Carlylena looked out into the crack of the door for a while, then opened the door and walked out.

"We pretend to be patrolling soldiers!"

Seven people lined up, and Carlylena walked in front, leading Locke and six others along the streets in the barracks. The distance was shouting and killing the sky, but it was quiet here. Occasionally, two wounded people and patrolling soldiers could be encountered, and there was no one else. This time, the Dark Holy See was attacking with all its strength. The Light Holy See naturally did not dare to slack off. I am afraid that all the injured people would be dragged to the battlefield, and the defense here was naturally weak.

Looking at Carlylena who was walking in the front with a familiarity, Locke guessed that there must be an undercover agent who provided her with reliable information. Those who are so familiar with the situation here must have extraordinary identities.

Soon, the seven people arrived in front of a villa. At the door of the villa, a team of soldiers wearing golden armor stood. Locke used his soul power to investigate. None of the team could see through the strength of this team. Obviously, at least he was a fifth-level strongman.

"Who are you?" Seeing Locke and others approaching, a soldier hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Carlylena raised her hand and showed a golden token: "Come here to patrol by the order of the Saint!"

The soldier looked at the token and then retreated to one side. Carlylena put away the token and strode in. Locke and others followed him.

The seven people came to a very inconspicuous door. Carlylena shook her eyes. Five fifth-level peak powerful men nodded and turned around and stood at the door, like a guard here. Seeing that Carlylena was the same, Locke also walked to the side of the person and stood there. However, he was obviously out of place, much shorter than the few people, and his face was still childish.

The seven people stood motionless, Locke didn't know whether to stand guard or assassinate Pope Light.

The shouts of killing became more and more intense, and you could smell the smell of blood from miles away, which shows how fierce the battle is!

After a while, the door opened with a 'sweeping', and an old man in white robe and a woman in white robe walked out of it. The old man had white beards and white hair, and the woman had a graceful figure, white clothes were as beautiful as snow, with a light gauze covering her face, pure and elegant, who was not the Saint of Light?

Locke wished he could jump out immediately, pinch the neck of the Saint of Light, and let him hand over the ring of Light, but Locke knew that if he did this, he would be killed in the hands of the old man in white robe.

"You guys can't be careless at all. If there is a suspicious situation, just shout loudly." The beautiful eyes of the Saint of Light swept across the few people and said lightly.

"Yes!" Locke and others said in unison.

The Saint of Light nodded, then walked away with the old man in white robe.

Standing quietly for a while, Carlylena gestured to the five fifth-level powerful men, and then signaled Locke to follow her. Her white palm pushed open the door and the two walked in.

The room was not big, similar to an ordinary barracks. On the bed against the wall, a man in white robe in white was lying quietly, while on the other side, a middle-aged man wearing golden armor and holding a long sword sat with his eyes closed.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Locke took a breath of cold air. The man sitting with his eyes closed was filled with eight bright moons on his chest, which was like a fake eighth-level strongman.

On the other hand, Carlylena was very calm. She saluted slightly with the middle-aged man sitting with her eyes closed, and then walked towards the man on the bed. Locke suddenly realized that no wonder Carlylena dared to say that she was 50% sure. It turned out that she had already communicated with the strong man who guarded the Pope of Light.

The man on the bed had his eyes closed, his face was handsome, his face was as white as paper, and his lips were also chapped. If he hadn't had a faint breath, it would be no different from a dead person. However, Locke felt that the man was very special, and a faint force stimulated and pressed against the blue light curtain in his soul.

Carlylena walked to the bed, slowly stretched out her right hand, and pointed her finger in front of the man who was placing it on the bed. Suddenly, a trace of black air gushed out of her white palm, and as the man breathed, the black air penetrated along her nostrils.

Lock looked at the man on the bed vigilantly, took a step forward with his left foot, and if he found something was right, he would run away immediately.

As the black gas penetrated, the man did not wake up, and a few wisps of black gas gradually appeared on his pale and handsome face. Obviously, the black gas had penetrated into his skin. However, Carlylena had no intention of stopping. The black gas in her fair palm was lingering and quietly lifted it. Her beautiful face was full of solemnity, and fine beads of sweat crawled over her smooth forehead.

Time passed by second by second, and Locke couldn't help but curse this damn time, making him slow, making him slow but so slow.

About half an hour later, the man's face on the bed had turned black, like ink.

Carlylena withdrew her hand, walked gently to the door, saluted the middle-aged man sitting with his eyes closed, and then turned around to signal Locke to leave. Locke could not wait, and immediately opened the door and walked out.

Taking the door gently, Carlylena wiped off the sweat beads from her forehead and whispered: "Let's go!"

