The boundless rope of death is linked layer by layer, forming a super-large death bondage. And because it was condensed by the natal essence of all resentful spirits, it was even more powerful than the death bindings exerted by the eighth and ninth level professionals.

Overwhelmed, like a net.

The black pressed ground towards Princess Cynthia's abode.

Heavy, oppressive, suffocating, with nothing to hide, no way to resist.

The already gloomy world has become bleak again.

"Baptism of Light." The incantation chant, short but extremely powerful, like a sharp scalpel, instantly cut through the haze in the sky.

A faint light appeared, at first just a few stars, and then suddenly burst into the sky, like a brilliant firework, shining through the canopy of trees.

The milky white purifying light instantly enveloped them within thirty meters of them.

Bright, pure, penetrating all darkness and purifying all gloom.

It was like a holy light.

Erupted in scorching light.

The endless power of death, as well as the crows and wraiths, began to appear in flames, and the flames of holy light suddenly burned and burned.

Ravens and wraiths howled, shuddered, crumbled, and then turned to dust, vanishing forever into this holy space.

The whole gloomy world was lit up, and the haze that shrouded the canopy of the Tree of Life and the power of death gradually dissipated. This made the female guards gradually see a glimmer of victory.

"Only the Light can kill death, Sithel, and you arrange for everyone to alternate the baptism of Light." Princess Cynthia's voice followed, not high. But with great firmness and unquestionable.

"Yes, Princess."

The originally depressed heart once again showed a pleasant surprise. The elven maidens compete to perform the baptism of the Holy Light.

They were the princess's handmaidens. At the same time, he is also a powerful mage and warrior.

The incantation was chanted, and a stream of holy light appeared out of thin air. The thirty-meter radius was woven into a white barrier, and within thirty meters of them had become a vacuum of death's power. Shielded from ravens and wraiths.

One by one, the ravens fell in this pale light, and the spirits were annihilated by the purifying power, sinking into the heavy sea of death.

Once scaled, this baptism of light is undoubtedly a fairly useful skill, which can not only deal massive damage to enemies, but also restore teammates' injuries and energy, so that they do not have to worry about injury and mental exhaustion.

The white light is not as hot as the sun, but it is more powerful than the sun. The power of purification is its greatest feature. Patches of death power turned to dust in the scorching light of the Holy Light, and the ravens in the air suffered heavy losses.

Wherever the light reached, their bodies melted away like ice and snow.

And the resentful spirits in the sea are even more unbearable, one by one disappearing from nothingness, leaving only a song of lamentation.

Even those death cords are peeling off in layers.

The vast net of heaven always turns into ashes at the close point of the elven princess, and it can no longer be entered.

However, despite the fall of crows and wraiths, followed by an even larger team of cannon fodder, it is clear that Merkel is ready to win this battle. He didn't even plan to do it himself, but wanted to kill them directly with the crows and resentful spirits.

Of course, the reason why this baptism of light is so powerful is because the enemy in front of him is too weak. No matter how many Ravens and Grey Wraiths there were, even if they were thousands, they could not change their weak nature. Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, even with a good commander behind the scenes. But in the face of a group of elves whose strength is far above them, they are still too inferior in terms of combat power.

These can only be leveled by a large number of deaths.

Obviously, this pit is not easy to fill.

And what the Holy Light reaches is a line of life and death. Once the wraiths and ravens cross this line, fire, annihilation, and endless death await them.

Even though they are already undead, it doesn't mean that they will live forever, and they are still too small in the face of strength.

However, despite the death in pieces, they still rushed towards the Mother Tree of Life without hesitation, like moths to a fire.

For them, cannon fodder, the only meaning of survival is to serve their master, Angela Merkel, the ruler of the kingdom of God, even at the cost of her life. Because their souls will have eternal life in the kingdom of God.

Once Merkel has truly established and perfected her kingdom of God, she will be free to create life at will in this kingdom of God, and it will become an instinct to resurrect her people.

Of course, these people who exist in the kingdom of God also have their sorrows, their life and death can only depend on the kingdom of God, once the kingdom of God is destroyed, the imprint of life they leave in the kingdom of God will also disappear and completely annihilate from the universe.

Moreover, they are no longer a complete individual, everything, thoughts, lives, everything, is in Merkel's hands, there can be no rebellion and resistance at all, once they resist, then what awaits them will be the soul of the soul.

The gods control everything in the kingdom of God and are the foundation of the existence of the kingdom of God.

It only takes a certain price for Merkel to resurrect them again, so for Merkel this is a bunch of cannon fodder that can be resurrected infinitely.

It is undoubtedly a worthwhile thing to use such a group of cannon fodder to pile up the surviving Terrans and elves in the Forest of Life.

Therefore, he will definitely not have the slightest mercy, and in order to resurrect them to obtain more powerful vassals, the soul is a must, and this group of powerful Terrans and elves is undoubtedly the best raw material.

Of course, if the situation allows, he doesn't mind taking action personally, however, now he obviously can't spare his hand, and he still has a lot of important things to do, the first is of course to take Sheelan, which is the key to his real body and finally successful resurrection.

The second is to seize control of the space of the Forest of Life, make up for the lack of the godhead he has gained, and finally make it complete, so as to build his own true divine world and take the final step of becoming a god. It was the only way he could think of in the Land of the Gods.

The third is that he must distract himself from fighting with Gander and Gatling of the Copper Palace, as well as Her Majesty Kosiya, the queen of the elven race, and many elven elders, to block the entire spatial barrier. This is a foreign enemy.

The power of the god of death in the godhead is his biggest arm and hole card, however, these sticky and heavy power of the god of death are not so easy to control, after all, his divine soul has just recovered, and his strength has not really advanced to the god, which is a bit like a child holding an artifact, although it seems to be powerful, but he is now a little struggling.

He couldn't take it in stride.

He could only transform these powers of death into the power of death at a slightly lower level.

Although these forces of death are still extremely powerful, and will soon be submerged in the Forest of Life, it will take time for the entire space to be corroded and devoured.

And the elven queen's response made him a little angry.

He used the artifact Life Scepter.

His heart was vomiting blood. (To be continued.) )