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Although he was born as a commoner, he stood out among many samurai believers, and was favored by the White Okano Officer, who considered him the most likely person to take over his position in the future.

Although the samurai believers had already prepared for death before carrying out the mission, they did not expect that this young man died for him to block the slash.

First attacked, St. Kai died, then fell into the design of the necromancy, Tucker disappeared, stumbled all the way here, and finally even Ethestan died.

Is it meant to be like this? He was a little confused.

The opponent would not give him time to be sentimental, and the whistling magic arrows were shot one after another.

"Third-level magic, Barrier of Words!" He roared like the roar of a beast before it died, desolate and helpless.

The eruption of the yellow barrier bounced the necromancer's magic arrows away, and his body moved, and his golden fists weaved a fierce attack, enveloping Antor, whose expression had changed drastically.

"I'll pester him, my lord, you take the opportunity to sweep away the rest of the people!" Antor took a deep breath, wiped away the gloom from his face, and faced the furious White Mystery without flinching.

The sword light and the fist shadow collided, the sparks splashed in all directions, and both sides took a step back, and with the strong strength of the fourth-level warrior, he fought evenly with the white mystery official for a while.

The young bone dragon roared on the side, unleashing the dragon's coercion, shaking the remnants of the samurai believers and priests into a daze.

The massive skeleton soared into the air, and the two bone wings propelled the hurricane into a blood-red breath at the same time, and those who touched it instantly turned to ashes.

As the battle drew to a close, the only remaining priests were swept away by magic arrows and blood flames, and their charred and shattered bodies fell to the ground and shattered.

The last samurai believer was also struck into a sieve by the magic arrow and staggered to the ground.

"White Mystery Officer, look behind you!" Antor gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the attack of the White Arcane, and said loudly.

However, the opponent was not affected, and the offensive became more and more aggressive, knowing that he was about to lose.

The sharp slash was blocked by his opponent, and in the midst of the splashing sparks, the golden fist stretched out directly, and in his shocked gaze, it was imprinted on his chest.

The powerful impact instantly pierced his chest, and as if he had been hit head-on by a giant beast, Antor spat blood and retreated.

Although he succeeded in defeating Antor, there was no one left to support the White Occultist, and the surrounding necromancers quickly surrounded him.

The old man's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his expression, his body that should be upright seemed to be a little rickety, and the dazzling white light on his body gradually dimmed.

Several tentative magic arrows flew out, unexpectedly piercing through the white robe, piercing his body, and bright red blood trickled down to form a pool of blood.

Antor, who struggled to get up, was suddenly startled, it turned out that his magic power had long been exhausted.

In the wordless silence, under the slightly white eyebrows, the resolute eyes gradually faded.

The white arcane officer died standing up.

After carefully confirming his death, Trem let out a long breath and felt much more relaxed.

"It's really difficult, Antor, is there still no news on the Silk Road?" He clutched his chest and said in a deep voice.

He felt a little uneasy about the reinforcements that should have been able to meet outside the ruins, but there was no news after he had killed his biggest opponent.

"Nope." Antor's face was painful, and his words touched the wound.

Anyway, the Cult of the Moon God has been completely annihilated, and now it only needs to guard against the weakest Second Court.

I didn't think that I could really kill the white arcane official and defeat the biggest enemy. Thinking of this, he smiled luckily.

The next moment, his smile froze on his face.

With a bang, a terrifying shockwave lifted the surface of the ground, and the devastating white light exploded with the dissipating clods of earth, centered on the corpse of the White Officer.

"W-" Trem turned his head in disbelief, and before he could utter a word, he was swallowed up by a wave of light.

The expanding white ball of light gradually stopped expanding, just reaching the feet of Alina and Lina, and then contracted wildly, and a dull explosion seemed to sound inside.

"How." The two of them were speechless in shock, looking at the figure that slowly came out from the top of the ball of light.

Bathed in flame-like light, the flawless white wings spread out powerfully, as if a holy light was shining down from the sky.

"It looks like it's here." The angel's voice shook people's hearts, and the swaying white fire marks loomed into the appearance of a giant sword.

A silver robe fell, the huge white wings converged behind him, the unfamiliar male face became clear, the blue eyes turned to the two people next to the ball of light, and the thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Blasphemer." The cold voice seemed to have magical power, and the killing intent suddenly surrounded Alina.

An angry roar came from the ball of light, and the angel's hand toward Alina froze.

"Necromantic Dragon." He turned, calmly staring at the cracked ball of light, and raised his flaming greatsword.

In the Luna God Cult, he doesn't know how many years have passed, but in those long memories, he has never killed a great dragon.

Although it is a baby dragon and turns into a necromancy, it can also bring some pleasure.

The monstrous dragon head with blood-red flames smashed the ball of light to pieces, roaring towards him.

"Fourth level magic, Holy Flame."

"Juli Mantra."

The spread of the white wings darkened the sky for a moment, and the fire marks on the greatsword turned into raging flames, and they faced the young bone dragon with furious power.

There was a sharp grinding sound, and the Holy Flame Greatsword pierced directly through the bone dragon's head, extinguishing the scarlet soul fire, and the huge bone body fell, splashing a cloud of dust.

"No!" Trem, who had also been freed from the restraints of the ball of light, showed a pained expression as he watched as the Holy Flame set the bone dragon's body on fire.

"It's forbidden to steal the corpses of dragons, but if you tell the source of the corpses—"

In the dazzling white sea of fire, the angel walked slowly, pointed the tip of his sword at the weeping Trem, and said calmly.

"Die to death!"

Trem's red eyes were full of madness, and the blue light of "Soul Suppression" in his hand shone brightly, but the other party only raised an eyebrow.

"The quasi-artifact of the necromancer, very rare." The hand wrapped in silver armor passed directly through the blue light, crushing Trem's left hand and snatching the "Soul Suppression".

The soul mark attached to the "Soul Suppression" was also easily erased, and the angel looked at it for a moment and put it into a certain space.

"Now, it's time for me to avenge my men."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword burning with holy flames pierced through Trem's body, and the flames all over his body blocked out his screams.

"Fourth-level magic, Radiant Arrow." With a fourth-level magic, he slashed all the necromancers who tried to resist, and Antor was pierced through his body by countless arrows of light.

"Amazing will." The angel seemed to sense something, turned around, looked at Antor, and said approvingly.

"Not yet, not yet..."

"Strong warrior, Nordul salutes you."

The angel paid his respects to Antor and then had the flame on his sword reduce his body to ashes.

Too fast, neither the necromancers, nor Antor.

This is not even a massacre, a torture.

In front of this terrible angel, it is simply like garbage that has been centrally disposed of, swept away and turned into ashes.