Poof!

In the chaotic Thorn Square, in the ring completely entangled by thorns and holy light, a very special body, almost no different from rotten meat, was pinched by a palm wearing bright red gloves, and pressed directly on a "bronze thorn fragment" in front of it.

It was like a piece of meat about to be grilled, and immediately, a knight's sword wrapped in holy light suddenly appeared, and in the sound of "brushing, brushing, brushing", the second rotting head was miserably dismembered, and even his head fell down after a "snort".

But this fatal damage is almost useless against a body that has been transformed into a "rotting corpse".

Especially at this time, it was the second rotten head that controlled the body, and its head fell but did not lose its life, but jumped up violently, grinning, and the withered yellow teeth clicked and fell clean, and soon a black and foul-smelling mouth came towards Charles I.

"The arrogant and ignorant junior has already said that you can't help me at all, even Sims, an old thing, can only secretly calculate me, and no one in this world can kill me...... Be nice, let's get close. ”

"Gross!"

Obviously, the so-called closeness of the second rotten head is not a good experience. It opened its mouth, almost touching Charles I's face, and immediately began to "vomit", and the flood of completely decomposing corpses was about to pour out again.

Disgusting, frustrating skills.

In the past ten seconds, the Second Rotten Leader has shown his fighting style to the mystical transcendents who are watching the battle, which is extremely shameless and almost invincible.

Now the transcendent world knows why the "Rotten Heads" simply gave up on aiding one of their leaders in the Dark Age.

One of the characteristics of the second rotten head is "immortality", which so far is almost indistinguishable from immortality in the true sense.

Regardless of any means used by Charles I, a large number of light spells, or simply powerful light artifacts, could only briefly contain the second corrupt head, and soon the rotten head continued to regenerate, and the speed was getting faster and faster each time.

The same means will not be able to contain it a second time.

This means that even Charles I, who has obtained the "Revelation of the Lord of Light", has a completely demigod-level combat power at this time, or even stronger.

is also completely restrained by the other party, and occasionally disgusted.

For example, at this moment, another characteristic of the Second Rotten Head is that it can open the portal to the "Rotten Nation".

On the mysterious side, the notorious madman organization "Rotten Chief" believes in an extremely ancient evil god, "Rotten Father", and this god, known as the ancestor of all souls, is located in a realm that gathers endless rotting corpses in foreign lands.

Every time the second corrupt head opens the portal, for the "legendary", or below the transcendental, it is a catastrophe.

But for Charles I, it can only have a disgusting effect.

The Pope glanced at the "flood of rotting corpses" that was about to pour over with disgust, and a ruby ring on the red glove burst out with brilliance, and a blood-red spear pierced out and pierced straight into the mouth of the second rotten head.

The holy light not only dissolved the flood of rotting corpses, but also dissolved all the bodies belonging to the second rotten head in the field, leaving not a single hair behind.

After tackling his opponents, Charles I turned around to break through the thorns.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his shoulders were a little itchy, and there was no room to turn his head, and on his left and right sides, his robes were torn, and two heads with different faces, but both rotten, appeared.

On the left, the second rotten head came up and tried to gnaw Charles I's cheek, and a strange cry rang out at the same time:

"Stupid little Luther, are you hungry, come and taste it with me. ”

"The way you don't practice ......"

"Shut up!"

This time, it was Charles I who shut up.

His originally cold and indifferent face was completely unable to hide his disgust at this time, and in the past ten seconds, he had completely comprehended the mouth of the second corrupt head, the "old-timer" of the Dark Age, coupled with Ludwig's brainwashing admonition, Charles I's calm state of mind had some fluctuations.

The "Heavy Crown of Light" on his head released a terrifying divine holy light, forcibly peeling off the second rotten head that wanted to eat his cheek, and in the holy light, a body with almost no skin and only rotten flesh appeared out of thin air, and at the neck, two heads quickly revived.

Charles I didn't care, he had realized that the second rot seemed to be being calculated by Martin Sims again.

Its "immortality" trait fused with Ludwig's, and the two of them used the "Thorn Suit" to contain him, entangling him here, preventing him from immediately appearing in Mihuang City.

