Chapter 323: Why does the protagonist make himself look like a villain every time he fights......

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The situation was obviously tilted, the temple side was already in a difficult situation, in just ten minutes, the shape suddenly changed, the confident hunter became the target of hunting, but Hermione had no time to regret and anger.

The elaborate plan, the well-planned siege, seemed to be just a joke now, her opponent had long known her plan, and even had insight into her identity - just like Sigma ridiculed, she was blinded by conceit and arrogance, ignoring the last possibility, there were no reinforcements, not even a battle plan, and the other party seemed to have given up a bit of resistance, just to lure them all here, and then with her own strength, she could catch them all!

- But who would have thought that a high-level necromancer who had just been promoted could wipe out the elite military array with the powerhouses of the Sacred Domain as the core?

Hermione gritted her teeth, resisting the pervasive erosion of death, trying her best to save the crumbling lives from Sigma's hands - astrology was turned on by her to the maximum effect, frantically searching for the possibility of survival in death, a possibility to save the lives of these temple elites who came with her......

However, she already had the answer in her heart, and two paths unfolded in front of her, leading to the same outcome.

Unable to save her, this military array can no longer provide her with an advantage, but instead requires her to spend a lot of mana to support and protect, and they cannot pose a big threat to Sigma, who is moving at high speed and has seemingly endless mana. Instead, she will be hunted and killed by this crazy necromancer one by one because of the disparity in strength, and reason will tell her. She shouldn't waste any more precious mana, otherwise the military formation will be broken. She was about to face the bigger and stronger Sigma in a worse state, but she told her that she couldn't abandon her followers in such a cold-blooded manner......

Sometimes, the real decision is much more difficult than you imagined in advance.

Even the powerhouses of the Holy Realm are confused by this fact, this question, and they don't want to face the real answer.

But Sigma won't give her a chance to escape, this is a high-level mage who crosses the distinction between mortals and saints, and challenges the powerful who have attained transcendence to the saints. He will not hesitate to hit the other party at any cost and by any means to gain an advantage, even if it is a little psychological advantage, he will not let go!

The necromancer raised his right hand, and the violent necromantic power quickly condensed in midair, turning into pitch-black claws like a giant's grip, and with the wave of Sigma's right arm, it slapped at the already small and shrunken military formation.

Brilliant elemental brilliance immediately erupted in the military formation, and all kinds of spells full of anger met it fiercely, causing the huge claws to dissipate with a bang, but the form was annihilated. But the invisible force roared like a dragon, and the aftermath fell violently, slamming into the shield raised high by the sword and shield men in the front row, condensing the fighting spirit!

There was a dull roar, and people were pushed to a stumbling ground by the powerful impact. When the array was almost lost, Sigma's shouts accompanied by the howl of the undead rang in everyone's ears: "What are you still hesitating about? This army is no longer able to help you in any way! When did the decisive Templar disciples become so humane? Don't you emphasize renunciation and sacrifice? Isn't it possible to sacrifice the daughters of allies without hesitation? For your lofty ideals, for your common beliefs. Push these miscellaneous pieces out as cannon fodder and sacrifice them! ”

Every word Sigma says. The unbridled power of death is one point stronger, until the end of the word. The intense black violently spread, devouring a qiē light, causing the silver moon to retreat, making the stars dim, and the black vortex above the Manholyo Academy suddenly burst out with countless black rainstorms, like thousands of crossbows and crossbows shooting furiously, venting the pure power of death down!

Hermione lit up the six-pointed star shield again, blocking the torrential rain that fell violently, but she was obviously more struggling than the last time she resisted the rain of bones and teeth - I don't know if it was the Sacred Master who consumed too much, or Sigma who was getting stronger and stronger, but it was no different at all, and the Templars knew that this terrible enemy with terrifying power was shaking their will with its clever tongue and unrivaled power, telling Hermione that she should abandon her men, and that their leader would abandon them!

