Gathering the power of the Scarlet Crusader's High Spell Regiment, after a strong baptism of spells, Mograine looked at the city wall shattered urn city and laughed. "Praise the Light, the combination of piety and magic is indeed invincible, well done."

The mage leader next to him bowed slightly, and accepted the praise of the great lord with reserve and satisfaction.

"Now, let the damned spirits of the undead once again experience the majesty and wrath of the Light! Scarlet warriors, the gates of the urn city have been opened for you, come on! Charge! Break through one more door, and those damn cursed things will be gone forever. The Light is with you! ”

As his words fell, the horn of the charge sounded again. The mages behind Mograine pressed forward as they chanted again in low voices, ready to unleash a new round of spells to cover the charging warriors.

The magic in the air gathered again, and soon, small and bright fires gradually gathered in the hands of the mages.

"Praise the Light! Purify all filth! The mage leader waved his hand slightly, and the light of the fire immediately roared over the warriors' heads like meteors, heading straight for the walls. Although there were only dozens of lights, the entire sky lit up.

This seemingly gentle and harmless flame of light immediately exploded angrily as soon as it touched the substance, just like a docile kitten suddenly showing its sharp fangs, you will be shocked to realize that it is a lion. The entire granite floor of the city was torn apart by this massive and indiscriminate bombardment, and the falling stones flew everywhere, and the only place that remained intact was at the foot of the Simon Gate. At this time, the Saimen was surrounded by a dark black enchantment. For some reason, those flames of light that exploded at the touch of a button only touched his barrier, like a mud cow entering the sea, quietly extinguished.

Simon looked coldly at the blood-colored crusaders who were sprinting towards this place through the layers of exploding fire.

And the Zardum he was holding, the Devourer's staff, the Cerberus at the head of the staff let out a low ho-ho, expressing the intensity of devouring.

Simon paused his staff slightly. "Quiet! You'll have enough to eat in no time. He sneered and raised his hands and chanted the incantation. This is the end, this is annihilation, burning my soul, sacrificing to the forces of darkness! ”

There was no wind, but Simon's hair and robes seemed to be blown by the wind, and the hunt sounded. A dark light quickly spilled out of Simon's body, coiling around his body from head to toe. The black light that surrounded him gradually condensed into a small black ball, and because of the accumulation and compression of energy, the surface of the ball had a black air flow gushing out from time to time. The ball slowly floated to the tip of Zardum, the Devourer's staff. The helberhound-like staff couldn't wait to swallow it in one gulp. In the blink of an eye, the body of the staff immediately puffed up in a whole circle, as if it had been eaten.

Simon pointed the staff in his hand forward, a grim bloodthirsty smile on his face. "Born in the dark, blooming in despair, the flower that will eventually bloom, go to meet your soil!"

From the mouth of the dog at the head of the staff, a strong black light overflowed, and with a breath, those black lights condensed and compressed again, turning into shapes the size of fingernails, and quickly shot towards the blood-colored warriors who were already in the city, leaving only a slender and tiny afterimage in the air than a hair, and no one noticed it at all in this noisy battlefield where magic was in full bloom, and it entered the bodies of many warriors and even mages.

"Since you want to play a big ticket, you must be prepared to fail...... Hope you'll enjoy this surprise, huh...... You'll love it, because there's more waiting for you" Simon looked at Mograini with disdain, and he tapped the ground under his feet with his staff, and a dark green magic pattern circle flashed, a simple teleportation array. "Prepare for the feast of destruction! Good appetite! ”

Mograini seemed to see another figure on the urn city, but it disappeared in an instant. He rubbed his eyes, "There is no way that no undead can survive such a sacred fire, I must be mistaken." By this time, the troops had all reached the ruined walls of the Urn City, and through the ruins, Mograine had even seen the faces of the undead guards on the main wall, pale, faces of the dead.

"Light above, my fearless warriors, these damned undead creatures will be destroyed. Receive the blessings of the Light and bask in the power of the King. Mograini triumphantly gave the final order to attack. He left all the power of the Word in the moment, raised his arms, and chanted loudly. As he chanted, the golden light centered on him and spread to the warriors around him, like the dawn of victory blooming in front of each blood-colored warrior. At this moment, they were full of confidence, their tiredness was swept away, and there was only one thought in their hearts - to break through the door! Evil will lose its roots in Rodron.

And the Scarlet Mages began to chant incantations with confidence, and nothing could stop the power of the spell, not even the poor gates. As long as it is given a round of fire, the undead brood will no longer pose any threat to a tiger that has lost its claws, and the Scarlet Warrior will be able to sweep away all evil on this path.

All the Scarlet Warriors were so proud that this would begin a deadly magical feast, and they looked at the door as if they were a defenseless lamb, while the mages raised their butcher knives.

The short but seemingly long mantra chanting finally ended. The flame of light roared towards the gates again. Mograini clenched his sword excitedly, ready to charge and attack himself.

Just as the flame of light was about to hit the city gate and everyone held their breath, a huge golden barrier appeared out of thin air, falling from the sky and firmly covering the entire city wall. The flame of light bounced weakly on the golden barrier a few times, but it was absorbed by the golden barrier.

"Damn! It's mantra * wall! They have such a high-ranking priest, it's an insult to the Light! "Mograine, who had grown up in the Light, knew nothing more than what this golden barrier was.

The Truth Word* Wall is a high-level holy light technique that can only be performed by high-level priests. Even the Scarlet Priest is one of the few who can cast this spell. His eyes literally burst into flames. "Mages, keep attacking! Warriors, follow me! Glory belongs to us after all! ”

Simon's eyes were burning at the moment. He hugged the fainting Thea. The unconscious Thea couldn't see that Simon's face was distorted by anger at this time, and the ghostly light of the undead under his black eyes was getting brighter and brighter due to extreme mood swings. Very good, Scarlet Crusaders! Mograini! Simon is secretly ruthless in his heart, and you are bound to pay for it!

"Is the thing you were told to prepare?" Simon gritted his teeth as a sentence popped out of his mouth.

And Mick knew exactly what he was referring to, "Yes, Mentor Simon, it's done, put it to work right away?" ”

"Nope! No, no, no...... ...... a little while," Simon smiled warmly again, "Falling from heaven to hell is terrible, but ...... How can the fear of falling in an instant compare to the slow despair of falling layer by layer, how can the main meal be served first before the appetizer has started? ”

He meditated softly. "The flesh and blood of the enemy is the place where you are born, and the fear of the enemy spreads your descendants. Everything that is the enemy is prepared for you. You wait for the brilliance, and you can bloom! ”