Chapter 228 Pope Osman
Seeing Crown jump off the city wall, Watt's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly took two steps forward and came to the battlements of the city wall.
He wanted to call the bishop back, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only clench his fists and get anxious.
The metal man who had just gone down was summoned by the bishop, so he was not worried yet. But now the bishop had to go down personally. If something went wrong, he would not be able to explain to the other two bishops.
When the deer-headed spirit saw Clown running towards him, it let out a howl like a night owl.
Just now, the enemy was perfectly controlled, which gave it strong confidence.
The vines have wrapped the metal man like a dumpling. Its long hunting experience tells it that the prey can no longer make any waves, so it is not worried at all that the enemy will break free.
It raised its hands and began to accumulate strength, preparing to use its ultimate move. It wanted to avenge being killed last time.
In the last battle, there were many strong opponents of the same level, and many of its methods were not used.
This time, it wants to let the enemy taste how terrifying it is in its complete form.
The Deer-Headed Demon has already made up his mind that after dealing with these two enemies, he will use their skeletons to decorate his own body.
It can extract the essence of the bones of strong prey and condense it into a bone spur.
Crown's speed was very fast, and a faint sense of warning arose in his heart. This was a warning from his seventh sense.
His heart was tense, but his expression remained calm and he rushed towards the enemy at the same speed.
In full state, his attack power is much stronger than that of the metal clone, and his faster speed gives him greater flexibility and less reaction time.
No matter how powerful the enemy's attack is, it will be useless if you can't hit him.
The deer-headed spirit stares at its opponent closely, and when it finds that the enemy has stepped into its attack range for a certain distance, it immediately slaps the ground with both hands.
Large blue-gray branches exploded from the ground. These branches were covered with thorns and had two sections of damage.
The first part is an explosive stabbing wound. When the prey is surrounded by branches, it will burst out with vine-like entanglement damage.
An anthropomorphic sneer appeared on its face. All prey that entered its attack range after giving it enough time to accumulate strength became trophies on its back, a testimony to its powerful strength.
Crown remained alert, but the moment the ground beneath his feet vibrated, he jumped up and perfectly avoided the attack from underground.
As he fell from the air, he unleashed a storm of blades.
With the cooperation of powerful force, although the level of this secret skill is not high, its damage is off the charts.
He was like the main propeller of a helicopter, stirring up a fierce whirlwind. The hard branches that were grown with magical power were immediately cut into thumb-sized pieces.
Escaped? How is that possible?! The smile on the Deer-Headed Demon's face could not be maintained. It saw the branches growing wildly, but it could not catch up with the enemy who jumped into the air.
Klauen had no intention of attacking the magic totem this time. He wanted to see what level his real combat power could reach.
He wanted to let go and measure the ability of this deer head when it was in full energy.
He released the Blade Storm and spun again, clearing away the vines growing from the side and rear of the target.
Even if he ignored these magical vines, they would slowly disappear, but that would waste his fast attack speed.
When Crown got behind the target, he immediately jumped up, held the sword with both hands, released a charged attack, and then swung it down heavily.
The deer antlers could not hinder his attack. The giant sword chopped hard into the deer-headed spirit's head, and the sword body penetrated to the depth of half a palm.
The deer-headed demon felt as if his head was hit by a huge hammer, and his ears were buzzing.
It now looked like animal excrement, surrounded by flies.
The sword was stuck in the monster's head. Klauen grasped the hilt and used the force to flip his body into the air again, pulling the weapon out of the target's skull.
The Deer-Headed Demon was incredibly angry. No enemy had ever hurt it like this in a one-on-one fight.
It let out a low roar that sounded like a mixture of a stag and a bison, and large black crows emerged from its body and rushed towards the enemy.
These crows are also magical creatures that can peck at the enemy's vitality to replenish their own.
Klauen countered the attack and spun his body to release a storm of swords.
Before the crow could get close to his body, it was torn into pieces of meat and feathers.
Some broken feathers flew into the air and drifted far away.
At this time, the branches created by the Deer-Headed Spirit disappeared. Clown did not continue to attack. He flew to the side of the metal clone and released his secret skill, Cutting the Wind.
The sword shadows formed a light curtain, and the vines that bound the metal man were cut open one after another.
The clone broke free, and the Fire Cube took back the metal and threw it into the master's forehead.
The silver-grey iron-lead alloy metal essence covered the surface of his body, giving himself another layer of insurance.
Up to now in the battle, the Deer-Headed Demon had not hit him once, so he decided to use this monster as an experience pack to improve his skill proficiency.
Skills such as Charged Strike, Wind Slash, Blade Storm, and Cross Sword have not improved for a long time. He can take this opportunity to hone his attacks and combine these skills in an orderly manner.
Clown began to attack the Deer-Headed Demon continuously. The enemy was not slow, but he was always just a little bit short of hitting him.