When the master struggled to resist this devastating terrorist attack, Sigma rolled up the rich dead qi and rushed up again, the necromancer seemed to turn into a deep invisible darkness, waving his fist around the solid military formation and bombarding continuously, sometimes someone could not stop the erosion and impact of the terrifying life, and was torn out by the necromancer and killed on the spot, or turned into the wreckage washed by time, or was slaughtered by the corpse, shattered into a mist of broken bones and blood, his attack has been out of the scope of martial arts and spells, Even the simplest slash with a knife can roll up an irresistible cloud of death, and a simple gaze can unleash the most cruel spiritual curse, when the blood flow is cut off, the body decays, and the soul collapses, almost no one is immune!

"Fear? Hopeless? Just die! The necromancer sometimes shouted and fought wildly, sometimes screamed violently, his voice gradually merged with the roar of the necromancers around him, the darkness around him became more and more condensed, and faintly, there seemed to be a terrifying phantus behind him, holding a giant scythe composed of bones, a heavy but bony robe, and a pair of bone wings stretched like sharp claws, he was like the center of the underworld, the commander of the dead, countless vicious and mysterious undead spirits followed him, dancing the war dance of the undead spirits, Roar and cheer on their king, licking their hideous minions, waiting for an opportunity to devour the blood, bones, flesh, and souls of the defeated, dragging them towards the world of the dead!

It's an illusion, it's not real, it's just an illusion—as much as it reminds itself, the people who confront Sigma, no matter how brave, strong, and determined, are irrepressibly filled with fear, and the thick darkness, the deep death, the sound of the dead that rings all the time, all give them the illusion that it is not an illusion, and they are not fighting alone. It's a concept, an end. An incarnation, and that is...... Death!

However, ordinary Templars saw death in Sigmar. And Hermione, who is a powerhouse in the Sanctuary Realm, discovered something else - when the disciples were slaughtered by the necromancer, she suddenly discovered that from the beginning to the present, Sigma's strength has continued to rise and increase, and his heart is also changing rapidly! More cruel, more decisive, more tyrannical. Although he is still killing purposefully, constantly attacking everyone's will to fight, his methods, skills, and fighting spirit are constantly changing, in other words, although he can channel the infinite death qi of the underworld to use it, but at the same time, he is also affected by the power of Pluto's planetary origin!

Her teacher had told him that Pluto slumbered the darkest force in the world, a sealed place that silenced all who knew it. It is even more tyrannical than the lava hell core of Martian sky, carrying the curses and resentments of the dead in the old world, and venting the final destruction of all things - among the nine planets of the solar system, only Pluto, the farthest planet, is a world that belongs only to the dead! It's a dead planet!

A light flashed through my mind. Hermione's eyes lit up.

She suddenly thought of a brilliant way to turn the tables.

No one knows the power and properties of the stars better than astrologers.

Although Sigma seems to be trying to circumvent Pluto's subtle influence on him, although he can mobilize a constant stream of dead energy at a fraction of the cost, with Hermione's astrological powers. At the moment when the magic of the two converged, she could completely take advantage of the situation. Forcibly expand and divert the passage between Sigma and Pluto, so that the planet's most chaotic, dark, tyrannical Origin will is connected to Sigma's soul - and then. The curses of the undead of the old world will destroy the soul of this little high-ranking mage, and turn him into a puppet who can only kill and destroy miè!

However, she needs a chance, a head-to-head head with Sigma at close range.

And this opportunity is simply too slim, and even now she has to protect these extremely vulnerable mortals, warriors who are fellow Templar disciples with her, people who share the same ideals and beliefs.

The question of the blood shadow still echoed in his ears.

Harry's suicide note, between the lines, indifferent entrustment and farewell.

The disciples of the temple have long been aware of the path of sacrifice, no recognition, no return, pure faith, and a wonderful life.

