Chapter 1682 False Hero

"hateful……"

Facing Samson's sudden betrayal, Rhode's complexion changed, he would not just sit and wait for death.

The pustule on the arm burst quickly, and the dark red mist swept towards Samson, instantly engulfing the high-ranking swordsman.

Fine red rashes appeared on Samson's body, but he rushed straight towards Rhodes as if he couldn't feel it.

Samson's eyes fixed on Rhodes, he faintly sensed that everything this dark yellow demon did, compared to Will who showed miracles on the field, perhaps this dark yellow demon was the biggest threat .

The nearby spiders, also under the control of the plague messenger Mai Wen, jumped in front of Samson one after another, eager to use the powerful plague contained in their bodies to make the swordsman a little jealous, but unfortunately, this did not stop him at all. pace.

Silver light kept flashing around Samson's body. At this moment, Samson used his sword skills to the extreme. All the spiders approaching his body were hit by the blade accurately, and finally fell to the ground without any trace. breath.

As Samson approached, unwavering heroic will emerged from his body, and Rhode's complexion became increasingly ugly.

Until this moment, Rhodes felt the full strength of Samson. When this high-level swordsman gave up his previous obsessions, found his own will, and was not afraid of any possible damage, the damage he could cause was extremely terrifying.

Rhodes has no plans to fight him, and it is difficult to deal with enemies of this level. Wrapped by a large number of spiders, Rhodes retracted into the passage, and said at the same time:

"Samson, you have to think about it. Do you want to kill me, or to dismantle Bishop Will's miracle? You know, Ms. Spider is still on the battlefield."

Samson showed a hesitant look, and the blade he swung was no longer determined.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, ignored Rhodes in the passage, turned around and rushed towards the battlefield.

Inside the passage, Rhodes stared at his back, showing an inexplicable expression.

Fortunately for Rhodes, perhaps because the stimulation wasn't strong enough, Samson didn't really become a hero, so naturally he didn't acquire powerful hero specialties.

"You were deceived by him! He colluded with those heretics. What you see is not a miracle at all, but a play he and the heretics put together!"

Overcoming the obstacles of spiders,

Samson charged into the field, shouting different voices as the crusaders bowed down to the miraculous Bishop of Will.

In the eyes of some of the crusaders who took off their helmets, he saw some kind of flame, and the fire was not because these crusaders were deceived, but because he came.

"You're lying! This is a miracle I witnessed with my own eyes. How dare you slander God's will?" A crusader glared at him and said loudly.

"Who is he? Does anyone know him?" More crusaders were whispering about Samson's identity, but none of them could recognize the identity of the questioner.

Holding the magic eye, Samson looked at the bishop surrounded by many crusaders, with a look of hatred on his face.

He thought about everything in the past, and everything seemed to be caused by the bishop. In the past, Samson sacrificed his heir under the temptation of the bishop. Now, he couldn't bear to see more people being deceived.

"He is a heretic."

The words of the bishop, like the legendary holy words, instantly calmed down the noisy battlefield. The crusaders who were talking about it just now looked at the swordsman with hatred.

"Have you seen the evil creature on his shoulder? That is undoubtedly a blasphemy!" the bishop pointed at Samson and said loudly.

"It's not like this..." Samson realized what the bishop said. Not long ago, the magic eye given to him by the dark yellow monster, which he had always carried with him, had become a symbol of heretics at this moment.

"He must have been sent by the heretics to destroy our morale! None of the spiders around him bit him!" A voice familiar to Samson sounded from the crusaders. It belonged to the dark yellow demon, which immediately made him His complexion changed.

He rushed in the direction of the sound, but what greeted him was the sword blade held high in the hands of the Crusaders.

Samson looked around blankly. At his feet, the spider that was still blocking him suddenly became docile at this moment. As he approached, the crusaders in front of him were attacked by the spiders one after another. Attacked, but nothing happened to him.

"Damn it..." At this moment, Samson was aware of the plan of the dark yellow demon, and he shouted angrily, "Elot, come out and see me!"

He was answered by a silent crusader and a bright sword reflecting fire.

I don't know when, under the effect of the dark red mist, all the rashes on Samson's body disappeared at this moment, without a trace remaining.

As the bishop said, at this moment, he looks like a real heretic.

"Archers, aim your weapons at him." The general in charge also made a decision at this moment, "Evil heretics cannot be allowed to blaspheme our god."

"Listen to me..." Samson was about to say something, but as the crusader in front of him bent down, the fine arrows from behind shot at his body.

He waved the blade in his hand, trying to block the arrows approaching him one after another. Suddenly, a strong itching sensation appeared in his limbs, which finally slowed down his movements by half a beat, and he was unable to prevent them all.

Several arrows shot into his body, his roar resounded across the battlefield, and even the two spellcasters who were fighting in the air slowed down a bit.

Samson knew how to deal with the archers. He rushed into the encirclement of the crusaders. As long as he was close enough to the crusaders, the archers would not shoot arrows easily if they were afraid of accidental injury.

The magic eye lost control, he couldn't see where the bishop was, and he fell into the deep darkness again, but he could hear, hear the rapid breathing due to panic and guilty conscience, he found the bishop's place.

Even if his actions are not understood by others, the only thing he can do, and the only way to make up for his mistakes all the time, is to end the life of the blasphemer who made a fool of others.

Seeing him rushing to the bishop against the resistance of the Crusaders, and about to cut off the blade in his hand, what greeted him was a pure white barrier.

The high-ranking priest in the sky also noticed the abnormality, and cast a spell to save the bishop's life.

"No..." Samson roared angrily, hitting the barrier with the hilt of his sword, but the barrier remained intact.

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