Finally, in the light of light, each priest was restored to the way they had been during the heyday of their own and the entire kingdom of Astarte. They stepped into the air and into the battlefield.

"I am the Seraph, announcing the end of your wait!"

Seeing more and more enemies joining the battlefield, in the armor of the angel, Fabius Spair's mood was eager, and he gradually handed over the entire psychological control to the consciousness of the angel in his body, making this man more and more ruthless, and the way of speaking also underwent strange changes, becoming very retro, really like the supreme god who landed in the human world.

With the declaration, the light on the holy sword became more and more intense, and the blazing fire of judgment burned Akhhan's body, and even the battlefield was about to be burned illusory, and soon it would disappear.

"This king can't fail yet!"

Looking at his former warriors, former priests and his beloved wife, this powerful king was also furious, his staff emitted a deadly black light, and his body was covered with a layer of strange snake patterns, and he actually forcibly withstood the powerful and incomparable fire of judgment, and forcibly pulled back the battle against the angels that was about to collapse. It may not last forever, but it is enough for the warriors of Akhan to show their wrath.

"In the king's name, destroy!"

The flickering ball of light in Helena's hand revealed terrifying electrical energy, and with the blessing of the ritual dagger, it flew towards the archer army that was changing into rapid-fire arrows.

"Dragon's Back Cloak—"

Clarke's body twisted, looking at the menacing lightning, this elven with the name of ruthless did not hesitate to abandon his own men.

A large cloud of lightning smashed directly into the archer group, and in an instant, countless senior archers fell, twitching and slowly turning into electrified corpses, and the longbows in their hands completely turned into useless black charcoal.

As for Clarke, the skin of the dragon he had slain had blocked most of his magic bows and arrows, and he had once again bared his fangs, firing three rounds of shortbows with swift speed that was almost imperceptible, targeting the High Priest who was still gathering strength.

"Proceed—"

"-Asylum"

With a lazy voice and a short and thin body, the two girls teleported to the side of the chief priest Helena Helweather in an instant, and a barrier was summoned, easily resisting the three elven Noldor arrows that were hiding in the killing machine, and from the ripples in the center of the shield, magic rays burst out, forcing Clarke, who was about to shoot again, to hide in his cloak and dodge.

"Mission Complete"

"Please continue."

High Priest Guard, Liliana Carly, Ludia Carly. This pair of sisters, who all look and figure exactly the same, are orphans raised by Helweather, and the mental synchronization rate of the two has reached a perfection that is impossible for ordinary people to achieve.

The strength of both of them is not strong enough, but they have also achieved certain results by concentrating on the cultivation of defensive magic and shield spells.

And using the same tone of spiritual fluctuations can make the combat power of two people reach a powerful increase of one plus one is greater than two, which allows these two sisters to be competent for the dangerous and responsible job of the high priest chief guard. And from the slightly upturned corners of the mouth, it can probably be seen that the two children like their current selves and their current tasks very much. Because from the day they became sensible, Liliana and Ludia wanted to protect this big sister who had been protecting them.

For the two mages who were already powerful, Helena Helweather was not a powerful mage, nor was she a chief priest. She is their sister and what they are here for.

"Thank you."

Smiling softly, Helena rubbed the top of the two girls' heads because they hadn't taken care of their short and unkempt hair. It is worth mentioning that the only difference between the two is Liliana's maverick pink hair and Ludia's lilac hair like a porcelain doll.

The two of them squinted their eyes and purred in comfort like cats, and their heads kept rubbing against Helena's hands—

- With the light curtain still firing this arcane missile to bombard the ground indiscriminately, the sisters' dual-minded specialization and killing aura are really worthy of their status in every sense.

"Hee-hee, play with me for a while"

Lunala bounced around the crowd like a cute elf, walking through her magic wand laughing, and the soldiers couldn't even bear to attack the lively elf...

... It's weird. Countless heavily armored warriors, feeling that their throats were burned by the poison, did not even have a chance to scream, and their bodies were invaded by the terrifying toxin spells of this lovely priest, and directly turned into organic fertilizer to nourish the earth in their armor, and if enough enough, they could cultivate a lush forest in the desert.

The title of the cute little girl of the Fierce Poison Jungle seems to explain something. For the enemy, this little green elf, is a nightmare.

The heavy armoured soldiers raised their shields, but the wind of toxin penetrated into them, destroying everything about these stalwart warriors.

As Lunara ran and jumped through a camp, nothing seemed to change, so the warriors were all standing, and none of them attacked her.

"I'm sorry, stupid little bugs, it's game over."

The cold tone made everyone feel chills in the enemies who had been listening to the girl's laughter, as if this was the true face of this death messenger.

A gust of wind blew through the dry land of the desert, across every battlefield Lunara's walk.

"Whoa—"

The armor fell, the joints shattered, and the inside, there was already nothing, and this was the true strength of this terrible priest.

Walking with hands in hand, smiling with joy, infinite destruction behind him.

The entire battlefield was set ablaze by this group of terrifying spell masters.

"The old man is here to teach you a lesson!"

Caloan found a pair of brass glasses out of nowhere, and while struggling to hold on to the feet of the glasses to find his enemies, he frantically fired all kinds of mages at the archers in the distance.

Old eyes are dizzy, teeth are falling out, but Archmage Carloan's spell skills are getting better and better.

So much so that every time he chose the magic came from a different text, magic links, earth pulses, fireballs, ice arrows, arcane flames, psionic pulses, each of which was the spell that the teacher of almost all the priests had taught these students, and now it had become the most terrifying weapon in the hands of this old man.