My first confrontation with these ascetics ended in my complete failure. I looked at the fiery energy that turned into sparks, and my face felt like it was burned by fire, and it hurts so much.

The whistling wind and shouts of killing from all directions made me shudder. After coming back to my senses, I was still on the battlefield!

The whistling, dull sound like the sound of the wind came from several nail hammers that were shining with cold light. Between them, there was a shackle that had been turned and was coming in a fierce circle.

I hurriedly rushed to the side and avoided the attacks of these ascetics. The danger of the battlefield was revealed in front of me again. Almost as soon as I left the ground, my heavy shackles fell to the spot. These ascetics looked thin, but their strength was quite strong. As soon as they shackles fell, gravels splashed and bricks flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the retreat to the side, I held the broken steel again and carefully stared at the several ascetic monks surrounding me.

The failure of the strongest rune technique is a big blow to me. Of course, the situation has not reached the worst level. If I was right, no matter how powerful these golden divine powers are, like their compatriots, the holy sword in my hand is their natural nemesis.

But in this way, I had to devote myself to the fierce hand-to-hand combat, which was not a good thing. Although I had learned some sword skills from the Valenians, it was impossible for me to deal with a group of elite hand-to-hand combat soldiers alone.

But the situation could not allow me to make more plans. Screams kept coming, and the situation on the entire wall was almost a one-sided massacre!

Those brave young men had no choice but to use these damn shields, and the monks had to gently wave their maces or shackles, and there was a bloody corpse on the ground.

I must kill these ascetics in front of me as soon as possible so that the soldiers know that we still have hope.

"kill!"

I held the broken steel in both hands and rushed towards the ascetic monk closest to me with murderous intent on my face. The green energy kept emerging from the void, lingering on me. Although I could not use rune art to kill people, the rune art could never do just kill people.

"clang!"

The sound of weapons colliding came from right in front of me. I stared coldly at the ascetic monk who fought with me. He looked only twenty years old, but his melee skills were extremely exquisite. Under the bald head that looked no different from others, there was a blurred face stained with blood.

But I still saw his brown eyes and the fanatical fighting spirit that emerged from the depths of those eyes.

The broken steel in my hand suddenly pressed down, and the tip of the sword cut towards his shoulder. The monk seemed to have thought of something and showed a disdainful smile. The mace in his hand ignored my sword and smashed it directly into my head.

I looked at the two nail-headed hammers coldly. His attack speed was much slower than me. Before the two nail-headed hammers hit my head, my sword would directly remove his right arm.

I looked at the ridicule and contempt in his eyes, and sneered twice in my heart. With a slight force in my hand, the speed of the steel-breaking downwards instantly increased a lot.

He shook his head, as if he wanted to speak, but suddenly he was frightened by the change in front of him and changed his face. The golden shield was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of Duangang, without any sound or any broken shield. Duangang easily cut into the shield, as if things should have been like this.

In his horrified gaze, I pressed down the broken steel with force to cut off the fine steel. The sword body that fought against Mitsunian seemed to be performing some ancient art. It was just a casual stroke on his shoulder and his entire right arm fell down and fell heavily to the ground.

The mace collided with the floor, making a crisp clanging sound, as if awakened by this sound. The flesh and blood in the broken arm finally remembered his duties. Blood splattered out along the wound. The monk could no longer hold it in, and let out a miserable howl that made people's hair stand on.

I frowned, and Duangang deflected the momentum to the lower right, chopped his robe, and turned his whole body from his waist into two sections.

"You! How could you be!" The monk lying on the ground did not die immediately. He stared at me with wide eyes, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he had seen some terrifying evil demon.

The screams of my companions attracted the attention of many ascetic monks on the protective wall. The eyes of the people who were originally responsible for surrounding me turned red, and the eyes they cast were as fierce as wild beasts that wanted to eat people.

"Come on!" I laughed loudly, pulled back, raised Duangang over my shoulder, and looked like I was about to stab forward, and my eyes swept back and forth between the monks.

There were four monks who surrounded me, three holding two maces and one holding a flail. They stared at me fiercely, but stayed ten steps away, and they were still exchanging eyes before.

I twitched impatiently, I didn't have time to wait for them to discuss before taking the initiative to attack. I had to attract all the monks' attention.

Since you don’t come to attack, I have to fight!

I held the broken steel flat and took a slight rushing under my feet, and rushed towards the ascetic monk holding the shackles, which were short and blunt as close-fitting weapons, with great force and a large control range, which poses greater threat to me. The monk holding the shackles naturally became my primary target.

I raised my head and walked forward. Only the monks with panic in my sight were left with some panic. The armor on my body touched each other, and it made a banging sound due to high-speed movement, which sounded like some kind of music with a special charm.

The monk looked at me and raised his shackles in panic. After being strengthened by natural laws, the hammer head hit my head like a meteor.

Several monks next to them also raised their maces, shouting slogans that I couldn't understand, and came to me from the side.

Under its own weight, the shackles are extremely fierce. At least the Morion helmet on my body will definitely not be able to resist this powerful and heavy blow. If I hit it head-on, my head will have to bloom.

After less than a second of brief thought, I made a choice. The rune shield might block the shackle. But I didn't want to expose it here.

So I went to the side and avoided the whistling hammer head. Looking at the steel giant beast that hit the ground and raised a large circle of smoke and dust, I was even more glad that I made the right decision. Judging from this power, the rune shield may not completely offset the huge force.

It is not without any harm to go to the side. The charge I had done in one go had such a short delay, which was destined to be as powerful as I expected.

