Standing at the front of the player, Ma Krypton, Philosopher, Wang Dali and others raised their heads and just saw the old man's gaze from afar.

Deep, confident, and extremely compelling.

It was the first time that light and darkness looked at each other.

The brilliance of the magic is like a rain of light, falling down in a fine and dense manner, and each drop of light rain contains the strongest dispersal power against evil.

-200 Divine Damage!

Divine Damage -198!

Divine Damage -212!

......

The players were shocked and hurriedly retreated, panicked looking for obstacles and dodging the light rain.

"What kind of ultimate?"

Ma Krypton frowned, watching his health bar continue to decrease, even if he was a second-turn player, and when he was damaged by the light rain, his blood volume continued to decrease at about 30 points per second.

Fighting in such a radial environment will greatly hinder the player's offensive.

The average HP of first-turn players is about 1500-2000, and second-turn players are generally above 2500, even the giant skeleton soldiers known for their blood cows have only 4000 HP.

Under such a terrifying rain of light, even the giant skeleton soldiers couldn't hold out for long.

Not to mention the players, as long as they stand in the light rain for ten seconds, the full health bar will be emptied in an instant.

This is God's will! It is a celebration of light! ”

The captain of the Templar Knights, who was fighting, was excited, his face covered in blood, and shouted loudly.

He tilted his head and watched the rain of divine light descend from the sky, allowing it to wash away the filth and blood on his body, taking away fatigue and fear.

Confidence and strength are back in the body!

Keep fighting, I'm a warrior of the gods!

"It's not going to be good."

Wang Dali pulled Ma Krypton to death and hurriedly hid under the eaves, there were no more undead players on the street, and many undead players who fought to the point of mid-air with blood bars didn't even have time to dodge, and were directly taken away by a wave of magic light rain.

One after another, black light flickered on the battlefield, and many players died directly back to the city, and their bodies and weapons were taken away by the godhead system.

"Praise of the Light?"

Although Xu Xiaofan was not in the city, he could still feel the powerful divine aura from the City of Thorn Flowers, and he could also see the amazing light under the dark night and the divine rain falling out of thin air.

The Praise of Light is the signature powerful magic of the cultists of the Light God, and according to common sense, there is an essential difference between the magic performed by the believers and the true magic performed by the gods.

Believers only use the power of the gods and the power of their beliefs to stimulate the magic and exert some of the similar magic effects of pseudo-magic.

Only the gods themselves can perform true divine arts, with the powerful effect of infinite changes in divine magic and the ability to speak with the law.

The magic itself is not a specific skill or move, but a way of using energy that is born out of the heart, and even the name of the magic doesn't actually mean anything.

The magic of the same name can not only exert a powerful single attack effect, but also can kill in an area, and can heal believers.

True magic is often only exerted by the gods themselves.

The Praise of Light is different, it is said that this is a believer's divine art that was studied by a powerful Holy Spirit Angel under the command of the God of Light when he was still the Pope, and it is infinitely close to the real divine magic in the way of energy use.

The Praise of Light can be performed by fanatics, and although it is costly, it is powerful and varied.

It can be transformed into a divine rain that nourishes all things, it can also be turned into a spear of punishment to pierce evil, and it can even be transformed into an enchantment to protect one side.

Allowing fanatical believers to have a means similar to that of gods to perform divine magic is tantamount to greatly strengthening the belief system of gods.

This magic was popularized by the God of Light, and in every plane of the God of Light, as long as the status of a light fanatic believer was high enough, there was a chance to comprehend this magic technique.

Bright praise, Xu Xiaofan is no stranger, but he didn't expect that in the low demon plane of the Eske Continent, there are actually light believers who have comprehended this special light believer divine technique!

"It seems that the players have to suffer."

Xu Xiaofan sighed, although he had tried his best to help the players cheat, but he really didn't expect the luck of this year's players to be so bad.

Andrew was stabbed by his own people, and even the light salute came out.

Xu Xiaofan really didn't expect that in a low-level demon plane like the Eske Continent, this high-level divine technique would actually appear!

Obviously, the old man of the hall master, whose talent and qualifications are terrifyingly high, has successfully comprehended the Bright Praise.

Xu Xiaofan is a little envious of the God of Light at the moment, how come the believers under this cargo are all geniuses!

Even if the Eske Continent is only a low-level world, and the power of the Light Praise Displayed by the Lord of the Hall of Light is not so terrifying, it is not something that players can afford at this stage.

This is a high-level divine art!

No, it's not too much to describe the Praise of Light as a forbidden magic!

The scepter in the hand of the Hall of Light Lord continued to shine again, especially the white gem at the top of the scepter, which bloomed like a sun.

With the current divine attainments of the Lord of the Hall of Light, although he can be called the first in the Eske Continent, he can only maintain the effect of the Light Praise with the help of the staff of the Temple of Light that has been passed down from generation to generation.

