Chapter 318 Roddy's Revenge (Part 1)

The Pope was left with only one person, and the two of them had no carriages. They could only fly by their powerful magic. They only flew for more than ten miles, and then they saw a wide river in front of them from afar.

It was approaching dawn at this moment, and half of the sky was faintly white, and a red light gradually floated up at the end of the eastern sky.

There was no movement around, and only the river was rustling. The pope did not dare to relax his vigilance. He originally thought that he had divided his troops and asked a large group of troops to lead the royal pursuers away. He led several elders from the small path, but he was chased one after another overnight. It was obvious that the royal family was very clear about his escape route, especially now that he had arrived by the river, which was a good place for natural interception.

He took a deep breath. Under the powerful magic, a trace of golden light flashed in his eyes, and the surrounding gaze immediately became ten times larger. Within dozens of meters, the surrounding scenery fell clearly into his eyes. Even the buds on the treetops and the stones on the shallows by the river were extremely clear.

He turned his head and whispered to the elder beside him: "Okay, let's send the signal."

The elder Wen Yan took out a small red crystal from his arms, slowly threw it into the sky, and then pointed his staff.

With a sound of puff, an invisible ripples spread out, colorless and shapeless. This code condensed by magic can only be seen by people with profound magic, but ordinary people will definitely not see it.

It is the code of contact for people in the Divine Cult that can effectively avoid the pursuit of the royal army.

"His Majesty the Pope, here!" The elder's tone was a little excited and joyful.

Sure enough, a soft fluctuation of magic ability in the air came faintly from the opposite side of the river. Although there was no movement at all, with his superb magic ability, Corsica VI could also clearly feel the response from the other party.

The sparse magic spread out like water waves, and it was in harmony with the secret code he released from afar.

However, he obviously smelled something wrong.

"Why is it so quiet?" Corsica VI lowered her face: "Didn't you let them bring people to pick you up?"

He narrowed his eyes. Even though the river was nearly a hundred meters wide, the Pope saw that the temptation of the magic was unfolding, but there was no trace of human vitality across the river, but there was a hint of it...

A little dead aura!

The Pope suddenly exclaimed: "Not right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a strange rolling sound from the water above the river ahead!

Corsica VI could clearly feel a powerful pure power unfolding, which was clearly the most authentic and purest power of the light system!

Whether it is a magician of Roland or a sorcerer of the Light Continent, all those who believe in the divine religion practice the purest light-based magic. However, the power coming from front of him was soft and warm, without any sharp murderous aura, as if it had been sealed between heaven and earth...

The vast river in front of me was separated silently!

The calm river surface seemed to be cut by an invisible scissor! The slowly flowing river water suddenly stopped, and the river surface separated a gap about five meters wide, intercepting the river water, revealing the stones and land in the river land. It seemed that there was an invisible force that completely controlled the water flow on both sides of the river.

I saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the river, with long blue hair floating in the breeze, and the straight warrior uniform was not covered with dust.

His feet did not touch the ground, as if he was floating over. Only Corsica VI could vaguely feel that the pure light energy was emitted from this person!

I saw him gently holding one of his hands, a pure white ring on his fingertips emitted a soft light that was not dazzling. He walked slowly, and the rivers on both sides retreated...

This is obviously no longer the power of the world! It is easy to separate the river and let the river water stop, but not only has a slight breath of fireworks!

Corsica VI's forehead was cold sweat flowing like rain. He was familiar with the Scriptures and naturally immediately remembered the ancient legend above the Scriptures that was similar to myths!

Gradually, the man walked out of the river and slowly came to the shore. The Pope could finally see his face clearly. His face slightly darkened and he gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be you... I recognize you, you are the Marquis of the Empire and the Commander of the Northern Legion, Lord Rody."

Roddy nodded, his face calm, but his occasionally flashing eyes had a very complicated meaning. The deep murderous intent was not sharp, but it shot deeply on Corsica VI like ice.

"Pope, do you know? I have been waiting for this day for a long time..." Roddy's voice was not warm at all, and it was as cold as ice.

He slowly pulled out a strange scimitar. Every movement was slow and careful, as if he was afraid of a little mistake.

"His Marquis Roddy, was it that Abbas XI sent you here?" The Pope narrowed his eyes and squeezed his staff tightly with his hands.

Roddy raised his head calmly, but his eyes remained tightly on the Pope's face. His voice became even calmer, but this calmness made Corsica VI feel a faint chill in his heart when he heard it.

"His Majesty, do you know? I have always wanted to kill you a long time ago, and I have always wanted to..." Roddy said lightly: "So I have been waiting for this opportunity today for too long... I have also thought about what I would do if one day I could face you?"

A smile suddenly appeared on his face... What a terrible smile that was that!

"I thought I would be very excited, angry, and would rush to you desperately..." Roddy said slowly: "But I won't do this... because this opportunity is too precious... I will cherish this opportunity. Although I am so angry that I want to tear you apart immediately... But I still want to remind myself to calm down and be careful. I can't make any mistakes!"

He gently raised his scimitar and smiled, "Look, I'm ready, I promise I will do my best, no matter what, I will definitely kill you today!"

Faced with Roddy who was so calm and a little terrible, Corsica VI actually took a step back subconsciously. He obviously felt a murderous aura on Roddy, but the expression on Roddy's face was too calm...

"Marquis Roddy, I don't remember when our God Cult had offended you!" Corsica VI said coldly: "You are the Marquis of the Empire, and your future is limitless, but you have repeatedly made things difficult for us in the fiefdom of the Tulip Family... You said you wanted to kill me, but I don't remember that we only saw any hatred."

