Garcia rode his war horse and walked out of the jungle first, and Yure and Raphael followed him one by one.

"Raphael, are you scared?" Garcia said.

Raphael's face was a little pale. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and nodded. The scene of the moon tree in the flower tree left a big shadow on him, and he never dared to go out at night since that day.

Garcia smiled faintly and said, "Raphael, an excellent civil servant also needs to have the qualities of military officers, and you also need more training in blood and fire."

Raphael was a smart person, but he had common problems with literati and was timid. If he could correct these problems, he would be a good assistant to the Tuli family.

"I've been taught, sir," Raphael said respectfully, and he was very respectful to the second-person of the Tuli family.

Garcia nodded and rode forward. He entered the Shatong Trail alone, and at the same time the scenery ahead also changed in an instant.

It was noon at this time, and the hot sun was hanging high in the sky, but the boundless darkness suddenly spread from the Shatong Path.

"Huh?" Garcia pulled out the thin sword from her waist with her left hand and pulled out the light cavalry rifle with her right hand. The source power in her body surged like a spring water.

The darkness seemed to be a huge curtain spread out, but in the blink of an eye all the light disappeared. He only heard Raphael call out "Sir" and the people behind him disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the "black ice skate" You Lie standing behind him as steady as a rock.

"Hu", a piece of black cloth flew out, and two pairs of sects were exposed under the cloth. The black and red shoes were also separated at the moment when the black cloth disappeared. A red-haired young man moved forward two meters like a phantom, and the girl in the black gauze skirt behind him walked slowly with a soft whip in her hand. The black soft whip's head was pointed and positive like a scorpion's tail.

"The magical hand and scorpion of the Evil Spirit Circus, don't you know that you are now a first-level wanted criminal in the Holy See?" Garcia also rode forward, and the light cavalry rifle in her hand emitted a sacred light, and the light shining light dispels the darkness. But then the darkness was covered again layer by layer, and the light shining range was only the size of the war horse.

Sith flipped his palm and pinched the playing cards in the ghost pattern with his fingers. The playing cards flew up and down with his fingers. Garcia raised his hand and shot through the playing cards.

"Inevitable doom, Garcia", the Sith's figure appeared and appeared.

"It's indeed your inevitable bad luck, Sith." Garcia's eyes flashed with red light and a war horse was neighing. You Lie behind him was filled with cold air, and a layer of ice formed underground, and he seemed to be a stream of water melting into the ice.

Brown smiled gently and walked into the dark corner with light steps, and the two disappeared into the Sith's illusion at the same time.

"Peng", sat down and ran hard, the knight's fierce sprint was visible at a glance. The light cavalry gun in Garcia's hand pierced into Sith's chest fiercely, but the sound of the gun did not break through the body or blood flowed out. He only stabbed a phantom.

Sith's figure disappeared from Garcia's eyes bit by bit. Garcia turned around, and a black cloth curtain fell silently from behind him. He stretched out his light cavalry rifle and pierced the black cloth curtain. However, the black cloth curtain was empty, and he even fell into boundless darkness with his men and horses.

"Magic hands can only hide and cannot kill people." Garcia's hand shook the black cloth curtain off the tip of the spear. At the moment when the black cloth curtain floated down, a red figure appeared below. Two playing cards flew over quickly. Garcia hurriedly cut a playing card in front of him with his sword, while another playing card whizzed past his cheek, brought out a bloodline and flew back.

The black curtain that fell to the ground became bulge, and one hand lifted the curtain to catch the playing cards. It was the Sith. He glanced at the bloody playing cards and looked at Garcia.

Garcia wiped the blood on her cheek and said, "No wonder she could escape the strangulation of the Knights Templars. The magic trick is well-deserved."

On the surface, he was only at a disadvantage for the time being, but in fact he was already in a dilemma. In the magician Sith's illusion space, his vision was greatly affected. Sith was able to freely manipulate his illusion world to create phantoms that did not exist in the real world. In his illusion world, no one dared to say that he would win unless it was the sword saint Augustine.

The only way to break the illusion world is to use source power to forcibly break it up and inject his own source power into the illusion world. However, in this way, his source power loss will be very serious, which will be even more unfavorable to the Sith at that time.

He had no time to think. The Sith had already started to create fantasy. His hand passed by a afterimage, and a huge bell was created. The bell swung silently in front of Garcia's eyes, and the frequency of the swing was consistent with Garcia's heartbeat.

Garcia's hand holding the light cavalry rifle gradually loosened, but then he clenched his horse and charged towards the Sith. However, no matter where he was, he could see the huge bell, and even if he closed his eyes, he could see the swinging bell.

Knowing that this would not be able to resist the Sith's hypnosis, he gritted his teeth and jumped off his horse and inserted the light cavalry spear into the ground. The source power in his body spread like water waves along the light cavalry spear. The holy light on the light cavalry spear gradually expanded, dispelling the darkness bit by bit, and the scenery in front of him returned to normal again.

Sith snapped his fingers and the little ghost-patterned playing card pierced by the light cavalry rifle automatically flew back to his hand, leaving a sentence at the moment when the darkness was about to disappear, turning around and disappearing into the darkness.

"Roger belongs to the circus",

The words of the Sith are clearly heard.

Garcia was holding the light cavalry rifle weakly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

You Lie appeared behind him silently, stretched out his hand to help him up, and the shouts of "adults" came from the dense forest behind him. The nineteen heavily armored cavalry and Raphael were all introduced into the depths of the dense forest by the Sith's illusion.

"Is the Scorpion gone?" Garcia drew out his heavy cavalry rifle and retracted his sword.

You Lie nodded, and he couldn't get any advantage in his fight with Brown.

"Leave the madman of the circus to the madman of the Knights Templar to deal with it, and call Raphael and the cavalry to return to the Tuli family."

On the top of the mountain, Sith quietly watched the cavalry gradually returning and the departing Garcia. Soon the scorpion also jumped back from the bottom of the mountain.

Bexra went into a white coat and said, "Sis, you can clearly beat the top land knight, why don't you do your best on Koloka Island? This matter seems worth reporting to the boss."

"She is the Sword Saint," Sith said, not caring about his threat at all.

"What? Sword Saint?" Bex almost jumped up. He had actually faced a Sword Saint before?

"Sis, what you are saying is true. That woman is the same swordsman as Augustine?"

The leopard girl smiled and said, "Bex, your eyes are getting worse and worse, and even the sword saint and the great sword master can't tell."

Bex shouted: "Impossible, that woman is absolutely impossible to be a swordsman."

"Let's go," Sith ignored him, and saw that Brown had already jumped up and pulled out the black curtain.

"Hey, won't we catch that little devil Roger?"

"We'll get him, but not in Sloch, we need patience before that,"
Chapter completed!