Beams scattered across the ground, making a crisp sound, while at the same time, two black, curved blades in the air wrapped in a formidable force charged towards the Abbot.
They stirred up a strong wind, howling, ruthlessly piercing the Abbot's chest.
"Pfft—"
The Abbot's eyes widened, and he spat out bright red blood. The blood stained the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the floor, creating a mess.
His steps faltered, and his body slammed heavily onto the ground, producing a muffled sound.
Orion's eyes revealed a sneer, "Brother, your strength is really nothing special."
He waved the flag in his hand and commanded Windsor Harriman to launch a new round of violent attack on the Abbot.
The two black, curved blades spun around in mid-air, aimed at the Abbot. Just as they were about to penetrate his body, a pale blue Spell fiercely struck them.
"Bang—"
With a light sound, the blades were deflected and embedded into the wall.
"Tsk."
