"The priest of light... but they do the work of the dead..."

Looking at the Holy Order Death Priest incarnated by Rams using the withered robe as a medium and began to summon a large number of undead in the underground space, Moriarty suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity, and more of a curiosity about the origin of the withered robe.

For the Priest of Death or the Necromancer, summoning the Necromantic is just the foundation of the basics. But with the power of light as the source, urging the art of summoning necromancy is an incredible thing, but it is clearly happening in front of your eyes.

"Could it really be that positive energy can really be transformed into negative energy in some way, or can the light divine power be transformed to be able to achieve the holy power of death?"

As with the "occupational disease" in the past, Moriarty was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Gradually, the bones of the top layer of the sea of corpses rolled, moved, and gathered, and one by one skeleton zombie warriors were summoned to form and walk down the sea of corpses.

Seeing this, the nearly 100 holy warriors on the outermost periphery suddenly became nervous. The hatred of the necromantic spirits in their bones made them tremble, and they feared that the sudden violence of these necromancy would hurt the priests and bishops. It's just that because he has been strictly ordered in advance, he doesn't dare to act rashly.

As if under an invisible command, the newborn necromantic warrior did not have the slightest confusion, and walked to a large area on its own, lined up in a neat line.

What was even more surprising was that as the light passed through the light structure formed by the pillars of light, as the light passed through the pieces of blackened flesh and bones, a thin layer of golden light suddenly floated on the body of the necromantic warrior. The light flowed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a powerful and majestic golden armor, and even the front and back of the armor had a clear light cross symbol.

"Oh, that's a clever idea."

Watching the filthy necromancer turn into a mighty warrior of justice in the blink of an eye, Moriarty couldn't help but sneer.

This kind of pretentiousness is just child's play in the eyes of the extreme way, but it can hide from the eyes of mortals. Make it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. In this way, there is no need to be criticized and condemned by the world for fear of the truth being exposed, and the Illuminati will continue to stand on the moral high ground.

The scale of the sea of corpses is very large, at least there are 100,000. At the current rate, it would take at least a few days before all the bones could be converted into necro warriors.

Moriarty paused for a moment, then turned to leave. Nor did he interrupt or take down the withered robes directly.

Disturbing the sleeping of corpses is a great crime in a general moral sense, but this sea of corpses is the bright believers who were secretly slaughtered and killed by the nobles back then. Now being summoned as a necromantic warrior by the Church is also a disguised continuation of faith, and outsiders can't say whether it's good or bad. Moreover, there are demons rolling outside the city, and humans lack the means to fight back. Now that such a force is joining is only good for the overall interests of humanity.

After a while, when I walked out of Roland's Bar, the outside world was still killing people. Along the street, the Moriarty flew forward. Start searching the whole city.

A quarter of an hour later, an area in the northern part of the city with a large number of Blacada troops caught his attention, and Moriarty descended on it.

Sure enough, not long after entering the neighborhood, Chekov's tall figure caught Moriarty's eye, and at this time, Naga was intimidating a group of low- and middle-ranking warriors, slowly picking up supplies from a wooden cart. Obviously, this is a necessary supply from the human side to the divine allies. However, the number seems to be insufficient. So looking at the bully-like Naga picking fat and thin, taking away all the best, everyone around was faintly angry. But he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

"It's me. Where's Hayyana? ”

Just as Chekov was still slowly charging the uncle, suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart.

Naga immediately struck like a lightning bolt and remained motionless, and then threw a bundle of sausages and a roll of cheese in his hand on the spot, and ran away without looking back.

Seeing this, everyone was surprised. At first, I thought Naga was playing tricks again. No one dared to move, after all, some people had suffered such losses before. It wasn't until Chekov ran away that he realized something was wrong. Then I don't know who shouted the first time, and everyone pounced on the wooden cart at the same time, and a fight and scramble ensued.

"Your Excellency... My lord..."

It was like a gust of wind. Chekov pounced on a small building, one of the best single-family buildings in the neighborhood.

"What are you shouting about!? Mistress Kaiyana has rested. ”

Lowering his voice, Tchaikov squirted wildly at the little brother who rushed in.

"Your Excellency has arrived!"

Staring at the numerous slaps on his forehead, Chekov was overjoyed.

"What, my lord... Adults have arrived!? ”

Tchaikov and Zhukov on the other side were immediately shocked.

"It's me."

As a gentle breeze closed the door, another layer of glimmer filled the window walls, separating the inside and outside, and Moriarty's figure was revealed.

"Your Excellency!"

Seeing Moriarty appear, the three Naga brothers were also surprised and delighted, and they couldn't help but cheer together.

The deafening noise immediately woke up Heryna and Claudia upstairs. Hurried downstairs, Count Blood breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Moriarty, while Hayurna was almost unsteady on her feet, and involuntarily burst into tears again.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Seeing his lover, Moriarty finally let go of his long-hanging heart.

As long as people are safe, all difficulties will no longer be difficulties.

"Morty... Morty... Daddy, he..."

Days of life and death also made Hayurna vulnerable, staggering into Moriati's arms and crying loudly.

"Uncle Schmidt, he?"

Moriarty was also shocked.

"In the midst of the rebellion, Lord Schmidt was hit by a fire bullet and died of his wounds."

On the side, Claudia said softly.

"I see." Moriarty nodded, then looked at the lover in his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm late." In the future, I will never let you leave me again. ”

"Woo... Woo..."

Unable to speak for a moment, Hayyna just cried incessantly.

Moriarty could only hold her in his arms and pat her gently.

"How long have you been in Fort Fort?"

Or, Moriarty turned to Claudia.

"It's been more than a day and a night."

The Blood Earl replied.

And then Naga and the others realized that Moriarty had arrived so quickly. It had only been thirty hours since the defeat of the army, and the other party had received the news and came to Fort Ford to find them, which was a miracle of efficiency.

"Have you ever found someone from the Cult of Light?"

Moriarty nodded, and added.

"Nope." Tchaikov shook his head: "It wasn't until I entered Fort Ford that I knew that the cubs of the Illuminati had taken this place. We've been on guard. ”

"Didn't you?"

It's okay to say just Haiyna, but the three-headed Naga is huge and focused, even if it is mixed in with the Bracada rebels, it is very eye-catching. In addition, there will be enmity between Rheinberg and the Illuminati, and the other party will not fail to have a criminal record and attention.

"Could it be that someone is deliberately covering it up?"

Moriarty withdrew his gaze and looked at his lover in his arms again, but was suddenly stunned. (To be continued.) )

PS: Before you know it, you're almost done