Wizard God Seat

The dark yellow halo spread out, and everyone who was affected by it became slightly stiff, and soon returned to the original state without much impact. :Le: Text: Novel 3w.しxs520.o

However, for St. Jonard, this stiffness made him completely lose the opportunity to kill Caesar. When his body was stalemate for a short while, he was wearing a black wizard robe and holding a black jade. The texture cane, Al, who looked like a teenager, slowly walked out of the blue and white whirlpool. He just waved his hand slightly, and the huge Caesar and Hongye turned into an ordinary crow and an ordinary lizard respectively. The size of the man fell into the opponent's hands, and was placed on his left and right shoulders.

After his body returned to normal from his stiffness, St. Jonal did not immediately attack Al, because he found that he could not see through the opponent, especially the "Key of Time" that looked like a cane in Al's hand. Its power was too terrifying. Although St. Jonal doesn't think he will lose in battle with the opponent, he doesn't want to act rashly.

At this moment, while St. Jonal was constantly looking at Al, Caesar and Hongye were slightly confused when they saw Al who suddenly appeared beside them, like a **** soldier.

It's not that they never thought that Al was not dead, and suddenly appeared in front of them one day, but when this scene really appeared in front of Caesar and Red Night, they suddenly had a kind of unreality Feeling that the two of them will be quite overwhelmed for a while.

"Snapped!"

Al looked at Caesar who gave him a slap (wings), blinked, and said in surprise, "Caesar, shouldn't you have seen me in five or six years, would you forget me?"

Without paying attention to Al's words, Caesar looked at him and asked directly: "Did it hurt just now?"

"Nonsense, even if my strength has improved a lot compared to before, it doesn't make sense to be slapped, not to mention that you guy is not weak now, how could I not hurt."

"So... you guy is really not dead?"

"Nonsense, when did I say that I was dead."

As soon as Al’s words fell, the small lizard-sized Red Night immediately hugged Al’s head and kept roaring joyfully, while Caesar jumped onto Al’s head, grabbing Al’s hair and beak. Constantly pecked at Al's head, and for a while Al screamed in pain, but there was a trace of relief on his face.

"Oh, it hurts, Caesar, you guys, get me down quickly."

With a violent shake of his head, Caesar was thrown off his head by Al, but soon he fanned his wings and fell on Al’s right shoulder, just as before. As for Hongye, he immediately moved from Al’s The head flew down and got into Al's arms, leaving only a small head exposed outside.

At this time, Al looked at Saint-Jonal, rubbing his head, and said to him: "Sorry, my two friends have not seen me for a long time, so don't mind if you are a little bit enthusiastic."

Shaking his head, St. Jonal said to Al: "It doesn't matter, friends will be more enthusiastic if they haven't seen each other for many years. I understand very well, of course you can introduce yourself now?"

"Well, of course. My name is Al Grant, an unknown person. You probably don't know me."

With a lightly raised eyebrow, St. Jonal looked at Al and smiled: "An unknown boy? You are not an unknown boy, Al Grant, codenamed Balrog, ranked one hundred and sixteen on the heresy list of our church. Of course, this is only your ranking six years ago. Originally, the church thought you had died in the hands of Tomatoya of the White Tower of the Ring, but now it seems that this news is not correct at all. He didn't die, and he still had a stronger power than before."

"Hey, I didn’t expect me to be so famous among you. It’s just that you didn’t tell me this sort of ranker when you ranked on the Heretic List. It’s really too much. I protested. I didn’t know. When did my ranking become 116th."

"I accept your protest, and if you are not busy, you might as well go to the Holy City with me and go directly to the Holy City to protest. I can help you get through many joints."

"So good? Then I really have to think about it, but now I am definitely not going with you. After all, I am still very busy. Many things are waiting for me to do. I can't go for the time being. It's better to wait for me. How about contacting you before going?"

Speaking of which, St. Jonal didn’t bother to talk nonsense. He looked at Al and slowly said, “In my opinion, it’s great to go to the Holy City now. You can let go of anything, right? ?"

"Haha, it's not wrong to say that, but we still need to see if you can keep me."

As soon as these words fell, Al's expression was solemn, and the whole person, together with Caesar and Hong Ye, turned into a blue and white whirlpool and quickly shrunk, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Al's movement, Saint Jonal's eyes condensed, and he tore off the white cloak on his body and threw it into the air.

But the moment the white cloak was thrown out by St. Jonal, it quickly turned into a white curtain of light and quickly shrouded it, forcing Al, who had just performed the'Phantom Transformation', to be forced out of the void. The transmission was directly interrupted.

"Tsk, it's really a bit troublesome. I didn't expect this guy to have a legendary holy artifact~www.readwn.com~ as a **** stick with the word "Holy" in the name. It really is different from those poor ghosts and **** sticks."

Turning around, Al watched as he was gradually being forced towards him. The strong church leaders headed by Saint-Jonal smiled slightly. The left **** gradually shone with a faint golden light, and a blue scale slowly emerged on the center of his eyebrows. .

But at this moment, a sharp golden sword aura suddenly rose into the sky from the imperial city in the center of London, and then a quaint golden long sword phantom condensed from mid-air and crashed into that legendary level. Above the light curtain formed by the white cloak sacred vessel, the white light curtain waved in waves.

At this time, St. Jonal, who had been maintaining the white cloak and sacred artifacts to form a light curtain, changed his face and whispered: "Sword in the Stone! Empress Altria, are you going to stop us?"

As soon as St. Jonal's voice fell, a female voice full of majesty slowly sounded in everyone's ears.

"Block you? So what? You shot wildly in my London city, grabbed people casually, and destroyed a large number of buildings in my London city, because at least thousands of people were killed and injured in your battle. Do you think this is your holy city? Do you still think that the church can override the imperial power of my holy sword empire at will!"