"Hmph, have you ever seen the power of faith?"

Caesar said with a smile on his face: "A necromancer, who has been spurned by the people of the whole continent, the power of faith for you can actually be equated with poison!"

Saruman gritted his teeth and stared at Caesar, Caesar's personal strength was really not worth mentioning in front of him, although his strength was very strong, and his mental strength was also very strong.

As a ninth-order necromancer, Saruman's normal way to kill Caesar was just a matter of a few breaths.

However, now, it is the most abnormal situation, and the suppression of faith brought about by the Holy Sword Escarlett faith model in Caesar's hand makes Saruman very uncomfortable.

Not to mention exerting all of your strength, even an undead spirit is not willing to come out!

The undead fear the Light, and the main source of the Light's power is faith, and in the face of the power of faith, the appearance of the undead is no different from suicide.

Even if it is to defy Saruman's will and suffer in the soul orb, he is not willing to come out and face the power of faith.

The choice between pain and distraction, all the undead choose to suffer.

"Caesar, this time, I remember!"

Saruman withdrew the claw of death, the four fingers severed by the holy sword Escarlett were very flat, and his right hand held the severed limb of his left hand, and Saruman's heart ached.

"Next time, I won't talk so much nonsense with you!"

Saruman threw down a cruel word, and his figure instantly retreated, and in less than an instant, Saruman's figure had completely disappeared in the eyes of everyone in Atlanta.

For a time, the image of Caesar once again became tall in the hearts of all people in Atlanta.

What else can't a lord do?

That's a necromancer, a necromancer who wiped out five thousand people in the Great Horn Territory in an instant, and he could only escape with his tail between his legs in front of the lord?

Could it be that the lord's strength has already broken through to the ninth order?

This......

Is it possible?

No one knows the answer to this question, and no one will think about the answer, anyway, the lord has saved Atlanta again, and that's enough!

Seeing the scarlet cloak behind Caesar being blown in the wind, everyone knew that today's defeat of the ninth-order necromancer by Lord Caesar would be blown to all corners of the grassland along with the dandelions.

"Long live your lord!"

"Your Lord, mighty!"

"Long live your lord!"

"Your Lord, mighty!"

A heartfelt cry surged through Atlanta like a tsunami, and Caesar turned around and raised the holy sword Escarlett in his hand, which had returned to its normal state.

Shout out loud, "For Atlanta!"

"For Atlanta!"

"For Atlanta!"

"For Atlanta!"

The whole of Atlanta was completely boiling, and looking at this scene, Caesar knew that his former image had finally changed completely.

To completely change the image of a person in the hearts of others, it is not something that can be solved once or twice.

It's about doing the same thing again and again, and others will slowly correct your image in their hearts.

And now Caesar has done it!

Watch as everyone in all of Atlanta cheers for themselves!

Look at the smiling faces of all of Atlanta cheering for Atlanta!

Watch everyone across Atlanta rush out of the city gates to meet the excitement of their triumphant return!

Caesar's eyes slowly blurred, the feeling of prostration gradually came, and slowly, Caesar lost consciousness unconsciously.

But even though he was unconscious, Caesar still straightened his back and stood at the gates of Atlanta, like the eternal patron saint of Atlanta.

At the last moment when Caesar's consciousness disappeared, the helpless voice of the Great Lord System also sounded: "I'll just say, Holy Sword Escarlett, opening any mode now will be a great loss to your spirit, even if your spiritual power is MAX, I'm afraid you will have to take time out." This time, I'm afraid you'll have to rest for a long time before you can regain your huge mental power. ”

"Hehe......"

Caesar could only utter these two words in his consciousness, and then fell into a complete coma.

It's not that Caesar doesn't want to leave Saruman behind completely and relieve Atalanta of worries, but it's that Caesar himself has no way to support it.

If Saruman hadn't run fast, I'm afraid Atlanta would have been more auspicious today. As for Caesar's spiritual power, that huge spiritual power was all drained by the Holy Sword Scarlett, and if you want to replenish this spiritual power, there is only one way, and that is Caesar's own strength to truly reach the Holy Rank!

However, what comforted Caesar a little was that the Holy Sword Escarlett had severed Saruman's four fingers, and the power of faith eroded Saruman's undead power through the severed fingers, and I am afraid that for a long time, Saruman would not be able to return to Atlanta to be powerful.

......

I don't know how long it took, but when the sun outside the window shone on Caesar's face, the dazzling sunlight caused Caesar to gradually wake up in a coma.

Caesar was so uncomfortable with the parchment that his throat squirmed rapidly, trying to make a trace of saliva moisten his throat, which was on fire.

"Where am I, how long have I been unconscious?"

Caesar struggled to sit up on the bed with his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the various ornaments in the house and made sure that it was his room.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a figure in a long black dress entered.

The petite figure didn't seem to notice that Caesar had woken up, and after carefully closing the door, he walked straight to Caesar's bed, and didn't see that Caesar on the bed had sat up.

lowered his head and said: "Why haven't you woken up after being in a coma for so long, obviously you have already checked it, and your physical condition is very good, but your mental strength is vacant a lot, and you won't be in a coma for so long......"

"If I don't wake up again, what so-called cement do I make for him every day, when will I do it, all the houses I destroyed have been rebuilt, even the façade of Atlanta is almost finished, can't you let me take a break..."

"No! My purpose is obviously to come and kill this guy, why am I now working under him!"

Listening to this guy's broken thoughts, Caesar couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Strangling him while he's unconscious, and then snatching back the soul fire and tearing down this Atlanta?"

Well, all the guilt just now is thrown away!

"Onexia ......"

Caesar snorted softly.

"Hmm...... I'm here...... Ahh

It was only then that Onexia raised her head, and looked at Caesar, who was lying unconscious, in amazement, and didn't know when she sat up.

"When did you come to your senses?"

Onexia asked.

"I was awake when you came in...... Caesar's voice was hoarse, pointing to his throat and saying, "Pour me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty......"

"Hey, here we go!" Onexia hurried to the table, poured a glass of water into the glass, and blew softly, trying to cool down the hot water.

I don't know why, looking at Onexia like this, Caesar suddenly felt that the black dragon princess was actually not too bad.

Taking the glass of water, Caesar gulped it down, and with the moisture of the water, the dry feeling in his throat suddenly became much more comfortable.

"Thanks, Onexia......" Caesar let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Onexia's head tilted, her big eyes rolled around, and she sighed, "It's been almost three years......"

"What...... It's been three years?"

Caesar turned his head in astonishment, and when he saw Onexia's stoic smile, he immediately knew that he had been tricked.

Caesar reluctantly reached out and flicked on the small spiral horn above Onexia's head: "How long have I been unconscious?"

Onexia's pretty face immediately turned rosy, turned her head, and whispered: "It's been almost three months, it's not a lie, it's really almost three months, it was Adele who took care of you, because she was too tired, so I came over and watched ......"