Chapter 228 Pope Osman

When Watt saw Clown jumping off the wall, his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly took two steps forward and came to the battlement of the wall.

He wanted to call the bishop back, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only clench his fists and worry.

The metal man who just went down was the summoned creature of the bishop, and he was not worried yet, but now the bishop went down personally, if there was a mistake, he would not be able to explain to the other two bishops.

When the deer-headed spirit saw Clown running over, it let out a howl like a night owl.

Just now, it perfectly controlled the enemy, which gave it strong confidence.

The vines had wrapped the metal man like a dumpling. Long-term hunting experience told it that the prey could no longer turn over any waves, and it was not worried that this enemy would break free.

It raised both hands and began to accumulate power, preparing to use a big move, and it wanted to avenge the last time it was killed.

In the last battle, there were many strong opponents of the same level, and many of its methods were not used.

This time, it wanted to let the enemy taste how terrible it was in its complete form.

The deer-headed spirit had already thought about it. After dealing with these two enemies this time, he would use their skeletons to decorate his body.

It can extract the essence of the bones of powerful prey and condense it into a bone spur.

Klauen's speed was very fast, and a faint warning arose in his heart. This was the warning given to him by the seventh sense.

His heart was tense, but his face was still calm, and he rushed towards the enemy at the same speed.

His attack power was much stronger than that of the metal clone in full state. The faster speed gave him greater flexibility and less reaction time.

No matter how strong the enemy's attack was, it would be in vain if it couldn't hit him.

The deer-headed spirit stared at the opponent, and when it found that the enemy stepped into its attack range for a distance, it immediately slapped the ground with both hands.

Large pieces of blue-gray branches exploded from the ground. These branches were covered with thorns and had two stages of damage.

The first stage was the burst of stabbing damage. When the prey was surrounded by branches, it would burst out with vine-like entanglement damage.

Its face showed an anthropomorphic sneer. All prey that gave it enough time to charge and stepped into the attack range became trophies on its back, becoming a comment on its strong strength.

Clown remained alert, but when the thorns under his feet vibrated, he jumped up and perfectly avoided the attack from the ground.

When he fell from the air, he launched a blade storm.

With the cooperation of powerful force, although this secret skill is not of high level, its damage is off the charts.

He was like the main propeller of a helicopter, rolling up a fierce whirlwind. Those hard branches that were stimulated by magic power were immediately cut into thumb-long pieces.

Escaped? How is this possible? !

The smile on the face of the deer-headed spirit did not last. It saw the branches growing wildly, but failed to catch up with the enemy who jumped into the air.

Clown did not plan to attack the magic totem this time. He wanted to see what level of real combat power he could reach now.

He wanted to let go and weigh the ability of this deer-headed spirit when it was in full state.

He released the Blade Storm and spun again, clearing the vines growing on the side and back of the target.

These magical vines will slowly disappear even if ignored, but that would waste his fast attack speed.

When Clown got behind the target, he immediately jumped up, held the sword with both hands and released a charged attack, and then swung it down heavily.

The antlers could not hinder his attack, and the giant sword slashed fiercely into the head of the deer-headed spirit, and the blade sank into the depth of half a palm.

The deer-headed spirit felt as if its head was hit by a giant hammer, and its ears were buzzing.

It was now like the feces of animals, surrounded by flies.

The blade was stuck in the monster's head, and Clown held the hilt to use the force to flip his body again and pull the weapon out of the target's skull.

The deer-headed spirit was surprisingly angry, and no enemy had ever hurt it like this in a one-on-one duel.

It let out a low roar similar to a mixture of a stag and a bison, and a large number of black crows emerged from its body and rushed towards the enemy.

These crows are also magical creatures, able to peck at the enemy's vitality to replenish themselves.

Clown countered the attack and rotated his body to release a blade storm.

Before the crows could get close to his body, they were shredded into pieces of meat and feathers.

Some broken feathers flew into the air and drifted far away.

At this time, the branches created by the deer-headed spirit disappeared. Clown did not continue to attack, but ran to the side of the metal clone and released the secret skill of cutting the wind.

The sword shadow formed a light curtain, and the vines that bound the metal man were cut off one after another.

The clone broke free from the restraints, and the fire cube took back the metal and put it into the owner's forehead.

The silver-gray iron-lead alloy metal essence covered the body surface, and Clown added another layer of insurance.

Up to now, the deer-headed spirit has not hit him once, and he decided to use this monster as an experience package to brush his skill proficiency.

The skills of charging attack, cutting the wind, blade storm, and cross sword have not improved for a long time. Taking this opportunity, he can hone his attacks and combine these skills in an orderly manner.

Clown began to attack the Deer-Headed Demon. The enemy was not slow, but he always missed.