Whether it's the personal vendetta of Harry's death, or Sigma's public vendetta for sabotaging the Temple's plans several times.

And...... If you can do such an earth-shattering thing as a high-level mage, how powerful should you be when the other party has fully grown up and become a legend above the world? Such a man who was hostile to the temple grew up, and the result was undoubtedly destructive, and the damage he caused to the temple must have been immeasurable.

Kill him.

Kill him anyway.

Kill him at any cost.

Not only kill him, but also turn his body into a raging killing machine, causing him to wreak havoc on Nelson, tarnish his reputation, tarnish Atlas's image, and put them in trouble for themselves!

Then, start destroying the light of miè!

Hermione opened her eyes again, her eyes were already full of murderous intent, she looked at Sigma who was on the rise, and the two eyes met again, Sigma smiled like a predator, and she returned with a mocking look.

She took one last look at the Templar disciples who were struggling to fend off the other party's attacks, and her will and morale were falling inexorably, and she took a deep breath, if she wanted to get close to Sigma, she would need their life-for-death containment or attack, and to launch an attack formation under this desperate form, for them, the only end was death.

As Sigma said, she couldn't protect these men, they had to die.

But she had to make a choice, a strategy, a decision, a sacrifice, a sacrifice...... This was the path of martyrdom for the Temple disciples.

However, this time she didn't have to make a choice against her will, and she didn't have to be scrutinized and blamed by her heart.

Because......

"My robes, I, Hermione Granger, as your comrades and companions, beg of you, to shed my blood with me, and to strangle this man who is a great threat to the Templars in infancy!" In an instant, the starlight was in full bloom, and an endless stream of starlight sprinkled on everyone's body, restoring their physical magic, healing their injuries, and increasing their courage, and the voice of the Holy Realm Master crossed the sky, resounding in everyone's hearts, "Let's ...... Die here! ”

The Templars looked at each other, and after a brief moment of amazement, they were relieved and determined to return to the shell of growing fear.

Since they chose this path, they have long been aware.

So in the midst of the screams of thousands of undead, under the shroud of death, the Templar disciples, who were most of the dead and wounded, let out a fiery roar, raised their blades, and waved their magic, forming an arrow-like assault formation, and rushed towards the direction of Sigma!

Hermione was still surrounded by a group of spellcasters at the core, a bright galaxy protecting her body, and the Sanctuary Master looked at Sigma surrounded by darkness and said sharply, "Sigmar Washington, if you brought death...... We choose death! ”

Fight head-on! Fight head-on! Don't dodge! Don't back down! Crush us from the front!

Hermione prayed in her heart.

Pray that her defiant words will provoke the anger of the other party and make him choose to go head-to-head.

He is indeed such a person, even if he becomes a necromancer, the experience of the knight and the blood of the Reaper family will still make him like a warrior, respecting his enemies who have sacrificed their lives on such a tragic battlefield.

Sure enough, every time Sigma, who clearly thinks he is the righteous party but always makes himself like the Great Demon King, shows a cruel and hideous smile.

It's like the Reapers, galloping across the battlefield.

The necromancer floated back a hundred meters in the air, and then accelerated the recoil, like a meteor across the plains, with the unparalleled momentum of thousands of troops, to the roaring assault army array-for-tat, charge, collide, knight duel!

He roared, "Then I will give you death!" ”

The roaring people collided with the black meteors.

The dark and dark power of death devoured the soul, dissipated the fighting spirit, corroded the body, Sigma carried the endless power of death like a bamboo, constantly crushing this sharp assault array, he continued to kill the people who stood in his way, until he saw Hermione's figure, the starry Sanctuary Master was waiting for him, ignoring the tragic death of his subordinates, ignoring the approaching death, her goal was only one, that is......

"Die!" Finally, the two converged, the astrologer of the temple and the deathwing of Atlas, and in the same shout, between the two of them, the mighty two mana suddenly collided! (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ Dian/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account! (To be continued......)