For a moment, arrows were like rain of locusts, mixed with fire bombs, ice storms, etc. Of course, all the rebels were the rebels - anyone could see that the bright ball of shining light on the old man's hand was clearly the holy light bomb. The light that illuminated the darkness was simply the living target of the rebels who were suppressed by the Knights of Sin, the feather arrow javelin, and various weapons, and they were thrown over as if they were not money.

Dozens of anxious men rushed over with a giant axe. Caesar looked left and right, and no longer cared about saying anything. He stepped on the wooden base of the observation deck. After a continuous and slight explosion, the observation deck collapsed, avoided countless attacks flying in, and also suppressed many rebels who were coming.

"If I say I'm here to make soy sauce, do you believe it?" Looking at the rebels slowly surrounding him, Caesar covered his forehead helplessly and looked back. The gangster old thief had already disappeared without a trace. He looked at the rebels who raised their weapons. He grinned, "Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway..."

The wreckage of the observation deck that was straying was used. A lot of wood flew out, causing many people to vomit blood and fly backwards. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Caesar rushed to the flagpole standing on the side, reached out to grab it, and the wood chips flew. Caesar had already snatched the flagpole in his hand, shook it gently, and made a heavy collapse sound - this thing is not just a flagpole, but it was actually a flagpole. It was grabbed by Caesar. One by one, dozens of unlucky children who were leaning forward flew out, swept the backhand and dozens of them flew out, turning into meteors flying across the battlefield, which was extremely sad.

"Press up! Top up!" The thick flagpole was like a rolling pin, roaring around the flat ground. Hundreds of people shouted in unison and rushed towards Caesar. The rolling pin hit the front row and pushed the back row, layer by layer, and was blocked! Hundreds of people exerted force at the same time. Although Caesar pushed back continuously, the flagpole also made a sour sound. Caesar was slightly stunned. Dozens of spears poked out from the crowd and stabbed him. The king sneered and took a light breath. The heavy sound slowly gathered. The wind blew up on the flat ground. The next moment, the dragon roar of the sound explosion army would roar violently, and these hundreds of people were shocked to the point of being scattered.

"Brother, will you do it?" Just before the dragon roar erupted, the same hand, the same obscene tone, and the same lines interrupted Caesar's ultimate move. At this moment of slight pause, dozens of spears stabbed Caesar's body, and even the clothes were not pierced. Caesar was furious and held the spear in his arms, lifted and swung it hard. The rebels holding the spear screamed loudly and all fell to the bottom of the mountain. At this height, they were probably going to turn into meat pies.

"What are you doing!" Caesar turned around and said angrily. The old man looked harmless and was doing something like a beast. If someone else had just changed, he would have to be poked into a honeycomb coal. "Come on your sister! What trouble is it?"

"Didn't I think you're tired of fighting with brother... I only collected ten gold coins this time, how about?" The old man smiled like a fox in his hand. Caesar took a few deep breaths and was about to take the battle axe. As a simple barbarian, he expressed his unacceptable attitude towards this shameless Paladin, and decided to fight first no matter what.

"Brother, capture the king first, their boss is there, why are you bullying these naughty kids..." It seemed like you didn't see the anger of the Thunder King drawn out by Caesar. The old man looked like "You are stupid" and looked angry, "Even old man, I, a newcomer, knows the tricks that even the old man, who is just a newcomer, knows, how come you forget it while fighting!"

"It's my fault! Who can fight? You old guy screamed shamelessly and sold your sister's holy light bullet!" Caesar looked at the old man's vulgar appearance. Somehow this axe couldn't be chopped down. Perhaps it was the warrior's soul warning of danger, or perhaps it was because he was afraid that the old man's blood would get the axe. The former was a fact and the latter was a stingy, and everyone wanted to go.

"...I'm too lazy to tell you. I warn you that if you do something messy, I will kill you even if I do it..." Caesar really didn't want to stay by the paladin, and walked in the direction where the killing sounds were the loudest, and ignored the hundreds of people who had been squeezed by him with a rolling pin. The old man stayed in the spot for a while, looking at the rebels who were lying on the ground and humming, and sprinkled a holy light, as thin as water, but very effective. In just a few seconds, everyone recovered their strength. The old man waved his hand and signaled them to leave soon. Unexpectedly, these rebels who had just swear to death were surprisingly obedient and rushed down the mountain from the back door. Only a white light flashed occasionally in their eyes.

"Manipulate people's hearts... It's really a ability to be cursed..." The old man looked at his hand, "How long has it been since the wide-area mind transformation been used? The thirty basic skills of each profession embodies the hard work of countless ancestors, and have infinite possibilities and terrifying potential. Even a small holy light bomb can be developed into the highest holy brilliance of the earth that cannot be withstood the earth. Why is the conversion skill regarded as a combat skill that damages the glory of the Paladin? It's ridiculous..."

"The strongest secret technique of mental power in the continent is actually not the control of the psychic movements of electric shocks, nor the assassin's spiritual combat skills, nor the power of the wizard's curse, but from the Pope Hall..." The old man shook his head, as if he was sighing, and then changed his smile, and a faint white light rose in his hand, and walked towards the direction where Caesar left.

"Brother, will you do it? The golden spear does not fall and the colorful flags float!"

"Brother, will you come? You both agreed to be fine in the morning and evening!"

"Brother, will you send me a shot? I have no worries when I have to pay for a lot of chickens every day!"

As they fought, the two sides, the rebels from the former Bourbon, and the knights of the Knights of the Sin, were discovered.

I seemed to have been maliciously harassed.

The iron-blooded battlefield, which should have echoed the shouts of killing and roars, became a strange place because the hawking one after another. The most unbearable thing is that the old man holding a holy light bomb that looked as light as boiled water, actually went to the paladin and the light knights to hawk. A fifth-level paladin had just fired a holy light bomb like the sunlight to a wounded comrade in front of him, instantly wiped away the hideous scars on the other party's body. Then the old man appeared, holding a holy light bomb that could blow away even with a breath, swaying in front of the paladin with a look of despicable look on his face. This almost provocative action completely hurts the self-esteem of the paladin. Damn, I never charge money!

The holy light was able to merge, and the paladin condensed another holy light bomb. It was as dazzling as the sun, and the holy power was surging. The paladin extended the holy light bomb in his hand towards the old man's, and with a slight sound, without any suspense, the inferior holy light bomb in the old man's hand was absorbed and assimilated by the holy light bomb of the fifth-level paladin.

This is a peaceful competition method that has been passed down for a long time in the Holy See of Light. The Paladins' control and understanding of the Holy Light, peaceful competition, and fair competition are simply at the extreme of harmony.

The Paladin had a stern face and swayed the holy light bullet in his hand in front of the old man, indicating that you would lose.

Then he fell to the ground - the old man slapped his helmet and lay on the ground.

The old man stood in front of the fainting paladin, put his hips on his chest, and looked righteous: "Malicious competition is the most annoying!"
Chapter completed!