this is my ark journey

This power...

He was stunned for a moment, and felt a strange energy, and those shriveled and emaciated corpses also appeared in his mind.

"Why is it useless?" The Pope was also stunned for a moment, he clearly saw the blade of light piercing through his body, this sword cut life and time, even if the 'Sword Master' Alinhard The two swords also have to become old, weak, sick and disabled.

Before he could think about it, the Sunshine Spear had pierced through the air, and the Light Blade had transformed into a solid body, cutting the Miracle in half with the air.

call out--

With a single shot, the thunder and lightning turned into a cage, dispelling the white and golden light in the sky, but the Pope did not disappear, and he stood up the staff in front of his chest, and then the great sword that was cut down knocked him into the air.

"How can a mere hundred years be enough!"

Ren has seen that this person has two kinds of powers, one is to move within the light curtain instantly, and can bring others with him, and the other is to speed up time and make the living body age quickly.

This is somewhat similar to Mostima's staff, and it is almost impossible to use it in battle, but he was unlucky and met Ashes.

The immortal will eventually die, but to Ashes, time is meaningless, in essence, he cannot be counted as a person at all.

Death windmill.

In mid-air, Ren brandished his long spear and great sword, blasting out the dancer's stunt with the body of a protoss.

woo-

The sharp blade was mixed with flames and lightning, and he slashed again and again, swinging away the light blade, knocking the staff into the air, blasting from a hundred meters to the ground, but after three strikes, he hurriedly retracted the knife, and a gust of wind blew it aside.

boom! !

The black lightning pierced the afterimage and blasted fiercely on the ground. Fyodor didn't hang up the phone. After throwing the spear, he clasped his hands together, and the shadow lingered around Rennes.

Give me a Debuff?

It is still a familiar feeling, but this 'country' is several times stronger than that of the tyrant, his speed suddenly slowed down, and his power was also passing away rapidly. Seeing a black shadow fall in front of him, he spread his right hand, and the black curtain grasped the long man like a tentacle. The spear slammed at himself.

boom!

A mushroom cloud rose from the ground, showing how hard the blow was, but the emperor just let out a 'tsk'.

The kingdom did drag Ashes into the quagmire, reducing his speed many times, but the gust of wind still obeyed Ashes' call and pushed him a hundred meters away.

This power has the power of thunder, and can also turn Ren into a fish in the water, deftly avoiding the invasion of the country.

"He is more difficult to deal with than the legend!"

"Well, my authority doesn't work well for him either." The pope's face darkened, even if he had prepared himself mentally, it was unexpected at this moment.

The Witch King's slaves were being mowed, the tower showed no sign of running out of energy, and his own knights were even more hesitant in the distance.

Ashes' strength was no different from his own, and he would definitely die if he faced the three of them, so why did he dare to stay?

"He's stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements!" The emperor had already given the answer, not to mention more, the army confronting the border might be able to arrive within half a day.

"Then don't let him succeed." The pope glanced at the ashes in the distance, the light illuminated the mountain, and his majestic voice echoed.

"Pope knight, charge!"

He personally urged him to leave the field. The Lateran Law is higher than the Knight Code. As the commander-in-chief, he has the power to force people to fight.

This side of the mountain has reached its limit. If the great knights headed by Danino charge from the field, can Ashes turn into six more monsters?

Be seen through.

Ren's eyes were cold. He could fight one, but he was barely able to fight two. If the tower was captured and then besieged, there would be no chance of winning.

"Hurry up, hold on for a while!"

As soon as the retreating steps stopped, Ren launched a countercharge against the 'Nation', and the strong wind was blowing on his back, but the speed was already much slower than before.

"Let's go together." Fyodor went forward without hesitation, but saw that Ashes in the charge suddenly stabbed the big sword into the ground, changed from rapid to static, and the sword and spear came close to the ground.

Thunderblade!

The golden thunder formed a sword blade more than ten meters long, sweeping away all obstacles, forcing him to stick his spear to the ground, like a pole vault, and his whole body leaped high.

Not enough speed.