Roddy chuckled softly, his eyes were a little weird, and he shook his head and said, "Pope, you are very smart. Do you want to delay time? I tell you, the flame warrior orders you are looking forward to that opposite you will not come... No more. There are 3,200 people in total, and they all died last night! I promise in my name that none of them survived, and everyone died completely!"

"Impossible!!" An elder next to him roared: "Impossible! We have tens of thousands of troops in the east, you... you cannot sneak into the east silently and kill all our support troops!"

Roddy smiled slightly: "It's impossible... It's a pity that you are just a group of charlatans. Maybe you have powerful warlocks and boundless magic power, but in such things as war, you are still an amateur..."

Roddy gently raised a finger: "It's just a little trick! We just carefully revealed a little bit of news about your escape to the blood clan, and deliberately said that the time for you to connect was half a day ahead of the time. Just last night, the more than 3,000 troops you were receiving were ambushed by a group of blood clans. The killers of the thousand blood clans easily defeated the more than 3,000 flame warriors you sent to support." He smiled viciously, which was a kind of viciousness generated by hatred from the heart: "Of course, we also secretly put out a little strength..."

"I guess you have been chased a lot along the way, right? That's just to delay time. To hold you for a moment, I have time to kill your army..."

The smile on Roddy's face finally calmed down, and there was endless murderous intent in his eyes, and he whispered: "Now, I promise that there is no power belonging to the Divine Cult within a radius of 100 miles. Moreover, you, His Majesty Corsica VI, you have no elders and no flame warrior orders around you, so today you are destined to die here!"

"You... your dignified imperial royal family actually colluded with the blood clan!" The elder next to him roared out. He was extremely panicked and could only use his roar to vent the pressure in his heart.

"Shut up." Corsica VI suddenly whispered. His already old face seemed to have aged ten times in a moment. His eyes were filled with empty eyes, as if he shook his head gently, and whispered: "Marquis Roddy, you are indeed very clever... It is indeed very clever... But I really can't figure out where did your hatred for me come from?"

He actually smiled, but the smile was so bitter: "I can feel your murderous intention against me... Where did such a heinous hatred come from?"

Roddy slowly walked over, and he approached step by step, silently burning a golden Dou Qi on his body. The scimitar in his hand buzzed under the action of Dou Qi.

"I am just a helpless boy. I have been lonely and unkind since I was a child... There was a man who was very nice to me, like a teacher and father, who taught me a lot of principles of being a human being. He taught me swordsmanship, swordsmanship, the true meaning of power, and even taught me his unique skills in his life..." Roddy's voice became lower and lower, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "But you killed him, and you killed him under my nose! He destroyed his soul and even left his body..."

With a swing of the scimitar, a golden half-moon slashed out in the air!

With a whistling sound, the half-moon slashed hard at the feet of Pope Corsica VI, leaving a deep crack on the ground!

"Half-Moon Slash...you, you are talking about Mr. Qiu!" The Pope's eyes suddenly contracted and exclaimed: "I remember it! You are the young man who fought against the blood prince in Prince Barang's mansion that night! It was also that night that we got the Spear of Dracula!"

Staring at the burning golden fighting spirit of Roddy, Corsica VI sighed weakly: "I didn't expect that you have reached the realm of a swordsman... It seems that Mr. Qiu's disciple is indeed unusual... Hehe..."

The staff in his hand slapped on the ground and shouted, "Then come on, I am the most faithful servant of the gods, see how you can compete with the majesty of the gods!"

An unparalleled white light enveloped Pope Corsica VI. His face was filled with a sacred shinyness. Under this dawn light, his hair and beard were floating, like a god!

"Evil heresy, accept the punishment of the gods!" The elder next to him suddenly shouted loudly, walked forward two steps, blocking the pope, and inserted the staff in his hand on the ground. He drew a cross on his chest with both hands, and then the staff also emitted a rich white light...

"Hmph, it's this kind of light-type god guarding the barrier... Do you really think that this kind of turtle shell-like thing can stop me?"

Roddy sneered, and then, he moved!

He seemed to have only flashed in place, and he seemed to have just taken one step.

But in just one step, he took a few meters and suddenly flashed in front of the elder!

The white light-type guardian barrier could not stop him, and he walked in casually!

Both the elder and Corsica VI had a terrible expression and stared at Roddy incredibly!

impossible!

Even a strong person in the field cannot break through so easily and enter this barrier casually!!

Roddy's body flashed again, and suddenly it seemed to be tightly pressed against the elder's face. He almost fell in front of the elder's nose with a sneer on his face.

"I forgot to tell you that I have the body of the demon dragon! Any light-based magic, unless you reach the realm of the realm, will be for..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Immune!"

A black flame rushed out of his hand.

With a whoosh, it seemed like a black dragon pierced through the elder's body.

The elder screamed, and after being pierced, he fell to the ground hard. A black spear was inserted into his body. The black flames were silently burning his body... and the soul!

"Dakura's Spear!!" The Pope seemed to have seen a ghost, and his face changed drastically: "It turned out that you snatched it!"

Roddy took a step and held the spear.

This blood clan's magic weapon is indeed powerful. The flesh and blood of the elder who was pierced was quickly dried up, as if the flesh and blood of the body were sucked away by the magic weapon that even the gods cursed, and quickly turned into a mummy!
Chapter completed!