Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Isn't this what is admirable and praiseworthy of human beings?

Even if he is just a foreigner, he has the responsibility to lead them to victory.

"Master Marquis, the enemy has appeared, as long as you pass through the square, you can reach the San Pol Palace!"

At this time, a mage who was temporarily acting as a scout sent a message.

In fact, without the mage's notice, when they saw countless pairs of blood-red eyes suddenly appearing in the darkness at the end of the square outside the palace, everyone knew that the enemy was coming.

"Keep the front door and keep the formation!" Ma Youfu ordered.

The dull sound of hundreds of metal combat boots stepping on the ground spread to the San Pol Palace, like a blunt saw, constantly pulling and torturing everyone's nerves.

When the distance got closer, humans finally saw the appearance of the enemy clearly.

Compared with those products of chaos that are distorted and disgusting, indescribable, and can produce a mental shock just by looking at them, the enemies who appeared in Paris tonight are much more "normal".

Their average height is more than 1.9 meters, and they are dressed in blood-red full-body plate armor. From shoulders to elbows, there are spike decorations. The overall style is evil and brutal.

The only exposed parts of these fighters are their blood-red eyes and their wild boar-like fangs.

Black Orcs!

The British and French nobles who participated in the Battle of Paris knew everything about these races from the mysterious southern continent.I was also deeply impressed by the bravery and bloodthirsty of these primitive tribes.

Now, the already strong Black Orc possessed elite weapons and armor no less than human knights, and it seemed that his mind was controlled by some kind of force, making him even more fearless than normal.

With a strange roar, the black orcs began to attack San Pol Palace.

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On the Ile Saint-Louis, the ceremony continues.

Le Camus looked at the abyss leech stuffed in Henry VI's mouth, gradually bulging in size, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

"Two dying people, two valuable sacrifices... Anyway, I want to sacrifice them, but it's not the time yet, let's chat to pass the time." Le Camus glanced proudly at the depressed Bo Archbishop Ford, and Elizabeth, who remained calm, came up to them.

Pointing to the bloody right bank of Paris, he said: "Look, you two, what a miserable scene! Civilians are being massacred, and once prosperous cities are being turned into ruins. Faced with this tragedy, where are your false gods?" ? Despair, despair!"

Archbishop Beaufort seemed to have completely lost his will, and hung his head in silence.But Elizabeth retorted: "The Seven Saints will not abandon their people, and I will not despair."

"Ha, stubborn little girl!" Le Camus smiled contemptuously, "With my help, the magic ceremony of the Black Orc has been completed, and the gate to the City of Blood has been opened at the bottom of the Seine River. The God-given Legion will continue to come to this world, and with the military strength of Paris at this time, it is impossible to block such a powerful force!"

In fact, Le Camus still has some key information, which he did not tell the other party.

For example, the passage connecting the Mwari God Realm and the material world is actually not fully opened—it’s all because the idiots of the Herring Gang didn’t complete the preliminary preparations and exposed themselves!

In 1 minute, only ten god-given black orc warriors can arrive in this world.If this amount is exceeded, the channel will be automatically cut off because it cannot bear too much magic power fluctuation caused by time-space transformation.

In addition, the so-called "true god Mwari" worshiped by the Dahomey tribe, whether it is the ability and theocracy displayed by it, or the character that likes blood, killing, and heads, is one of the four evil gods of the apocalypse recorded in the seven holy books. : War scourge, very similar.

"Could it be that the influence of the four gods has expanded to Africa? Will other unknown regions in this world become the next battlefield where the seven false gods compete for influence with the four gods of apocalypse?"

Le Camus was secretly pondering the information he deduced from the Black Orc, when he suddenly saw the little saint biting her lip. Although she didn't speak, she had a stubborn expression on her face, unwilling to admit defeat.

