Signing in for 18 years, I took in the witch and raised her hand to kill the god

Chapter 117

In the strong wind, gravel-sized hailstones fell from the sky in a daze and hit McGrove's body. If any mortal was hit by it, he would probably lose half his life .

The power of nature is always so orderly, but it contains huge energy.

It's not so much that you are not afraid of being smashed, it is better to say that you can't be smashed.

In the eyes of Ronan and others, the apostate McGrove in front of him has lost the image of a glorious and upright paladin. This can be seen not only from the simple clothes and messy beard, but also because A horn above his forehead exudes an ominous black flame.

As we all know, the Slaine Theocracy is the largest religious organization and country on the western continent, and all its congregants and believers are clean freaks who love holy white and their own cleanliness.

In their teachings, there is a special teaching: God loves the world, but the world is turbid.

In order to better please the omniscient and omnipotent God they believe in, they can't wait to take a bath several times a day, and even use a brush to clean the underside of their nails.

once.

As the leader of the Paladin Legion, McGrove is one of the best.

Ronan had read his information, and it was rumored that the Knights of the Holy Spear led by him was one of the five holy legions under the command of the Theocracy, and it was the real mainstay.

Relying on his neat attire and melancholy uncle demeanor, McGrove has won the favor of many unmarried women in the Theocracy, and even several princesses have taken a fancy to him.

Look now...

Ronan took a closer look: Leaving aside the bare upper body, the lower body was casually wearing a piece of armor-style combat trousers, many places were tattered, with thick body hair, strong muscles, and a pair of big naked Feet, with a head of long hair that has not been styled much, plus a big beard unique to the people of the Western Continent.

The whole Western Fantasy version of Tarzan is alive and well.

How can this be connected with the once admirable and beloved paladin leader.

But what caught Ronan's attention the most was that there were strange black patterns engraved on McGrove's body, and there was a scorching aura on it, even mixed with the smell of sulfur.

Plus that monster-like horn...

Ronan sneered, "You also said that I am the son of the Warlord of the Winter Empire, and that Winter is a powerful human country, how could it be possible to make a deal with people like you who are in collusion with hell monsters in an open and honest manner?"

"Don't you understand this simple truth?"

"The sulfur breath from hell has confused your mind!?"

Facing Ronan's sneer, McGrove's face was very ugly.

A face that was already dark and somewhat flushed was even more ugly, inexplicably resembling the legendary pig liver color.

But he was the rumored apostate who dared to betray the Slaine Theocracy, a first-class ruthless person, so it was impossible for him to be provoked by Ronan's few words.

"Viscount Ronan, don't rush to refuse, at least let me tell you what kind of deal it is! I can assure you that if this deal is successful, it will only benefit your Stuart family..."

"no need."

McGrove's words were once again interrupted by Ronan.

"I know you want to make a deal with me, but I'm sorry, I don't have the idea of ​​betraying humans and cold winter yet, please make way."

Ronan looked at McGrove in front of him, focused on his horn, and said, "Making a deal with a family member of the Duke of Hell... Hehe, I'm not crazy!"

After Ronan revealed his identity in a single word, McGrove's friendly smile disappeared slowly, replaced by a fierce aura.

"Everyone in the Theocracy is a selfish villain who only knows how to oppress ordinary people. If I don't borrow the power of hell, how can I escape their pursuit!"

McGrove raised his head, a pair of dark eyes glowed with dark flames, which was an expression of hatred for the Theocracy.

Hatred will bring great power to people, but if one is not careful, it will burn on one's own body, sweeping away even one's own ashes.

"The Theocracy's behavior is your business, but you must never be dragged into me, a citizen of Winter. I have finished my words, and I have expressed my meaning clearly. What on earth are you..."

A group of black flames came straight to the front door, rubbing—bang!There was a violent explosion, and a huge ice shield stood in front of Ronan, blocking the sudden attack.

It turned out that the Budbaren brothers were always on guard against McGrove. The moment he struck, they quickly took out their weapons and combined them into a magic shield, instantly blocking the latter's attack.

But... The faces of Bud and Barron became serious at the same time.

"Young master, his black flame is unusual, I feel that my magic power is being consumed violently!"

The somewhat dull younger brother Barron also nodded.

The two of them are twin brothers. After being cultivated by the family, they can briefly enter into a state similar to a fusion. In that wonderful state, the abilities and magic power of the two of them can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

I heard that when the two of them were still at the Gold level, under the influence of the Northern Legion, relying on their unique combined attack technique, they killed an unknown number of powerful beastman empires, almost triggering the pursuit of a holy level orc powerhouse !

McGrove's black flames can actually make their huge magic power feel tricky...well, something.

However, Ronan had some guesses.

Seeing that he missed a hit, McGrove immediately opened his hands together, and a huge black flame giant sword was transformed from his palm. Black flames were wrapped around the big sword, and there were gusts of wind around him. The force melted the flying snow in the entire area.

The Shadow Wolf immediately emerged from Ronan's shadow. A pair of wolves hidden under the black robe stared at McGrove intently. Their sleeves were silent and automatic. The palm emerged, tearing open a gap in the Shadow Realm, and jumped behind McGrove.

The sound of gold and iron clashing came, accompanied by powerful power fluctuations, the several flying monsters pulling the carriage were compressed into minced meat immediately.

Shadow Wolf is a holy rank!

McGrove is also a saint!

Coincidentally, the two are both at the peak of the holy level, and the inadvertent power fluctuations emitted during the fight are enough to kill the existence below the holy level on the spot.

"Assemble, open the shield!"

The Bard brothers immediately gathered many family knights and guards scattered around, using the defensive magic that can only be learned in the northern army, gathered the magic power of everyone in the first place, and created a huge magic circle .

Outside the formation, between the two Saint-level battles, the wind and snow melted, and the sky was clear.

In the formation, everyone supported with all their strength.