The werewolf clenched his fists and pounced, his atmospheric fist path was completely different from Wang Yu's attack purely based on intuition, the two were entangled together, and the dull sound of fists, feet, knees and elbows colliding was endless. Wang Hao seized the opportunity to throw a heavy punch into the werewolf's stomach, intending to hook the blood in his body, but was kicked away by the captain vigilantly.

"That's smart...... The fist path is so simple and practical, and it's not as casual as me, I've joined the army before, right?"

Naturally, without an answer, Wang Yu sighed and complained in a low voice.

"Really, I really don't have any big moves other than the high attributes around me, and the skills that can determine the battle situation are all supported by treasures, and the only one who has forgotten is still working wonders on the Qing miscellaneous soldiers, only by relying on the general attack when will I be able to mix up...... Although it is very practical, it is. ”

But the characteristics of this werewolf in front of him are almost the same as his own, and the only advantage is that he has much more racial abilities than him, and he can also use magic.

"So, I can only work on magic. ”

Wang Yu sighed, clasped his hands together, and then slowly pulled them away. A cloudy dark golden light leaked through his fingers, and as the distance between his palms increased, a small cloudy fireball revealed in its entirety.

The werewolf's pupils suddenly shrank, and the stout man disappeared in an instant, replaced by a white giant wolf, and the white wolf roared and rushed towards Wang Yu frantically.

The black-haired boy and the rotten monster showed a smile at the same time, and Wang Yu, who was dressed in a flesh-and-blood dress, temporarily possessed the power of six stars, and the difference between the peak of five stars and the six stars was the difference between man and god!

The spell that had been chanted by the monster was shaped in the hands of the young man, and after changing the "confusion" in the element to the "distortion" of the evil god, this legendary spell that had been called "Amenitor Eternal Blazing Sun" was clenched into Wang Hao's fist, and he laughed wildly and crashed into the galloping giant wolf.

Although the concepts of the sun, such as "sacred", "purified", and "celestial", have been transformed into "degenerate", "corrupted", and "filthy", its power has not decreased by half a point, but has changed from a joke to an illusion to a real lethal spell because the confusion element has been replaced!

"Eternal Blazing Sun...... Explode !! me"

Wang Yu smiled and detonated the eternal blazing sun that should actually be called another legendary spell as his fists and claws met, and the filthy light that erupted instantly overwhelmed the giant wolf and the boy, and the light and heat burned it to the ground.

The blazing sun that was detonated by the spell structure of the Burning Sun Explosion burned up the surrounding air, and the air that poured into this large vacuum rolled up a gust of hot wind, and Wang Hao, who had lost an arm and was extremely embarrassed by many tattered clothes, got up from the ground, looked at the werewolf who was scorched with half of his body, and maliciously kicked the young man who had returned to the light.

"Hey, Mr. Dog, is there anything you want to say about dying?"

The red eyes of the only werewolf looked at the playfully smiling boy, and he was silent for a moment before withdrawing his gaze.

"It's not going to be so boring, is it?In order to kill you, I used both defeat-losing Japanese magic, and the caster himself would not be affected by his own spells......"

The boy coughed twice, and the white bones slowly extended from the fracture, making a tooth-aching squeak, and countless flesh buds wrapped and spread on the bones, forming a new arm.

The werewolf didn't say a word, the breath of life gradually weakened, and the red eyes that were as clear as a child became dull.

He's dead.

Until the end, he stubbornly never said a word.

There is only one evaluation of Wang Hao:

"Bitterness and hatred are deep. ”

Wang Hao really can't understand how this strange psychology of not wanting to do things for the major but refusing to commit suicide even though he is not willing to die, and has been waiting for a strong man to kill him, this is the dignity of the legendary strong man? But since he was caught and turned into a dog, how can he be qualified to say anything strong? A simple guy who doesn't understand the king is really not suitable for this world.

But it doesn't matter, he's dead anyway.

On the other side, the monster of the gods, which had seized the opportunity to disperse its form and pull out of Elena's holy nail from its heart, also came to the end of its life, and it no longer emitted an inhuman scream from its throat, but a low sigh belonging to Alexander Andrewson.

[Wake up, Father Andrewson.] 】

The monster tilted its head, and the makeshift eyelids narrowed its pitch-black eyes into two crescents, as if to express the act of "laughing".

[Your thirteen branches are all wiped out, not a single one is left. 】

The thorny figure struggled on the ground, and a low, indistinct voice could be heard, and anyone could hear the anxiety inside.

[No, no, no, they didn't return to the Vatican, but wanted to come back to support you. 】

[Courage is commendable, but it's a pity that I met them, so I split up a clone to kill them all~ A matter of minutes, don't thank me. 】

[That doppelganger is violent, so there are a lot of pieces, if I let this mage go, it will not be so brutal, it will be just Father Andrewson.] 】

The deep voice grew clear, and Alexander Andrewson's voice was weak and painful, but unwavering.

"We ...... It was Iscariot, the Judas of Iscariot. ”

"In his right hand he was holding a short knife and poison, and in his left hand was thirty pieces of silver and straw rope. ”

"We are apostles and not apostles, believers and non-believers

Neither a believer nor a believer, a traitor or a traitor

We worship only one thing, but we bow down and ask for the mercy of the Lord

but he bowed down and sought out all those who rebelled against the Lord,

Wield a short knife in the dark of night and throw poison into the dinner

We are the dead apostles, we are the dead apostles

We are the Assassins, and we are the Judas of Iscariot

When the time comes, we throw thirty pieces of silver into the shrine and hang them with straw ropes

Then we will be able to form a party and go to hell together

Team up

I will only fight against the seven million four hundred and forty-five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six demons of hell......"

"They...... They're all good boys......"

The priest used his soul alone to chant the proverbs that had been used by the people of the Dharma Hall to ask himself, and he sighed lonely, as if he had seen the little ghosts who called himself teacher surrounded him.

The black soles of his feet shattered the thorny human's head, and the monster crushed the thorns under its feet with disgust and disdain, and its brow furrowed as if it were locked.

[Don't put on the face of a victim who is calmly going to die, you were originally the perpetrator of the war without authorization, but after you failed, you made it seem as if you were so bright and tragic and heroic, it's really disgusting. 】

"My lord...... Even if there is only justice in the world, how can you be a filthy demon...... Comprehend the mercy and brilliance of the Lord. ”

[Slaughtering the benevolence of eight million common people of London? To do such a thing in the name of God, not ashamed but proud, to leave all human reason and emotion behind, disgusting, disgusting to the extreme. Even Accardo is more human than you fanatics. It's not so much a human being as an ugly machine pursuing its own imaginations. 】

[That's why I said, killing mad believers is not killing.] 】

[Die, trash. 】

Wang Yu crushed the holy nail in his hand, and the source that held Andrewson's life alive was destroyed, and the twisted human form on the ground silently ignited a golden fire of holiness, turning into dust under the flames.

In disgust, the monster severed the arm that had pulled out the nail and threw it into the golden flames, and turned away, so disgusted that it couldn't even stand touching the limbs of the fanatics.

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Thanks to the reward from the evil ruffian, Andrewson's last paragraph has a word count of 163, and the rest of the paragraph is definitely more than 2000 words.