The big cat let out a roar full of pain and slammed it to the ground. It struggled to roll over, trying to get up from the ground, but the shadow energy had taken control of its nerves, a movement that would normally be so easy to do now.

But it was this difficult move that made Diego ecstatic - just now, for a moment, Diego even thought he was going to lose it. You know, the significance of animal companions to hunters is far more than just pets, they are like friends or even brothers of hunters, because of some mysterious blood and soul connection and life and death.

After the ecstasy, endless anger ensued.

"Maggots, cowards who only sneak up on behind! There is a kind of stand up and let Uncle Diego see! Diego turned, roaring angrily, flame bombs enveloping his fury in the direction the shadow arrow had just fired.

The bullets didn't hit the target, but the bullets fired at the wall exploded violently, dispelling the darkness around the corner.

It was at that place that a figure in a heavy cloak appeared. He was shrouded in a cloak, but a hand came out of it, and he was holding a strange white bone staff, the tip of which was a skeleton with two horns. The hand with the staff was swollen and festering, and its skin was pale, looking like a dead body had rotted in the water.

Even he didn't realize it, and Diego was secretly relieved in his heart - this was a necromancer, not a rotten lich with only bones and sticks. For adventurers. The kind of monster that is immortal in a sense is almost incomprehensible. Their long lives give them plenty of time to improve their spellcasting skills, and almost every Lich is a master of all kinds of spells.

But necromancers aren't so terrifying. Although, in the strict sense, a necromancer can also be considered a type of mage. But the difference is that they do not study frost, fire, or arcane, but instead passionately throw themselves into the dark magic of death and * as humans, hoping to get the desired power from the death that humans fear. In general, necromancers are divided into two branches: one is the necromancer, which summons and dominates ghosts, and the other is the necromancer, which manipulates corpses. While the former literally looks a little taller, in the cult of the damned. It is the latter that is the most widely circulated.

Although after being promoted to the lich, the ultimate form of the necromancer, they also have to study the soul. But before becoming lichs, the mages of the Necro were often vulnerable in their own right, and they were nothing without the necromantic armies under their control.

In fact. Diego thought so too, and he aimed at the necromancer and fired again. At this distance, he can hit with his eyes closed.

But the necromancer snorted disdainfully, he raised the skeletal staff in his hand, and a purple magic shield instantly appeared in front of him. The flames slammed into the shield, exploding violently, and the powder of the lava core that was scattered was firmly bonded to the shield's surface, blazing. But it couldn't hurt a single hair of the necromancer hiding behind the shield.

Just before Diego could figure out a way to break the tortoise shell, the necromancer's counterattack began, making various gestures at breakneck speed. And chanting incantations, almost in the blink of an eye, a vicious spell was unleashed.

The pain immediately spread through Diego's body, as if every inch of bone had been nailed into a red-hot iron nail, and he could feel the flesh and blood all over his body swell and spasm, squirming wildly on his skeleton. The pain was almost devastating. It was as if someone had lifted the skull and poured a scoop of boiling water into it.

"Curse of Pain!" Diego knew exactly what spell he had succumbed to. He tried to lift the gun. He fired again, but his strength seemed to be drained away, and his body stiffened, unable to even pull the trigger at the slightest.

For a moment, Diego wished he could faint for a while and get through the pain, but here lies the most vicious part of the spell - even the most fragile of nerves will keep their heads clear when they are struck by it, to make sure he can savor the pain of the spell clearly. It is said that this spell was originally used by demons to torture confessions, and it was later spread by warlocks and used in battle. One of its spells even has the effect of keeping the recipient excited and sensitive, and unless you die directly, the pain caused by the spell is inevitable.

I have to say that many people who fall for this spell are really painful to death. In fact, without other help, Diego would have been incapacitated and would have died on the battlefield. However, at this moment, the power of the Holy Light, which had been forgotten in the depths of his body by Diego's chaotic consciousness, finally awakened on its own. Aware of the existence of evil and darkness, they swept over every inch of his flesh ~ body like a surging tide of anger. The evil curse that was doing whatever it wanted within him was completely inadequate in the face of this powerful and pure energy, and it almost collapsed at the touch of a button, and then it was expelled from his body.

Diego gasped violently, but his breath was still hard and rapid. His joints were burning and his muscles were aching, but the pain was gradually lessening under the Light.

