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"Mallor...... My son! ”

At this moment, a miserable cry came from Nabidal's mouth, and Nabidal pounced at once, holding the already dead body of Malor Shanwin tightly in his arms.

Tears can't stop flowing.

"My son, wake up, wake up!"

While shaking his son, he cried bitterly in that silence, losing his son when he was old, so that this unruly old man was reduced to a miserable situation of loneliness and helplessness. "Since the person is dead, it is useless to cry, this can be regarded as a punishment for him, but all this is caused by you, so you can't complain about others."

At this time, an old voice came from the place above, and then a white light spread out in all directions, and after the light dissipated, an old man dressed in white with high cheekbones and high temples flashed out in that white light.

As soon as he appeared, a huge coercion immediately spread out in all directions, enveloping the entire Temple of Light, a strong wave of air blew outside the temple wind, a strong air current, swept in all directions, in the temple, the golden bell, at this moment, with a bang, made a clear and long sound.

The voice swept away the soul, and the black knights who were deeply bewitched woke up one after another.

"Where are we?"

"Why did we just do it with someone?"

"Hey, what's going on with the dead on the earth?"

……

All of a sudden, the black knights, who had only slowly woken up from consciousness, were constantly amazed at everything they had seen as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

It was as if they had no idea what they were doing.

And this mystery lies in the fact that the stimulant potion they hastily took before, which is said to be a potion that can increase attack power, will only be issued to their soldiers at the moment of the big war, and after the soldiers take this stimulant potion, they can forget the fear of death for a short time, so that they can devote themselves to the battle without hesitation and exert their most powerful combat power.

However, today's Vidal is a little different from the stimulant they are given, it is a light blue particle, which is obviously fundamentally different from the dark red particle.

This kind of thing, which was also invented by Vidal not long ago, is a potion that can be controlled by his own will, which can make people forget everything for a short time, thus becoming a terrifying killing machine, which is obviously more effective than the previous stimulants.

However, due to the different degrees of drug treatment in people's bodies, some people, after being excited, will regain consciousness and have the ability to judge right and wrong. As a result, they stayed away from Vidal, and the rest of these people were too deeply affected by the medicinal power, and it was not until the bell just now that they were completely awakened.

At this time, all of them lay on the ground and pleaded guilty to the old man in white.

The crime of treason is punishable by hanging.

Among the Bright Saint Clan, only the Pontik family was the most powerful, and the clan rules within the family were far stricter than those of the other major families.

Therefore, the crime of rebellion, in addition to hanging, is left with the more terrifying five-horse corpse splitting technique.

However, at the moment, it is the time for the family to appoint people, and it is obvious that neither Namurat nor Prince Blatter is willing to execute their elite soldiers in this way.

Because if you do this, you will weaken your family's strength to a great extent, and you will also be defeated in the upcoming war.

So in order to take into account the overall situation, Murat and Blatter discussed it urgently and decided to spare them.

When this decision was read out on the spot, everyone, all of them were shocked, and then, they all cheered and ran to Blatter's side.

Everyone gathered around Patriarch Blatter and Murat, cheering.

Long live yelling.

Vidal, on the other hand, cried and got up from the ground as he flew towards his ranks. The mouth cried: "Give me, slaughter Bugart, and this hateful boy, and avenge me with blood and hatred." ”

But none of these black knights moved again, and the few remaining black knights had a slight anger in their eyes, staring at Na Vidal and Malor, except for a few black knights standing by his side and protecting his safety, the rest of them all ignored his orders.

Because at this time, Murat's timely appearance turned the situation around at once, and it was his arrival that made all those rebels stunned, the murderous aura on their faces all subsided, and their heads hung down slightly, as if they were feeling deeply ashamed of what they had just done.

"Children, put away your swords, you belong to the Light Saints, don't be willing to be slaves to those disgusting vampires, I know, those terrible vampires are planning to attack our Light Saints, but now, you have done a stupid thing that makes people feel bitter and hateful, quickly put down the butcher knife, turn the knife at those hateful dark vampires, stop dealing with your own people, I can forgive you for your innocence!"

Murat's voice was suddenly heard in the Temple of Light. As a legend of the Pontiq family, it is said that his martial arts are not only extremely strong, but also about 1,200 years old, which is much more powerful than Prince Nabulat just now.

Originally, Murat had been in retreat for several years, no longer paying attention to family trivialities, but what he didn't expect was that this old ancestor appeared at this critical time, thus completely reversing the situation, so that those who were rebellious in their hearts, at this moment, all lowered their heads, got off their horses, and then knelt on the ground collectively, begging the patriarch of Namurat to forgive their sins.

"Forgive us, we were all deceived!"

The Black Knights were completely ignoring the Marquis of Vidal and his son Malor at this time. Instead, they all fell to their knees, pressed their heads to the ground, and pleaded deeply.

On the other side, Nabidal and Elder Aiken stood there, their eyes twinkling as they watched.

The mood of frustration came to their hearts with great chagrin at this time, and the two of them had a deep and helpless sense of frustration at this time.

A few minutes ago, they had won the game, but after a few minutes, they had completely lost themselves.

"Hmph, old thing, don't be complacent, we'll be back, and by then, I'll slaughter you old fellow with my own hands."

Elder Aiken stared at Namurat with vicious eyes, and said viciously.

"Hey, Elder Aiken, we've failed, let's get out of here."

In his eyes, as if looking at a water dog, his eyes showed a look of disdain, and Vidal swallowed this breath helplessly, jumped up, and fled towards the distance.

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