Younas's wishful thinking played quite well, and in the face of the oncoming streamer of death, anyone's first subconscious reaction was to dodge.

Even a paladin would be killed on the spot under the terrifying black magic attack of [Finger of Death], and even Roland, who was a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, would have a high chance of being hit hard if he was hit by this magic without any defensive divine blessing.

Roland Austin is not a reckless person who likes to rush hard, in his eyes, justice and courage are premised on having enough sanity, and he never does something that he is not sure of.

But at this time, in the face of this pitch-black beam that was enough to cut off all vitality, Roland accelerated and rushed over without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.

He had enough trust in the boy standing behind him, and even he didn't quite know where that trust came from, maybe it was the moment he saw the vaguely familiar twilight appear on the hot sand field.

Roland was not disappointed, and just a moment before that terrifying beam of death light fell on him, the curved crystal wall appeared above him like an open umbrella.

【Crystal Coffin】

The crystal wall sucked up all the power of death and cracked, but it managed to block the [Finger of Death].

Overhead, crystal shards were scattered like dust, and Roland below lowered his head, holding the holy flame in both hands to form a long sword, the color of the sword body changed from fiery golden red to cold pale, which was the purifying fire representing judgment.

In the next moment, the paladin raised his head, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body swept high into the air like a goshawk flapping its wings, and the blasting sound of tearing the air sounded, and the flame sword swung out a scythe-shaped slender flame tail, slashing at Younas with all the magic power that appeared in his eyes with a look of horror in his eyes.

The latter used his subtle flying skills to try to dodge the sword, but as soon as he dodged a meter into the air to the side, his body involuntarily stiffened.

[Stagnate], at the critical moment, the arcane magic cast by Constantine hit him with great precision, although it only took effect for less than half a second, it was enough for Roland to complete the sword of the lore.

An angry scream came from high in the sky.

Roland fell from a great height and returned to the tower, taking several steps backwards in a row to stabilize his figure, his face as pale as the remaining half of the flame sword in his hand.

In the sky, there was a pale flame burning, which was obviously a brilliant firework flame, but it felt more lonely and cold than the condensed ice and snow.

Younas had half of the blade of the flaming sword stuck in his chest, and his ugly face had been distorted into an inhuman appearance, so to speak, even crumpling a piece of moldy parchment and stepping on it a few times would be better than his expression at the moment.

[Pale Justice], the word flashed through the Dark Mage's mind, and he naturally recognized this flame after many years of dealing with the Night's Watch.

It's just that in the past, in his eyes, the night watchmen of the Inquisition were a swarm of waste that could be easily destroyed, so he never imagined that one day he would use his body to taste the power of the Purifying Fire.

What made the arrogant Younas even more devastated was that as the leader of the Lucifer Order and a former member of the World Tree Council, he had been crisscrossing the continent for many years, and not long ago beat Othello, one of the top ten magisters, like a lost dog, and at this moment he was seriously injured by two little guys who were only about one-fifth of his age.

What the hell is wrong with this world?

The purifying power unleashed by [Pale Justice] surged through his body, and the long-lost pain swept through Younas's body, and the green tendons under his skin turned red.

Younas opened his mouth in pain, and let out a milky white flame that burned his internal organs and his broken soul, and after a battle with Othello, his magic was no longer enough to suppress the flame's energy.

Younas's head seemed to have turned into a boiling cauldron, and negative emotions such as unwillingness, shock, anger, and resentment served as raw materials to tumble in it and gradually overflow......

He had felt this way before, and it was a long time ago when he was in captivity when he was in the City of Daybreak when he was discovered studying dark magic without permission......

After a long time, the dark side that continued to accumulate in his heart caused Yunas to lose his mind, and he opened his heart and completely sacrificed his soul to Beelzebub, the demon king of the abyss, and became a half-human, half-demon existence.

He was ecstatic at the moment of gaining supreme power, but soon this joy was swallowed up by desire and emptiness.

Having lost his soul, his heart has become a scorching volcano, and only a stronger source of power can cool the fire of desire in the depths of the crater.

Now, the volcano is rekindled.

In the depths of the abyss, Beelzebub, who was sitting on the throne, opened his eyes and sensed Younas's emotions, and a grim smile rose from the corner of the abyss' master's mouth.

"Human beings always like to chase the phantom of their hearts with their lives, and eventually lose themselves. The Abyss Demon King shook his fingers lazily, "However, this is fine, an overly rational and boring creature like an angel has no value for viewing at all. ”

The Demon King blew out a breath of dark red mist, and as soon as the mist appeared, it disappeared into nothingness.

The top of the Arena Tower.

The Scourge Crystal suddenly bloomed with a strange red light, injecting it into Younas's body that was constantly struggling.

Younas stopped struggling, his pupils turning dark red, as if lava flowed from them, he opened his arms, and a hoarse chanting sound came from his throat, a gloomy, obscure, mysterious scale like some ominous prophecy.

Under the chanting of demonic words, a figure with wings on its back and long flowing hair appeared in the red mist.

It was a bewitching woman, her whole body was made of mist, her tall body quickly occupied everyone's field of vision, her ears were sharp and slender, and her pupils were as deep as the sea, like a demon god.

Seeing this woman full of evil aura, in the crowd, Constantine's pupils shrank, "Roland, quickly retreat, this is the Banshee of Hell." ”

Roland's face also changed, and he suddenly retreated to the emperor's side, and the flame sword pierced into the earth, chanting the incantation of [Heavenly Blessing], a top-level defensive divine technique, without hesitation.

On the stone slabs, symbols exuding a religious atmosphere lit up one after another, and golden streams of light converged along the ground, constructing a realm of holy light.

The Banshee of Hell formed by the red mist twisted her neck, and her cold gaze swept over the people below the tower, as if she were watching a swarm of ants.

The banshee's lips were open, and the silent howl swept through like a wave, and there was no sound that resounded through the sky, but everyone's minds involuntarily set off an irresistible storm.

This is the innate ability of the Hell Banshee, the top soul magic --- [Hell Howl], and the human soul is as fragile as inferior glass in the face of this spell.

As a high-level demon, the Hell Banshee only needs a single howl to make hundreds of high-level human knights die instantly.

Even among the group of magicians whose mental power is far stronger than that of knights, only magicians above the crown can barely resist the terrifying power of [Hell Howl], but the price will be a permanent weakening of the spirit, and the magic strength will be greatly regressed.