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Philip laughed, his fist flashed with a fiery red light, and he hit Loren hard on the chest.
Just when his fist was about to touch Loren, Loren's whole body glowed brightly, and the magic power condensed around him into a blazing white ball of light.
The ball of light exploded.
A deafening bang echoed in the canyon.
The blazing white light drowned Philip's figure, mixed with the eighth-level compressed magic power, and actually forced his fist to stop!
Philip, who had desperately exchanged injuries with Loren just now, stood up from the rubble. His posture was upright, but the skin on his body was severely burned, and smoke was rising.
The skin and flesh of Philip's tiger's mouth were torn open, and bright red blood flowed down his arm.
"High Priest Loren is indeed very brave, and he showed no fear when facing both of us at the same time."
Looking at his bloody fist, Philip actually laughed.
"..."
Loren's face was pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was holding on to his shaky body.
The blow just now was not a suitable move.
The Seventh God of War, Philip of Blood Chalcedony, who is good at [Enhancement] and [Fire], cannot face him head-on like this.
With the third military god Ghyat around, he had no choice but to exchange injuries with the crazy seventh military god Philip before he could take on his attack.
Facing two war gods at the same time, even Loren, who has experienced hundreds of battles, felt great pressure.
Originally, Loren thought he could still fight against the third god of the army, Geart, but when the seventh god of the army, Philip, appeared, Loren felt that the pressure had increased dozens of times.
The only good news is that Philip is not as strong as Geatt. The collision just now has already caused a lot of damage to Philip.
Now if you want to use roundabout tactics to win, it is almost impossible to win. With Guyat's control, it is difficult to escape. Maybe you can only find a way to fight hard, defeat Philip first, and then find a way to fight Guyat. Keep going around.
No matter what, he should be able to delay Juliana's successful return to the Aloran Kingdom.
Just as Loren was preparing to start this desperate battle.
A faint scent of sandalwood came from nowhere, and it was incompatible with the night style in the canyon.
Loren's eyes suddenly widened, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he looked towards the direction where the breath came from.
I saw a young man wearing a white robe and embroidered with complicated and gorgeous patterns already standing on the other side of the canyon.
He has short light blond hair and a clear face.
But the most heart-stopping thing was his clear and clear silver eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything.
"I have long admired Mr. Loren's name."
Simon Luo, the Emerald Seat of the Eleventh God of War, also appeared in mid-air.
He raised his hand and instantly healed all of Philip's wounds of blood chalcedony, making Philip's wounds that Loren desperately replaced just now disappear, and Philip's warrior aura returned to its peak.
Loren took a deep breath and looked at the three military gods surrounding him in the dark canyon.
He understood their plan.
Even Simon Luo, the eleventh war god who is good at [Healing] and [Wind], is here.
Among the three war gods who came to this desolate canyon, not one of them went to track Juliana, but all three stayed with Loren, as if they were sure to kill him steadily.
From the beginning.
The plan of these military gods is to hunt the top combat power of the United Kingdom Alliance!
"Originally we only hoped to get rid of Juliana, but we didn't expect that the big fish we caught in the end was you, High Priest Loren."
Emerald Simon Luo felt a little regretful, with a smile on his lips.
"..."
Loren looked at this scene. The three military gods joined forces. This was something he never expected.
But here's the thing.
How on earth were they able to plan such a perfect hiding route, bypass the Kingdom Federation's reconnaissance, and successfully pinpoint Juliana's location?
The night wind howled in the canyon, the sky was gloomy, and the blood moon hung high.
The three military gods looked at each other from a distance, all looking down at Loren.
Loren stood alone, bathed in the pale red moonlight, his face full of sadness.
Life and death no longer matter.
What matters is what else he can do now.
"I'm sorry, Lan Qi, it seems I won't have a chance to see you again."
Loren couldn't imagine the possibility of dealing with these three guys at the same time, and he couldn't pick Lan Qi back.
The ending is visible from the moment it begins.
Like melting ice cubes, it sends out waves of sighs.
he said to himself.
"Is the great priest Loren also afraid?"
Blood Chalcedony Philip looked at Loren's solemn expression and couldn't help but laugh.
Loren was the most calm enemy he had ever seen when he was about to die. It was precisely because of this calmness that Philip believed that Loren knew better than anyone else the despair he would face next.
