It seemed that a lot of things had happened, but for Davis, a member of the Inquisition in the countless crowds in the square, it was only a glance or two before the scene was suddenly reversed.

Looking at the headless corpse that collapsed on the high platform from afar, the noise that frantically drilled into his ears seemed to cover the sky, Davis's mouth subconsciously opened wide, and then he heard an angry scolding in his ears.

"Hell, why didn't you do it!?"

The effect of the communication spell can completely obscure the rest of the voice, which seems to form the only obvious voice, and it has to be said that this spell can sometimes even play an unexpected role beyond the communication.

"The necromancer may not be here, but the assassin must be hiding in the crowd." Davis frowned and said without thinking: "It seems that Prince Chauvin is inseparable from this matter. ”

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the foreign prince who was also sprayed with blood, only to find that this person was standing there motionless at the moment, because of the distance, Davis couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he felt that he seemed to be a little stunned.

"Plotted?"

He thought to himself, but immediately afterwards he was not in the mood to wonder about this kind of question anymore.

A scream suddenly sounded not far from him, the voice was full of disbelief and pain, and although it was faintly drowned out by the uproar around him, he could still hear that it was the same church companion he had been talking to before.

"Pierce, what's wrong with you!?"

He hurriedly turned his head and found that the other party was struggling on the ground at this moment, his whole body was convulsing, his face was bruised, and his expression was full of pain.

"Fire, fire!"

It wasn't magic, but a moaning voice came into his ears, which made Davis anxious and difficult to raise a trace of doubt, and then his face changed dramatically when he thought of something: "Curse!?" ”

As soon as he noticed this, there were similar screams in the crowd on the other side, which couldn't help but cause the crowd in this area to panic even more.

I don't know when my side was plotted!

Davis's face was gloomy, as the voices were all from their team.

He didn't have time to wonder why he wasn't wrong, grabbed the bracelet on his wrist, raised his arm and chanted a curse to his nearest companion, Pierce.

The curse of the plot does not appear to be of a mortal nature, and as long as it is not killed on the spot, then the Church has a corresponding solution.

The white light gradually rose from his bracelet and his companion Pierce, and the other party's face was soothed by this, and the crowd around him who were hurriedly dodging to make way for an open space also calmed down, and their eyes were relieved to look at the person in the church who was casting the spell.

However, before he could completely save Pierce, invisible fluctuations suddenly swept out from the crowd in the distance, as if brushing it, and the surrounding environment directly changed!

It is as if teleporting from one place to another in an instant. A large amount of white mist filled the surroundings, and the environment was cold, and the sky and surface could not be seen, although it felt hard underfoot.

They seem to have come to a lifeless place. - But Davis recognized this place, it was a special space created by the Ring of Angels of Time and Space.

Pierce, the object of his rescue, seemed to have the effect of the curse on his body directly subsided because of the change of world, and at this moment his expression was soothing, and he got up from the ground with palpitations.

Seeing this, Davis put away the bracelet, then scanned the surroundings, and found that the rest of the team was all gathered together at the moment because of the positioning device they had brought in advance.

It's just that in addition to his own people, there is a strange stranger here.

The stranger, dressed in an ordinary white coat, had his back to them at the moment, and seemed to be turning away, but the sudden change of world made him look a little stiff.

There's something wrong with this man!

Relying on years of work experience, Davis reacted quickly.

……

"Stop!"

The shouting from behind made Robson's body tremble rapidly.

Originally, because the old king was suddenly assassinated and killed, they were already preparing to leave this place, but before they had taken a few steps, the holy strange thing suddenly launched. Robson wasn't too worried about this.

Because before that, their friends in the church had given them special items to gather together, and then they were told how to get out of this special space.

In this way, with a little cooperation from that friend, the necromancers can evacuate this place without knowing it.

But what's going on now?

Robson was a little dazed.

Isn't he supposed to be with the other necromancers?

Why did you suddenly run into a group of church people?

Feeling bad, he subconsciously touched the place where he was wearing the positioning device, and the empty touch made Robson's face darken.

No?

How could there not be?

Stolen?

How is this possible?

He did feel a lot of bumps when he blended into the crowd before, but because there were too many people, he didn't take it seriously, but now......

Robson would never have figured out why he had been patronized by a thief, but he had lost that vital thing.

Just as Bishop Woodleigh, who was in charge of the Ring of Angels of Time and Space, couldn't figure out why he had such hesitant thoughts when it mattered.

However, the consequences of this were sensational, the old emperor died, and Robson, who was accustomed to secretly cursing the Yin people, fell into a group of hostile camps, and was destined not to get out easily.

Footsteps hurried.

The group of church personnel behind him had already rushed over to surround him, and in this regard, Robson pulled out a smile on the surface and was ready to make a mistake, but secretly he was already ready to do it.

As a fifth-level necromancer, he was not without a chance of winning the current scene.

……

The power of fate is wonderful, and it is not really divided like ordinary forces, weak control does not equal weakness, and the chain reaction caused by a simple collision is obviously not something that Charles could predict - as a guy who has always hoped for peace, he does not want his country to fall into turmoil.

Of course, Charles wouldn't have thought about the reason for all this at this moment, and even Charles had now forgotten what he had done not long ago.

Looking at the white square that had surged from the crowd to the empty place, her eyes were fixed on the only female figure that still existed in the square, and the golden halo held high in her hand was dazzling at the moment, and the strong light enveloped the entire square, even the towering tower of Porso in the center of the square.

No less than 10,000 people have disappeared without a trace at this moment!

There was no time for Charles to marvel at the miracle of this treasure, the power of the holy strange thing enveloped all the creatures around the ruler and slowly converged, and at the same time, the personnel around the square who had been arranged in advance by the church quickly surrounded Woodleigh's place to act as protection.

Charles was ready to do it.

However, at this moment, the originally peaceful square suddenly seemed to be like a volcano that had been held for a long time, and the invisible force rippled, and a large number of masonry trembled, shattered, and under the rumbling sound, a large area of black and purple flames suddenly erupted from the ground, swaying and impacting, the range was very large, and even enveloped half of the square!

The flames formed a sea of fire, raging rebelliously, and the original white surface was covered with waves, which naturally enveloped Woodleigh in it.

Then, a palm made of black-purple flames quickly stretched out from Woodleigh's near-sea of fire, grabbing at the golden ring she held high!