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Can't mess with...
The Pope lowered his head in humiliation, turned his grief and anger into strength, and pulled the carriage so hard that the wooden tires almost flew off.
Feeling the sudden whistling of a strong wind in her face, Leia squinted her eyes unconsciously, feeling very relieved that her encouragement had taken effect.
After a while, the little cat lady suddenly thought of something and asked in a muffled voice, "What do you think Brother Zhang Mu should do in the future?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's the siege from the neighboring country, isn't that what you said?"
"Oh, well, just run away and hide in a remote village where there is no church."
"What if someone accidentally discovers it?"
"Another village of the same kind."
"Is there no other way?"
"Have."
"Really?" A pair of cat ears stood straight up.
"You go to the Holy Mountain to pass the test, take back your power and then succeed the Pope. On that day, you only need to issue a random order, and no one on the continent will dare to provoke Zhang Mu. They will treat him as the most distinguished guest."
Hearing this, Leah's back, which had just straightened up, bent again: "But... I want to be with Brother Zhang Mu."
"When you become a teacher..."
"I don't want to wait even a day."
The Pope was helpless: "Lady Saint, you don't have to wait even a day.
My God has prepared everything for you, but you... The rare crystal is in Zhang Mu's hands, and you didn't get the Word of Truth, Transfiguration, and Shadow.
Now I don’t know where it is dumped in the grass of some mountain range…”
"My memory was still sealed at that time."
"that's too regretful."
“No regrets.”
"I'm sorry, Saint Lady, I don't understand."
"I only think it's abnormal that you can understand me."
Seemingly being looked down upon, although not for the first time, the Pope still stubbornly tried to save face:
"I understand what you mean. I mean, is that kind of low-level emotion so precious?"
"That's why I said, you don't..." Halfway through, Leah seemed to remember something and her face darkened, "It has nothing to do with you, run faster!"
The Pope quickened his legs again, muttering to himself.
I do not know whether the way of trial of my God will come upon the holy mountain.
Hurry up, go back and push this gentleman to the throne of Pope, then I will be free.
pope?
Damn it, even a dog wouldn't do that!
He suddenly shuddered all over, thinking to himself that the tone of his complaints sounded very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before...
Soon he remembered a man who also liked to curse in this way.
Thinking of the close relationship between the Saint and him, the Pope couldn't help but ask, "Saint, are you really not going back to the Holy Mountain?"
This time, Leah did not reject it decisively, but remained silent for a long time.
"Can I really help Brother Zhang Mu if I succeed the Pope?"
"Yes."
"I see."
The Pope was encouraged to see things taking a turn for the better.
Although he had plenty of time and could even wait for ten thousand years, how could it be as peaceful outside as in the holy mountain?
Of course, the sooner you go back, the better.
Thinking of this, the Pope no longer resisted and went to the capital to meet the man who was the source of his suffering, and took as many steps as he could.
About an hour later, the outline of the city appeared on the horizon.
…………
"Ai...Mr. Zhang Mu, you actually lied!"
In the center of the royal capital, on top of a ruin.
Danielson narrowly avoided the boulder that fell from the sky, staring at the majestic figure stretched out in the smoke and dust, pointing his finger and cursing:
"Stras Fallen Spirit, master-level magic, and you still say you are not a mage?!
I trust you so much!"
Zhang Mu ordered Zhui Ling to attack freely, and then said cheerfully: "When did I say I don't lie?"
The twenty or so people who besieged him were stunned. It seemed like so.
Coming to their senses, they hurriedly continued their attack.
The great knight swung his weapon to chop the magic shield, and the magician poured out magic with brilliant light effects.
According to common sense, even if Zhang Mu was a mage, he should have been defeated long ago if he was surrounded and beaten by several professionals of the same level and a large number of lower-level professionals.
But the reality is that after fighting for almost an hour, Zhang Mu was like a big tree shaking in the pouring wind and rain, shaky and ready to fall, but always able to stand firm.
