Everything happened in the blink of an eye, from the attack of the three heads of the church to Rob's acceptance of the challenge.
After the future Supreme Magus Your Honor forced Rogge back, he faced Saruman's Holy Body head-on. Facing the fist that descended from the sky, Rob calmly took a second step, still showing no intention of defending himself.
Saruman sneered in his heart. Unlike Rogge, he knew better and knew the importance of bringing back Lolo to the entire human race. For this, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his life, let alone a mere Holy Body.
If the other party thought that he could use the same method to force Saruman to retreat, he would be gravely mistaken. Although it was a pity to kill the most talented mage in the human world, the human race had already developed to this extent. With or without Rob, no one could stop them from unifying the Dawn Continent. It was just a matter of time.
Of course, the premise of all this was that the human race could survive smoothly, and in order to achieve this, they couldn't go against the will of the gods.
As the Holy Body's fist landed, Rob's second spell was almost completed.
Although they were enemies at the moment, Saruman didn't hide his admiration for the young man at all.
In the entire magic world, if Rob claimed to be the second best at mobile spell-casting, no one would dare to claim to be the first. Even Steins and Da Vinci couldn't chant spells so easily while moving.
The release of magic required a high degree of concentration. In fact, most mages were still stuck at the stage of standing still and casting magic. In the two magic wars, the role of mages was actually similar to the role of a stationary cannon.
Although magic had been developing, the fighting style of mages hadn't changed much.
"Distance is a mage's lifeline."
This sentence had been mentioned since the era of Roland, and it was still regarded as the standard in countless magic schools.
Until the appearance of Rob, to some extent, changed the way sorcerers fought. His Phase Movement and Mobile Spellcasting made the mercenaries of the Church flee helplessly in the Battle of Gudilesi. Because of this, he became famous all over the world.
Although the Shrine had been covering up what happened that night, more and more details were still leaked out. Many mages began to study mobile magic with great interest. Although there were only a few mages who could master this kind of advanced technique, in the foreseeable future, more and more young mages would imitate this new way of fighting.
This thought only flashed in Saruman's mind. His admiration for Rob did not hinder his determination to kill him at this moment.
Saruman had used 100% of his strength in this punch. He could guarantee that as long as his opponent was hit, even if it was just a little bit, he would definitely be smashed into pieces.
However, when the gigantic hand touched Rob's body, there was no hindrance at all. It passed through the latter's body, and with a series of distortions, Rob's body burst like a bubble, disintegrating into the most basic magical elements and dissipating into the air.
A mirror image?! When did this happen?
Saruman was shocked to see this. When did the other party create this mirror image? Why did he not notice it at all? Just as the old bishop was lost in thought, the magic released by the mirror image hit the holy body. As expected, the holy body was safe and sound after withstanding this terrifying attack. However, at this moment, Saruman was not happy at all.
If what he was facing was only a mirror image, then where was Luo Bu's real body?
The answer was obvious.
In the next moment, Luo Bu appeared behind Osman.
The Chief Inquisitor's eyes were still indifferent. "You have made a wrong choice," he said plainly.
Out of the three, Saruman was the strongest, followed by Rogge. Although Osman's swordsmanship was strange, he was actually the weakest. At the same time, because he was a Punishment Paladin, his body could repel divine power. Although he had perfectly integrated into the attack, he had no choice but to keep a distance from the other two.
Rob keenly sensed the opportunity hidden within.
He first forced Rogge to retreat, then used the mirror image to deceive Saruman and his holy body, concealing his true goal.
Now, because of the small distance between them, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor had created a precious opportunity to fight Osman one-on-one despite being surrounded by three top-notch experts.
The old bishop snorted coldly. No one liked the feeling of being treated like a soft persimmon, not to mention that even if it was a 1v1, his skills were still above Osman's. However, Osman restrained his dissatisfaction with his strong self-control and took the initiative to defend.
This was also the safest choice at this stage.
Osman was indeed a sly old fox. He knew very well that with the three of them working together, Rob had no chance at all. Everything that the future Supreme Magus Your Honor had done was to break the cooperation of the three. Even Osman had to admit that he had done a good job.
Up until now, Luo Bu had disrupted everyone's attack rhythm and successfully separated the three of them from the battlefield.
However, the current situation was only temporary. As long as Osman could survive this sneak attack, Rogge and Saruman would be able to immediately come to his aid. The three of them would then be able to surround Rob once more.
Osman made the most accurate decision in the shortest time possible. He gave up on the idea of advancing recklessly and switched from offense to defense. He held his sword close to his body and focused all of his attention. Once a knight of the ninth step decided to defend, his defense would become incomparably frightening. On the other side, Saruman and Logue moved quickly as well.
Their holy body and Rogge's sword immediately turned to attack Rob's back. Unless the future Supreme Magus Your Honor could take down Osman in an instant, he would have to face the danger of being attacked from both front and back.
However, the three of them would never have imagined that this was the moment that Rob had been waiting for.
The Lord of Eternal Night raised his hand, and a spear forged from lightning appeared out of thin air. Its target was the lonely Saruman in the distance.
That's right. From the very beginning, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor only had one goal. Everything that he had done, be it forcing Rogge to retreat or attacking Osman, had revolved around this goal.
Among the three, Saruman was the only one who could really be called weak. In terms of strength, Saruman was the strongest among the three. The appearance of the Holy Body also made up for the Priest's lack of attack power. However, the Priest's physical weakness was innate and could not be changed. Saruman was very clear about this. Therefore, in the previous battles, he never let the Holy Body leave his body for more than ten steps, just to guard against Robb's sneak attack.
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