The magic energy warship was still hovering in the sky, and the distance above made the Holy See of Light, which had been harassed, powerless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info magic can't threaten the skies yet, and the cannon fire of the magic battleship reaps the lives of the people from time to time.

Under the double blow of the magic warships and the mages of the Dark Temple, the casualties of the Holy See of Light are getting bigger and bigger, and they are in danger of collapsing at any time. The battle lasted for four hours, and the Holy See of Light finally shed the last drop of blood, and the last White Lotus fell unwillingly, looking at the sky with empty eyes, God of Light, why did you abandon your believers?

Despite the victory over the Holy See of Light, the Dark Temple also paid a heavy price, and half of the people who participated in the battle today were lost. The faces of hundreds of people, who were still fresh in the morning, are now severed limbs and stumps, cold corpses.

There are still many injured people who need to be treated, the magic energy battleship has landed on the battlefield, and now there is not a standing White Lotus except for one Merry Pope. The Magical Battleship has lost its mission to war, and now what is needed is to heal the wounded. For this war, the Dark Temple has prepared a large number of magic potions and magic scrolls, and no wealth is more important than the lives of its people at this moment.

But some of the injuries are too severe, and even Shura is already dying. The old acquaintance Kaudos forcibly poured bottles of magic potions into Shura and tore apart the magic scrolls, but it was no longer useful for Shura.

Shura's demon seed was on the verge of collapse, and the elf queen Freya looked at Shura with tears on her face, looking at this man who was silent and silently guarding her. On weekdays, I have a lot of complaints about this stuffy gourd, but now I only remember the good of Shura, but it's too late.

Freya grabbed Shura's hand, Shura's originally fast eyes suddenly came to life, and she smiled bleakly: "Freya, I can't be by your side in the future, you have to take good care of yourself and live happily." ”

Freya couldn't hold back her feelings anymore, and shouted hysterically: "No-Shura, I want you to live, let's live happily together, I'll make you a barbecue, goddess, please, save Shura, save my lover......"

The tsundere Freya finally said her love, although it was a little late, and Shura was left with only a deep sigh.

The space fluctuated for a while, and it seemed that he was moved by Freya's love, and Xiang Xuehai came. The goddess of life used the power of the tree of life to restore the vitality of Shura, and under the nourishment of the power of life, the dying Shura actually recovered.

Xiang Xuehai sighed: "Freya, cherish it." ”

The goddess of life walked in the crowd, shedding the power of life for the injured, and the golden light shrouded the goddess of life, making people involuntarily worship. But our goddess of life, Xiang Xuehai, at this moment, is deeply sad in her heart. The fragmented flesh and blood on the battlefield are all creatures created by the goddess Xiangxue, and now these creatures are killing each other and destroying lives.

Creation and destruction, alive and so on in front of the eyes of the goddess of life, what else can she do but grief?

The lovely old man Kaodos died, and the snow-clothed man hugged Kados and cried bitterly, Xiang Xuehai was indeed deeply powerless. Even the God of Creation in the Blood Moon World could not reverse life and death, otherwise it would be a violation of the laws of heaven and earth. Rest in peace, Kaudos, your ideals are about to be fulfilled, and I, Xiang Xuehai, will save your people for you.

With the sorrow of the goddess, on the golden lotus flower in the sea of Xiangxuehai's spiritual consciousness, the golden primordial god of Xiangxuehai, the little man also showed a sad face. That is the true spirit of the goddess of Xiangxue, will the goddess of Xiangxue who has no joy or sorrow also be sad?

Five miles away, under the blow of the magic energy warship, I saw from a distance that the Bright Sect had suffered heavy casualties. Pope Merry was furious: "Cadiz, is this the trick of your Dark Temple? As a noble magician, you actually attacked with the help of external forces, you are not worthy of my respect. ”

"Hehe, Pope Merry, magical equipment is originally part of the magician, why not?" Cadiz smiled faintly and said disapprehantly: "Besides, you Bright Holy See are not good birds, we are each other at most. ”

Pope Merry also knows that relying on his mouth will not work today, and in the end it will depend on strength, and Pope Merry is still very confident in his strength. Pope Merry looked into the distance: "I have been at the peak of the Holy King for a long time, and I have never had an opponent, today I will take a look at the style of the Holy Lord and see what is unusual about the legendary dark magic." ”

"Dark magic? That's a good name, hehe, I like it. Cadiz sneered.

Since the words are not speculative, then the hands are divided into high and low.

Pope Merry took the Pope's Scepter and recited a magic spell, Pope Merry released the ultimate move as soon as he came up, the ultimate judgment of light, the white light in the sky, shrouded the space within a radius of dozens of meters, this is already a space that belongs to Pope Merry, and even the golden sunlight cannot be projected in.

In the strange white light, twelve-winged birdmen with white feathers flew in the light. A sharp chant pours out the bitterness of life, tempting you into the arms of the god of light. The Birdman spreads his teeth and claws, intent on devouring your soul, tearing at your flesh, and turning you into his slave.

The white light in a range of tens of meters crushed towards Cadiz.

Cadiz didn't chant a magic spell, and a black mist surged around him, and the black mist that covered the sky spread towards the white light. The white light, the black mist, are entangled, there is black in white, and there is white in black. In the black mist, ugly creatures with sharp horns on their heads, black bodies, red eyes, red mouths, and red fangs.

The black creature pounced on the white birdman, hugged the birdman and nibbled on it, and the birdman screamed and wailed. The pitch-black creature seemed to be the nemesis of the birdman, and even Pope Merry's mental power was aching for a while. It seems that the black creature is not eating the birdman, but his mind.

Cadiz's face, hidden behind a black cloth, could not see his expression clearly, only his constant sneering could be heard.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and there were more and more black creatures, and gradually the birdmen could no longer resist and turned into pieces of feathers. In the entanglement of black and white, the bird feathers fell on the ground, and the white light became thinner and thinner, and the black mist took over.

Pope Merry had a headache and said unwillingly: "Cadiz, what kind of monster is that?" ”

"Monsters? Hehe, that's a demon, a demon from death, who feeds on people's hearts, and the more bad people's hearts, the more they like it. "The demons from death, whether they are true or not, only Cadiz knows.

Gradually, no matter how much Pope Merry maintained, the white light was finally swallowed up by the black mist. The fog enveloped Pope Merry, and the demons roared and pounced on Pope Merry.