Yang Hai and the others wanted to know how this team of two hundred people fought against the three thousand Praetorian Guards, no, their enemies were not only the three thousand Praetorian Guards, but also the private soldiers brought by the nobles of King Qin, adding up to about 4,000 people. Although it was a street fight, 200 to 4000 was still a feat.

There is no need to understand the process, just by looking at the difference in strength between the two sides, you can know how heart-wrenching this war is, and the blood in the palace must have flowed backwards. It would be a pity if we could not experience such a tragic and magnificent war.

But Father Valentine didn't seem to take into account their mood - of course, it was possible that they were afraid that they would be too long in the dream to fight the evil spirits outside - anyway, Father Valentine's dream directly skipped the war in the royal city.

When their previous scene was shattered, they appeared directly inside the palace.

This is the main hall of the Royal Palace of Lakhta, where Marshal Lucas and General Faroua, covered in blood and carrying their swords, walked into the main hall of the temple, and Father Valentine followed with a solemn expression with a sacred fire burning in his body that had not had time to be extinguished.

The two hundred guards were all gone, and perhaps some of them were outside to resist the noble private soldiers and buy time for their chief; Maybe...... All of them have been killed.

Only Marshal Lucas, General Faroua and Father Valentine remained.

Moretti, the wrinkled, senile Prime Minister, or rather, Moretti I, was now sitting on his throne, looking down at the three "rebels" from above.

His face was gentle and kind, but his eyes were cold and fierce, and the sapphires of the crown scattered with an eerie and dazzling purple light, as if to devour the soul of the watcher.

Watching the three people gradually approach him, Moretti did not panic, but smiled softly.

Probably because of his age, Moretti's laughter was slightly hoarse. It's even weirder in the ear. Moretti said softly: "You have indeed given me a surprise, and it is not in vain that I can come here, and I see you as a threat." But that's all there is to you. ”

Lucas glared and was about to scold, when he heard General Faroua say lukewarmly: "If you really see us as a threat, we will not have the strength to stand in front of you." So don't elevate us, if you weren't a stupid idiot, we'd have already gone to the Yellow Springs. So, instead of complimenting your opponent in a false way, use this time to punish yourself. For example, take a piece of paper and write it a thousand times: 'Moretti is the stupidest person in the world?' You're going to be cool, I don't believe you can give it a try. ”

"The martial gods of the past can only use their tongues for their own sake now." Moretti said with a sigh of rage.

"Looks like you're very confident, Mr. Moretti." Father Valentine asked coldly.

"Oh? I also said why you two reckless men came to challenge me with confidence, it turned out that you brought a priest. A smile appeared on Moretti's face: "There are thousands of followers in Paneas, with such a small priest, what big waves can be turned?" ”

"That's what you think too much." Faroua continued to speak coldly, "Deal with very powerful demons. We need a very strong follower of the Light; To deal with an ordinary demon, we need an ordinary follower of the Light; Dealing with an unruly like you, by the way, your strength is also worthy of being called an evil demon? Let's just call it - Father Valentine, though he is not a skilled person, is it not easy to deal with you? ”

Moretti sneered: "Be arrogant. Takeo, you can never imagine what kind of power I have, it is a power that you can't imagine at all. ”

"Then show me." Faroua let out a loud shout and pulled out his axe pinned to his waist with his backhand. With a flick of the forearm, the axe flew towards the throne with a strong spin at great speed.

Moretti is also a very powerful martial artist. Subconsciously lowered his head.

The axe was embedded deep in the throne, and with General Faroua's attack, the battle began.

Grabbing his heavy sword, Moretti stepped down from his throne and fought the three of them.

They were inextricably linked for a while.

General Lucas couldn't even accept it for a moment.

Prime Minister Moretti was originally very strong, which Lucas knew very well in his heart, and what he was surprised and unacceptable was that Moretti's strength has grown to a very exaggerated level.

The three of them supported each other and watched each other, barely resisting Moretti's attack.

Father Valentine had analyzed this result before he came, and Moretti was very severely corrupted by evil spirits, and his strength was affected because of this, and he began to grow violently.

"This growth is not beneficial, but it is very tricky."

