At the entrance to the king's tomb, the people in the temple of light remained quiet.

Surrounded by hundreds of elite royal guards, wearing Qianhongpao iron armor, holding shield spears, lined up in two rows, blocking the entrance, not squinting.

The dozen or so people in the Temple of Light sat nearby or chatted side by side, seeming to be very leisurely, in stark contrast to the royal killing atmosphere.

Henry went further, glanced at the two rows of royal guards, and asked with a low voice, "How long have they been in?"

"It's been over two hours."

Henry's old face cooled down: "The interior of Wang Ling is quite large, but more than two hours are enough for them to reach the target point, and we can move."

"Do you really want to do it, regardless of the royal reaction?" Afanlin asked.

"What's the reaction, what they don't want," Henry said coldly. "Moreover, the stupid royal family members will know the purpose of the thing? They can't even keep their keys."

A Fanlin smiled, and found Henry to be very reasonable.

Then Henry waved his hand, a dozen bright priests watching the leisurely, and at the same time used magic.

Suddenly, the magic of light arrows, light bullets, and light trials were thrown into the middle of two rows of elite guards.

Because it was so sudden, these guards were useless even to respond, and they were drowned by a large amount of bright magic.

After the rumbling sound, a large number of guards fell on the ground, with broken limbs and blood everywhere, and blood was splashing everywhere.

Several soldiers with particularly strong vitality survived, but either suffered serious internal injuries or lost part of their bodies. If left alone, they would certainly not survive long.

One of them, apparently the leader, was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the air, and whispering, "Why ..."?

Bright theology has a high reputation in France. For the people of the French nation, the bright theology is kind and kind.

But this is totally unreasonable, and without any warning, they are all killed, and they behave like an evil person, so that the leader cannot believe it until he is dying.

Afanlin walked over and stepped heavily on the neck of his head. After confirming that the man was out of breath, he looked inside Wang Ling and asked, "Go now?"

"Leave three people at the door. If the gravekeeper comes over, let alone kill."

"Three people, too few."

"Those grave-keepers are already too weak, and have not fought for hundreds of years. They have lived here for generations, and they have completely become a ritual."

A Fanlin smiled: "Honest Henry, you are the principal, of course I listen to you, but ..."

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

A Fanlin raised his eyebrows and did not speak again. Then the Light Temple and his party moved away the corpses that were blocking the road slightly, and the party entered the king's tomb.

Walking down the stone steps, the members of the temples were surprised when they saw the front and bottom scenes.

Afanlin also praised: "This place is actually more majestic than the sanctuary of our sanctuary. People dare to compare with God, and the courage of the royal family is quite big."

"This place was built for our temple hundreds of years ago. The pope at the time didn't think there was anything." Henry was trying to say a few words, but suddenly his frown frowned, looking at the distance, saying, "There is a spirit coming Now. "

This king's tomb was built in the year of the temple, so they naturally have some information. I also know what the spirit of this thing is.

Two spirits who were searching for Beta in the distance, found the temple shrine node that did not use magic to cover their footprints, sent out a soul wave of communication, and rushed over.

Henry and others had long been prepared to see two heroes. Ten bright priests shot at the same time. It took about 30 seconds for the light ball and arrow rain to erase the two heroes.

Afanlin snorted: "Weak and weak, is this the hero?"

Henry also laughed: "It should be exaggerated in the literature. How can it be called a hero in terms of this strength."

At this time, while searching for the heroes of Beta, all of them turned around and went to them. After feeling the soul alert, Monica rushed forward in anger.

The Temple of Light killed two heroes, not far before, and saw another hero fly over, Afanlin thought of a few satires, and then his face became a little ugly.

Behind this spirit, there is still a crowd of spirits floating around. It is estimated that there should be about a hundred.

Henry's face was also a bit ugly: "Cloth enchantment, kill them with all their strength."

The three bright priests immediately set up a circle of white light enchantments. A group of heroes flew over and surrounded the ending.

Unlike ordinary souls, these spirits have the ability to think, and they can feel the restraint of the light enchantment.

They did not rush forward rashly, but wandered nearby, thinking about how to break this enchantment.

"Since they aren't coming down, I'll take the initiative to attack." With a wave of Henry's hand, he shouted angrily: "Collectively use a wave of light bomb attacks."

As soon as the voice fell, the enchantment disappeared, dozens of glowing bombs were fired, and the enchantment once again stood up.

This is a practical tip for the joint battle of the Shinto religion.

Dozens of flares, only about a third hit. After most of the spirits suffered a flare, they first lost their arms and legs, or even lost their heads, but then their missing parts immediately re-lengthened, but their bodies became more transparent.

There were also two heroes who were unlucky. There were more light bombs in them, and they disappeared on the spot.

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

"Again."

The enchantment opened again ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and fired dozens of light barrage barrage out. But the spirits have dispersed, and they have been prepared for a wave of barrage. Only a few spirits have been hit, and they have only suffered some injuries and have not disappeared at all.

There are also some more intelligent spirits that have penetrated into the ground at the enemy's dead end.

Although Wang Ling used many anti-magic materials, but the spirits are different from ordinary souls. Ordinary souls do not penetrate the ground at all, but they can still do it if they want to sneak in two or three meters.

"Come again." Henry frowned.

Light bullets aren't an expensive mystic, and they can be fired dozens of times without problem.

But as soon as his words fell, he heard a scream, turned his head and looked over, and found that there was a bright priest's leg caught by a transparent hand.

Then a transparent shadow entered the body of the bright priest nearby.

Reverend Bright scratched his throat desperately, as if he was holding his breath by something.