Chapter 346 The Oriole is behind (Part 1)

After hearing Stark's words, President Binglan laughed: "Stark, stop talking nonsense. Of course, I know that the two Popes are fine. You don't have to disturb our morale here anymore."

President Binglan secretly sent a message to the dark place below: "Two Popes, I know what I did just now is not authentic, but I have the same mind as you, that is, kill Stark, an outsider. You know if he is promoted, if he is not killed today, we will suffer endless troubles in the future. After this matter is over, Binglan will tie himself up and ask for forgiveness. But now, let us work together to kill Stark. This is the top priority."

After a while of silence in the darkness, the voices of the two popes came quietly.

The Dark Pope laughed and said, "President Binglan, you are asking for forgiveness if you say something about yourself. It's okay to deceive children like this, so don't use it to deceive us. But you're right, Stark is our best enemy. All we have to do is kill him. I agree with your decision."

But Pope Bing Lan snorted coldly: "President Bing Lan, I will remember what you did today." The implication also agreed with Bing Lan's words.

President Binglan received the support of both of them and immediately felt relieved. He looked up and shouted to the more than 20 subordinates around him: "Scatter and set up the formation!"

More than twenty mages obeyed the orders, scattered and left far away, surrounding the world, as if they were preparing some magic array.

Stark's eyes were cold. In his imagination, Binglan would not take the initiative because he had just plotted against two popes, but he didn't expect that he would really dare to face him head-on. Aren't he afraid of being attacked by the two popes when fighting with him? Then he thought, if he wouldn't help him by taking advantage of the two popes' dissatisfaction with Binglan, and kill Binglan first, then the two popes would be able to deal with him. With this idea, Stark decided to take action.

President Binglan also decided to take action with the secret support of the two popes.

"Do it!"

The two sides took action almost at the same time.

Although President Binglan is a seventh-level mage, he has the help of more than 20 subordinates around him and barely fights with Stark. President Binglan is a mage, and his every move is full of powerful magic—a giant sword of more than ten meters, a sharp wind blade, a black corrosive mist, and a rotating ice cone. Various spells are raging in this sea area.

"Boom!" "Slash!" "Crack!"

There were explosions everywhere and storms everywhere. Ice Blue's attack was fierce, but Stark was light and focused on breaking through every time. Ice Blue's attack could not cause fatal damage to him. With the bombardment of the two, the crack canyon also became in a mess.

In this sea, neither the warring parties nor the two popes hiding in the dark, they realized that besides them, there would be other people watching them not far away. Perhaps, in their consciousness, the top power on this road has been concentrated here. There is no one else.

Three hundred meters above the crack, there was a very ordinary and peaceful sea water. There was a trace of transparent and invisible power of faith flying around. Through the space barrier, we entered the unknown place of destination.

Wang Fan was quietly floating there, half-hiding in the sea water, and the battle below was reflected in his mind. He had been here for an hour. From the Ice Blue Design to the Ten Thousand Sword Killing Formation, to the match between Ice Blue and Stark, he could see it clearly. He thought the development of things was very interesting, so he did not rush to go down and join the battle.

"Master, these people are so cunning. Look at the two old popes who actually pretended to die. They are super strong people of the seventh level, and they don't have the dignity of a strong man. And that old mage is so despicable and cunning that he actually plotted against all three of them." Xiao Maoqiu shouted dissatisfiedly on Wang Fan's shoulder. His delicate little nose was wrinkled, so cute.

A light of wisdom flashed in Wang Fan's eyes, and he laughed: "Little Maoqiu, although their behavior is despicable, this is also their wisdom. If it weren't for such a smart person, how could he be in the position of the Pope or the President?"

"Master, I think we'll go down and kill them all, and this world is ours." Xiao Maoqiu jumped excitedly.

Wang Fan shook his head: "Little Maoqiu, how can it be wasted so much? Don't you know that the master lacks subordinates now? Seven strong men above level seven are a considerable fortune. How can I let it go! Hehe!!"

Wang Fan's eyes were filled with greed for wealth. Yes, he was paying attention to capturing these four people alive and turning them all into his own subordinates.

Just as Wang Fan was watching the battle below, there was another change below.

After all, President Binglan is a seventh-level professional. He is still unable to attack Stark's full-strength attack. In a short time, his body was covered with injuries of all sizes. Seeing the blood, Stark's offensive became even more urgent. Binglan was accidentally hit by Stark's left shoulder, and his entire shoulder was almost broken, and his shoulder turned into flesh mud.

President Binglan suddenly vomited blood and shouted: "Cabion, Porter, if you don't take action, I will withdraw!"

Stark was shocked and was suspicious. Suddenly, two powerful forces behind him attacked him together. These two forces were light and dark, obviously the power of the two popes. While Stark was thinking about whether to avoid it for a while, at the same time, President Binglan suddenly increased his momentum like he had eaten Viagra, releasing a golden-red ball to throw it at him. The ball looked ordinary on the surface, but it felt dangerous.

Stark was suddenly horrified: "Fire Spirit Thunderbolt Pearl! Damn!" Stark recognized the origin of this thing, and knew that he was powerful, he hurriedly fled to the side. However, the attacks of the two popes had already arrived.

Kabian flew out of the darkness, and a strange flying saucer-shaped flat metal object appeared in his hand. The metal object was flashing with a black and red luster, dense patterns, and a strange energy fluctuated. Kabian's face became extremely solemn, his hands folded, and his face showed a pious expression. He recited loudly in the air.

"The Emperor in the Dark, the source of power, the glory of all the ending, bloom, the holy light of darkness!"

As he recited, the flat metal object in his hand suddenly emitted a black and red light, which was many times stronger than his original annihilation light ball. Just feeling its breath made people feel trembling. The black and red light suddenly exploded and turned into a huge demon giant scythe. The black and red scythe was like the god of death in hell. It was still by the side of the Dark Pope at this moment, and the next moment it had reached the top of Stark's head.

The giant scythe fell gently, but it had the beauty of death.

Porter flew out of the light, holding a badge in his hand. This time he did not summon heroic moves from the badge, but summoned a holy sword. This holy sword is four or five meters high, but it carries extremely holy and powerful power. Fierce flames burned from the holy sword, which was pure white.

"The saint of light, judge all evil and darkness, represent the will of God, and punish the source of evil for me. Kill him!"

The Holy Sword of Light burned with fierce flames, and the next moment it had arrived at Stark and slashed across. The speed was so fast that people's thinking could not react.

For a time, Stark faced a joint force of three powerful men and all-out bombardment.
Chapter completed!