As the ripples of darkness spread rapidly from the center of the Chamber of Commerce, the filth hidden in the shadows was gradually awakening.

In the city of warriors, the aura of darkness runs wild, and strange and strange dead creatures tear out of the inhabitants.

The tragic cries and helpless cries of the Tao are particularly striking in the blood-soaked streets.

Purgatory is like this, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that.

Outside the Magic Temple, the original pure and converging magical elements of all parties are long gone, and the replacement is a suffocating evil death.

Countless corpses and blood demons collided with the mana barrier outside the temple like a surging tide, causing ripples.

Within the enchantment, there were several middle-aged figures, wearing magic robes, holding magic staffs, and holding their right hands flat.

A fountain of magic visible to the naked eye, connecting from the palm of your hand to the huge circle nodes above the earth, maintained this last barrier.

At the front of the barrier, an old man in a water-patterned linen robe, with frost on his front, stared at another figure at the end of the corpse tide.

The figure, covered in a bloody robe, reverberated in a spiral of evil magic, wrapping around the tip of the human skull staff.

I saw that the figure took off its hood, and a head like a dried corpse poked out of it, the roots of its teeth exposed, opening and closing.

"Hehe, old ghost, you can hold on! My thousands of corpses, but a steady stream of them are born from the bodies of the residents you protect, how long can you resist? Listen to my advice, if you submit to our holy religion and become my gods, you will surely make you immortal and dominate this prosperity!"

Laugh with both hands.

Listening to the persuasion of the blood shaman at the end, the old man on the edge of the enchantment suddenly burst out with bursts of scorching cold magic, and immediately spat at the corpse tide on the periphery.

"The lackey of the Blood God, listen to the old man, the people of our Magic Temple, we would rather have our heads broken and bleed, and your souls will be scattered, and you will not want to contaminate our noble souls in the slightest!"

The old man held the Frost Staff and stomped on the ground fiercely, and countless cold rays burst out, tearing the surging corpse tide into a ravine in an instant.

"If you want to destroy the Temple, you must first step over me, Fagar Iceburn's corpse!"

A soul-shattering roar, with a thick magical power, echoed in the sky.

"For the living!"

Within the enchantment, several middle-aged mages, looking at the slightly rickety back in front of them, took a deep breath, and the spirit that was originally slightly sluggish was reinvigorated, and the slightly shaken magic enchantment was as solid as a golden bell at the moment.

Immediately shouted in unison: "For the living!"

Seeing this, the shaman was not surprised, and then laughed strangely.

"Mortals, mortals who do not understand human speech, you will regret your foolishness, although I have not intended to make you wait. Little Warrior City is just our starting point!"

Reverent and swift chanting of mantras came from both sides of the corpse tide.

"O god of frost, please listen to the call of your devout adherents, and send down the power of your forbidden frost to condense it with my will!"

"Rank 8 Ice Magic: Arctic Nova!"

"The scent of blood, the screams of fear, the shadows that cover the sun, the monstrous black flames, obey my control, wither the breath of life!"

"Tier 8 Dark Magic: Death Claw!"

The huge ice meteorite and the dark demon hand entangled in the monstrous lifeless qi slowly condensed as the magic chant of both sides, one ice blue and the other black, tearing the red white into two magic paintings in the center of the corpse tide.

In the next instant, the tide of corpses was exhausted, and the barrier was shattered.

Two monstrous magical shadows, instantaneously imprinted, the thunder exploded at the junction, the mana swept away, and a sky-high demon cloud, half blue and half black, eroded each other, like a nuclear bomb explosion, shocking.

...

"It seems that the old immortal is also in a bitter battle, and I am afraid that there will be no support..."

A middle-aged figure dressed in papal robes and shrouded in light, holding a holy scepter and spreading a book in his left hand, the power of purification spread out in a circle with the flipping of the Bible, destroying the army of dancing corpses around him.

Around the holy church, there were countless severed limbs, and magic juice was splashed everywhere, staining the flowers and plants black.

Inside the church, there were many figures and mourning.

Countless clergymen held white crosses in their hands and chanted in low voices, treating the wounded with distorted faces.

But the casualties were heavy, and as the wounded continued to arrive, the church compound was already overcrowded.

"That's not an option." The middle-aged man who flipped the Bible looked at the increasing number of dead and wounded behind him, his brows furrowed, and his sweat was raining.

Although these corpses were not commanded by a leader, they had the same goal, like moths to a fire, and crashed into the entrance of the church with no fate.

Although the powers of light are quickly purified, they come back from the dead, flowing forever and cannot be cut down to the roots.

A piece of holy light rushed by, and after taking away the pieces of the dead, Walker quickly wiped the sweat soaked in his eyes, and then scolded viciously.

"Damn, they want to kill me!"

Sect Master Walker's eyes swept over the sea of corpses, and then his gaze fell on the surface of the flipping Bible cover, to be precise, the milky white light stone on the surface of the cover, and a bold idea came to mind.

"Since there is no commander, then I don't have to worry about being attacked by anyone. ”

Feeling the magic of the impending silence, he threw the Bible on the ground, raised his scepter above his head, and slammed it against the milky white light stone on the cover.

Click!

A cracking sound of a gem came from the milky white stone.

As the cracks on the surface of the Stone of Light continued to tear open, a pillar of white light broke through the clouds and slowly spread, enveloping the surrounding area of the church.

"Tier 9 Realm Magic: Sanctuary of Light"

This Bible inlaid with white stone is a holy book of light configured by the bishopric for all the sects, and each temple of light is engraved with a 9-order realm, as long as the light stone on the cover is broken in times of crisis, this realm can be activated, and the crisis message will be transmitted to the surrounding sects, waiting for rescue.

Bathed in the white light, Walker's legs immediately weakened, and he sat down on the ground, looking back at the living who were constantly mourning in the courtyard, and kept praying in his heart for the arrival of rescue.

....

On the other side of the moment, the Hall of Adventurers.

The original tall building has long been unrecognizable, surrounded by broken swords and broken armor, and the liver and intestines are smeared, like a butcher's ranch, scarlet and terrifying.

An old figure was covered in blood and panting, unable to move as it sank into the solid stone wall.

A frenzied laughter came from the burly shadow with a twin axe not far away.

"Hahaha, is this the only strongest body cultivator left in the City of Warriors?