"In fact, who can live in this world without being timid?"
Loren threw away the priest's black robe, leaving only the black shirt.
His eyes were like the coldest ice lake in winter, staring at the three opponents through the storm air.
"We are well aware of the atrocities committed by the Creain Empire. Even if it's not me, someone will eventually break the endless cycle and bring down the cause and effect."
His pupils seemed to be filled with silver light, raising his magic power to the extreme.
The words are so.
At this last moment, he can take off the shackles of the great priest——
Fight as a pure man! !
Outside the eastern border of the Kingdom of Aloran, the wind roared under the blood moon, and the war of the Gods was once again imminent.
Like lights illuminating the sky, the night sky turns to day from time to time, and then quickly dims again.
Chapter 706 Lan Qi’s Sad Battle
The second week of September in 1798 on the solar calendar was called the seven darkest days of the Alliance by newspapers that were constantly printed in various countries.
In just one week, under the purposeful encirclement and suppression by the Twelve Army Gods, nine eighth-level members of the Kingdom United Council Alliance were killed.
The Creation Empire did not hesitate to sacrifice its troops to cooperate with the God of War in a suicidal attack, forcing the Allies to dispatch reinforcements to important areas. Then once an eighth-level man was alone on the way to transfer, the God of War would use a three-on-one or seven-on-two model to accurately Lock it down and kill it solidly.
Facing at least one strong control, one strong attack, and one healing God of War at the same time, no eighth level person can be spared.
Even the great priest Loren also received news of his death.
As for the God of War, they are still in full condition so far. No eighth-level strongman from the alliance can inflict effective fatal injuries to them before death.
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On the vast land in the west of the Southern Continent, there is a superpower called Canbera.
Not only is it the leader in comprehensive national strength among the many kingdoms in the Southern Continent, it is also famous for being the center of peace and stability for many years.
Both the Southern Continent Movie World Management Association and the Card Creators Association have chosen to set up their headquarters here. Its vast territory is far beyond that of the Hutton Kingdom, the easternmost part of the Southern Continent.
The royal capital of Canbera, Sloveni, is the highest chamber of the United Kingdom Parliament.
The grandeur of its architecture seems to challenge the sky. The pure white walls are decorated with intricate hollow patterns. The sunlight passes through these delicate openings and turns into countless golden lines, intertwining the space with magnificent paintings of the Gods.
Deep in the highest chamber, there is a closed space filled with barriers and metal gates.
At this moment, several figures were sitting around the round table with solemn expressions.
The smooth mirror-like surface in the center of the round table is inlaid with a dotted chess game, reflecting every ray of light in the room.
"The Twelve Army Gods have only one purpose, and that is to hunt the eighth level."
Someone broke the silence.
Every war that the military gods participated in before was just an illusion. Conquering cities and territories was not their responsibility and the biggest threat.
The eighth-level national protector is a top level combat power that cannot be supplemented by any party. Only time can slowly repair it.
In other words, the military gods' blatant and precise attack on the eighth level was a conspiracy.
Who leaked the whereabouts of the eighth level?
Anyone can see that there is something wrong with the top brass of the United Kingdom Council.
The Creation Empire just wants the Kingdom United Council Alliance to know this.
Now that the entire kingdom has united with the Parliamentary Alliance, everyone is in danger.
Confederate residents no longer had faith in the parliamentary center.
The Allied countries will no longer be willing to adopt high-risk strategies, but will inevitably choose the most stable strategy possible to preserve their own country's top combat power. They will no longer obey the dispatch of the United Parliament of the Kingdom and risk falling into a trap to support other countries.
The corresponding result was that after the alliance's conservative strategic policy was confirmed by the Crean Empire, the support between the kingdoms decreased, and the battle front began to formally collapse.
There was a heavy atmosphere in the air of the highest chamber, and the faces of the figures present had serious, focused, and even nervous expressions.
"Is it possible that besides our internal leakage of information, the other party also has a super-standard fortune teller?"
A figure spoke with worry.
The more they searched inside, the more frightened they became. When they found one, it seemed like there was another.
"No matter what, the purpose of the Creation Empire has been achieved. Once the crisis of trust occurs, it can never be repaired."
Another figure added.
The gazes of the congressmen circulated between each other, searching for each other's positions and ideas in the silent communication.