"Stubborn fool." Le Camus didn't mind laughing at the little girl favored by false gods again.He pointed to the distance, which was the direction of the San Pol Palace, and there were cries and fighting sounds one after another, "The massacre has spread to the San Pol Palace, I don't see any hope of your victory The Duke of Bedford is dead, who else can unite a group of scheming vulgar nobles and fight for the fate of this city? It's time to give up hope, little girl. If you will crawl at my feet and swear to give up that Hypocritical and ridiculous beliefs, becoming a member of the New World Order, I can guarantee that you will be reborn wonderfully and see unprecedented scenery."

What a wonderful thing it would be if the saintesses of the Seven Saints could be persuaded to abandon their beliefs and degenerate into the cult saints that everyone despises!

Unfortunately, Elizabeth did not beg for mercy as Le Camus hoped.She shook her head, her eyes were extremely firm: "The Marquis of Lamanche can!"

"Ma Youfu? That foreigner?" Le Camus seemed a little annoyed as he recalled the many failures he had suffered at the hands of the Sires.

He was about to say a few harsh words, when suddenly a golden light burst out from the right bank of Paris, reaching the sky, almost lighting up the night.

The light source is in the direction of San Pol Palace.

Then, Legamus heard the roar of the Black Orc shaman in the distance.

The shaman who had been practicing in front of the skull altar just now and kept laughing wildly, would not have made such a big change if he hadn't encountered a huge setback.

At this time, Le Camus was guessing what happened in Paris, and he felt that the light in front of him was getting brighter and more dazzling.

"What a huge magic power, it can be transmitted here from San Pol Palace... No, this is a new light source. And it's not far away, it's right behind!"

He hurriedly turned around, and was immediately stabbed by the holy light to close his eyes. A weak but firm voice came from his ear: "You said two things wrong. First, human beings still have hope of victory. Second, Bede Duke Ford is not dead yet!"

Chapter 280 The fourth chapter Ma Youfu's scroll

Le Camus was so pierced by the pure white holy light that he could only squint his eyes. He dimly saw an unusually tall figure that was so weak that it was only an empty skin, walking towards him firmly and slowly like a mountain. Come.

Duke of Bedford!

He is not dead!

Le Camus was shocked, and hurriedly backed away. At the same time, he began to chant at a high speed, making complex spell-casting gestures with his hands.

With the thick force field wall in front of him, Le Camus was slightly relieved.

But he was still worried.

The Duke of Bedford came back from the dead, and even burst out such a pure and powerful holy light. Could it be that St. George appeared?

After thinking about it, he could only come up with this possibility.

A sage on behalf of him is not something he can match today.

It would be great if the Duke of Bedford could be completely killed sooner!

Thinking of the possibility that the entire New World Order's grand plan might be wasted because of his momentary underestimation of the enemy, Le Camus was extremely regretful.

In order to make up for his mistakes, he gritted his teeth and made a cruel decision.

"what!"

With a scream, Le Camus actually tore off his right arm!Because of the severe pain, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, his breathing was short of breath, and he seemed to be about to faint on the ground.

But Le Camus survived.

Before the force field wall disappeared, he slammed the severed arm dripping with blood onto the ground, and then used his remaining left hand to take out a glass tube from the inside of the robe.

Pour the liquid in the glass tube filled with the smell of carrion and sulfur into the soil around the severed arm, and Legamus ordered loudly: "Hands of hell, stop these people!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the blood that was still bleeding heavily from the wound on his severed arm, rushed towards the reverse cross, and then tore off the abyss leech that was almost full of the blood of his soul, and jumped into the Seine River with a plop. gone.

"St. George's cross cut!"

On the other side, the "resurrected" Duke of Bedford was abruptly stopped by the severed arm of Le Camus, who quickly grew to a height of five meters, like a living tree.

He condensed the last belief, will, strength, and courage of his life on the sword, and swung the most satisfying blow in his life.

The Hand of Hell, which could have rivaled a team of four adventurers with an average level of ten, and made countless people fearful, was shattered into four pieces by this cross slash, and then quickly turned into black ash.

The Duke of Bedford sighed when he saw that Le Camus had escaped and disappeared, and then walked to the two captives step by step, cutting off the ropes on their bodies.

"John, you..." Archbishop Beaufort finally regained his composure when he saw his nephew's appearance, and asked with concern.