The more they fought, the more frightened they became. What kind of monster was this?
They still couldn't sense Zhang Mu's magic fluctuations, but they had guessed that it was the effect of some magic item that blocked his aura.
Because of several collisions of magical power, the amplitude of the shock wave caused by Zhang Mu's attack was almost even lower than that of the magician.
However, this guy who was barely a mage was able to hold back more than 30 professionals of the same level.
As the battle continued, our side even suffered casualties.
Danielson cast his magic with a serious face, thinking hard in his mind what on earth he had practiced.
In a flash, an ice cone shot out silently, going against everyone's magic.
He caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and saw that his expression was even more frightened than when he saw Zhui Ling appear.
Ignoring the backlash of the runaway magic on his body, Danielson forcibly interrupted the half-condensed magic and dodged sideways with blood spitting out of his mouth.
The icicle flew past his nose and pierced through the shield and chest of a wizard behind him.
Calming his pounding heart, Danielson recalled the dozen or so city lords who had been killed by it before, and couldn't help cursing, "Is this an ice cone?!"
The companion took a few steps away from Zhang Mu, and recovered his magic power at full speed. He glanced down at the figure that had crashed into the ruins on the ground and said, "If there's nothing wrong with my eyes, it's an ice cone."
"Your ice spikes can pierce through magic shields?!"
"Um, Danielson, I know Zhang Mu is very strong, but I hope you can stay calm."
"How am I not calm?"
"I'm a knight, how can I use Cone of Ice?"
If Danielson knew about a certain movie of Blue Star, he would definitely curse, "I said I kill people without blinking, and you ask me if my eyes are dry?"
Obviously he couldn't have seen it, so now he could only hit him on the back of the head with a staff and uttered a disparaging rebuke that his companions considered weak: "Idiot!"
This attack did not use any magic power. The knight's companion only felt a tingling sensation. He raised his hand to scratch it and said in a strange tone:
"What the hell, I'm sure the blade hit him several times, but his body...why can't I see any wounds?"
Hearing this, Danielson was also confused and said, “And his magic power, I can feel it gradually weakening, but after a while it suddenly returns to its peak.
This phenomenon... I have only seen it in Saint level."
"Is he a Saint?"
"If so, can we still talk here?"
"Makes sense."
The two men retreated to a safe distance to absorb the magic power in the air, while their eyes were fixed on Zhang Mu who was being attacked by a group of people, trying to find the key to the problem.
If Zhang Mu knew that they ran to the side just to observe his "weaknesses", he would only advise them not to waste their efforts.
Zhang Mu was not unscathed, on the contrary, he had been resurrected three times.
The reason why no one noticed it was because he was ingenious and created an illusion for himself.
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have become a god, and no external injuries were seen after stabbing for a long time.
"boom--"
A pure white fireball blew away the knight who was slashing at him, and Zhang Mu took the time to glance to the left.
Blois and the old man sent by the second prince confronted each other from a distance.
He didn't understand why the old man didn't take action for such a long time, but delaying would be beneficial to his side, so he cooperated with the other party and stood still.
Seeing that the old man was silent, Pestoya collaborated with Avril to slaughter the city lords. After half an hour, there were not many city lords left.
Zhang Mu withdrew his gaze and felt relieved.
If he gave himself another half an hour, he would be able to wipe out the remaining dozen or so city lords on his side.
Next, even if the old man took action, the gun array would distract his attention, and Blois and Pestoya's beating would not cause any trouble.
The only variable at the moment.
Zhang Mu threw out an ice cone and pierced another wizard, wondering where the second prince who had disappeared since the chaos had gone.
At first, we were good allies, but after I spoke, things became debatable.
Is the second prince on the side of the city lord, or is he neutral?
Zhang Mu felt that there were only two possibilities, and helping himself was directly ruled out.
As if in response to him, the second prince suddenly ran out from the ruins not far away, followed by thousands of high-level professionals.