The seven people lined up and walked out of the villa easily. Locke didn't expect things to go so smoothly. However, he felt a vague feeling of uneasiness.

Locke and others did not return to the barracks, but walked outside the barracks. At this time, several teams were heading outside the camp. The war became more and more fierce, and the Dark Holy See seemed determined to break through, which forced the Light Holy See to draw all members with combat effectiveness to rush to the battlefield.

"Buzz..." Suddenly, Rock's mind roared violently, and the blue light curtain in his soul seemed to be hit by a mountain.

Lock suddenly changed his expression. Carlylena let out a soft hum in front of him. The helmet on his head instantly split into pieces, and his black hair scattered everywhere. The five fifth-level peak powerhouses behind the two, each of them, bursting their heads at this moment, and they fell to the ground and died [31 Novel Network          ].

"Escape!" Carlylena shouted lightly and ran towards the city gate. Locke knew that something was wrong, so he ran away.

Although Locke didn't understand why the other five died, Carlylena was fine, but he couldn't bear to think too much at this time. At the moment when the roar in his mind, an image appeared in front of Locke's eyes. The man sleeping on the bed suddenly grinned.

How could the Pope of Light, the number one figure in the Holy See, be killed so casually.

"Stop them!" A indifferent voice sounded, lingering over the entire city of Sachira. Suddenly, the soldiers at the gate of the city and nearby immediately turned around and came to fight against the two.

After all, this is the territory of the Holy See of Light. Although most people are fighting fiercely outside the city, the remaining people will not be less than a hundred.

"Keep the mind, this sound contains soul attacks." Carlylena reminded, and then Su called out two undead spirits to meet the crowd.

Locke was slightly stunned. He had soul defense spirit weapons that would not be affected, but Carlylena was not threatened, which made people wonder. Soul defense spirit weapons are not big players, and everyone has them.

The crowd surrounded the two of them in a blink of an eye. Locke could only throw out all the distracting thoughts. He flipped his right hand and took out a sharp sword and faced the crowd.

After practicing in a confined space for nearly four months, Locke's current strength is far from the fifth level primary level, but he has never been able to refine his body. His physique is not much different from half a year ago. However, his ability to beat the fourth-level monsters to scream is far from the enemy of ordinary soldiers. However, how could the person who was arranged to participate in the war until now be an ordinary soldier?

"when!"

The long sword in Locke's hand collided with the sword of a silver-armored soldier. The soldier refused to move, but Locke stepped back several steps. Obviously, the other party was a fourth-level peak powerhouse.

"Chi!" Locke did not dare to be careless at all. He put away his long sword and condensed a fire javelin and shot it. The flames burned and were extremely hot. He turned around and pierced through the soldier's body. His remaining strength was not diminished, and he injured the three people coming from behind. The fifth and fourth levels and the first levels were a huge difference, not to mention that this was still advanced magic.

On the side, the dark saint was covered in black air, and two undead lies seven or eight corpses lying under their feet. The fifth-level undead was only on the front line than the fifth-level strongman, and was much stronger than the fourth-level strongman. Although most of the people who surrounded and killed the two were below the fifth level, the number of people was increasing, which was becoming more and more unfavorable to the two. Who knows when a high-level strongman would appear?

Lock opened and closed his hands, and fire javelins roared at the person who was rushing towards him, and no one could get close to him for the time being.

"Escape to the city gate! Never use flying magic, there is a magic circle here." Carlylena said to Locke while controlling the two undead spirits to kill the people around her.

The key of this is naturally clear, but the crowds are like water. They are surrounded by people. Kill one person and another one is facing each other. It is only five hundred meters away from the city gate, but it is not easy to go over.

"No, not bad, I underestimated you two." A indifferent voice sounded in their minds, making them even more nervous.

"Fuck, I'll encounter any unlucky thing!" Locke cursed and killed the person who rushed over. Although he was extremely palpitations, he was merciless. Even if he died, he had to pull a few more people on the back. The flame javelin shot out repeatedly, harvesting one life after another...

"You attack the front, I'm responsible for the rear!" Carlylena said immediately when she saw Locke's killing methods were so fierce.

After Locke killed the three people, he immediately activated the fire javelin in the direction of the city gate. Carlylena quickly moved behind him, controlling the two undeads to protect the two, and she stimulated a black light to shoot towards the crowd surrounding her back.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, and no high-level powerful people appeared for the time being. They looked at each other in front and the other gradually advanced towards the city gate. Locke knew that the city gate was not a good place, and there must be a strong person who commanded the battle again, and he might have been discovered long ago.
Chapter completed!