Everyone in the church suddenly trembled in their hearts, and a visible cyan magic power enveloped the power of the demon royal family in an instant, and a smoke-like blue magic power erupted from the ground, and an extremely powerful aura loomed in it.

"What the hell is going on?" the Deputy Commander suppressed the fear in his heart and waved his hand to command the paladins to chant again. The cyan clouds in the sky once again condensed an astonishing thunder light, accompanied by a roar and dazzling bright light, the spell bombardment of the Holy Song Team descended again, "Before that thing comes out, go all out!"

However, the owner of the powerful aura hidden in the cyan magic seemed to have been prepared, and at the moment of the sudden thunder, a scorching aura suddenly turned into a silver pillar of fire, and instantly met the thunder in the sky, and the two were so quietly entangled with each other in mid-air, and suddenly turned into a fluorescent sky.

"This breath...... It won't be wrong, it's Yerad!" The Black Imperial Riders couldn't help but be a little worried, from Yerad's magic they clearly sensed a trace of royal aura, although the lack of climate could not bring them substantial oppression, but this aura was still very uncomfortable, "Why did he suddenly become stronger?"

"It's weird. One of the Black Horsemen said as he looked up at the blue cloud in the sky, and said lightly, "The chanting of the Sacred Song Team has not weakened, but now it seems that it is completely unable to affect him. ”

Before the words fell, the rich cyan magic that spread on the ground was suddenly blown away by a burst of heat, and a dazzling silver light suddenly broke through the darkness of the night, and the enchantment formed by the twelve imperial pillars under the huge impact force trembled, and the ancient church collapsed in this earthquake-like shockwave, and many paladins who rested in it slept forever under the safest facilities in their minds.

The silver impact faded away, and the surviving people were able to stabilize their figures, but they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Hey, this ...... I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Everywhere they looked, they were all a sea of silver, and the only thing that was different from the silver was the St. Peter's Church at their feet, and now the church in ruins was now swaying and jolting like a boat floating in the silver ocean, and they could deduce from their own perception that the church protected by the barrier of the Black Imperial Rider and some of the facilities below had been completely separated from the earth's crust.

A fiery thing like mercury was constantly pouring out from the silver flame sword not far away, and Yerald seemed to be leisurely holding this extraordinary thing and slowly floating in the air, the originally severed arm was replaced by a silver arm, both the condensation of magic and the momentum were more powerful than before.

The deputy commander only felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped.

What kind of means can be used to defeat such an amazing magic? The church was barely engulfed by this silver sea through the enchantment formed by the twelve black pillars of the Black Imperial Horse, but in the face of Yerald, who suddenly became so powerful, I am afraid that even the Twelve Black Imperial Horsemen were not sure that they could defeat it.

"In the end...... What the hell is going on!"

As soon as his mind moved, a thunderstorm fell again from the huge cloud eye in the sky. This time, however, Yerald didn't even bother to raise his arm. A huge wave suddenly rose from the silver ocean, turning into something like a shield and covering Yerald's top, completely coping with the lightning strike.

Yerald slowly raised his head, his red eyes lit up slightly, and the flame sword in his hand suddenly swung out, and the rich magic power suddenly gathered along the sword body, and a sword move was about to be swung.

The deputy commander stared closely at Yerrard's every move, and suddenly his face changed and he turned around and shouted, "Dismiss the Song Band!"

However, faster than his voice, the silver ocean trembled, and as the flame sword in Yerad's hand suddenly swung, a silver pillar of fire rose into the sky, instantly tearing the entire cloud eye into pieces, and there was a muffled sound in the distant sky, and the huge magic hidden under the cloud curtain shattered.

At the same time, all the paladins were instantly attacked by their own spiritual power, and the stronger ones barely survived, while the paladins with more average strength turned into a puff of blood mist directly in their armor, and dozens of sets of armor that lost their support fell to the ground weakly, and for a while, the strong smell of blood spread out, causing many paladins to retch.

Because the Gregor Chorus is so powerful, there was no original technique designed to protect the members of the Chorus "if destroyed". And once a spell like this is forcibly broken, then there is no doubt that the members of the chant team will be counterattacked by their own spiritual power.

Before the deputy commander could finish his words, a fishy sweetness suddenly hit his throat, and then he only felt that his eyes were dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The backlash acted from within, and the rampaging spiritual power instantly penetrated the blood vessels and muscles, and a cloud of blood mist burst out on the deputy commander's strong body in an instant, and the deep wounds that could be seen in the bones announced the strength of the opponent to the others.

The cold marble clung to the blood-stained face of the deputy commander, but it was not his own injuries that really hurt him at this moment, but the Paladins who fell one after another in front of him. He knew very well at the moment that after this battle, no matter whether there would be a tomorrow for humanity or not, the most elite force of the Shield of Justice Paladin Regiment no longer existed.

