After revealing the unique wings of the Bloodline, Jerome finally broke free from the shackles of the Light. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was only the most basic spell healing technique for a sanctuary space, but for Jerome, it was as if he had been bound by this holy light for a few seconds.

If he hadn't used all his strength, he might still be scorched by the light. This strange white magic will definitely be the enemy of the Blood Clan.

Stretching out his hands to take a look, he saw that the originally white skin on it had become charred black, and even the blood vessels and muscles on several sides could be seen.

Not only the hands, but also the pain came from all over the body. Knowing how terrible his image is now without thinking about it makes Jerome feel angry like never before.

With a wave of wings, the dark energy that was floating in the air was gathered, and a black tentacle emerged from the sky and drew it towards Adam.

Unleashing the dark magic of the Dark Tentacles, Jerome flicked his wings again, his fingertips growing sharp claws, and launched the most fierce attack on the militia.

Syllable! A loud voice echoed through the camp, and dark tentacles the thickness of an arm whipped against the divine shield in front of a militiaman.

According to Jerome's calculations, the magic of the Dark Tentacles should be able to tear apart the shields in front of the militiamen, and then he could easily pull out the hearts of a militia again, so that the entire camp knew that offending the Bloods would definitely be punished the most terrible.

But the truth is that the divine shield in front of the militia did not break under the attack of the dark tentacles, not even the slightest crack.

With the divine shield in hand, the militia can finally free their hands to fight Jerome. Although neither in martial arts nor magic, the militia could not compare to Jerome, after all, his strength had reached the bronze rank.

However, under the siege of six militias with the Holy Shield, Jerome had to spend more energy looking for places where the Holy Shield did not reach to attack, which made the battle seem a little strange.

It stands to reason that Jerome should have been able to deal with six militias in a matter of minutes, and the original one is the best example of this.

But with the Holy Shield, everything is different.

Jerome finally seized the opportunity to cut a wound in one of the militiamen, and just as he was about to take the opportunity to kill the militiaman, if he could not kill him, he would be seriously injured and incapacitated, and the attack of the other five militiamen was already coming.

Jerome had to pass up this opportunity, which made him very depressed. But he also had to admit that the human warriors in front of him were absolutely perfect in terms of coordination. There are definitely not many people who can hold out for that long under the attack of the Bloodline.

However, the real battle really began.

"Mr. Jerome, I said the Light would bless you." The voice of the young mage rang in my ears.

Jerome saw that a milky white light appeared between the young mage's hands again, about to envelop his body again.

Jerome, who had already tried the Light, didn't want to experience it again, and knocked one of the militiamen who rushed in front of him to the ground.

Hah, the shields on them are starting to fade. Wait to avoid the Light, and then it will be a time for you to enjoy your fears.

Jerome waved his wings and flew into the air, a smile on his face, and then he noticed that seven spherical creatures appeared around him at some point.

Seven rays of light erupted from the bodies of the spirits, engulfing Jerome's body.

Just now it was just a ray of light, and Jerome was wounded by the light energy. This time, the number of holy lights was raised to seven.

Even if his strength has completely reached the bronze rank, at least for now, the strength he can exert can really be described as limited. The Light is a nemesis for dark and undead creatures.

Jerome howled like a beast, and his wings fluttered weakly and fell to the ground. The six militiamen, who had been waiting for a long time, stabbed Jerome with their tridents and pulled them out, bringing with them the same red blood of the Blood.

From the Bloodline's attack to Adam's summoning of the Seven Spirits of Light, from the Bloodline's display of wings to unleash black magic to being shrouded in holy light once again, it all scared the people in the camp.

A second ago, the Blood Clan still had an absolute advantage, and they all seemed to be in a catastrophe. But the next moment, the arrogant Jerome wailed under the shroud of holy light. Especially Martin and his party, who have a direct conflict with the blood clan, are definitely in a mood of ups and downs.

Martin felt that his clothes were almost soaked with sweat, not that it was so hot in the camp, it was completely cold sweat that was scared out.

And it's all because of that young mage in the camp!

At this moment, in fact, from the moment Adam made his move, there was no one in the camp who dared to ignore this young mage.

Six militiamen mercilessly pinned Jerome to the ground with tridents, and six tridents from Jerome's hands and feet.

Under the shroud of the holy light, Jerome had no room to resist at all, and could only watch as the militia, which could usually be solved at once, stabbed the trident into his body.

Jerome had never been humiliated like this, and it almost drove him mad.

But the power in his body could not be raised at all, and he could even clearly feel the gradual dissipation of his body under the shroud of holy light, and this feeling of experiencing the gradual disappearance of his body made him feel unprecedented fear.

By the time the healing of the Seven Spirits was over, Jerome had been pinned to the ground by the militiamen, and was completely inhuman.

Whoever sees a creature pinned to the ground will think that it is a vampire raised by the Bloodline rather than a pure-blooded Bloodline.

Because he looked so miserable now, the gorgeous aristocratic dress had long been tattered, revealing the charred skin burned by the holy light, and the internal structure could be seen in more places.

The wings behind him weren't much better, and holes appeared in the membrane, large and small, as if they had been eaten by insects.

Adam slowly walked up to Jerome, who still had a holy shield in front of him, after all, he was not attacked, and the divine shield existed longer than the militia.

The only regret for Adam is that both the light spirit and himself are now at a lower level, so the healing effect is greatly reduced, otherwise where would there be so much trouble.

"Mr. Jerome, I've heard that if the hearts of the Bloods are gouged out, they will die a very miserable death."

Jerome let out an ugly curse, "Damn human, you think the great Johnson is something you can humiliate at will?" Just ask the merchant, the wrath of the Bloodlines is not something you can afford. Believe me, you will die a hundred times a thousand times worse than me. Ha...... Haha......"

"Rest assured, you will soon experience the taste of redemption."

Adam paid no attention to Jerome's swearing, and as for the feud between Martin the Merchant and the Bloods, he had time to understand.

At Adam's command, the seven spirits unleashed healing spells once again.

The seven holy lights were also shrouded by the six militiamen, but instead of feeling any discomfort, on the contrary, the injuries they had suffered in the battle of the blood clan recovered in the holy light.

And Jerome, who had received the most holy light, finally did not have the strength to make any sound, not even screaming.

Through the milky light, the rest of the camp could clearly see that Jerome, who had been pinned to the ground by the militia, was fading away.

Yes, just like the vampires before them, their bodies quickly disappeared into the air as the most basic particles under the immense and rich light energy.

The middle-aged mage couldn't help but swallow his saliva, as if because of them, the mysterious young mage in front of him had a grudge against the blood clan.

Glancing at Martin, who was still stunned, the middle-aged mage finally relaxed, he was not the master of the caravan, so let Martin worry about this kind of thing. Maybe he didn't even realize it, and unconsciously treated Adam as an important person.

The light dissipated, and there were only six militiamen on the ground, and the wounds on their bodies were completely gone. And Jerome, who claimed to be the great Johnson, no longer had any trace, completely purified by the Holy Light.

And at the moment when Jerome was completely purified by the Light, Adam was once again reminded of the templar space.