Chapter 395：

Don't think about it, it must have been the hunting angel.

The problem is that the hunting angel has not seen anyone until now.

Keep hiding in the dark is far more stressful than showing up on them.

Without any hesitation, many mythical powerhouses ran away frantically, hoping to escape the space storm.

It's still too late.

The old man in Mai with an invincible bodyguard is unmatched.

A space storm is set off, and all the spaces in the area are like paper, shattered in an instant.

"Invincible!"

"Holy Guardian!"

"Guardian of the stars!"

"..."

Many myth-level powerhouses in the temple also have invincible means.

After all, the true source of the invincible skills acquired by the Lord of the Temple of Heaven is the Temple.

Not all temples have mastered this invincible skill, and only a few have them.

Dozens of myth-level powerhouses have not reacted yet, the shields on their bodies have been torn to pieces, their bodies have been cut by countless space cracks, and they have quickly lost their breath of life.

The guy who turned on Invincibility or Divine Guardian was a little better and didn't suffer any damage.

Of course, this does not mean that they can escape.

Under the space storm, they were caught in the turbulence of space and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just one stroke of the space storm instantly stunned the Temple Alliance army. Except for the myth-level powerhouse who escaped relatively quickly, everyone else either died tragically in the space storm, or was exiled by the strange space power, and their whereabouts were unknown.

Only a few people who turned on the invincible effect survived.

At this moment, they had no idea of ​​fighting anymore, and they were scattered all over.

The loss is too great!

In a short period of time, at least thirty mythical powerhouses died.

This is the biggest casualty of the myth in history.

The opponent also proved his strength with actual actions.

These people did not leave completely, they did not want to retreat, but were waiting for opportunities.

Without invincibility, no matter how strong the strength is, two fists are hard to beat four hands.

"Dimore! Take a good look at what you do! If you didn't protect him back then, this kind of thing would not happen! You will compensate for the loss of the Temple Alliance?"

There was a violent shout in the sky, and a more terrifying aura came.

A powerful presence, wearing a crown on his head and various pope robes, descended.

Although the matter here is handed over to the hundred myth-level powerhouses of the Temple Alliance, it does not mean that the temples will not pay attention.

At the moment the myth-level powerhouse fell, they felt a little bit and hurried over here quickly.

After all, it was a step too late and failed to stop the space storm that broke out in time.

"Triberg! You disappointed me so much!"

"I saved you back then. It was my fault! I will be responsible for the mistake."

The Pope of the Temple of Wisdom walked out, looking at the space storm that hadn't dissipated in the distance, and the broken limbs everywhere on the ground, his expression distressed.

Back then, he had received the great kindness of the other party. If it hadn't been for Triborg's shot, he would have starved to death when he was living on the street.

Until he was chosen by the wisdom god, he changed the destiny of his life.

Because of the kindness of the past, the Wisdom Pope tried his best to protect the last prince when the sun never sets and the empire was destroyed, and he paid a great price.

This also makes the Temple of Wisdom the least number of believers in all the temples, and it has to bear the blame of the God of Wisdom, and the cost is not heavy.

A thousand years of silence, I thought that the other party would calmly return to the dust with the memory of the empire that never sets.

In the end, I was wrong.

"Haha, Dimore, even if things happen again, I will save you!"

"Unfortunately, you are the Pope of the Temple of Wisdom, and I am the remnant of the empire that the sun never sets. For thousands of years, I have watched the temple take away my land and my people, and watched them brutalize the people close to me. You know what I am. Feel it?"

"You don't understand, there has never been a real empathy in the world!"

The Wisdom Pope looked at the old man Mai with helpless expression.

The other party is not only a savior, but also his own thousand-year old friend.

In the days when there is not much time left, they have to stand on the opposite side.

"Ugh……"

A long sigh.

He belongs to two different camps, and he has a reason to have to take action.

"My friend, do it!"

The old man Mai smiled miserably, his eyes gradually calmed down.

"It's been a long time since I have fought with you, let us have a fun fight!"

The two figures fought together, and the figure of the Wisdom Pope looked like a ghost, as if possessing the power of an unknown prophet. The old man Mai was accurately evaded by his attacks from time to time. Faced with the storm-like attacks, he did not even hurt the corner of his clothes.

"What a rogue means!"

"Space shock!"

The space around the old man Mai vibrated, forming ripples.

All targets subject to space shock will fall into a stun state.

The Wisdom Pope, like an unknown prophet, once again dodged lightly, appearing outside the range of spatial shock.