It is said to be a negotiation, but the positions of each other are still opposite.

Therefore, when the accident suddenly arises, everyone in the field is not afraid to guess the opponent with the most vicious mind, and subconsciously makes the most beneficial choice for their own interests. Therefore, after a short moment, there was a chaotic battle outside the venue.

Around several religious statues, members of the gray space, the temple guards knights and the noble guards who rushed in, the three sides fought in one melee, and the figures intertwined. Only the fierce collision and roars and screams of weapons were heard one after another. It was difficult to tell who was who was, let alone identify who was a friend and who was an enemy...

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders may not be clear.

On the platform, Joshia and the second prince had a high vision, so naturally they saw the chaos in the first place, but this did not mean anything. They retracted their gaze and turned to look at each other, their expressions were cold, and they subconsciously retreated.

"You Bran..."

"You gray-clothed army..."

"Damn it! Your gray-clothed army is so brave--" When talking about the instant reaction, ordinary people naturally could not match the warriors who had experienced many battles. Before Joshia and the second prince questioned each other, the latter was close to the guard, that is, the old man who worshipped the royal family, was furious in an instant. With just one step, he protected the second prince behind him. Then he took a angrily action and took a slap in one palm with a surge of fighting lightning.

"Get out!" Before the Douming Palm fell, a faint figure flashed in front of Joshia like a ghost. It seemed as if it was slow and real, it was quick to raise his hand and tweeted it. A blood-colored and strange blade flashed and disappeared instantly, slashing the old man's wrist.

Needless to say, this is undoubtedly Tang En. Others need reaction time, but he, the root cause of the chaos, certainly does not need it.

"Do not!" The second prince looked clearly from the side and exclaimed. He didn't know how strong Tang En had reached, but judging from the opponent's fierce record of being able to escape under Wu Ding's sword, it was not something that a mere royal family worshipper could resist.

The second prince, a half-baked warrior, could be alert. The royal family worshiper who took action was certainly aware of the terrifying danger hidden in the strange blade. His expression suddenly changed, he retreated and decisively gave up the attack.

However, even though he retreated quickly, Tang En, who was touched by the reverse scale, did not intend to let him go from attacking Joshia.

Step forward again, lift the blade up and then get faster and faster. The next moment, with a sneer, a squirting sound, and a bloody water surged into the sky.

"Ah——" He screamed bitterly. Before the impulsive royal family worshippers, he dragged his wounded arm, which was pulled out deep and could see bloody marks, and his body suddenly stormed wildly, and his legs were like shadows. He kicked his lower abdomen directly, and the loud bang mixed with the sound of terrifying bone breakage. A large piece of blood mist wrapped around his body and flew backwards in the air and rolled down from the stage.

The winner has been decided!

The repelling of the priest's priest did not surprise Tang En at all. In fact, after taking action, he did not look at the result again, staring at the outside of the venue from the corner of his eyes.

There, Harry and others who took the lead in attacking were like tigers entering the flock of sheep, gaining the upper hand. Even if there were a Templar Knights in front of them, and aristocratic guards behind them made trouble. However, within such a narrow range, no one could stop an assassin from a rush to kill, not to mention that the assassin came from the gray space!

Just now, the royal family worshiper was kicked out. Harry had already succeeded. His fat body stepped on the shoulders of a temple knight, jumped up like a spirit cat, raised his hand, and cut off the big white jade head sculptured by the goddess...

"What the hell do you gray-clothed army want to do?"

Turning back, the second prince, who was worshipped by several royal families, was extremely courageous. He was not scared by Tang En's cruel action, nor did he follow the dissuasion and retreat, standing there. He looked at Joshia with a gray face and asked loudly. "Is this your sincerity in negotiation?"

Joshia hugged her shoulders and said in a cold face. She wanted to say that the current riot was indeed caused by Tang En's roar. It was because of the fault here, but she believed in Tang En's judgment. Tang En looked at the second prince's angry expression that was not as if he was fake, and his heart moved, and was about to open his mouth to ask,

Suddenly,

Wow—The Bran King's flag and the gray-clad army battle flag planted around the venue suddenly rolled in a cold and fierce manner!

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the field felt that their bodies suddenly became heavier, as if there was a huge rock on their backs, which made people breathless, "Ouch--"

He exclaimed in surprise, it was fine if people with fighting spirit or magic power, but even if they were carrying huge weight, they would not make a fool of themselves on the spot. For example, the members of the gray space who jumped up in the air not far away, even though they were slightly shaking in the air, they still insisted on kicking the statue and then falling to the ground. However, the noble negotiating team and the senior veterans on the gray-clothed army could not bear it anymore, and their legs were soft, and they fell to the ground first, looking really embarrassed...

