.

Although Michael's golden ray of holy light was also seriously damaged in the blue fire, the pope in the distance moved. With a wave of his scepter, a large pillar of holy light shone on the six-winged angel, immediately filling his divine power.

Richard's face suddenly sank.

PS: Thanks to the new leader Xiao Yuanshan.
Chapter completed!