The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Hawkwood jumped up high with his horse and man, raised his gun in mid-air, and dived down.

His figure blocked the bright moon, leaving only the halo behind him.

At that moment, he was like a statue of a knight carved in the sky, like a resurrected constellation, like an descending god.

People only feel that the universe is collapsing and the stars are falling.

Under this power, space no longer exists and all rules are broken.

Li Muchen waved his hand, and a barrier of nothingness appeared above his head, covering the entire highland.

The spear tip pierced the barrier, layer by layer.

The broken shadow burst out with powerful energy.

The two people went up and down, just standing there, and together with this ancient highland and the ruins of the temple, they became an eternal still image.

Chen Wenxue looked at this scene. For some reason, he felt a little excited in his heart, and his blood was boiling and uncontrollable.

For the first time, he truly felt what power was.

Compared with this, the two golden knights seen in the Black Church were weak.

It turns out that this is the real knight!

Since the confrontation of power was outside the barrier, the people protected within the barrier had no objective perception of power except for shock. Only Chen Wenxu could sense the shattered void energy.

This is because there is a strange connection between his special refined body and the special halo and light armor on Hawkwood's body.

The scattered energy seemed to rush into his body, making him feel like he was about to explode.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and used the method Li Muchen had taught him to circulate the Qi meridians inside his body to dissolve this energy.

However, at this moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and many figures appeared in the void in all directions to the west. The first one had huge wings of light.

The bright beam of light from the west path came from the west direction and shot at Li Muchen at the same time.

Li Muchen frowned slightly, raised his hands upward, and the mana flowed on the invisible barrier surrounding it. Those light pillars shot on it, and the energy collided and dissipated, emitting dazzling and psychedelic light and shadow.

Joyce was shocked. As a former saint and fire thief, he knew this man. In the past, their appearance could only be seen in the murals and ancient scrolls of the Holy See. Like Sariel, they were the incarnations of angel wings—the holy angels of the Holy Angels: Azazel, Ariel, and Sanyan. Shah, Samael.

Of the seven holy angels, except Sariel, who was dead, only Einsberg and Kamel, who remained neutral, did not come, and the rest all came.

The power of the Holy Angel of the West, coupled with the King of Knights, is almost the highest combat power of the Holy Light Society.

Joyce couldn't help but worry about Li Muchen. Can one person really fight against the entire Holy See?

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. Hawkwood dismounted his horse and neighed loudly. The tip of his gun suddenly lifted up, sparking a ray of white light.

The white light shattered, and the holy angel was caught off guard, and his figure floated back from the air.

I don't know whether the Westerners' formation was destroyed, their power lost balance, or they were affected by a counterattack, but the white light of the other three was also retracted.

The Westerner stood up again and glared at Hawkwood.

One of them shouted: "Hawkwood, what are you doing?"

"When I go back to Saint Azazel, I am dueling with this Eastern warlock. Please, saint envoys, please don't interfere for the time being." Hawkwood said.

"He killed Saint Sariel and was an enemy of the Holy Religion. As the guardian of the church and the king of knights, you should work together with us to kill this man!" Azazel said.

"No, I am a knight. I should abide by the knight's code and maintain the honor of the knight. I will not fight with you." Hawkwood insisted.

"Give up your bullshit glory!" Azazel sneered, "Your glory was given to you by the Holy See. On the day you became a knight, you dedicated everything to the gods. Now, I As a holy angel and in the name of God, I order you to kill this thief immediately!"

Hawkwood shook his head: "Sorry, angels, knights have knightly principles. As the first knight, I have to set an example for all knights, and I must protect this honor."

"Hmph, do you want to betray the Holy See?" Azazel asked.

"No, I'm fighting for the Holy See." Hawkwood said frankly.

Azazel sneered: "Forget it, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. I have told Pierre a long time ago that human beings like you without implanted faith are not worthy of trust. Since you want to stop, then even you Let us also be destroyed in the wrath of the gods!"

After saying that, he opened his arms, his body shone with light, and his whole body turned into a huge cross of light across the sky.

The other three holy angels made the same gesture.

The sky immediately became extremely bright, and people could not open their eyes. The light was even more dazzling than when the sun was at its strongest during the day.

Hawkwood looked up, holding the spear tightly in his hand, and the horse he dismounted groaned uneasily.

"Leave these people to me." Li Muchen suddenly floated up and flew over the Acropolis, "Hawkwood, please help me take care of my friends. Wait until I deal with these winged birdmen, and then come back Duel with you."

Then he saw a black sword in his hand, and the sword emitted black light, which looked extremely dazzling in the sky full of white light.

"it is good."

Hawkwood said only one word, raised the spear in his hand, and drew a circle above his head.

Then the punishment of the gods fell, and Azazel and three other angels launched an attack.

The west cross light spread out in the sky, filling the sky and the earth. The white light flooded Li Muchen's body and the Xuanming Sword.

In people's minds, the sky is falling. With God's judgment, the whole sky is suppressed and there is nowhere to escape.

In this terrifying power, everything will turn into powder.

Above their heads, where Hawkwood raised his gun and drew a circle, a dome of nothingness appeared, like an invisible wall, blocking the falling sky and the light of the angel.

The energy gathered there, like Mount Tai pressing on the roof, getting heavier and heavier.

Hawkwood raised his gun, the tip of the gun trembling slightly.

The tall body pressed down on the war horse, and the rocks under the horse's feet began to break, and its western hooves sank deeply into the gravel.

Then, there was a loud bang, the earth collapsed, the huge columns of the Parthenon tilted and collapsed, and dust rose to the west...

People felt like their feet were empty and they fell into an endless abyss.

Hawkwood and his horse also fell down together. The barrier he had drawn failed and the white light in the sky suppressed it.

Boulders, ruins, and even flying dust were all decomposed into discrete atoms in the white light.

When the dust settled and the white light dissipated, the temple that had stood on the high ground of the Acropolis for thousands of years had disappeared, leaving only a rock wall as smooth as polished marble.