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From Councilor to Archbishop Chapter 579: Temporary Retreat

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    In less than five minutes, Archdeacon Florentino slashed his way through the densely packed Swiss with swords and hammers, killing or seriously injuring more than fifteen enemies.

    Although they were killed like chickens in the face of this powerful being, the members of the Swiss Guard, whose minds and bodies were now filled with purple blood, could not feel the fear at all, only the honor and glory of sacrificing their lives for Sirik.  Excited.

    Of course, Florentino will not object to this situation.

    Although these mental powers give the Swiss Guards a great advantage when dealing with ordinary Habsburg soldiers. It is not easy to die without fear of the dead on the battlefield, but in the face of a warrior with extraordinary skills like him, the tenacity of the spirit is also meaningful.  Not big.

    He has seen and defeated many times in the Black Continent such nomads or alien tribesmen who were driven to death by the high priest of the tribe. No matter how powerful the spiritual power is, they can be cut with a sword.

    As long as there is enough blood, a mind that has been burned and dizzy by faith can be washed away and sobered up.

    Even the desert ogres who feed on humans on the edge of the Sahara can understand that Florentino is not on their menu after shedding enough blood.

    The Swiss are even more unimpressive.

    There is no part of Florentino's body that is not frighteningly crimson now, and the Swiss's hot blood spurting from his neck has formed a thick layer of scum on his armor and mask.

    This greatly affected Florentino¡¯s vision, but in the square formation, vision was not that important.

    If it doesn¡¯t exist, it won¡¯t exist.

    What makes Florentino irresistible is not his eyesight, but his instinct as a top warrior.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the blue, he can kill a dedicated Swiss with just one pick.

    Then he leaned back slightly, letting go of a dagger close to his nose. He knocked down the dagger holder with a knee strike, and then used his arm to severely smash a helmet and the head inside.

    The blood did not hinder his killing at all.

    ?????????????????????? But the true electors of all ages have made the right choice in choosing the Swiss as their own soldiers. These mountain heroes have had a bloody feud with the Habsburg family for more than three hundred years, even if they were destroyed again and again.  But the rebuilt troops' hatred and bitterness for the Holy Roman Empire remained deep, and they bought enough time for their bosses.

    The true chosen pope is therefore able to fight back.

    Florentino soon realized that he was still careless. The competition with Frunzberg made him actively pursue greater results, so that he exposed his flaws.

    He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm.

    Fortunately, his instinct was still working, faster than his thinking, and his arm was still intact.  He gave way to Oswald's blow that was as fast as the wind.

    This soul-stealing night shadow emerged from under the dead soldier, intending to cut off Florentino's arm.

    Of course, Florentino¡¯s arm was only ¡°still intact¡±, but the soul-stealing night shadow still made a huge hole in it.

    Florentino¡¯s own blood once again flowed from his body.

    Then Florentino felt as if his body had been emptied out, "absorbing energy"!

    The Church of Rome does not have a "national" master who can use this kind of ninth-level necromancy magic, but the church has accumulated all the high-level magic scrolls in its treasure house for hundreds of years, including this kind of magic scroll worth hundreds of thousands of talers.  of top reels.

    Of course, a scroll of this level is even considered by the Roman Church.  It is also a rare treasure.

    The second huge wound followed, and behind the other fallen soldier, a three-meter-long giant ax struck at Florentino's body.

    Florentino squeezed a Swiss man behind him in time, but his blood still flowed out.

    The characteristics of "Luo Ying" made it unnecessary to cut open the armor, and directly created a half-meter-long chest on Florentino's chest.

    This strange ax that distorts spirit and matter reaches its maximum power in the Sistine Chapel, the gathering point of faith.

    Blood squeezed out of Florentino's armor violently.

    Florentino realized something was wrong.

    Although this wound is long, it was because of his timely avoidance.  It should only leave a horrible wound that is not deep enough to bleed so much.

    That giant ax is not only astonishingly powerful, but also a strange object.

    In an instant, this well-informed man made a judgment.

    With the help of powerful warriors, dangerous shadows, and several priests, Florentino decided to give up.

    ?Although he is eager to achieve great results, his mind has not completely lost its sanity.  At this time, I also knew that I had to retreat.

    Although the Swiss who separated him from the United Kingdom's line were now only covered by two thin layers, he could not hold on to break the formation.

    He wants to retreat.

    But it was too crowded. Although he killed many Swiss, these most elite troops and the most devout believers of the True Pope still went forward to attack him. If he was given space to display, the formation would collapse.

    This time allowed him to kill faster.  More efficient.

    Now he can't escape.

    At this time, he had to face the unfavorable situation that those Swiss people had just faced.

    The enemy besieged him fiercely.

    Florentino¡¯s sophisticated armor helped him block the heavy hammer of a red archbishop, and even armor-piercing weapons could not hurt him.

    It¡¯s really not the fault of the master who made the armor that he couldn¡¯t stop the ¡°falling cherry blossoms¡±.

    Florentino chopped down another Swiss with his backhand.  But this time, under the watchful eye of the soul-stealing night shadow, he failed to completely solve the problem.

    The Swiss who had been knocked down used his last strength to hug his feet.

    Florentino gave him another kick, crushing his head like a watermelon.

    But the Swiss¡¯s efforts and sacrifices are valuable, and the efforts and sacrifices of his other comrades are equally valuable, but his results are very direct.

    Another heavy hammer hit Florentino¡¯s helmet. The manager narrowly avoided the critical point by leaning back, but he was hit again on the shoulder. More importantly, he lost his balance.

    Tony¡¯s ax was too big to swing in the crowd, and he only had one chance to attack, but this blow and Oswald¡¯s subsequent thrust knocked Florentino to the ground.

    When these powerful beings besieged Florentino, Ladislaus commanded the troops to move up two more stairs.

    The few people in the front row can already see this important battle.

    But the Swiss who stood in front of them were as determined as the comrades who besieged Florentino. The United Kingdom soldiers who were close at hand watched the old manager in a purple wave being besieged by powerful enemies.

    A Spanish Archbishop also rushed to the front of the battle. Under the protection of soldiers, he performed a "Cure Fatal Wounds" to help Florentino.

    "No! It will cause fatal injuries!"

    At the last moment when the magic was about to take shape, Frundsberg arrived.

    He also shouted at the same time.

    Prevented this erroneous spellcasting.

    Sirik¡¯s eyes are focused here, interfering with his priest¡¯s spellcasting. Sirik¡¯s priests from Spain and the United Kingdom have killed several wounded people and healed many enemies.

    Like Florentino who wanted to challenge him, Frunzberg plunged into the formation regardless of the enemy's halberd.

    "The Sword of Babenberg" blocked several weapons of the Grand Controller who were attacking to the end. The most dangerous attack was not carried out with weapons.

    ??But by yelling.

    "Oswald, the conditions my master promised you are still valid!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone  Users please go to m. to read.)
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