At the entrance to the inner tomb of the king, the people of the Temple of Light waited very quietly.

Surrounded by more than 100 elite royal guards, wearing red robes and iron armor, holding shields and spears, lined up in two rows, blocking the entrance, not squinting.

And the dozen or so people in the Temple of Light, sitting nearby, or standing aside and chatting, seemed extremely leisurely, in stark contrast to the elite atmosphere of the royal family.

Henry walked a little farther away, glanced at the two rows of royal guards, and asked in a low voice, "How long have they been in?" ”

"It's been more than two hours."

Henry's old face turned cold: "The inside of the royal tomb is quite large, but more than two hours is enough for them to get to the target point, and we can act." ”

"Do you really want to do it, without considering the reaction of the royal family?" Afanlin asked.

"What can be done, it's just something they don't want." Henry said coldly, "Besides, those stupid members of the royal family will know what that thing is for?" They can't even keep their keys. ”

Avalin smiled, feeling that Henry had a very reasonable point.

Then Henry waved his hand, and a dozen or so Light Priests, who looked leisurely, used their magic at the same time.

In an instant, light arrows, light bullets, and light judgment and other magic were thrown in the middle of the two rows of elite guards.

Because it was so sudden, the guards didn't even react, and they were directly overwhelmed by a large area of light magic.

After the rumbling sound, a large number of guards fell on the ground, mutilated limbs everywhere, blood splashed everywhere like black pulp.

A few soldiers with particularly tenacious vitality survived, but either suffered serious internal injuries or lost parts of their bodies, and if left alone, they certainly wouldn't have survived long.

One of them, who was clearly the leader, was lying on the ground, staring blankly into the air, and asked in a whisper, "Why...... What the? ”

The Cult of the Illuminati has a high reputation in France, and to the people of the country of France, the Cult of the Illuminati is kind and benevolent.

But this kind of completely unreasonable, without any warning, killed them all, like an evil person, so that the leader did not dare to believe it until he was dying.

Afanlin walked over, stomped heavily on the leader's neck, and after confirming that the man was dying, he looked inside the royal tomb and asked, "Go now?" ”

"Leave three people to guard the door, if the grave keeper comes, kill him."

"Three people, too little."

"Those grave keepers are already too weak to speak, they haven't fought for hundreds of years, they have lived here for generations, and they have completely become a ritual."

Afanlin smiled: "Your Excellency Henry, you are the principal, of course you listen to you, just ......"

Henry waved his hand: "If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility." ”

Afanlin raised his eyebrows and did not speak again. Then the group of the Temple of Light moved away from the corpses that stood in the way slightly, and the group entered the royal tomb.

Walking down the stone steps, the members of the temple were amazed when they saw the scene in front of them.

Afanlin also praised: "This place is actually more majestic than the pure soul place in our holy land, people dare to compare with gods, and the courage of the royal family is quite big." ”

"This place was built for them hundreds of years ago by our temple, and the pope at that time must not have thought of anything." Henry was about to say a few more words, but suddenly he frowned, looked into the distance, and said, "A heroic spirit is coming." ”

This royal tomb was built by the temple back then, and they naturally left some information. I also know what this thing is Heroic Spirit.

The two Heroic Spirits, who were looking for Beta, found the Temple Envoy node in the distance that did not use magic to cover their footprints, and after sending out the soul fluctuations of the communication, they pounced.

Henry and the others had already prepared, seeing two Heroic Spirits, ten Light Priests shot at the same time, and it took almost thirty seconds for a rain of light balls and arrows to erase the two Heroic Spirits.

Afanlin snorted: "It's too weak to work, this is the Heroic Spirit?" ”

Henry also smiled: "It should be exaggerated in the literature, how can it be called a heroic spirit with this strength." ”

At this time, the Heroic Spirits, who were searching for Beta, turned around and went over to them, and after Monica felt the soul alarm, she rushed over angrily.

The Temple of Light killed two Heroic Spirits, and before he had gone far, he saw another Heroic Spirit flying over, and Afanlin wanted to say a few more sarcastic words, and then his face became a little ugly.

Behind this heroic spirit, there is still a dense group of heroic spirits, and it is estimated that there should be about a hundred.

Henry's face was also a little ugly: "Cloth enchantment, kill them with all your might." ”

The three Light Priests immediately set up a white Light Enchantment. A group of heroic spirits flew over and surrounded the ending left and right.

Unlike normal souls, these Heroic Spirits have the ability to think, and they can feel the Light Barrier's restraint on them.

Instead of rushing forward, they wandered around, thinking about how to break the barrier.

"Since they don't come down, then I'll take the initiative to attack." Henry waved his hand and shouted angrily, "Collectively use a wave of light bullets to attack." ”

As soon as the words fell, the enchantment disappeared, and dozens of luminous bombs were launched, and the enchantment held up again in an instant.

This is a practical tip for the Cult of Light to fight together.

Dozens of glowing bullets, probably only a third hit. Most of the Heroic Spirits were first missing arms and legs, or even lost their heads, but then their missing parts immediately 'grew' back, but their bodies became more transparent.

There were also two Heroic Spirits who were unlucky, and they had more light bullets and disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the heroic spirits quickly dispersed and fell to the ground again.

"Again."

The barrier opened again, and dozens of bullets were fired. But the Heroic Spirits had already dispersed, and they had already been prepared, and after a wave of barrage, only a few Heroic Spirits were hit, and they were only injured, and they did not disappear at all.

There are also some more intelligent spirits who burrow into the ground in the dead corners of the enemy.

Although Wang Ling used a lot of anti-demon materials, the heroic spirits were different from ordinary souls, ordinary souls could not penetrate the ground at all, but if the heroic spirits wanted to dive into two or three meters, they could still do it.

"Again." Henry frowned.

Light bullets are not a high-consumption magic spell, and they have no problem firing them dozens of times.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream, turned his head to look, and found that there was a Light Priest's leg, which had been grabbed by a transparent hand.

Then a transparent shadow entered the body of the priest of light.

Priest Light scratched his throat desperately, as if something was choking his breath.