The murderous intent suddenly changed, and it transformed into the original Colora Leone's treatment of the archbishop. But watching Colora Leon's body burst into golden lightning, and his limbs trembled rapidly in the miniature lightning, Colora Leon's voice blended with Canranta's voice.

"Quick! Canranta is usurping control...... Launch Orona! ”

The aura behind Colora Leon vanished, and with it the heroic personality of the Purifier, and with it, the Purifier warrior's body pulled out its twin blades.

"Die!"

Colora Leone uttered Canranta's voice, and at this moment, Canranta's voice sounded hoarse and terrifying, as if she had been maliciously guided by something.

Colora Leon, who wielded his twin blades but was possessed by Canranta's personality, was subdued in only two moves by Atanis. By the time he had resolved the crisis in front of him, the archbishop had time to look around—the countless Purifiers with heroic auras of the past had lost their aura behind them, and they began to attack anything they could see indiscriminately, from the warriors of Nerazim to the platforms on which they operated the ship.

Atanis couldn't understand why Canranta suddenly went out of control, let alone why the Purifier suddenly went out of control. But what he knew was that he had to act now—as Colora Leone had said before he was stripped of his body.

"Galax! Connect with Orona the Purifier now! ”

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On the other side, Aranak looked at the Darlam warriors around him who suddenly began to fight, narrowing his eyes and sneering at the same time.

"Wow, this is the unity-loving Dalam? Why am I only seeing ...... here? Cannibalism? ”

"Listen, Tadarin."

Phoenix's head twisted slowly, finally bringing Aranak into his sight. His body, like countless other purifiers, began to twitch slightly, and the golden light on his body began to fade slightly.

"My personality is being forcibly expelled from this body...... Canranta wants to take control of my body, please before he causes damage...."Aranak stared at him, his eyes narrowing and narrowing, and then began to retreat: "Stop me......"

Phoenix's personality fought Canranta in a world where the Star Spirit couldn't use psionic sense, but Alanak had already drawn his blade and stepped forward.

"I've always been helpful, always."

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A faint amount of stagnant water slowly flowed on the body, drawing an angular arc along the skin on the surface of the body. In the arc of the line, it finally merges into the earth.

This was the result of the air being too hot and humid, and the surging Vola Zun could not suppress the impulse in his heart.

Kill him! Revenge for your mother!

No! He was forced to do so...... All sins are the work of the Queen of Blades...... He saved you before.

Heaven and man fought, and the two villains in Volazun's heart tried to convince each other, but after the villain representing forgiveness said the sentence "He once saved you", the current Nairazim patriarch Volazun instantly exploded.

She almost could have killed the Queen of Blades! But that damned traitor stopped her!

Unable to suppress his anger and hatred, Volazun forgot that Zeratul held the fate of the universe in his hands, and even more so forgot that the pain in Zeratul's heart was far greater than his own. She crept into the shadows.

Seeing the real world in the shadows is far more bizarre than looking at an abstract painting by a human, and Worazun is already familiar with it, and she skillfully navigates obstacles.

Move, flash, leap.

Volazun quickly approached Zeratul, the elder who was looking at the stone wall and studying Sarnagar's prophecy seemed unaware of the impending danger.

Finally, the dagger appeared, and Volazun walked through the shadows, and the scepter, which represented the supreme power of the Nerazim clan, shot out a brilliant warblade. And in an instant, Zeratu subconsciously drew his blade to block.

The Lightblade took the place of Zeratug to block a deadly attack, but under the heavy blow of Volazun, the skilled warrior suffered a defeat.

When his feet smashed the fungus blanket that could bear the weight of the cockroach under his feet, and his knees were bent to the point that he could no longer bend them, the warp light blade of Vola Zun was completely disempowered.

The glowing blade illuminated Zeratul's face, even overshadowing the pupils of Zeratul's eyes.

"Volazun!"

Zeratul exclaimed, he really couldn't imagine that Volazun was still here, and he didn't expect her to attack him.

She's crazy?

"Calm down! Wolazun! ”

Zeratul used the light blade to unload Volazon's attack again, but he also paid the price - the mask strip that had been with him for four years was cut off. He watched in distress as the dirty, smelly thing flew away in the wind.

Getting back to the point, Zeratu finally made a counterattack after defending it many times. Following Volazun's push to take a step back, holding his feet on the ground, he ploughed the fungus blanket for several meters, and the anti-joint was like a compressed spring, bursting with all its strength in an instant.

The blade pierces Volazun, but the ultimate goal is not the point, but Volazun's ribs, so as to prevent Volazun from continuing to come and not cut off Rashagar's bloodline.

Finally, the blade of light cut a small wound in Volazun's ribs, and purple blood splattered out. But Zeratul knew that the injuries seemed to be serious, but they were definitely not fatal.

After completing the counterattack, Zeratul used the power of the shadow to leap not far away, and then stared at Volazun.

"Enough! Wolazun! Zeratul said, with hatred for iron and steel, with the words of the elders concerned for the juniors: "Our people are being enslaved and slaughtered by Aemon! You must return to the Spear of Arden and lead the race! ”

Wolazon let go of the scepter in his hand, and while holding the scepter with one hand, the other hand touched the place where he felt pain, and after finding that his hand was full of blood, the patriarch of Narazim gripped the scepter again.

"So I'm going to forget about hatred? Forget the hatred of my mother being killed? ”

Volazun's counterattack was far more than a thousand words from Zeratul, and the elder forgot where he was in for a moment.

Rasa Gar, Vorazun, all the Nerazim people......

He had a lot on his shoulders, the fall of the El, the death of Rashargar, the fall of the Golden Fleet, and...... Vorazun's wounds.

He thought he would be judged by his people, but only after Aemon's death. But in other words, the trial can start at any time.

Zeratul withdrew his blade, removed his shield, and straightened his body, chest straight, and looked at Volazun.