The cold killing machine leaped into the air, and slammed into the air for a high-level painful sacrifice.

McAdam rose proudly into the air, and the low-level spells in his hand burst out one after another.

Low-level spells are matched in order in the hands of high-level priests, and they have unimaginable power. Such as the hot and cold effects of plastic energy, the combination of spells that change, and the weakening of spells.

The thick spell armor on the killing machine was half blown off in an instant.

Seeing that the giant was about to fall, the killing machine blasted out with a punch, and the furious shadow turned into a sharp blade, shooting out from the giant arm, like a defensive spell that half of the fist sword pierced into McAdam's body.

McAdam slashed the shadow with a wave of his magic blade, but the shadow that stayed on his body was like a living thing, and he took the initiative to stretch out his tentacles to connect with the shadow armor.

The massive body of the killing machine dragged the shadows down, and the shadows dragged McAdam down the sky like a kite.

With a bang, the killing machine hit the ground.

The huge body made terrifying waves on the earth.

The giant's legs bent slightly, and his violent body immediately rose into the sky like a rocket, carrying an incomparably fierce momentum, and hit McAdam directly.

Al had seen Al before, but McAdam had seen it with his own eyes, even if Al's fist could not break through the defensive enchantment and diamond protection on his body, the powerful impact would not dare to be hard connected with the weak mage's body.

As soon as the exquisite gemstone ring on his hand lit up, it immediately freed himself from the entanglement of shadows and carried him higher and farther.

The killing machine fell again, and McAdam was just about to cast a spell to completely blast off all the spell armor on the monster.

A small shadow on his clothes escaped with him, and a fine black thread of shadow quietly stretched out, connecting to the shadow armor on the killing machine.

The thin shadow connected to the main body, and was immediately replenished by the power of the shadow, and instantly wrapped around McAdam with great tenacity again, and he stumbled unprepared, and was dragged to the ground by the falling killing machine.

At this time, the cold, violent, and murderous majestic giants had risen from the ground again and rushed over furiously.

The cold gaze in his eyes concealed a desire that would make even the cultists panic.

What does he want to do!

He was a little seventh-level mage, what did he want to do besides kill him?

What does he want to do as an idiot who cultivates four professions!

Why do I feel like he wants to eat me?!

Where does this damn guy look like a believer in a good god?

It's a shadow, it's a steal, it's a bloody killing skill, it's a terrifying dark power!

Where is he like a believer in a good god!

No, I think so much!

How could I be afraid of a lowly mid-level mage!

A purple-black glow erupted from each of McAdam's hands.

"You give me death!"

Right now.

The light vanishes and darkness falls.

There is only a moonlight, cold and eternal.

The light is gone, and the darkness is broken.

The high-ranking sacrifices of the Church of Pain, along with the Diamond Protector and layers of defensive spells, split in two in the air.

The killing machine that rushed towards McAdam stared at it, and its hands and legs shrank in the air to protect its whole body.

"Bang!"

Fierce flames erupted in the sky.

A purple-black phantom pierced through the flames and descended from the sky whipping the killing machine back.

The killing machine rolled on the ground for more than a dozen turns to stop its decline, and as soon as it stood up, it fell to its knees and vomited blood, and the dozen or so defensive spells left on its body didn't hold up even for a second.

A strange purple-black power spread from Al's arms and hands, forming a mysterious pattern that swept through his body, as if it was about to bloom on him.

Yet there were countless tentacles that pierced through his strong body, hooked into his soul, broke into his heart, devoured his pain, and took root in his body.

The hatred that Al hid in his heart made this magic flower bloom more vividly.

At the same time, give back to Al the pain he has never experienced in this world.

Lost his wife and son, died of his father and mother, betrayed and abandoned, and regretted his failure.

All the sufferings that the world is going through come to him like a tidal wave.

It makes people can't tell you and me apart, and can't see the falsehood clearly, as if he is the protagonist of all tragedies, and he experiences the reincarnation of all people in the world in ten thousand.

Divine punishment, the whip of the will of the Agony Maiden.

"Feel the love that Your Majesty has bestowed on you. Alben Stoke!!"

"When you throw yourself into the arms of Your Majesty, you will understand how sweet the power of pain is!"

McAdam reappeared in the sky and disappeared from the night laughing maniacally.

A thick gloomy aura came from Al, who had lifted the change.

There are all kinds of wounds on the body.

It was the punishment of a person who was going through pain, such as scourging, swords, soldering irons, skinning, scraping bones, etc.

At this moment, the girl who was in pain used her mighty divine power to let Al, who was punished by God, suffer everyone's torture together.

As soon as these wounds appeared, they were healed by Al's bloodline: transcendent regeneration. Smooth as new, like baby's skin.

However, as soon as it was healed, a new wound reappeared.

Alastel turned into a pure black robe, covering Al, covering all the gloomy aura, the weak magic, and the injuries on his body.

Together with the smile on the corner of his mouth, he covered it up.

The secret divine power left by Lady Ariya is so unclear to outsiders that Al can't even see Al clearly.

"Father, why didn't you let me eat the divine power of this weak god?"

Alastel asked quietly in Al's mind.

The essence of the power of the gods is to devour the power of the gods, and in this life, Alastel is almost fed by the divine power of the Dragon of Dusk, and once he awakens, the speed of growth is extremely amazing.

Coupled with the fact that the Divine Sealing Technique was once again in his hands, Alastel was already qualified to give himself the name of the enemy of the gods.

Shrouded in shadows, one eye appears as a swirling triangle of evil green, and the other eye appears as a violent color of blood.

"The power of pain is so sweet to me. ”

"Don't disturb me enjoying the food. ”

Alastel bowed back.

"I see, father. ”

Craigie and the adventurers who fell to the ground watched the beginning of this battle between good and evil believers, witnessing the end of this terrifying battle.

I finally understood that this black-robed young mage didn't use all his strength against them just now.

It's like an adult playing with a child.

He was obviously only a seventh-level mage, how could he have such terrifying and amazing power?

He watched the black-robed young man mention life and death with one hand, and Dinah, who was unconscious, was about to leave, but Craigie stood up and stood up resolutely, resolutely blocking in front of Al.

"Honorable Lady Moon, Follower of Evil, Ally of Goodness, Lord Albenstock. ”

"The words were inappropriate before, and they offended the majesty of Her Majesty Madam Moon and you. ”

"On behalf of me and my fellows, thank you for protecting us from the evil cultists. ”

Craigie thanked sincerely, paused silently, gritted his teeth and insisted on raising his long sword.

"But I, as Dinah's friend, can't watch you take her away. ”

"Even if it still angers you, please tell me about her crimes. ”

"If you are unwilling, please forgive me for the justice I have insisted on. ”