In the two red smoke screens, Mimo, who was the sword of Jester in the middle of the year, would be covered up. When the cold light suddenly appeared, Jester slashed wildly, instantly chopping down the bodies of three flame giants, stepping on the fragments of the flame giants in the gap exposed in the air, and rushed upwards in the air.

Unfortunately, after cutting off another flame giant in the waist, a giant hand that reached out from somewhere hit Jester's shoulder hard.

The armor on his shoulder was smashed instantly. Thanks to the body-protecting Dou Qi to save his life, the giant hand brushed over Jester's shoulder and waist, and a series of sparks burst out. He endured the severe pain, Jester gritted his teeth, pressed his palm on the attacking huge wrist, and raised his body again.

What greeted Jester's severe pain was the second wave of flame giants in a neat plane.

Faced with such an attack method that had no gap, Jester had greeted Robben's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart. How could a magician do such a duel with people? This is a way to smash people with stones! And, "As far as the current situation is concerned, this method is still a way to make himself vomit blood.

If the sword in his hand was his own, which had been specially blessed, Jester would be at least 50% sure to break through successfully, but the sword blade in his hand would not be able to withstand the heavy blow."

The Pope also specifically advised him to use it carefully,

After a moment of thought, the iron discus-like flame giant crowd had already pressed in front of him.

Gripping your teeth hard, victory or defeat will be here! According to this posture, if you are smashed down, you will inevitably be seriously injured. There are still many ghosts waiting for you on the ground. If that happens, your hard work will be wasted.

With a long sword in his hand, Jester no longer cared about the pope's advice, and activated his fighting spirit to the limit. The white blade body suddenly turned blood red. Jester roared and greeted the giants who smashed down from the air.

"not good!"

The pope suddenly stood up from his seat, his face nervous.

Bishop Mora is right next to the pope, and his face is still pale now. His son is in danger. It is fake that the father says he doesn't care. It's not okay for his son to suffer any grievances. At such a critical moment, "But that's the Demon-Eating Blade!

On the square, a fire was soaring into the sky, and on the ground were countless flame giants roaring with their heads raised. The loud sounds shocked the audience around them buzzed in their ears, and the sky was even more red in the sky. The countless red magic arrays that were stacked together, as if their blood was relaxed, were still throwing the flame giants outwards. This scene had already made many timid audiences start to show fear.

However, in this red light, a hint of dawn suddenly appeared!

Shortly after the discus-like flame giant collided with Jester, a white light suddenly shot out from the discus-like flame giant.

With a loud bang, countless flame giants were shaken into pieces, like a volcano eruption, and the flames sprayed into the air again with gravel.

Jester, who was covered in fire, held the long sword with obvious dim blood and once again emitted a bright white light, and angrily wailed into the sky from the gravel and the flames.

Robben scratched his head, it was almost done. Jester burst out with powerful power in an instant, and it would inevitably require a short period of rejuvenation. With a thought, dozens of flame giants went straight to Jester from mid-air and fell down,

Jester's body rushed into the air, and dozens of large fireballs rushed towards him, but Jester seemed to not pay too much attention. Instead, he made a false grab, and then turned his body and faced the flame giant that was hitting straight down.

"Jest! You rebellious son."

Mora could no longer hold back and stood up from her seat with a loud roar.

Jester turned around in the air and once again accumulated fighting spirit. When he wanted to counterattack, the Demon-Devouring Blade, which the Divine Court regarded as a treasure and never easily took out, was already unable to withstand the huge impact of power and the infusion of fighting spirit. With a crisp sound, one-third of the cut off from the tip of the knife. However, Jester did not hesitate and slashed hard at the oncoming flame giant,

Dozens of flame giants hit Jester like a huge fireball. This time Jester did not create another miracle and his body was directly smashed down.

The expression on Mora's old face was extremely complicated. Now the Demon-Devouring Blade has been broken into two sections, but the matter has not yet come to fruition. This time it is impossible for the Pope to save Jester. The Demon-Devouring Blade is a divine object left by the twelve gods back then. To be honest, even the Pope may not have as much importance as this Demon-Devouring Blade. The Pope can choose again, but this divine object cannot be obtained anymore.

Robben felt that it was OK. If he really smashed Jester into the pile of stinging giants, Jester might be roasted to death directly,"

With a thought, Robben commanded one of the last group of flame giants falling from the sky and waved his hand fiercely."

Jester was knocked out of the sky like a ball, flew far away in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. After rolling around for countless o'clock, he hit the wooden pillar in front of the Pope's stands with a "bang", and then stopped. Robben guessed that with Jester's fighting spirit cultivation, he would never die.

"Boom. At this time, Robben's last dozens of flame giants were finally landed, and the square was destroyed by Robben in a mess.

The fine magic array in the air finally began to fade and disappear."

Robben was too lazy to pay attention to the flame giants. If he didn't deliberately maintain it, these summoned creatures would automatically lose their ability to move in a while. Only a pile of severely shrinking stones were left. As for how to deal with those stones, it was not a headache for Robben.

Raising his foot and getting up, Robben slowly floated a few inches from the ground and slowly flew towards the stands where the pope was.

Wherever Robben passed, there were a lot of exclamations. The flame summoning technique was a very ordinary magic, but this was the first time everyone saw someone using the flame summoning technique like this. Seeing that the field seemed to have lost its target, he was spinning around in a daze. I don’t know how many flame giants were. Everyone was sweating in their hearts. Summon so many at a time! How powerful mental power is this? This young Robben is a seven-star master!

