"There are always too many things in this world that are unexpected, and all of us can only try to adapt to those fast-paced changes and reversals, after all, ...... "no choice" or something, but you said it yourself, right?

Mockingly looking at the Morning Star priest who had slowly descended in front of him, the punk in the shield looked at the pale Anthony as if he were looking at a dead man, his sarcastic words were as cold as the ice wind of winter, and his gaze was deeper and quieter than the cold pool of winter.

At this point, the battle was truly over, as the attackers from the Pantheon had been killed or wounded to the point of being left with only one Commander of the Light Pole of the "Cleansing Glow" in the face of a formidable enemy.

Motlit was decapitated by a single blow from Kesvea, and his flesh splattered across the battlefield from the destruction of his own magic explosion.

And Kona also burned out her soul and turned into ashes and gradually disappeared with the wind, she fell on the distant ground, all the flames on her body had already been extinguished, and turned into a pile of fragile points of light embers, and the female priestess who had just burst out with amazing combat power was now just a lifeless entity.

But don't forget, the punk who was attacked was almost unscathed, and the only thing he had to do at the moment was to hide in the absolute safety of the protective magic and wait patiently for his recovery, and then calmly walk out to kill the last enemy.

Yes, that's the case, the battle at the Morning Star level does not tolerate any misjudgment and wrong behavior, as long as you take one wrong step, you will lose all the games on the spot

For example, Anthony, who can only watch his enemy hiding under the protection of the Huiyue-level magic shield, quickly recovering his magic power and quickly replenishing the seventeenth layer of brand-new magical defense, has no chance to win due to a series of misjudgments, and he has failed............

From the moment the Morning Star Golem's sneak attack was successful, the victory of Whisper of Destruction was already doomed.

“............”

"Oops, looks like I've lost, so ...... My dear old friend, what are you going to do with me, a comrade-in-arms who once fought side by side with you?"!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Anthony, who knew very well that he was a level forty-fifth Morning Star priest who was not good at speed, and it was impossible to escape under the orange-red sky, and it seemed that he had completely given up the unrealistic plan of turning around and escaping.

Of course, the archbishop of the Righteous God Cult will not shout "Victory or death" like a true fanatic, and then rush to his absolutely invincible opponent without hesitation and give away his head for nothing, in fact, at this moment, he has calmly admitted that he has failed, and "Clean Glow" almost did not hesitate to change into a friendly expression that only a professional god stick can have, and made friends with Punk.

As the saying goes, if you win, you are very arrogant, and if you lose, you ask for forgiveness, in order to save your precious life, you simply don't want to do this kind of thing.

However, everyone knows that it is certainly not enough to have a simple attitude towards such a thing, and it is naturally impossible for Anthony, who is not naïve, to really expect his clumsy "making friends" rhetoric to impress the Morning Star mage who was still shouting by himself for a second that he wanted to "purify evil".

So while the punk who kept a "I'll kill you when I come out" look hadn't yet perfectly completed all the spell shields and touched the two-way blocking effect of the "powerful shield", the Morning Star priest, who was smiling awkwardly and had a decisive look in his eyes, simply gritted his teeth silently, and then simply raised his hand neatly and slapped his forehead hard.

"Boom"!

A huge sound shook the scorching space, and the palm full of divine power was under the control of the "Clean Glow", which not only instantly burst a pair of his own eye pupils, but also directly cracked, severely damaging his originally intact Morning Star level soul!

So in just this moment, Anthony, who was still in his peak state in the last second, suddenly became languishing and dying, and his soul was injured, not only could he not continue to maintain any layer of divine shield on his body, but even this guy couldn't even do basic floating and standing.

In fact, it wasn't until the blood dripping down his face dripped down his smooth chin onto the bright white priest's robes that the clergyman, who was as light-headed as drunk and decisively "self-harmed", finally barely sobered up a little and regained the ability to speak.

And immediately after, the "Clean Glow" that saw that he had seriously injured himself with a ruthless hand immediately smiled bitterly at the punk who had no surprise in his eyes in a very helpless tone and said:

"Hey, my good friend, I know you must not be worried about the promise I made this poor little priest, right? Now that I have completely lost all ability to resist that might threaten you, do you think that a poor loser seems more harmless than ever? Please, don't kill me, you can take me back to the "president" and ask for a reward...... Or if you want to make a lot of money, I can also guarantee that Lord Tyr is willing to pay a large amount of Morningstar resources as my ransom - I guess a motivated powerhouse like you must have already started collecting the materials needed to advance to the Bright Moon, right?

When it should be hard, it should be soft, and when it should be soft, this kind of "unique skill" that is not much on the table is really used by Anthony, although it is too contemptuous of the dignity of the Morningstar professional to describe it as "kneeling and begging for mercy when the situation is not good", but the saying of "pleading for yourself and selling your own favors" can really be said in the pastor of Morningstar at this time.

And in order to further express his sincerity and determination, the "clean glow" that was spilling blood from the corner of his mouth did not forget to take out a simple necklace inlaid with a square dark green rock from the pocket of his close-fitting priest's robe and put it in the air in front of him.

"This is the sun-level divine magic equipment lent to me by the great god god and the "god of justice" Tyr, and the magic it has can be used three times in a row every three thousand four hundred magic charges, I believe that this magical item that has solidified the "positioning and traceability" sun-level magic will definitely become a high-quality trophy, Mr. Sean, you can completely hand it over to the honorable "President" Your Excellency to decide, of course, I personally support you to accept this interesting gadget privately............ Anyway, now it's yours to be the victor of the battle."