"Procrastination will not save your Lord. ”

Charles I glanced at the resurrected Ludwig with murderous intent, and then turned his head to look at the other end of the portal of heaven and earth, at the city of Mihuang shrouded in ice and snow, and at the majestic and quaint castle.

His countenance returned to calm, but the desire to kill swept through everything, and he continued to order:

"Kasbah Bureau, find a man named 'Raphael' and kill him. ”

"Anyone who stands in the way will be killed!"

"Boom"

When this incomparably indifferent voice resounded throughout Mihuang City.

Boom! Boom!

Everyone, especially the transcendent with a wide social circle, or a large organization, was swept up in extreme shock at this moment, and no one was exempt.

The answer was revealed without warning?

The reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns, the one who is called "Raphael"?

If most of the transcendents were shocked by the sudden revelation of the answer, then the transcendents who knew Raphael, as well as the ancient castle bureau that was waiting for it, entered a state of indescribability at this moment, as if they heard the most incredible voice in the world.

"Raphael is a thorn?"

Inside the Castle Bureau, Jennifer, Coulson Sr., William Marshall...... Every staff member, every agent, came to mind the figure of a young man wearing glasses, a thin and thin body, and people couldn't help but get close.

Like beating the drums of war, the terrifying movement of "boom" echoed in their minds.

Not only did they lose their ability to speak, but they didn't even have time to react for a moment because of the shock.

......

Underneath the castle bureau, outside the room full of white hair, long hair and fluorescence, through the glass observation room, the bodies of agents were staggered, they all fell into an inexplicable deep sleep, and on the side of the dark red long table, the sizzling sound of electricity suddenly came.

The conversation continues.

Raphael frowned, his usual pride of calmness and wisdom seemed to be far away from him at this moment, goosebumps appeared on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, his heart was beating violently, and his breathing became rapid.

He forced himself to think, and staccato thoughts popped up wildly.

At this moment, he thought of many details that had been wrong in the past, but that he had overlooked.

His peculiar physique, the strange events he encountered, the dreams he was often immersed in, and the memories that he lost every time he saw Jerome, were being revived, and some unimaginable information was being released, .......

No, that alone does not prove that I am the Lord of Thorns.

"Who are you?"

As soon as Raphael spoke, he suddenly found that his voice had become extremely hoarse.

On the wall, the kind old man suddenly walked out of the wall, under his long white hair, there was a white robe, I don't know how long it had been, it was still spotless, he smiled at Raphael, his teeth were white, and he exuded a ghostly light.

His voice, as soft as ever, was as soft as ever.

But the content turned on the "switch" in Raphael's body in an instant, and the ancient information that Raphael couldn't believe was pouring out wildly.

"I'm Jerome, and I'm ...... Pillers!"

"Boom"

Raphael's mind was booming, and of course he knew what those three words meant.

Holy Prophet!

The "Sage", who originally existed in the epic mythology, walked barefoot and stepped on the soft white hair that emitted fluorescence, slowly came to Raphael's side, bowed slightly, and reverence appeared in a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see everything.

As he bowed, the white hairs that covered the room turned into "holy thorns" wrapped in a clean glow, and they began to grow wildly, and soon pierced the room, pierced through all the passages underground, and began to spread throughout Fort William.

Surrounded by thorns, the soft voice of the Holy Prophet sounded:

"Destiny is about to begin!"

"The Flower of Truth...... It will bloom on thorns!"

......

Outside, everyone in the Castle Bureau was still in a state of stupor, and they could barely think.

Until the army of light descended on Fort William like a devastating one.

The defense measures on the periphery of the castle failed to form any obstacles, and they couldn't resist even half a second, and the first round of charges from the knights of light turned the periphery of the castle into ruins, and the first knight to break into the castle, the eyes behind the silver-white armor, glowing with bloody killing intent.

The long sword possessed by the holy light did not hesitate to slash at a lady holding the papers, it was none other than Jennifer, who had not yet had time to return to the Inner Castle.

Behind the knights, a large army was surging.