Not only the surrounding venues, but within the sight, the roof tiles of the surrounding town seemed to have been suddenly cast by magic. They first trembled slightly, and then jumped violently. The sound was mixed with the screams of the town residents coming from all directions, reflecting the bleak light of the sky and the sun was bizarre, as if they were signs before the disaster of the doomsday, so terrifying!

"Why...what is going on?"

"Pressure, this is pressure!"

"Impossible...what pressure can cover the entire town?"

"It won't be an earthquake..."

...

Whether they were aware of the goods or randomly surprised and suspicious, everyone in the field was panicked. It cannot be said that they had never seen the world. Whether they saw the prosperity of the nobles in the world or the senior generals of the gray-clothed army who had personally experienced the battlefield, they were enough to be called rich in experience.

But even so, they had never seen such a terrifying scene. It seemed that there was an active volcano hidden under the entire town that was about to erupt, and it seemed that the entire town was right beside the mouth of the evil dragon, trembling and struggling in vain...

Tang En did not panic, or to be more precise, after realizing that there was something wrong with the statues, he was mentally prepared. He looked up at the sky and found that it was indeed a threat. And if he guessed correctly, this was the threat of the ultimate move, not a natural disaster. Moreover, the source of the pressure was the sky above... But perhaps it was just the initial stage, the sky was still bleak, and there was no abnormality.

Without hesitation, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the several archbishops in the back corner.

A crazy laughter erupted, "Haha... ignorant mortals, do you know that this is the supreme power of the gods!"

Perhaps he knew that his little movement had been exposed. Under the numerous inexplicable eyes, a archbishop in a red look down at the surroundings. A cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to laugh, "With the time you can still open your mouth. Scream, enjoy this boundless fear. You have nowhere to hide and cannot resist. You are destined to be together with this small red maple town. Under the punishment of the gods, haha..."

"Master, sir... what do you mean? Are you...uh, joking?" A nobleman came back to his senses when he heard this, stared at the Archbishop in the Cardinal, completely unable to believe everything he understood.

"Pret! Go ahead!"

"Idiot, isn't this obvious enough... Hey, don't you really know?" After subconsciously mocking the senior general of the gray-clothed army was stunned, staring at the group of noble negotiation groups opposite. He suddenly laughed, "Haha, it turns out that it's an internal strife! It's interesting, so interesting... These charlatans are going to kill you, idiots!"

"It's you!" Tang En took a deep breath, his expression was not confused, but the big stone in his heart gradually sinks. The situation is very obvious. Since the power of this ultimate move that has not yet appeared has covered the entire town, its power is absolutely impossible. With such a large-scale killing move, what he can do is extremely limited and he cannot save a few people...unless he can find and kill the initiator of this ultimate move as soon as possible.

With this in mind, Tang En quickly swept to the statues that caused the strangeness. But at this moment, the bang sounded louder and the gravity increased. This time the ordinary guards fell, including those from the aristocratic negotiating team and those from the gray-clothed army. They were unwilling to raise their heads and roar, and they were about to rise, but were pressed tightly on the ground by invisible forces and could not resist.

Not far away, Harry, who was destroying the statue, also shook his figure, and the dagger held high in his hand could not be swung down for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Tang En blankly - a total of six statues, which had been destroyed half by them now. But the pressure in the field did not reduce at all. Instead, it became heavier...

Can this thing be destroyed?

"Haha..." The Archbishop of the Chronicle shook his head and laughed again, with a sarcastic look on his face. "Ignorance, ignorance, are all a group of fools! They all tell you that this is the power of the gods, so how could it be easily destroyed by mortals like you?"

After a moment of pause, he seemed to remember something and looked at Tang En from afar, "You are that Tang En? Haha, I heard that you have outstanding body skills and extremely fast speed?"

Tang En had no time to pay attention to him now. He looked into the distance, frowned, and constantly felt the origin of the danger.

If there is an attack, there will definitely be enemies.

This is nonsense, and it is also a truth.

There are roughly two types of attacks: one is melee battle and the other is long-range. Judging from the current situation, it cannot be melee battle, it can only be long-range strikes. If you contact the style of the temple, it will definitely be a magic attack that has not run away...

really!

Maybe I felt that the overall situation was in my grasp, the Archbishop of the Cardinal said again, "Where are the people who are looking for us? Haha, I'm not afraid to tell you, Tang En, the person you are looking for is at least thirty kilometers away! That is the elite mage group from the Temple General Association, which has just arrived here through a temporary small remote teleportation array. Are you not very fast? You can try to find it. Haha..."

Thirty kilometers... Tang En licked his dry lips, not knowing what expression to do for a moment.

No wonder no matter how I investigated it, I couldn’t find the problem. The danger was not in the town or in the hills and rivers around it, but thirty kilometers away!