He rarely used his weapon for defense. Occasionally, the enemy succeeded in sneak attacks, but it did not cause any substantial damage to him. Instead, the enemy had sword marks of varying depths on his body.

The Deer-Headed Demon had no chance to release its charging skills. Clown would definitely be able to interrupt it.

The monster was not in a hurry. It had much more physical strength than animals, and it was least afraid of a war of attrition.

It looked wounded now, but it did not affect its continued fighting.

Gradually, Clown began to feel tired and his attack speed began to slow down.

The warm current provided by the Golden Light Curse had disappeared. He had been attacking for twenty minutes. The enemy had now lost a palm and half of his thigh. The source armor on his body had absorbed enough damage and disappeared.

He no longer wanted to fight, and retreated quickly after another round of wild attacks.

After the battle, he had confirmed that he was sure to kill the Deer-headed Spirit in its prime alone.

Because the monster had the ability to resurrect, he would not get any benefit even if he killed the opponent, but would make the monster lurk deeper.

When the Deer-headed Spirit saw the enemy retreating, he thought that the opponent was exhausted and wanted to catch up, but his speed was much slower and he could not catch up, so he could only pull out the magic totem and leave in disappointment.

Seeing the bishop jump onto the wall again, Watt breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle just now made him tremble with fear. Many times he thought the bishop was going to lose, but the monster's attack was dodged.

At this moment, Watt's heart was full of reverence.

He realized that the most powerful force in the diocese was the bishop in front of him, and the opponent's strength was even stronger than the youngest bishop Fanny in a hundred years.

The eyes of the soldiers standing nearby were also full of reverence. The deer-headed spirit caused a lot of casualties to the night watch troops before the city wall was built.

Even after the city wall was built, some comrades had a lot of vitality sucked away by the monsters, and their bodies aged rapidly.

Now there is a person who can fight against powerful monsters for so long, and the excitement in his heart can be imagined.

Fu Jin fell on his master's shoulder and quacked excitedly. Buster meowed and jumped into his master's arms and whispered comfortingly.

Klauen's physical strength was greatly consumed. He stopped patrolling and rode back to the guard post near the city gate.

After contemplating the golden light spell for two hours, he felt that his physical condition had returned to its peak again.

He ended his contemplation and summoned a golden wall.

[Charge Strike: 1526/3000; First Order]

[Wind Slash: 144/5000; Second Order]

[Blade Storm: 2782/3000; First Order]

[Cross Sword: 4685/8000; Fourth Order]

The proficiency of these sword skills increased by at least 70 or 80 points, and at most more than 200 points.

With such a huge improvement in just 20 minutes, it must be said that the Deer-Headed Spirit is a good target. It turns out that actual combat can hone people's combat skills faster.

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St. Peter's Cathedral, Bray City, Anhalt Province.

Osman Druk stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, looking down at the entire church expressionlessly.

A blazing flame ignited in his hand, burning several pages of letters in his hand.

The letter came from Cologne Cathedral in Branden City, and the letter mentioned that the church's cardinal had advanced to the silver realm.

The Church of the Lord of Fire has twelve dioceses in the Kingdom of Farouk, and the cardinals of three dioceses disagree with his political views.

Now the cardinals of these three dioceses have all advanced to the silver realm, as if it is a silent mockery that those dioceses under his high control have not produced any silver-level strongmen.

Am I wrong? Shouldn't the church maintain absolute control over the kingdom as before?

How could I be wrong? !

Osman has some inexplicable irritability. The spiritual concentration of the world is constantly increasing, and more and more silver-level strongmen will be born.

When he prays now, he can occasionally hear the Lord's response vaguely. Perhaps in a few decades, the kingdom of the gods will reappear in the material plane.

This would have been a prosperous age, but it seems to have nothing to do with him.

In order to maintain the absolute power advantage of the Pope, when he was promoted to the Pope, he was assisted by the previous Pope to advance to the silver level using secret methods. At that time, it was impossible for a silver strongman to be born under normal circumstances.

Perhaps gain is always accompanied by loss. The secret method hurts the source of his life, and his strength will always remain at the fourth level.

Sometimes Osman would think, if the vision of the red moon in the sky had not appeared, how good it would be, he would still be the world's combat ceiling, with the most powerful authority.

There is no if in the world, now he can only watch the younger generations surpass him one by one, but he can't do anything.

Is he too clumsy?

Of course not, every pope must be the one with the most outstanding talent and mind among his peers in the church at that time.

He defeated all competitors and stood out. Those who were the same age as him had already decayed, while he was still enjoying the glory of the pope.

In recent years, he has been secretly studying various divine arts and witchcraft, looking for ways to make up for the problem of damaged origin. He does not allow himself to be born in a prosperous era but helplessly wither.

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