"Double Purification!" I couldn't help but be taken aback when I saw this, this is an extremely high-end combination skill in white magic, it must be launched by two people at the same time, and the user's ability, judgment of timing, and tacit understanding between each other have extremely high requirements, if I didn't know in advance, I really thought that this was practiced by the two of them in advance, this formation is extremely harmful to the demons, at that time, I saw Gragon's hole-like facial features showing a frightened expression.

"Damn, you bastards..."Gragon tried his best to get up, but under the joint attack of the three of them, the dignified "King of the Flame Demon" was crushed to the ground, and even standing on the side, I could feel that its magic power was gradually declining, but after all, the magic power of the two sides was too different, and it would obviously take some time to win. When I was anxious, I suddenly noticed a few charred wrecks in the distance, looking at the shape of the undead who had been demonized by me before, it seemed that the previous explosion had not completely destroyed them, I couldn't help but feel a move in my heart when I saw this, just let them give Gragon the final blow!

"O departed undead, obey my call..."At this thought, I couldn't help but recite the incantation again, and gambled on all the magic that I had left, and suddenly the scene hung a strong wind, for a while it was dark, flying sand and stones, only to see a few clouds of black gas slowly condense around those wreckage, and then become bigger and bigger, from which there was a crackling sound like a bone breaking, and finally when the black smoke cleared, a group of giant monsters that can only be seen in the apocalyptic map appeared in front of my eyes, their appearance was ugly and hideous, The sharp claws seem to be able to tear people to pieces at any time, and I don't want to shape these undead into such a terrifying image, but who let me have the power of the demon king in my body? All this guy can create is a negative image of ugliness, horror, viciousness, etc., and of course this is not the time to discuss these aesthetic issues.

"Go, pounce on your enemies, and put an end to everything!" With my command, the beasts swooped down on Gragon like lightning, who was already in pain at this time, and had no backhand power at all, and I watched as those glowing minions pierced into Gragon's body, and although they would not be as bloody as humans, the face of the "Fire Demon King" still clearly showed a painful expression.

"Stop, you beasts!" Gragon groaned in pain, but the giant beasts seemed to turn a deaf ear, and even bit more and more, as if they wanted to vent all the resentment they had been holding out for years, although I felt the pain in their hearts, although a demon like Gragon deserved it no matter what fate befell him, but watching the body of the "Fire Demon King" slowly fall apart, I still felt a little unbearable, and once again felt terrified of my own power, maybe some people will think that I am hypocritical, or even a little hypocritical, But this is me, despite having the power to destroy the world, but at heart I am still a fragile and tangled human being, sometimes I hate this trait, but sometimes I am a little grateful, maybe it is because of this character that I have not completely slipped into the devil...

"Ahh With a scream, Gragon's body was finally torn apart, and under the influence of the double purification, those fragments slowly turned into bits of starlight and disappeared into the air, which should have been a very beautiful picture, but for those of us who were there at the time, we all shuddered, even when Gragon's body had disappeared without a trace, its terrible screams still echoed around the church for a long time...

"Woo~" Malthus let out a sigh, and the whole person sat down on the ground, as if collapsed, and Maria on the side was already out of breath, and you could even see her exhaling bursts of white air in the cold air of the northern country.

"It's... It's over..."I don't know how long it took me to ask in a whisper, as if even I thought everything was a little incredible.

"What else do you want!?" With the familiar sound of complaining, Antonla's girlish face that was very inappropriate for her age appeared in front of my eyes again, and I don't know when it turned into a human form, only to see that while talking, she knocked her shoulder with her fist, looking exhausted...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I just couldn't imagine things going so well..."I smiled wryly.

"Smooth!? What stupid thing are you kid!?" Hearing me say this, Anton La couldn't help but be furious.

"A dream demon king, an evil dragon, a top high priest today, and a group of giant demonic beasts blessed by the demon king, such a lineup is easy to destroy a country, if you can't settle another Gragon, it's a joke. Could it be that you are really ready for us to stage a "battle of the end times" for you!" The more Anton La spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't help but point to my forehead.

"You can't blame him—" Malthus, who was sitting on the ground at this moment, suddenly opened his mouth and picked up the fence for me.

"After all, the battle scenes of demon slaying in His Majesty's memory are far bigger than this..."Malthus said meaningfully, Antonla was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then stopped talking, yes, here I want to say that the most experienced big scenes still belong to me and Malthus, although those memories are not what I want to have...

"Look!" At this moment, we suddenly heard Maria's exclamation, and everyone was stunned, thinking that the battle situation had changed again, but when we looked up, we found that those giant beasts were slowly disappearing at this time.

"What's going on?" Anton La and the others looked at me in amazement.

"I don't know, I didn't do anything?" I said with an innocent face.

"Because Gragon is dead," Malthus said slowly.

"They don't belong to this world in the first place, but because of the contract with Gragon, they have not been able to live for a long time, and now that Gragon is dead, the contract will be automatically terminated, so they have to go where they need to go..."

"You mean hell?" Although I already knew the answer in my heart, I still asked with some anticipation.

"Or else? Apostasy aside, the mere pact with the devil would not have been possible for the kingdom of heaven to receive them...", Malthus replied.

"But they were deceived, and they were also victims." I can't help but argue.

"I understand your feelings now, my dear majesty, but the kingdom of heaven also has the rules of heaven, and everyone must take responsibility for their own choices no matter what..."

At first, Maria, who had been listening quietly to our conversation, suddenly had a thoughtful expression on her face, and then she suddenly fell to her knees with her knees bent, her hands clenched on her staff, her eyes closed in prayer, and she said in her mouth: "O great God, please forgive these lost souls, and guide them to their sin and eternal peace and tranquility."

This was originally a prayer that the priest must say at the funeral of the believer, and almost everyone in this world knows it, but at this time, it makes people feel a different kind of emotion in their hearts, because of my background, I am not a devout believer (of course, even if I want to be a god, I will not accept it), but at this moment I hope that the one in heaven can really hear these words and forgive these poor souls...