"Thanks to the gift Anne gave me, I was able to pick up the sword and continue fighting at the last moment of my life." The Duke of Bedford took out a piece of parchment from his arms and threw it on the ground.

This is the remnant left after the magic scroll is used.

Last winter, when Anne returned from Ghent, she brought a gift for the Duke of Bedford: a magic scroll capable of repairing the body and healing injuries (see Chapter 176).

The Duke of Bedford saw that the magic scroll made by Ma Youfu himself was quite extraordinary, so he asked the court mages in England to study it carefully.

They came to a conclusion: this magic scroll contained some kind of strange, rare and powerful divine power, which could not only heal wounds.If used when dying, this kind of divine power can even stimulate the last potential of the body, producing some kind of effect similar to the reflection of light.

After the Duke of Bedford knew about it, he didn't choose to use the scroll immediately, but kept it. In case of the most critical situation, he might be able to rely on it to turn the tide.

Looking at it now, his choice is undoubtedly correct.

After a brief explanation, the Duke of Bedford said: "Although Le Camus was scared away, the danger is still not lifted. You must protect His Royal Highness until the reinforcements arrive."

After speaking, the Duke of Bedford threw a crocodile skin water bag in front of the two of them.

"This is?"

"I found this from the black orc's supply box. It's some kind of spirit. I heard Le Camus's conversation before. Since you have eaten some kind of fruit and your perception is too sharp to use magic, Then this thing might be useful."

Alcohol can blunt perception and reduce the thinking ability of the brain, so as long as it is a spellcaster—whether it is a priest who casts divine spells or a mage who casts spells, he will restrain himself and not drink excessively.

But now, this caster's "poison" does seem to have the potential to be an antidote.

After the Duke of Bedford finished speaking, he exhausted his last bit of strength and fell directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Elizabeth immediately grabbed the sleeping bag, unplugged it, and took a big gulp.

Immediately, two blushes appeared on her fair little face, her eyes were a little blurred, and she even hiccupped cutely.

"Heal serious injuries!"

Elizabeth shook her head, trying to get rid of the feeling of drunkenness, and then tentatively put her hands on the Duke of Bedford's chest, praying silently in her heart.

The divine power from Heaven Mountain returned to the body, and the warm and healing white light enveloped the Duke of Bedford.

Seeing this, Archbishop Beaufort quickly grabbed the water bag and took a few gulps of the black orc's favorite spirit.

Feeling the familiar force returning to his body again, Archbishop Beaufort hurried to the side of the reverse cross and put Henry VI down.

"Thanks to the Seven Sages, the king is still alive!"

After testing the little king's breathing, Archbishop Beaufort was so relieved that he almost cried out.

At this time, several New World Religion members in black robes slowly surrounded them.

They didn't know that their leader, Le Camus, had escaped. Seeing that the captives had regained their freedom and even regained their ability to cast spells, they naturally wanted to eliminate these two threats.

The Archbishop of Beaufort shielded the unconscious little king, and then picked up a stick.

Perhaps it was his nephew, the Duke of Bedford, who inspired him. The archbishop, who had always been pampered and never faced evil, finally summoned up his courage.

"Tangus, the god of war, said that he will give me thunder and tear the darkness!" The archbishop of Beaufort shouted loudly, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly flashed with lightning and crackled.

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On the other side, outside the San Pol Palace.

"This is No. 18!" Lahaier swung a two-handed giant ax that he was not used to, and chopped a black orc warrior diagonally in half from the neck to the waist.

The opponent's armor was thick and hard, and blessed by Mwari, but it couldn't stop the opponent's blow.

This is not only because of Lahail's superior bravery, but also because when the ax blade touches these evil enemies from another plane, it will immediately ignite a golden flame with a white flame.

The god-given armor of the Black Orc warrior, when faced with the holy flames, was like butter meeting a hot knife. It had no ability to resist and was easily torn apart.

Chapter 280 Death and Counterattack

The initial battle between the two sides took place at the gate of San Pol Palace.