Robben turned a deaf ear to everyone's discussion, and now he flew slowly because Robben needed some time to think about those magic scrolls. This is very good for Naibai. Every magician has the right to study magic on his own, and he can completely ignore how he achieved such a large-scale summoning, but the Pope couldn't tell him.

What Robben is thinking about now is how to deal with the pope's various reactions after defeating Jester,

Although the square is not only now, you can't think about your own problems slowly and infinitely. Soon, Robben came to the stands. He looked at Jester who had fainted and was being wielded by a priest next to him. Robben smiled secretly. Jester's armor was all broken, only the metal boots on his legs and one can be considered complete, his whole body was burned, his hair and eyebrows were all reimbursed, and blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was striking with so many flame giants in the air. Jester must have suffered internal injuries. He looked so embarrassed and embarrassed.

He apologized at the Pope, "I hope this is not too much. Jester took a very special weapon today, which poses a great threat to me."

Robben said, his eyes swept the ground in front of him. The knife in Jester's hand was lying in front of the pillar that Jester had just hit, but now the knife was only left with the broken knife handle, and the blades were all gone. I think that in the impact and rolling just now, the knife might have turned into pieces.

Roben could see the unbearable anger in the pope's eyes, and the two burning flames in his eyes were amazingly bright. Roben carefully looked at the pope's eyes, but found that the pope was staring at the knife handle on the ground.

"Nothing" Robben, you performed very well. I have never seen such a magic that can use basic magic to achieve such an effect. It's really admirable."

After a long time, the anger in the pope's eyes slowly faded. Luo Ben's eyes were full of kindness, and his voice was as peaceful as usual, which made Luo Ben admire Jiang's old man's spiciness.

Roben smiled humbly, "Your Majesty, you have been too rewarded!"

He raised his head and saw that the Pope's gaze was staring at him, as if he wanted to see something from him, "Robben! This purification robe feels pretty good, right?"

Robben was spotless and still had a shiny purifying robe, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the magic amplification effect of this treasure, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to win so easily. Now, please take it back."

While speaking, Robben took off his purification robe calmly and swept his eyes. Fanny, who was on the side, quickly ran to the table in the stands to pick up the tray with Robben's original white robe, and quickly came to Robben's side.

The Pope saw Robben calmly changing into the robe, and the doubts on his face became deeper and deeper.

"Your Majesty, is it time for us to get to the point next? To be honest, I'm really a little anxious, haha..."

"Okay, Robben, your performance is excellent. I think the gods will definitely give you a corresponding reward. Let's go here today. Tomorrow, we will receive instructions from the gods. Robben, this is your supreme glory."

It was tomorrow again, and Robben felt a little uneasy.

"His Majesty,"

"Jester, how are you?"

Robben was slightly stunned. When he was talking to the Pope, Jester on the other side had already woken up, and Mora was on the side, with a worried face on her face.

Pushing away his father and the pastor who treated him, Jester stood up staggeringly.

He can still walk by himself. It seems that the one I just now will be heavier." Seeing Jester walk over with one step and three waves, Robben muttered in his heart.

With a "bang", Jester knelt in front of the pope on one knee. It seemed that it was already very difficult for Jester to walk while standing, but his face looked a little better when he knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty...

Jester was indeed suffering from serious internal injuries. His words were not so coherent. He kept sucking the air conditioner. Maura's face twitched behind him, but he didn't dare to come forward. His son had caused a big disaster and he was unable to do so even if he wanted to save him. Now, he could only hope that the Pope could give him a lighter punishment.

"Jester, you have injuries on your body. It's not convenient to talk about your affairs now. You go back to recuperate. After your injury is healed, you will care about your gains and losses today."

Although the Pope had no expression on his face, it was obvious that the Pope was holding back his anger. The Demon-Devouring Blade, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was shattered today. How could the Pope not be angry?

"Your Majesty" this "this" is for you." Jester stretched out his trembling hand, holding something tightly with his five fingers and handed it to the Pope.

Everyone's eyes instantly gathered in Jester's hands.

The pope frowned slightly, reached out and took what was in Jester's hand.

This is a thick piece of paper that has been burnt a lot.”

The Pope looked at the paper in his hand with confusion, "Jester, what is this?"

Suddenly, the Pope's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes suddenly contracted violently, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper, and he never moved again.

Robben's heart fell into the ice cellar."

The Pope narrowed his eyes and moved his eyes from the piece of paper to Jester, and then slowly moved to Robben, "

"Duke Robben! This" was something you just took out, right?"

On the Pope's hand was a thick piece of roasted paper. Although many places had been burned, its original shape could still be seen from the outline. This piece of rectangle was about the size of an ordinary book.

This is the cover of the magic book that Robben just took out."

The pope slowly raised his hand and showed the side of the cover in front of Robben's eyes. The flame-baked cover curled up and burnt, but the words above highlighted the above words."

"The Undead's Shameful Wound Research Comparison Log!"

The Pope pronounced the words on the black cover word by word, "Duke Robben! Can you explain to me why this is obviously a log of Tawen will appear in your body. Don't tell me, as this requires a lot of research data to be written. It should be hidden in a confidential laboratory and be carried by a necromancer who may be attacked at any time!"
Chapter completed!