"A bunch of lowly undead."

The Hall of Light Lord sneered faintly, stood on the rain-washed street, and slowly raised his scepter.

"Light! Be with us! ”

"Listen to the Lord!"

As if an order to advance, the Knights of the Templar moved after the old man's whisper.

The Templars behind the old man turned into a torrent of steel, split into two columns, and attacked the undead players who were frantically dodging.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The footsteps of the knights were on the streets, splashing rain, their armor was wet, and the light rain was shining on their cheeks.

They are the most elite Knights Templar! It's the Papal Army of the Temple of Light!

Every knight always remembers the virtues of light.

"Humility! Honest! Commiseration! Gallant! ”

With each dull roar, the knights took a step closer.

"Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Spirit! ”

The great sword has been unsheathed, dyed with light and rain, inspiring fighting spirit, and every knight is like a blooming sun.

The warriors of the gods will never back down.

This light salute turns into rain, constantly healing and stimulating the fighting power of the Light faction, while also weakening and damaging the strength of the undead faction.

Under the double effect, the power is reduced by another layer.

But players don't think so, they don't know the true power of the Bright Praise, and they don't know that this is already a low-level Bright material that can't be lower-matched.

Players just feel ......

"What a!"

Long Aotian scolded in the voice channel: "Damn, dog planning!" It's a hang for NPCs! Is this to abuse players? ”

The players who participated in the battle were also angry, and it was not fair at all!

The dog planner must have thought that it was too much for the players to directly enter the NPC's main city, so he simply gave the NPC a plug-in!

"Damn, dog planner, when I go back, I'll buy ten copies of the scolding package service!"

"How can this be fought? If you stand for a few seconds, you'll die, not to mention that there are so many Templars on the other side! ”

"It's over, this time the group is lost."

The players are full of decadence, and the giant skeleton players are embarrassed, they are huge and there are no buildings for them to dodge.

Stand still, feel the dwindling health bar, and wait for death?

Never!

"Up!"

Long Aotian gritted his teeth, hoarsely voiced, and roared hoarsely: "I'll talk about the scolding plan later, but this battle, even if it is lost, can't make this group of cubs feel better!" ”

"NPCs can beat players once, twice, or even a hundred times! But it doesn't change who we are! ”

"We are the last kings, the true masters of the Grim Reaper!"

Long Aotian didn't know when he appeared on the battlefield, he came out of the hiding house, holding the signature big bone knife in his right hand, and stood under the light and rain.

Dense damage jumping words appeared above Long Aotian's head, Long Aotian bit the blood bottle exchanged in the points mall in his mouth, and there were several blood bottles in his left hand.

The players raised their heads and looked at Long Aotian on the roof of the house in amazement.

He was so proud, arrogant, and high-spirited.

"What the hell? Get out of here! ”

Long Aotian raised his head and roared, furious: "Kill! Even if you die and go back to the city, you have to give me enough points! We've all entered the city, and we're still hiding! ”

"Charge! Let's die together on the way to the charge! ”

"Brothers, kill!"

Long Aotian roared desperately, and his voice was almost hoarse.

The Hall of Light Lord raised his head and glanced at Long Aotian on the roof lightly: "Pathetic struggle, the last roar before the evil disappears." ”

The battle was decided, and he didn't need to care about an undead trying to turn the tide, it was just a poor skeleton.

All the players heard the voice of the Lord of Light, a faint voice full of sarcasm and lofty meanings that resounded through the streets along with the rain of light.

Ma Krypton's eyes were red.

All the players' eyes were red.

In this moment, they forget who they are as players, they forget who they are NPCs, and they forget that they are in the game.

I am the darkness and you are the light.

If you are destined to be righteous, then I will be the evil that all people spurn and spurn!

Even if you are destined to lose to justice, you must lose heartily!

"Up!"

Horse Krypton was the first to stand up, summon his own skeleton warhorse, and stepped onto the warhorse.

"Legion of Undead Knights!"

Ma Krypton raised the knight bone knife in his hand and looked at the Templar Knights who were approaching not far away.

Armed with great shields and long swords, they dismounted and fought.

In the streets, this is the best way to fight.

"Hehehe...... Hahahahahahaha! ”

The laughter of the horse Krypton grew louder as more and more undead knight players behind him summoned their skeleton horses and silently praised their horses.

Each of the undead knights had a blood vial in their mouths and a large knife in their hands, and they gathered together in silence.

This is the pride of the dark cavalry, and our cavalry can also charge forward without fear.

Sometimes, the tacit understanding of teammates goes without saying.

If you go up, I'll go too, even if I know I'm going to die!

That's the player!

"Charge!"

Without superfluous words, the horse krypton rode forward, the bone horsepaw kicked high, stepping on the light rain, and launching a fearless charge against the damage that kept jumping out of his head.

A game, a brother.

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