In this battle, everyone should have their own role, although the Lorcan Kingdom has the advantage of geography and manpower, but it cannot underestimate the strength of those opposition.

Nether was also ready to do it, and Rolman manipulated the roving streets to change the spatial position of everyone, not at will.

He will preliminarily arrange the forces on his side to cooperate, and then disrupt the enemy's forces, and even further select some of these special people and hand them over to those who can solve the other party.

"So Rolmann really looks up to me. Nether pinched the space cube in his hand, feeling the strong shock coming from it, and the star spirit ring on his finger was slightly forced, strengthening the control of the force field.

This monk, Isaiah, met and spent thirteen years in Naisser's nest on the snowy mountains, and during those thirteen years he met many monks of all kinds, and he also gained a great deal of theological knowledge there.

Some monks were not stingy in spreading the knowledge of God to Nether, while others were eager to kill Nether right away, and Isaiah was the latter.

He has a deep hostility towards Nether, and if he has the chance, he will definitely kill him.

There are many such people in the church, and they are very strong in their hatred of xenomorphs.

That's not the point, the point is that this Isaiah is Jean's brainless fan.

He admired Jean very much, believing that the other party was the template of the perfect monk in his mind, and all monks should be like Jean in order to be worthy of God's favor.

Jean, however, has a stain, and that stain is Nether.

So his hatred for Nether deepened.

Nether remembers very well that when he first went up to the Great Snow Mountain, when he learned that he was Jean's grandson, he had an unusual enthusiasm for himself.

But once he knew his specific situation, he immediately changed his face.

Not long ago, when the street tour turned the other party in front of him, Nether could sense the heartfelt joy of the other party, and the undisguised killing intent.

It's a pity that in a few years, Nether is no longer the person who shivered on the snowy mountain.

Barely a verbal battle broke out, for Isaiah, Nether was a stain on his idol, and for Nether, a man who worshiped Jean madly, why didn't he kill and keep it?

The holy power in Isaiah's hand instantly condensed together, turning into the most tenacious and sharp long sword, a sword swinged, the holy power as the co-ordination, all the forces of nature are obeying the order, converging on the holy power long sword.

However, in an instant, Nether turned into a mist, enveloping everything.

The blade of the sword cuts through the mist, but a new mist fills in.

Isaiah snorted coldly, and under the surge of holy power, he quickly formed a divine technique, part of which was attached to his body, forming a special protection, and the other part of the scorching light flashed out from the blade.

The fog is either a gaseous form such as water or small particles, and for these, high temperatures are a means of restraint.

However, the fog did not dissipate as he expected, but continued to refract the light under the illumination of the light, and the already poor vision instantly became worse.

"Crystals?" Isaiah reached out and stopped some of the mist in his hand, and after using his magic to examine it carefully, he found that the so-called mist was not the small particles or water vapor he had originally imagined.

"Is it black smoke? I haven't heard that black smoke has the properties of crystals. "Isaiah has collected information about Nether, some information that the public knows, and he still knows.

The highly condensed state of black smoke may be crystals, but the dispersed state cannot be crystals, which is not good for forming fog, and black smoke may have the ability to mimic.

Black Smoke is not Nether's ritual after all, it's just a ritual he inherited from other people, and it's almost impossible to change the nature of Black Smoke, and the variability is much lower than the original.

"But you're just right. The sword of holy power in Isaiah's hand lit up slightly, and then endless light burst out.

The light was refracted and scattered by the crystal mist, and the spread range was not so wide, but within this area, the power of the light rose in a straight line.

"This highly condensed light of holy power, but you dirty xenomorph nemesis, how about it, do you ask for trouble?" Isaiah sensed a lit force field shield, his figure flickered, and a sword swung out, but Nether on the other side could dodge.

Isaiah smiled fiercely, and the sword of holy power in his hand suddenly grew, but a blade rushed out of Nether's hand.

He swung his sword of power away and swung it at Isaiah.

"Indeed, as the information says, exquisite knife skills. Isaiah steadied himself, his footsteps retreated slightly, and the blade of his sword flicked again as his body changed, swinging towards Nether at a faster speed.

The two looked directly at each other, and the sword and sword had never collided again except for the first collision.

Nether and Isaiah's attacking habits are to only attack and not defend, adjusting their feet while attacking while also avoiding the opponent's edge.

No more, no less, the sword and sword are swinging against the opponent's body, as long as they get closer, it seems that they can slash the opponent's body.

Nether could feel the stinging sensation of the other's sword of holy power burning his body, and Isaiah could feel the coolness of the metal on the blade.

As if agreed, the sword of holy power exploded, unleashing terrifying waves of holy power, and Nether's blades scattered, turning into swimming fish, stabbing into Isaiah's body with thunder and lightning.

"Nether, you are indeed a genius, maybe it is the half of the bloodline in your body that allows you to have this kind of achievement, give you some time, maybe you can really surpass me, but you are still too weak, you lack time. ”

Everything dispersed, and Nether seemed to have been cut in half by Isaiah's sword, and the fish blades that stabbed him were also dispelled by the burst of holy power, and Isaiah spoke.

However, the sliced Nether smiled slightly, and also turned into a black mist and dispersed.

An irresistible gravity was exerted on Isaiah's body, and at the same time, one after another, like fireworks bursting, directly hit Isaiah's body.

The golden thunder and blackened flames, under the control of the force field, were all concentrated on Isaiah's body.

"Have you forgotten that I'm still a sorcerer. Nether stood still, responding to Isaiah's taunt, and he turned to leave, for there was no way a man would have survived so many spells.

"That's why I said, you're too tender. ”

Then Isaiah's voice continued, and he was pressed down by the force field spell, and he didn't know what was straight.

"Do you think I don't know, you rely on black smoke to hide your true body? "On Isaiah's body, a mark of magic lit up slightly.

At some point, he turned on the mode of being with the gods, and then used his own special divine magic.

Even if a monk has completed his own divine arts, their bodies will not receive much feedback from the rituals compared to other professions.

If they really want to give feedback, the gods they believe in will only assimilate them.

However, the monk who returns to the stage can get closer to the gods, so his divine skills are similar to the instruments of the gods, and have almost rule-like power.

And Isaiah's interpretation of God, and the final formation of his own divine art is [God Bless the World].

After activating this divine technique, he will be protected by the gods, and all damage will not be able to affect him for a short time, and over time, those injuries will be converted into holy power, and then condensed on Isaiah's body.

He swung his sword, slashing through the restraints of the force field, and then moved forward, his figure becoming unstoppable.

Nether kept retreating with a calm face, and at the same time threw out a series of force field spells to block Isaiah's movements, and at the same time summoned more fog to hide himself.

"Useless move. "Isaiah was originally using the high condensation of holy power to obtain enough power, and compared to the two magicians who relied on the zodiac or toured the streets to make all kinds of big scenes, he looked relatively ordinary.

However, the highly condensed holy power also gave his every move an intensity that ordinary people could not match, and he had a great advantage in one-on-one combat.

Especially at this time, the spells that Nether had released before were transformed into holy power by his special divine technique [God Bless the World], and then they were highly condensed, which made his single strength improve again.

He stepped forward, and the holy power turned into substance, and with a swing of his sword, it split through the mist, and seemed to find Nether's figure, so he shouted.

"Found you!"

And Nether responded to him.

"No, I caught you. ”