Volume 2 The Call of Fate Chapter 45 Demonic
Radat was suddenly silent, for he was surprised to find that the young man, who should have lost most of his life, slowly rose from the ground.
An unparalleled momentum burst out from the young swordsman's body, and the few people who oppressed Dladat even felt difficult to breathe. If Radat could still sense the level of Dou Qi released by the young swordsman before, then the current level of Dou Qi could not be sensed at all.
At this moment, the level of fighting energy that shrouded the young swordsman was at least three levels higher than him, could it be that this was the level of a ninth-level great swordsman? Radat quickly denied this speculation, because he had seen a ninth-level great swordsman. The leader of the Wild Vulture Mercenary Regiment was a ninth-level powerhouse, and Radat had personally witnessed the battle state of the group leader when the ninth-level fighting spirit was fully released, but the momentum of the group leader at that time did not cause him such a heavy pressure.
Don't......
A ridiculous possibility suddenly flashed through Radat's mind, and he said in a trembling voice:
"Sword ...... Juggernaut?"
Daniels was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his lifeless eyes glistened with a strange purple glow. He looked like a demon from the abyss. And the surface of the protective light ball formed by the golden fighting qi of the light attribute that shrouded his whole body, faintly flickered and flowed with subtle black electric light.
No one in the audience thought about why there was a flow of black electric light that symbolized evil in the golden fighting qi that represented light. Because now the minds of the mercenaries are filled with nothing but shock.
The more Radat thought about it, the more frightened he became. The aura exuded by the young man's body far exceeded that of a ninth-level powerhouse, and it could only be the breath of a saint-level powerhouse. However, he didn't have time to think about the question of why this young man was a sword saint at this time, what he was thinking about now was how he could retreat in front ......of such a powerful martial artist.
Daniels' purple eyes swept over everyone. When Radat was swept by Daniels' eyes, he shivered. Cruel, cold, vicious, vicious, all kinds of the most evil eyes in the world are included.
"O lowly human being, how dare you harm my body. A hoarse voice without a trace of emotion spat out of Daniels's mouth, compared to Daniels's originally cold but magnetic voice, it was like two people.
"Daniels" slowly raised his injured right hand and put his two fingers together to refer to the sword. A condensed sword aura instantly shot out from his fingertips, rushing towards the forehead of the hammer mercenary closest to him.
After a miserable scream, the heavy hammer mercenary, who had no time to react in the slightest, fell to the ground. Half of his skull was neatly sliced off by the sword qi, and Bai Huahua's brain was mixed with blood and flowed all over the ground.
"Ava!" A big mercenary who had a good relationship with the heavy hammer mercenary couldn't help but roar in grief and anger when he saw his friend's tragic death, and he didn't care whether "Daniels" was a sword master or not, and attacked with the broadsword in his hand.
Before the big mercenary could get close to "Daniels", several sword qi flew quickly. The sword qi easily cut through the chain mail on the big mercenary's body, penetrating his body. After letting out a terrible howl, the big mercenary lay on the ground, blood gushing from several bowl-sized blood holes on his body.
The other two mercenaries' faces changed drastically, they looked at each other, turned and fled, ignoring the fact that their squadron leader had not yet given the order to retreat. However, before they could take two steps, the sword aura from Daniels' fingertips passed through their backs and chests. The two mercenaries immediately fell to the ground.
Fear, endless fear struck Radat's heart. His hands trembled violently as he clenched his sword, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
What a powerful strength this is!
"Daniels" turned around and looked coldly at Radhat. Killing, blood, and the imminent death of the host gradually awakened the sleeping "him". On the golden protective light ball, the black electric light became more and more intense, thicker and thicker, and gradually swallowed the golden light that represented the light. At the moment when the black electric light finally completely engulfed the golden light, the billowing black gas overflowed from "Daniels" like a flood that opened the floodgates, and went straight to the sky.
Just when Radat thought he was about to be the next victim, and was forced by the fear of death to swing his sword at "Daniels" for that last ditch effort, the mutation happened.
In the sky of the eastern part of Catalan at night, a huge golden light cluster lit up, and a dazzling golden pillar of light shot out from it, cutting through the deep darkness and descending on "Daniels".
"Daniels" suddenly clasped his hands to his chest and bent down in pain, and the black qi released from his frenzy quickly annihilated. Unable to bear the pain of burning all over his body, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a mournful howl.
The natural vision of the eastern part of the city shocked many of the citizens of Catalan who were still living at night, and their exclamations woke up more of the city's citizens who had fallen asleep, causing them to get out of bed and go out of their homes curiously to find out what was really going on in the city. Strangely, however, the houses lining the long street at the center of the vision were quiet, and the citizens who lived in them were still asleep, and none of them were woken up by the noise of the city.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way," shouted a group of soldiers of the City Defense Patrol, who dispersed more and more curious citizens who had been pouring from their homes to the center of the street and blocking traffic, to both sides of the street, to make a way and run quickly to the place where the vision had occurred.
On the highest altitude of Prometheus Hill in Catalan City, in the Basilica of the Holy Light, the supreme holy place of all the Holy Catholics on the continent of Northumberside, Pope Benedictine IX in white and more than a dozen cardinals dressed in red are standing at the entrance of the square of the main hall of the church, staring at the strange scene that appeared in the distance under the holy mountain, with deep frowns.
"Your Majesty, there is a purifying light circle that has been automatically activated, and it seems that a demon of no lower rank has invaded Catalan City. Next to the Pope, a cardinal said in a deep voice.
Originally, as the center of the Holy Catholic Church, Catalan City has naturally become one of the most important strongholds of the Holy Catholic faith. Its richness, its prosperity, its ubiquitous devotion to God make the great God full of affection and fascination with it. In order to ensure the purity of the city of Catalan and prevent it from being polluted by external evils, the great Holy God cast his divine power and formed twelve circles of purifying light, protecting every inch of the city he loved. Once a powerful dark force invades Cataloland, the Purifying Light Circle will automatically be activated to eliminate and purify those dark forces that dare to invade the city.
The Pope nodded, and said solemnly: "Bishop Bynum, I bother you to take it to see what is going on." ”
The cardinal saluted and took the command.