Ren immediately judged that the opportunity was just an illusion, twisted his wrist, and swung the big sword behind him.

clang--

The Pope suddenly appeared, holding the gorgeous staff firmly, while the platinum light curtain was shrinking from all directions in the middle.

Space confinement? !

Ren felt that he was being placed under the hydraulic hammer, and the moving space became narrower and narrower. The shadows around him also began to change shape. When he looked up, he saw the emperor in the air sticking out his right palm and clenching his fist towards him.

Fear engulfs.

Like a flower closing, countless arm-thick black thorns squeezed towards the center, since Ashes couldn't arouse fear, then erase him from the physical level!

An emperor and a pope joined forces to besiege him. He really couldn't bear it. The dragon-hunting sword and gun pointed at the sky.

boom!boom! !

The ground was blown out of two pits with a width of more than ten meters, and the pressure superimposed on Renn's body suddenly stopped.

'Hoo hoo... a little too big. '

Breathing out like an arrow, even if he was mentally prepared, he can only say that his reputation is well-deserved, and the strength of these two people is enough to hit the god fragments.

"It's because you underestimated us." The smoke fell, and the pope walked out, brushing the dust off his clothes. It was very difficult to kill Ashes, but those oil bottles helped a lot.

"Too many corpses make people arrogant, but everything ends here." The emperor appeared on the other side, blocking the retreat.

Ren looked from left to right, and he knew that these two didn't stop talking. Leaving aside his own time, at least one life had to be exchanged, and he couldn't let the other person take advantage of it.

So he looked to the front, and the polite scholar was walking slowly. Behind him, the monsters were almost forming a sea of ​​people, crazily compressing the movement space of the Falan undead team.

"Let's end everything." The scholar raised his hand, and Renn had seen the horn in his hand more than once, but this one was not at the same level as what he had seen before.

The real Witch-King spin?

As soon as he moved his footsteps, the two people on the left and right also raised their weapons at the same time, and Ren stopped where he was, and asked with his mouth open:

"Tell me, what is the truth that the Witch King is after?"

The sudden question was somewhat unexpected, the scholar paused the hand holding the horn, and replied happily: "With a human body, devour the earth!"

Got it, God Eater, right?

Ren's eyes were dignified, and he saw that the other party put the horn on his forehead, unlocking a certain kind of huge power, making it reach the level of the pope and the emperor.

Is it really one against three?

The vision of the soul became blurred, and the concentration of origin stones increased sharply, as if a small natural disaster had been set off. Ren did not stop it, and there was no way to stop it. He looked around and raised his head high.

"I never underestimated you, and I never planned to solve everything alone."

The long white hairs fluttered, and the Pope, who surrounded it in the center, felt that something was wrong. Suddenly, he heard a 'buzzing' sound in his ears, and instinctively raised his head, only to see a few black shadows falling from the dark clouds.

boom.

A female knight in silver armor landed in front of Ren, holding a red-haired Sarkaz in her arms. The two of them were originally planned, but the second falling figure made the people present change color.

boom.

The skirt was fluttering, like a flower slowly blooming, and the pink hair splashed. A beautiful girl stood up slowly. She held a strangely shaped black long sword and curtseyed to the Pope.

"It's been a long time, Your Majesty."

The pope's face trembled, and his whole face completely darkened.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness Teresia."

Chapter 430 Seven Eldridge?

Just like a chess game, the two sides played against each other, the Pope correctly calculated Huihui's strength, but miscalculated his caution.

How could he dare to stay without a backup.

"You... have already calculated it?" The Pope set his sights on Ren, and obviously figured out the situation in just a few seconds.

The storm was covering the reinforcements approaching, otherwise, after he noticed it, he would have to kill this person first with all his life.

"Well, I sent someone to send a message when I left Wollenmud." Ren looked very relaxed. He broke free from the desperate situation at once, and the three people in front of him pulled out their big swords and long knives at the same time, faintly confronting the enemy.

"You really believe that they can catch up?" The Pope frowned, thinking that the ashes might have the power to predict the future.

Ren looked at him and nodded slowly: "I am very convinced."

This is a lie. He has no vision for the future, and it is impossible to bet his life on luck. It is just an ability that has been buried for a long time.

