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Chapter 117 Cheer up, work hard, struggle

"I: the great, devout, serving the gods Clinton will follow the process and give you the most unforgettable lesson: If you fail, I will tie you to a burning cross." The monk in his thirties stepped forward, and he ripped the monk's robe.

The dark yellow monk's robe was easily torn off by him, revealing a tight combat suit inside.

It is said to be a combat suit, but it is actually the priest's robe of the Glorious Holy Court.

The monk looked quite heroic in his outfit: his national face, bright eyes and tight lips. All of this made him look very heroic.

"I, the young wizard: Alpha Li Song will let you know that your so-called glory and greatness are just as defensive as paper in front of the wizard." According to the customs he heard, the wizard used wizard words to implicitly express his real name. Of course, in order to implicitly say his real name, he used nearly a hundred wizard words to describe and explain. In this way, it effectively avoided the problem of leaking the real name.

As for whether the other party understood his real name, it was not what he cared about. The wizard hoped that they would not understand their real name for the time being.

As the wizard thought, no one understood the real name of the wizard. They even said in front of the wizard and listened to it later, they quickly forgot what the wizard's words were written by the wizard.

"Although I don't know what you said, I think you will tell your true name according to the rules!" Priest Clinton sneered: "Under the glory of the great gods, anyone must follow the rules. Now, I declare war like you in the name of Clinton. According to the rules between us, I make rules in the name of the declared warrior: As a wizard, if the battle fails, it will hang on the burning cross and burn back to the capital; as a priest, if I, Clinton, fails, I will walk on the Free Ridge with the burning cross."

While talking, two nuns of the monk with national faces walked out of the crowd. The two nuns knelt behind him and pulled out a half cross from their chests that was only the length of their fingers.

Two and a half crosses were held in the hands of the nuns, and with the simple prayers of the two nuns, the half crosses flew into the air and then pieced together to form a complete and burning cross.

The cross burned and emitted a scorching flame. Under the sacred light, the cross continued to expand and finally became three feet tall and suspended above the two nuns.

The flames on the cross are holy and orange.

"It seems that your cross is new, and you have never burned a wizard to death. Well! Let me think about it, yes, I heard that the cross in your Temple of Glory has not burned a wizard to death so far. It's really a pity!"

"Witcher, I will fight you according to the rules. Do you accept it?"

"The Glorious Holy Court unifies the continent for thousands of years!"

"The Holy Court of Glory is eternal and endless, thousands of years, thousands of years of age!"

"The Lord of Glory has boundless magic power, and it is powerful all over the world, thousands of years, thousands of years of age!"

The nuns shouted wildly by the monks of the Glorious Holy Court with banners. A hot light emerged from their eyes, which was almost exactly the same as the brainwashed sect that the wizard saw in his previous life.

"A sacrifice will appear on this burning cross today. This sacrifice will also be the first wizard offering of the entire Holy Holy House. By that time, my name Clinton will be written on this burning cross. All members of the Holy See will worship me."

The monk in his titular face shouted frantically. The monk in his thirties still had a lot of energy. He waved the scepter in his hand and rushed towards the wizard.

The holy light shone on monk Clinton from the air. He felt the favor of the gods, the eager expectation of the gods for him, and the love of the gods for him.

In an instant, he felt his whole body full of strength and his blood boiled.

"Praise the gods, I will defeat my old enemy: a young wizard." Priest Clinton shouted, and a holy light burst out from his body and reflected the light shining from the sky.

"Let your so-called gods see my infinite arrow." The wizard smiled, and he said the syllables that opened the witchcraft, and a crystal-colored vortex appeared above his head.

The vortex rotated, and more than ten hard bows emerged from it: the bowstrings were pulled open by themselves, and armor-breaking arrows appeared on the hard bow.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of bowstrings sounded, and arrows made a shrill whistling sound at Priest Clinton.

The holy light tumbling, turning into a barrier to resist the arrows.

Arrows kept hitting the holy light, and each arrow teared a large piece of light. Priest Clinton shook his body under the impact of the arrow, and was hit by the powerful impact force and retreated one after another.

"Praise my Lord, the gods, and his power will protect me, and his wrath will turn into a hurricane and strangle my enemies."

Priest Clinton took out a heavy scripture, and hit the scriptures in his hand, making a sound like a cowhide drum.

Arrows roared, and more than ten hard bows were pouring down one after another, without any stop.

A hurricane formed by holy power emerged out of thin air. The hurricane rotated, but just after he left the side of Priest Clinton, he was forcibly torn apart by the uninterrupted arrows that followed, into a breeze.

"This is unscientific! You are a wizard, how can you take a bow and an arrow?"

Seeing that the wizard's arrows tear apart his most powerful magic, Priest Clinton screamed in dismay, and he felt that he and his friends were shocked.

"Haha! Unscientific? In the eyes of wizards, there is nothing unscientific." The wizard smiled. He can now control more than ten hard bows at once. These hard bows contain some experience of archers shooting. Arrows roar, some draw strange arcs in the air, and some fly in rotation.

In short, the flying trajectories of the strange arrows are different, but the landing points are all the weaknesses of the magical arts. This is how they can easily tear the opponent's magical attack.
Chapter completed!
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