But this is not a big problem. With the help of wind energy, I quickly approached the shackles monk.

He raised a heavy kite shield composed entirely of divine power like a magic trick. I looked at his confident expression, sneered, and raised his sword to meet him.

As a result, there was no doubt that in front of Duan Gang, all the divine power melted quickly like ice and snow encountered fire. The monk stared at his left hand blankly, as if he couldn't believe everything he saw.

I sneered, and my hand broke steel mercilessly stroked his neck. A head covered in blood and wide-eyed eyes fell to the ground. A headless corpse that was constantly oozing blood was falling on the ground.

"Damn evildoer! You must die!"

Angry shouts sounded from behind me. As soon as he finished speaking, I felt that I was hit by heavy objects in the back. The green shield instantly emerged from my body. Although I couldn't see it, I guess the shield on my back must have been like a storm.

Some unresolved force penetrated into my body through the shield. Fortunately, the force was not too heavy. I just coughed twice and drove away the influence.

I turned my head to look at the three ascetic monks who were a little stunned, raised the broken steel with a grim smile, and pierced a guy's heart with a sword. This is why I hate these guys holding blunt objects! No matter what kind of protection it is, it is difficult to completely resolve the blunt objects' blow.

The successive deaths finally attracted the attention of the ascetics army. I saw a ascetic monk who looked like a leader and looked at me coldly, then whispered a few instructions to the monks beside him. Most of the ascetics surrounded me, leaving only a dozen people besieging the remaining fifty sword and shield soldiers.

I looked at the ascetic monks who were full of murderous intent and rushed towards me with weapons, and looked at the two bald heads who were scared into fools in front of me. A question suddenly came to my mind.

This problem became more obvious after my shield was attacked, even if an ordinary mace hit my shield, my spiritual sea churned and my back almost injured.

And the ascetic who was hit by my fire javelin was not only like nothing, but even his shield did not collapse, etc.

I looked at the two people in front of me, and my eyes suddenly lit up. I finally thought about what the problem was!

The natural laws of this world are powerful. Even the so-called divine power, the so-called spiritual power of runes, the so-called magic power of the mages, the so-called magic power of the knights, and the so-called power of faith by the priests, cannot transcend this law and exist alone.

Now there is such a magical technique that seems to violate the rules. This is absolutely impossible. If the monks in the Inquisition Court were so powerful, they would have been invincible!

When all the wrong answers were excluded, the only correct one appeared clearly in front of me. These shields came from some object on these monks, and were objects that everyone had!

All the monks have things... I frowned and looked at these monks, and soon there was an answer.

Is there any other answer besides the thorny head ring above the head?

The first guess was confirmed here. I looked at the army of ascetics who were pressing towards me step by step and frowned. While there was still time, I had to verify the second guess that extended from the first guess!

This conjecture is very simple Since the shield comes from the thorny ring on their heads, it must have some flaws, such as judgments on attacks.

Thinking of this in my heart, I stretched out my hand to a monk. He looked at me and suddenly showed a look of fear.

I can't describe that kind of fear, that is...the degree I've never seen before, as if their foundation was destroyed by me. Even when I watched my sword destroy their divine power with destruction, they did not show such an expression.

I watched my hands approaching these ascetic monks bit by bit, and my heart was inadvertently raised to my throat. My fingers were about to touch the crown of thorns. According to the previous rules, the golden shield should appear soon to prevent my hand from continuing to move forward.

I looked at the panicked monk, looked behind me again, gritted my teeth, and stretched out my hand forward.

An unexpected sense of emptiness came over, and the shield did not appear. I looked at the ascetic monk who seemed to have been exhausted and slumped on the ground, and my heart was overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy after wave of ecstasy.

The armoured hand firmly grabbed the thorny head ring, and with a light force, the head ring came into my hand.

Looking at the monk who was slumped on the ground, I smiled and stabbed the steel in my hand.

As I expected, the golden shield disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Haha! Hahahaha!"

I looked at the thorny ring on my hand and made a smug laugh. Everyone on the battlefield was frightened by the laughter. Even the army of ascetics who were still moving forward stopped and looked at me in surprise.

"For Strand! Kill!" It seemed that God was helping me. Delk's voice came up at this time. He was wearing a large group of soldiers and rushed up the guardrail from the stairs.

Behind him was a large group of soldiers, and it seemed that Delk brought all the soldiers who could be mobilized.

"All Strand soldiers obey orders!" I shouted hard with my throat, "Their shields come from the thorny ring on their heads! The time is for a fight! Their shields cannot stop your empty hands!"

Everyone was stunned. A blank space appeared in the entire battlefield for one or two seconds, as if time had been stopped.

Then there was a more intense battle. The soldiers who received the order quickly packed up their weapons, and those who held their halberds and spears also threw them on the ground.

The entire guard wall became a mess, with baggage soldiers, guards, and wounded soldiers. Everyone stared wide, and with empty hands, rushing towards the monks holding weapons one after another.

Just as to set off this atmosphere, lightning suddenly flashed and thundered in the sky, and a heavy rain came unexpectedly.

The sky and the earth soon seemed to be hanging a curtain of water. The rain was tirelessly hitting the guard wall, and soon mixed with blood and turned into snow and flowed down the guard wall.

I have long lost my grasp of the battle situation. In front of me are countless monks and countless maces.

Many people call me Red Dragon Saren and sing my story on the mainland. I am indeed better than mortals, but I am not as capable as omnipotent.

At least in this overwhelming offensive, I quickly became irresistible and could not resist. In just a short while, I was hit by several nails.

"Hope, Delk and those guys can win..."
Chapter completed!