Teresia was infected with his breath, and Ren was able to accurately grasp the movement of the 'devil king', and judged from the speed of movement in the tower that he was coming in an aircraft. The next step was a simple math problem.

As the ability second only to 'swallow', Ren simply ended the topic, raising his spear and sword at the same time.

"Now it's four against three!"

"It's nothing more than ants." Fyodor took half a step forward, but he was too addicted.

As long as he is not killed in seconds, he can delay time. This is fundamentally different from a three-on-one gang fight. When he finished speaking, a giant shadow appeared behind the red-haired Sarkaz.

"You... say I'm an ant?" Shirter raised his head proudly, not at all intimidated by the other party's identity and strength.

Skadi was much more silent, with a big sword in one hand and a machete in the other to block the front.

"Your Excellency the Pope, let's continue the duel from 50 years ago." Teresia walked forward lightly, leaving a string of flame footprints, her body began to burn, and the afterimage of the flame also appeared on the black knife.

"Your power..." The pope's pupils narrowed slightly, and he took a deep look at Ashes, but the latter ignored him and charged first.

kill! !

Ren buried his head and rushed towards the small natural disaster. Since it was a match to fight, he also had to pay attention to choosing his opponent.

Regardless of Shirtel, Skadi or Teresia, they are not opponents of the Pope and the Emperor at all. All they can do is delay and create opportunities for Rennes.

If he wanted to regain the advantage, he must kill one person first. Rennes chose to use the Witch King's residual poison without even thinking about it. These dregs were firmly controlled by him in terms of ability.

As soon as Ashes moved, the people surrounded in the center immediately spread out to the left and right. Teresia threw herself at the Pope, while Stelter was more direct.

dusk!

The flames ignited under Fyodor's feet, and a pillar of fire more than ten meters high illuminated the sky. This could not hurt the emperor, but a great sword danced with residual flames and slammed fiercely on the thrusting spear.

Leap the waves!

Absolute physical strength, despite the weakening of the 'Kingdom', still knocked Fyodor into the air for tens of meters, and his leather boots rubbed against the ground. As soon as he lost the force, his body was filled with flames again.

"It's useless!" The black spear waved, and the thick black mist dispersed the flames. When she raised her head, a girl in heavy armor fell in the air, her long silver hair dancing like a fish's tail.

Divide the sea!

This is the perfect combination of the turret and the warrior. After the magic sword blasted the hunter, and the hunter rushed after the magic sword, the scorching air wave came from behind, and Renn stepped even faster.

He rushed directly into the center of the storm, and the natural disaster that could crystallize people within ten seconds had no effect on him.

With his vision blocked, Ren raised his sword and thrust it hard under his feet.

Burn the ground!

The sea of ​​flames spread to the surroundings, igniting the origin stones in the air, as gorgeous as festive fireworks, and a blurry figure was in front of it.

He is not tall, and his body of about two meters is still pure black. The origin stone armor is the characteristic of witch kings, but it is thicker. His head is triangular, with blood-red horns in the center of his forehead, and a pair of red eyes are shining With tyranny and hunger.

Four pure black arms, the palms turned into thin blades more than one meter long, it looks like a four-armed praying mantis, with thick legs and a tail two or three meters long, and the chest is raised high, and it is somewhat feminine feature.

"This is the truth you are longing for??" Ren was amused, not even a human being.

But think about it again, the ore disease turns people into monsters, and the residual poison of the Witch King who is actively infected can turn into something beautiful.

"This is evolution, getting rid of disease, pain, and stupidity. When the truth is obtained, one person can create the entire race, the perfect body that all researchers desire." Scholars obviously dismissed it, and what mortals can understand.

Its feet sank into the ground, and strong strength came from its legs as thick as tree trunks.

Bang—clang!

The sound of the ground cracking and the sound of the golden sword clashing sounded almost at the same time. Ren blocked the French sword in front and also crushed the ground. He lowered his head and stabbed the dragon hunting sword spear out from under his ribs.

Thunder gun!

There was thunder on the blade of the gun, and the golden residual electricity covered the scholar's body. The momentary delay made Ren take a half step back, and the burning sword slashed down fiercely.

Flame cut!

boom--