In fact, this spell only lasted for a short time, but for him, it was as long as a century.

"Now, it's my turn." Diego stood there with a grin, taking out a regular magazine from the holster around his waist and replacing it with a magazine slot.

The next moment, a surge of holy light energy was poured into the chamber of the spear, and this was the first time Diego had used it so roughly. He didn't even bother with the brilliance he was inspired by. He stood at the crossroads, like an angel shrouded in light in the dim mist, illuminating almost every street he could reach.

"You'll regret me off!" Diego muttered to himself. He completely let go of the obscuration of the holy light in his body, and without any scruples, he showed his power to the enemies hidden in the darkness.

It was as if he sensed the condensation of the holy light here before the explosion. A few streets away, another pillar of light formed by the holy light suddenly burst out like a volcano and soared into the sky. It was the paladin Samuel who opened his aura of piety. As if in resonance, the two pillars of holy light that kept humming faintly reflected each other in the sky, and the brilliance of the dense holy light invaded in all directions with their tremors. At that moment, the fog that had been sweeping over Raven Ridge was completely dispelled, and for the first time in decades, the blue sky and the scorching midday sun were visible above the town.

Out of fear of the sun, the undead monsters that filled the streets instinctively retreated into the shade of the trees or under the eaves. This was the first time that the war had begun, and the offensive and defensive sides had been transposed.

Take advantage of the confusion of your opponents. Reinier regrouped and prepared for another attack from the monsters. But now the protagonists of the battlefield are no longer them. At the crossroads, the pillar of light had vanished, replaced by a dazzling white glow centered on Diego. The light has become as bright as the sun. From time to time, pinprick-like spikes stretched and contracted around its periphery, crackling like plasma. Reinier had never known that the always gentle Holy Light could condense into such a fiery Cheng Dù, so dazzling, so fierce, that even the slightest glance would burn you.

The ball of light gradually condensed to its limit, and with a thunderous rumble, a shining bullet was fired from the ball of light, pulling out a light the thickness of a spear. The spear of light tore through the darkness and struck the undead huddled in the streets—there were too many. Not everyone is lucky enough to find a shadow in time and hide inside.

The spear pierced through one of the ghouls at the front, then the zombies that followed it, and a skeleton soldier further back. But that's not all, this spear of light contained too much power of holy light, and it wasn't until a large hole was pierced in the stomach of the ghoul, who was in eighth place, that the light energy was depleted. And for the undead, this innate energy that restrains them cannot be contaminated in the slightest, even if it is not the head or neck that is fatal to the undead. Rainier saw a skeleton that had been scratched by a light spear on its arm suddenly collapse to the ground. It was as if he had lost his motivation all of a sudden, and he didn't move anymore.

The cluster of light then emitted a second ray. Then came the third, where Diego shot again and again, carving deep ravines in the tide of monsters. At this point, the battle had become a one-man show for him, and the spell projected by the necromancer hit the ball of light, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, completely unable to pose the slightest threat to him.

Rainier had regrouped his team and once again propped up the shield wall, but the only thing they had to do was to keep their bodies down and not block Diego's shots.

The lich who secretly controlled the undead monsters finally realized that the situation was completely out of control, and he controlled a large number of monsters to launch a final general attack, but in front of the rampaging Diego, this decision was almost like sending him to kill.

The only thing to worry about is probably the stitching monster. These behemoths staggered along, their sheer size was the best defense, and even if they were hit by a spear of light, they would still be able to walk a long distance before falling to the ground due to the erosion of the light. More than one human soldier was smashed in the head by the flesh hook it threw before it fell to the ground.

"Watch out for which abominations!" Reinier yelled at Diego, "Get rid of these disgusting big guys!" ”

"No problem!" In the light, Diego's voice spoke loudly. Rainier glanced at the light, but couldn't see anything, but he felt tired from Diego's voice.

But moments later, another wide spear detached from his ball of light and struck the last abomination in the distance, killing him with a single blow. But as its massive corpse fell apart, Diego shook his head, "That's the limit of what I can do." ”

But for Reinier, that's enough.

Almost all the troubles have been solved. All they have to do is clear the few remaining scattered monsters. In fact, because they were fighting the undead, they didn't even have to clean the battlefield. Perhaps after a while, they will be able to move the battlefield to support Brother Samuel. (To be continued)