He seldom used his weapon for defense, and was occasionally attacked by the enemy, but the enemy was not harmed in any substantial way. Instead, he was left with sword marks of varying depths on his body.
The Deer-Headed Demon no longer has the chance to release its charged skill, and Clown will definitely be able to interrupt it.
The monster was not in a hurry. It possessed physical strength far beyond that of any animal and was least afraid of a war of attrition.
It looks scarred now, but it does not affect its ability to continue fighting.
Gradually, Crown began to feel tired and his attack speed began to slow down.
The warm current provided by the Golden Light Spell has disappeared. He has been attacking for twenty minutes. The enemy has now lost one palm and half of his thigh. The source armor on his body has absorbed enough damage and disappeared.
He no longer wanted to fight, launched another round of wild attacks, and then quickly retreated.
After the battle, he was sure that he could kill the Deer-Headed Demon in its prime state alone.
Since the monster has the ability to resurrect, he would not gain any benefit even if he killed it. Instead, it would allow the monster to lurk deeper.
When the Deer-Headed Demon saw the enemy retreating, he thought that the enemy was exhausted and wanted to chase after them. However, his speed was much slower and he could not catch up. He could only pull out his magic totem and leave in disappointment.
Watt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the bishop jump back onto the city wall.
The battle just now made him terrified. Many times he thought the bishop was going to be defeated, but the monsters' attacks were all dodged.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
At this moment, Watt's heart was filled with reverence.
He realized that the most powerful military force in the diocese was the Bishop in front of him, who was even stronger than Bishop Fanny, who was said to be the youngest bishop in a hundred years.
The eyes of the soldiers standing nearby were also full of reverence. The Deer-Headed Demon had caused considerable casualties to the night watch troops before the city wall was built.
Even after the city wall was built, some comrades had their vitality sucked away by monsters and their bodies aged rapidly.
Now that there is someone who can fight against powerful monsters for such a long time, you can imagine how excited he is.
Fukin landed on his owner's shoulder and quacked excitedly, while Buster meowed and jumped into his owner's arms, murmuring comforting words.
Crown was exhausted, so he stopped patrolling and rode back to the guard post near the city gate.
After meditating on the Golden Light Mantra for two hours, he felt that his physical condition had returned to its peak again.
He ended his visualization and summoned a wall of gold.
[Charge Attack: 1526/3000; Level 1]
[Wind Slash: 144/5000; Level 2]
[Blade Storm: 2782/3000; Level 1]
[Cross Sword: 4685/8000; Level 4]
The proficiency of these sword skills increased by at least 70 or 80 points, and at most more than 200 points.
With such tremendous progress in just twenty minutes, I have to say that the Deer-Headed Spirit is a good target. It turns out that actual combat can hone one's combat skills more quickly.
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St. Peter's Cathedral, Blaye, Anhalt Province.
Osman Druk stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, looking down at the entire church with an expressionless face.
A blazing flame ignited on his hands, burning the pages of letters in his hands.
The letter came from Cologne Cathedral in Branden, and it mentioned that the church's cardinal had advanced to the silver realm.
The Church of the Lord of Fire has twelve archdioceses in the Kingdom of Farouk, and the cardinals of three of the dioceses disagree with his political views.
Now the cardinals of these three archdioceses have all advanced to the silver realm. It seems like a silent mockery that those archdioceses under his strict control have not produced any silver-level strongmen.
Am I wrong? Shouldn’t the Church retain absolute control over the Kingdom as it has in the past?
How could I be wrong?! Osman felt a strange sense of irritation. The spiritual concentration of the world continued to increase, and more and more silver-level masters would be born.
When he prays now, he can occasionally hear the Lord's vague response. Perhaps in a few decades, the kingdom of the gods will reappear in the material plane.
This would have been a prosperous era, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him.
In order to maintain the Pope's absolute power advantage, when he was promoted to Pope, the previous Pope used secret methods to help him advance to the silver level. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for a silver powerhouse to be born at that time.
Perhaps gain is always accompanied by loss. The secret technique has harmed the source of his life, and his strength will always remain at the fourth level.
Sometimes Osman would think, how great it would be if the vision of the red moon had not appeared in the sky. He would still be the combat ceiling of this world and possess the most powerful authority.
There is no "if" in the world. Now he can only watch helplessly as the younger generations surpass him one by one, but he can do nothing about it.
Am I too clumsy?
Of course not. Every pope must be the one with the most outstanding talents and intelligence among his peers in the church at that time.
He emerged victorious over all his competitors, while those of his age had long since decayed into dust, while he was still enjoying the glory of the Pope.
In recent years, he has been secretly studying various divine arts and witchcraft, trying to find ways to make up for the damage to his origin. He will not allow himself to be born in a prosperous era but end up declining.
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