How to investigate this? Stop kidding, even if you are on the battlefield, the scouts' reconnaissance range will not exceed ten miles...

"No matter what magic, it is impossible to have an attack range of 30 kilometers." On the platform, Joshia, who calmed down, questioned coldly.

"Oh, I forgot that there is another magician." The Archbishop of the Red dress smiled and replied proudly, "Of course not ordinary magic, but what about the ones sent to him through the ancient magic array?"

It was another ancient magic circle... Joshia frowned at once when she heard this. She was a magician. Of course, she knew that once the mysterious magic was added with the 'ancient' prefix, it would not be judged by common sense... But after thinking about it, she still shook her head, "Even if there is an ancient magic circle, it's not OK. How do you lock the target?"

This is the key point. Magic is mysterious, but even if it is far away, there is always a distance limit. If this distance exceeds this, even if the magic can reach it, how can we ensure accurate attacks?

However, as soon as Joshia asked, Tang En was slightly shocked on the side, subconsciously raised his head and turned his gaze to the white jade statues again. He didn't notice it just now, but now it was broken against the bluestone floor, and only then did he find that the fragments of materials emitted a faint warm white light that was not noticeable...

"Oh? Have you discovered it?" The Archbishop of the Cardinal smiled proudly when he noticed Tang En's eyes pointing, "Yes, these statues are used to indicate the direction. Their construction materials are a bit special and rare. Usually, they are just ordinary things, but if they are slightly triggered by light magic, they will react on their own. Even if they break it up later... Haha, it's ridiculous that you fools are checking here for several days, but they don't realize that the real danger is under your nose!"

Tang En was speechless when he heard this, and Harry, who was responsible for inspecting the materials at the venue, was speechless.

It's really not their fault.

The world is so big that there are countless rare objects. Not to mention that they don’t know much about magical materials, let alone such strange and unpopular materials. Didn’t you see Joshia, who is a magician, look confused when she heard this? Isn’t this really a realm they are good at...

"No wonder you were so enthusiastic when you called craftsmen to collect materials and arrange the venue." In silence, the second prince clenched his fists and looked at the Archbishop in the Cardinal, "It turned out that he wanted to mix these special statues into the decorative items and transport them here."

"That's right." The Archbishop of the Crown smiled indifferently, "Sorry, Your Highness, the Second Prince, you have to die here today." He paused for a moment and pointed at Joshya, Tang En, "Of course, the murderer is this group of mob bandits."

As soon as he finished speaking, the noble negotiating group that was crushed to the ground immediately scolded him.

"Bastard! Are you crazy?" "Bitch, traitor--" "You have been supported by the empire for many years and have actually done such a despicable thing like traitorism. Wang Ting will not let you go..."

As the screams and scolds, the gray-clothed army couldn't help but look at each other and was shocked. It was actually an internal strife, and it was the temple rebellion that was so big?

The second prince's eyes twitched, but his expression did not change much when he heard this. He seemed to have expected it, and snorted coldly: "It's my elder brother's idea? Humph, I didn't expect that you chose him in the end."

Of course, the Archbishops in the Chronicles would not care about these scoldings. On the contrary, these are now enjoyment for them. "It doesn't matter whether they are reckless men or not. What is important is that they will not harm the interests of the temple. On this point, His Highness the Second Prince may really be studying hard with your reckless men." He shook his head, "You shouldn't have negotiated with the Grey Army, otherwise we wouldn't have made a decision so quickly."

This is the key to the problem. Bran now has two enemies, the Northern Wilderness Tribe and the Gray-Clothed Army. To put it bluntly, even if the Heavenly Empire falls, the people will not die, and the nobles will not be completely dead, but the Temple of Light will die without a place to bury it. Because both the Gray-Clothed Army and the Wild Divine Cult of the Northern Wilderness Tribe all hate the Temple of Light, which is constantly moving behind the scenes... In this way, the Temple will naturally not sit idly by and watch the Empire and the Gray-Clothed Army.

The second prince curled his lips disdainfully: "Learn from him? He will only lead the empire to perish! Or be completely swallowed up by you empire greedy borers!"

"Ha, that's right." The winner was always generous. The Archbishop of the Cardinal was not angry when he heard this, but shrugged easily, "So we chose the eldest prince instead of the second prince. Now it seems that this is an extremely wise decision."

After a moment of pause, he looked back inadvertently. The middle-aged man with white robe and gold lace hidden behind several archbishops nodded gently and immediately clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, let's talk about it. Let you know the inside story and not die in a daze. This is the limit we can do - ha, don't thank me, this is the gift of God the Father!"

After the words came, he raised his hand and drew praying gestures in front of him. Although he kept scolding around him, his expression was still kind, and he was extremely pious.

At this time,

The voice of the incongruous voice inserted, "Is it done?"
Chapter completed!