Now it seems that Father Valentine said a prophecy-

It doesn't seem right to say that the situation is intractable, the three of Faroua are very reluctant to support themselves, all the way from outside the palace, the three of them have consumed a lot of energy, and they are not in their best condition.

Under the siege of the three men, Moretti took a step forward to dodge Faroua's slash, ate a sacred fire from Father Valentine, and swung his sword to knock out the saber stabbed by Marshal Lucas.

The tingling sensation came from his wrist, and Moretti's strength was shocking. The old prime minister smiled evilly, stepped forward, stuck to Marshal Lucas, and threw a punch.

The punch, with its surprising stickiness, didn't push Lucas out, but sucked him in firmly. Lucas felt as if something in Moretti's fist—something like a tentacle—pierced his skin and into his body. He felt sick, but Valentine saved him in time.

The arc of holy light cut down like a blade, Moretti thought about it, or let go of Lucas, the holy light fell on the marshal's body, and in an instant, it turned from a blade to flowing water, mobilizing the potential of the body and the power of the soul, so that the wound healed rapidly.

Moretti sneered, holding the sword in his backhand, and as soon as the battle-experienced general Faroua saw the gesture of the old prime minister, he loudly reminded Valentine to be careful - be careful to throw the long sword!

At the same time, he and Faroua went back to Moretti one after the other.

Moretti was a bold artist, and finally threw the long sword out, and even if Father Valentine could react, his weak body could not keep up with his own thinking, and he was thrown on the shoulder by the flying sword.

If he didn't dodge slightly, the sword would have pierced his heart, and the moment the blade reached his body, it was only three centimeters away from his heart.

The tremendous force caused the emaciated Father Valentine to fly upside down, and after making a sound of a fist hitting the quilt, Father Valentine was pinned to the wall by the sword, and lost his combat effectiveness.

"It's your turn." Moretti said coldly-

Although Father Valentine was deposed, Moretti paid the price himself. He forced his attack under the siege of Lucas and Faroua, and after doing so, he endured a double attack.

Moretti made a trade-off, it was unlikely that he would dodge them all, and between the two men, Faroua and Lucas, he still felt that Faroua was more threatening.

So he turned around and dodged Faroua's sword, which Lucas plunged into the back of the heart.

The bright red blood exploded instantly, and General Lucas's face splattered with patches of blood.

Lucas thought about what Faroua had told them before: "Now, that old thing has been heavily eroded, and it's impossible to be sure if he's alone. So don't take it lightly no matter what. ”

Recalling these words, Lucas, although he felt that the prime minister was dead, carefully drew his sword, and then dodged backwards quickly.

This action saved his life, and the battered prime minister turned around frantically and slashed a sword, but slashed into the air.

Lucas perked up and wiped the drops of blood from his eyes that were blocking his realization.

It is said that his sword should have killed the old thief, but ...... Probably Faroua is right, this guy in front of him can't be considered a human being in the strict sense.

Because of the violent movement of turning just now, the wound on Moretti's heart suddenly cracked, and Lucas even saw the fragments of his own heart crushed outside the wound...... Even like this, this guy is still not dead!

"You're going to pay the price!" Moretti stared at Lucas coldly.

"Hold him back!" Faroua shouted.

Moretti's movements were not at all like that of an old man on the verge of death, he was as fast as lightning, and even with Faroua in his back, General Lucas rolled on the ground several times to barely dodge Moretti's attack. Moretti seemed very irritated by this—Lucas rolled around on the carpet without dignity, and with the force of his sword, he stuck into the floor and could not pull it out.

Lucas realized it was a good opportunity.

He jumped up, hugged the prime minister, and wrapped himself around him like an octopus, refusing to let go no matter how hard the prime minister hit him.

Moretti touched Lucas's shoulder and squeezed it hard, and the crackling sound of broken bones followed.

General Lucas let out a scream, but instead of letting go, he grabbed tighter.

Prior to this, Faroua had repeatedly stressed that they would never be Moretti's opponent if they fought head-on, and that only by entangling the prime minister's hands and feet could this battle have a chance of victory.

Now, that opportunity is just around the corner.

Faroua stepped forward and raised his sword aloft.

Hand up and knife down!

Moretti's head was cut off, spun around twice on the ground, and eventually rolled down the staircase to the throne. (To be continued......)