The Gregorian Chant was wiped out before it could attack, the Commander-in-Chief of the Paladins was killed, and the High Order of the Crusaders was wiped out...... I'm afraid that the only ones who can really show their hands are the marshal and the first horse, right? But even if they are, can they really survive safely on their respective battlefields? More than two years ago, the king of the earth hastily launched the night battle, and the shield of justice lost one marshal, and the king of the earth recuperated like joining forces with the blood clan, is it really impossible for the human race to survive this catastrophe......

Just when the deputy commander was full of mixed feelings in his heart, a hoarse voice containing pain came from Yerald: "Who is there...... Fast...... Kill me!"

The whole church shuddered violently, as if it had suffered a huge impact, and the deputy commander's vision blurred, and he fell weakly from the dome to the ground. Struggling to stand up, he saw that outside the barrier that the twelve black royal horsemen were struggling to support, more than a dozen silver flame swords full of twenty meters long suddenly fell, and the church shook violently again, and he finally fainted completely.

Rewind time by a few minutes.

Seeing the cyan thunder light being blocked by a silver scene without any flaws, the black knights knew that it was impossible to defeat the opponent in front of them. Although I don't know what caused Yerald to become so strong, being able to take on the level of spell bombardment casually is no longer something they can resist.

"What a strong magical reaction. Be careful, he's going to fight back!"

One of the black knights shouted, and the pitch-black magic power on everyone's long swords gushed out and blessed into the imperial pillar they had forged, and in an instant, the entire enchantment was tightly wrapped around the church like a black veil. However, unexpectedly, Jerald's sword did not slash at the church, but shot straight at the cyan cloud eye in the sky.

After two years of living with humans, the Black Riders naturally understood what the Eye of the Clouds in the sky meant to the exorcists behind them. Sure enough, they only heard the deputy commander shout a vague order, and then they were keenly aware of the aura of the paladins who kept disappearing behind them.

Annihilation, that's the only explanation they can think of for this.

The spiritual power overflowing in the eyes of the clouds, which were torn apart by the silver flames, exploded in the sky, turning into a cyan rain curtain pouring down, but finally the silver flames burned and turned into nothingness, like fireworks that would dissipate in the night sky.

However, at this moment, the Twelve Black Knights heard Yerald's pleading words: "Kill me!"

With a plop, the Black Knights knew it was the sound of the Deputy Commander falling. This voice is like the hammer of judgment, and it will proclaim the fall of the Holy Knights once and for all.

The silver flames in the sky continued to condense and stab at the enchantment, and the church, like a flat boat in a stormy wave, shook violently, as if it could be swallowed up by silver at any moment.

However, now it's not just the Black Knight, in fact, even Jerrard is struggling.

The abundant magic power seemed to increase his strength infinitely, but because this power was too strong, Yerad, who was seriously injured, could not control it, and even the noisy people were eroded by this power, not only the body, but also the soul began to slowly disown him. Yerald knew that he would eventually disappear and become a puppet of the King of Earth. And then, what will happen to their own people?

If you restrain this magic power, you will definitely not be the opponent of the Black Imperial Horse, and when the mission fails, the king of the land will have a reason to punish him, and if he allows it to develop, he will inevitably end up with death. Left and right are dead, rather than leaving this body to become someone else's eagle dog, it is better to be wiped out by the Black Imperial Rider here.

Thinking so, Yerald began to mobilize all his own magic power to resist the powerful magic from the king of the earth, and the two magic forces competed with each other in his body, but the result was that Yerald's body was constantly destroyed, and the neat armor was constantly bulging and deformed by the power of the conflict left and right in his body, and blood flowed out like money along the cracks in the armor, and even his eyes were completely shattered at this moment, flowing with muddy demon blood.

O king, I am ashamed of the title of Sword Master, and of the magic sword you have given me. I haven't been able to consolidate your territory and protect your people, even to such a point, what is the point of my survival? How many years have I not fought for you again, maybe dying on the battlefield is the best ending for me, right?

O king, you are a virtuous king, but you have neglected the ambitions of His Royal Highness. I haven't gone back for too long, I'm afraid that there is also an undercurrent in the royal city, please take care, the northern region ...... Even the entire demon clan needs your leadership, and the future you are looking forward to will definitely come true!

O king, Jerad can no longer quarrel with you in the tent over a battle arrangement, nor can she dance with you with a sword and drink. You must take care, and Jerald will go to another world to overcome the obstacles for you......

"The magic of Yerald...... Destroying your own body?" while maintaining the defensive barrier of the church, the black knights hurriedly looked at Yerad not far away, and they were extremely sensitive to magic power, so they naturally discovered Yerad's anomaly. And because of Yerald's restraint, even the Silver Flame Sword seems to have settled down a lot, perhaps also a little affected.

Passing a few glances to each other, the black knights quickly changed their positions, and the long swords in their hands pierced into the ground one after another, and the pitch-black magic connected to each other, and in an instant, a black technique the size of two basketball courts was drawn.

Feeling the strange magic below, Yerald looked at them with a blurred vision, and gently spat out his last words with the only remaining consciousness: "Kill me now, please." ”

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