The ancestor of the necromancer, the loneliest and most powerful necromancer, Nagash, has been decaying for nearly a thousand years and has only failed twice. These two failures, one he lost the love of his life. Another time, even his true life was lost, and only the false soul body was now immortal, but it could never return to the arms of God.

He would not allow another failure, his life full of glory, each time he faced was accompanied by an unforgettable loss, he had, there was nothing left, nothing to lose—except the only place he had now.

The staff of bones in his hand, the [Troll Destroyer] was raised high, and Nagash was completely tired of this strange warrior, and decided to use the Yin Chill spell that he hadn't used for three hundred years, which was the forbidden spell that he had placed in the ancient tomb of the Alfaris Kingdom when he got the legendary staff.

"Let's see, [Kazak's Scourge]!"

Hoarse, Nagash's almost uncontrolled necromantic energy condensed at the tip of the staff into the same as the troll skull of the staff, but hundreds of times larger, the black energy slowly formed the troll's boiling blood, abnormally strong muscles, red and full of anger, blind eyes, and the two glittering battle axes.

The legendary version of the troll king, the terrifying legend that once slaughtered an entire country, and the legendary lord, the overlord of mankind, and the most powerful warrior of Sigmar Sigmar Sigmar, the founder of the Sigmar Empire, Sir Boris Todd Bollinger, returned to the world with the help of this terrifying forbidden curse!

"Roaring ——!"

The troll roared, his axe raised, ready to easily crush the human creature in front of him as small as the man who killed him.

For Alexander Anderson, during his time in the City of Redemption, it was actually himself who was truly redeemed.

With the help of the Demon King, or Max the "Savior", the first church of the entire ruins has begun to take shape. Now Father Anderson finished his day's work every night and personally taught the doctrine of the Pure Church to a dozen homeless orphans who had been adopted in that humble chapel, and that was all that the lonely man now had.

"I'm not going to let you take anything again this time, anything!"

His eyes gradually covered with indescribable anger, and Anderson put down his two swords instead.

You must know that this kind of thing is a sword that originally appeared under the barrel of a gun and was used as a weapon in hand-to-hand combat, and Father Anderson has always insisted on using this awkward sword instead of the flaming sword or the glorious sword commonly used by the church, and he also has his own troubles.

Because—

Anderson slowly unfastened his robes, revealing his heavy belt of arms, before finally revealing his proud cards.

"Removal of sin!"

"Curse the evil!"

The two double-barreled shotguns that flashed with divine light were held by Anderson in this way, and the two swords that were inserted into the ground happened to be embedded in the barrel of the guns at this time, firing unimaginable divine light.

- Alexander Anderson, the seventh paladin of the original Pure Church, the original goddess gave the title of [Evil Holy Spear].

Two short spears glittering with holy light were raised high, without fear or trembling, and after more than ten years, Anderson decided to raise his guns again.

These two weapons, given by the goddess of the lake herself, are powerful enough to match the breath of the gods, but there is only one drawback - the power of mortals is too weak to be considered able to control these terrible divine punishments. In order to be used, the insignificant mortal must be exchanged for the only commendable price he has in the eyes of the gods.

In other words, every bullet is actually a life consumed by Anderson, which is the fate of each generation of paladins and the fate that they take the initiative to accept.

“AAAAAAAAAA——M EN!”

When a bullet enters the chamber like a light, everything will soon become irreversible.

The troll swung his tomahawk, and Nagash, drained of mana, nearly fell from the air.

The bullet had been loaded, and Anderson, who was not used to such a huge consumption of life energy, turned pale, but his gaze was extremely determined.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Two angry shouts came from the two urban cores that were already close together, resounding through the half-ruined land, making everyone look back.

"Nagash, let the scorpions and trolls dissipate, you are not enemies, and besides, we are here."

Kelly's voice was visibly panicked, but she quickly persuaded Nagash, who was about to do something stupid.

"Father Anderson, this is our ally, don't attack!"

As for the Demon King, he has already rushed out of the city, followed by a vast number of workers and citizens of the City of Redemption.

"Yes, master!"

Almost without hesitation, Nagash, who was afraid or even afraid of failure, lifted his spell almost instantly, and when Anderson saw the demon king and others coming, he also turned his hands without saying a word, put two double-barreled shotguns into the belt, shook his body, and put the old robe back on.

With a flick of the staff, the skeletal giant scorpion that had originally transported the entire city was like a real scorpion, slowly digging through the sand, slowly burrowing into the sea of sand, and with the phoenix, slowly, steadily placing the entire Nehekala in its new position.

"Boom ——!"

When the city fell, the stone gates of the Black Pyramid and the gates of Nehekhara opened at the same time, as if waiting for something.

Just as the Demon King and the others walked to Father Anderson's side, in the black pyramid, there was a dense, chaotic, but intimidating footsteps.

Six hundred and sixty-six priests, simply divided into two rows, poured out of the stone gate of the pyramid, and in the middle of the two rows, the flame mage Kassandra and the tall and indefinite [Ishizuka Wraith] Akehan, protected the short but powerful [Endless One] Veznan - Kelly Freya.

All the powerful mages are moving forward with their feet in the difficult sand, representing their sincerity and the hint that there is no threat, which is the common means of the strongest mages in the entire continent to represent the highest kindness. After all, once a mage gives up floating in the air among the strong, then he has completely given up the idea of confrontation.

On the other hand, the demon king and others here, because of the sudden situation, only the war lord and some ordinary workers appeared, and Jack and Celia were left in the city by the uneasy demon king.

As a result, only the Demon King and Father Anderson participated in the historical moments that were crucial for the two cities.