Seeing a young, beautiful lady who is about to be the first innocent person to die in the Kasbah Bureau.

Dragon's Heart Castle, the fourth floor of the Book Tower, Tang Qi, who had finished "writing" at some point, stood in front of the ghostly light that reflected everything, his hands surging with magic, looking at the army that broke into the castle, and the knight's sword that slashed at Jennifer.

There was still a complicated look in his eyes.

At that moment, the moment when Charles I announced the "answer", Don Qi was the fastest to break out of that state, because he had already guessed part of the truth a long time ago.

It's like an "answer" through a thin veil, Tang Qi has seen it in advance, but it can't be conclusively determined. It wasn't until that veil was lifted that Tang Qi officially confirmed that his "dependent" Bai Meilin paid the price of death once, and the broken picture of divination was true.

Still, Tang Qi couldn't contain his shock.

One of his "friends" in the transcendent world turned out to be the reincarnation of a "dominant-level" god?

This kind of great change, even if the mind is strong, it is difficult to accept it calmly for a while.

This is also why, at this moment, the entire castle bureau seems to be petrified.

The only one who can still react is the real owner of Fort William, the mayor of Fort William, who was once recognized as "the strongest and most extraordinary" mayor of Fort Castle, and the director of the Bureau of Fort William, William O'Neill.

Before that knight's sword, beheaded Jennifer.

William O'Neill's majestic voice, with a hint of anger, resounded through the castle.

"I nourish the fire of righteousness and extinguish the fire of evil. ”

"Boom"

In the sky above the castle, the vandalt vant wearing a crown was completely outlined by lines and symbols, holding its head high, and spewed flames at the army of light that broke into the castle.

Everyone saw that in the salamander phantom, a white-haired middle-aged man with a tall body and a majestic face was looking at the army of light angrily.

"Return to the Inner Fort and activate the highest crisis defense ......"

"Whew!"

Before William O'Neill's voice could finish speaking, a huge knight's sword wrapped in holy light appeared out of thin air and pierced into the salamander's phantom, and the salamander that was spewing invisible flames disintegrated in an instant, and in the corresponding void, William O'Neill's chest and abdomen were pierced by a knight's sword.

In front of him, a knight wearing armor and bathing in holy light appeared all over his body.

All transcendent beings know him.

Holy Judge Knight Lancelot!

After the outbreak of this unprecedented "civil war" within the Church of Light, many of the big names within them chose to be neutral, after all, in the Bright camp, in addition to "Light" and "Thorns", there are also gods such as "Mother of Light", "Goddess of Order", and "Son of Savior".

Until the Lord of Light fully awakens and informs the members of the "rebel camp", the strong people who have not been affected will not interfere.

And the strong on the "bright" side are out of anger.

Lancelot, one of them.

William O'Neill was strong, but fragile compared to the Knight of the Holy Judge, who was once known as "the strongest under the saints".

The Holy Knights who have survived from the "Dark Age" to the present, just like the "undead fathers" of the Holy Eagle Nest Society, have also been transformed into some kind of undead creatures. He still retains his handsome countenance, his body bathed in holy light, and he is an immortal heroic spirit.

Lancelot's sword caused William O'Neill to fall into serious injuries and near death, and he looked at William O'Neill with a gaze full of murderous intent and anger, and almost roared:

"How dare the ants that blaspheme our lord claim to be righteous?"

"It's just a four-legged reptile that steals the fire of the 'Goddess of Justice' without permission, and the filthy blood will eventually be purified by my holy sword. ”

In the midst of the roar, Lancelot looked at the agents and staff of the Castle Bureau below with extremely contemptuous, there was not a trace of compassion in his eyes, only a strong desire to kill.

"Blasphemers, all deserve to die. ”

"Kill them all!"

When Lancelot's order came, the army of light, which was already ready to move, was about to go wild in the next second.

The transcendents who peeped into this place had no doubt that the knights, the heavily armored soldiers, and the red-robed bishops ...... When all the members of the church worked together, the castle could not hold on for even a second, and this majestic ancient castle was about to be destroyed.