The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

58:Knight’S Honor

Sauron's strength is indeed not weak, and he has no problem fighting three lords alone. However, facing the siege of four lords, he seems to be struggling. He will suffer a fatal blow almost every second, and even almost lose his life.

Fortunately, his level has improved a lot during this time, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Sauron gritted his teeth, the ninja was in pain all over his body, and once again he killed the Vatican man.

"Boom! Boom! Boom "Three Eighty Zero"!" Sauron's body kept flashing and taking action, and the man was also very cautious and did not dare to fight Sauron in close combat.

I don't know how long it took, but Sauron finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Roar!!" Seeing Sauron fall, the remaining three lords roared excitedly and pounced on Sauron.

"Pfft!" A huge head flew up and then rolled to the side.

"Roar!" Seeing the death of his brother, the last lord immediately pounced on Sauron even more ferociously, wanting to tear this damn human into pieces, but when it got close to Sauron

A dazzling light burst out, directly scorching it.

"Bah!" Sauron knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. His face was pale and his lips were chapped. The fierce battle just now had almost exhausted all his strength.

"Cough!" Sauron kept coughing, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Sauron raised his head with difficulty and looked at the young man wearing a black priest's robe not far away. He stood up slowly and walked towards him.

"What? You want revenge?" The young man in priest robes stared at Sauron with interest, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous look.

"Revenge? Haha...you are joking!" Sauron shook his head and said bitterly.

He doesn't even have the ability to protect himself now, so how can he talk about revenge?

"Oh? You don't hate me?" The young man in priest's robe looked at Sauron in surprise, and then said.

"Hate! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this situation today. Sauron said firmly.

"Since you hate me, why don't you run away? You should know very well that it would be easy for me to kill you!" The young man in a priest's robe frowned and said.

"Haha, I am a paladin. The honor of a knight prevents me from running away from battle..." Sauron said calmly. Although he was seriously injured at this time, he still did not give up.

"The honor of a knight?" The young man in priest robes murmured in a low voice, then shook his head: "You are wrong, I am different from you!"

"I am a saint of the Church of Light. My faith is light. My duty is to save the world. I disdain to do things that violate the spirit of chivalry!"

"Are you a saint?" Sauron's pupils narrowed and he stared at the young man in priest robes.

"Yes, I am the newly promoted Holy Son of the Holy See of Light!" the Holy Son said proudly.

"So your duty is to save the world?" Sauron continued to ask.

"Of course, I must watch the world become a kingdom of light 5.7 with my own eyes!" the saint said matter-of-factly, then looked at Sauron, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "You seem to have something to say to me?"

"You deserve to die!" Sauron was silent for a moment, then said angrily, then took out a ring, pinched it gently, and a dazzling golden light beam rose into the sky, exploded in the air, and turned into a giant dragon shadow.

"What is this?" The Holy Son looked at the giant dragon in front of him in surprise. .