The full moon hung high, the white moonlight sprinkled in the valley, and the land sprinkled with blood and severed limbs was paced with a layer of bright silver, and the silver moon was like the pupils of the Immortal King, admiring the killing drama that took place in the world.

A snow-bright sword light was extremely dazzling in the moonlight, and even the moonlight could not hide the brilliance of this sword light, and the rich divine taste transmitted by the sword light made all heretics subconsciously retreat.

The werewolf roared, looking at the long sword stuck in his chest in disbelief, the magic armor on the sword wielder shining silver, it was the captain of the guard, Diderot, he looked at the werewolf coldly, and jerked the blade back, and a jet-black blood arrow sprayed on his armor.

It was the ninth werewolf to fall under his sword.

A moment ago, the blessing technique of the light sacrifice had been completed, and the white and flawless light covered most of the battlefield, and the knights on the inside were surprised to find that they had become more comfortable with both swinging their swords and dodging, and the blessing from the priesthood also doubled the power of the slash, and the knights who had been quite laborious in destroying the leather armor were now not only able to easily cut through the armor with a sword, but also to cut off a layer of skin, and their confidence increased greatly for a while.

After gaining the power to wrestle with the werewolves head-on, the knights' advantages were suddenly revealed, and the swordsmanship they had trained on weekdays finally came into play, and the werewolves were slashed and scarred for a while. The werewolves wielded their hammers in a rage, but there was nothing they could do.

Not only that, but the heretics also found that their movements had become slower unconsciously, and the sluggish enchantments set by the arcanists greatly interfered with their movements, and the ubiquitous arcane fluctuations made it difficult for them to move an inch, and for a while, the heretics' offensive was in a standstill.

The orcs became even more frenzied, and they rushed to the wagon in the middle of the valley as if they were mad, knowing that the battle would be over if the man in the carriage was killed.

Hundreds of orcs shouted, desperately waving their weapons and rushing into the crowd to slash and slash, successfully forcing the knights to retreat to the vicinity of the carriage, so they became even more unscrupulous, and from a distance, the tide of hundreds of orcs had almost swallowed the carriage.

It's just that everyone didn't notice that the moonlight that shrouded the valley had dimmed a lot unconsciously, and countless dark clouds were pulled by an invisible hand to converge on the top of the valley.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the carriage, and the girl's jagged snow-white skirt fluttered gently in the night wind, attracting the attention of everyone who was fighting below.

I saw that Diana's face was calm, and in front of her, there was an unfolded cyan scroll, accompanied by her soft chanting, countless mysterious symbols on the scroll broke off the paper, flew around her, and then shattered into countless tiny points of light like fireflies and flew into the night sky.

The orcs roared uneasily and pounded even more frantically at the made of flesh and blood by the guards, their instincts telling them that they couldn't let the spell work anyway.

However, with the assistance of the Light Priest and the Arcanist, although the guards were temporarily unable to fight back, they were still more than enough to defend, firmly holding back the pace of the orcs, and although their companions continued to fall, none of the guards chose to retreat.

Their efforts were not in vain, and the next moment, a violent roar was heard from the sky, and countless lightning bolts drilled out dark clouds and plunged into the earth like spears thrown by the ancient gods, forming a huge cage that enveloped the orcs who were crowded around the carriage and caught off guard.

The werewolves struck by lightning were on fire, lying on their backs on the ground and convulsing, while the dark gnomes, who had weaker defenses, were directly roasted into a black mass of charcoal, and their appearance was terrible.

Lightning strikes kept falling, accompanied by bursts of lightning, the valley wafted with a faint smell of air ionization, and there were constantly orcs who let out a near-death wail, witnessing the tragic situation of their companions, and the frightened orcs involuntarily retreated, trying to escape the range of magic attacks.

But the orcs' nightmare is far from over.

In their field of vision, Diana's figure slowly floated up, and on her forehead, a golden mark glittered, a lifelike angel pattern.

Diana's hands formed a complex handprint, and a cold voice resounded in the night sky: "Cleansing the flame of sin." ”

The angelic motif on his forehead shone brightly, and after the lightning, a golden pillar of fire fell from the sky, as if a flame from a distant heavenly kingdom engulfed all the orcs in the lightning cage, silently sending them back to the embrace of light.

After the firelight disappeared, there was an extremely striking blank space in the entire orc team, like a wheat field after being harvested in the autumn field, leaving only a few dozen werewolves and lizardmen standing in place, but while the knights cheered loudly, the girl's face became as pale as a layer of wax.

"The Flame of Sin, the magic recorded in the canon, I thought it was just a legend. Daedalus stood in the jungle, staring at the pillar of fire that lit up the entire valley, and narrowed his eyes, "However, after activating a lightning storm scroll while still being seriously injured, and exercising such a powerful divine skill, she probably doesn't have any strength left in her body." ”

"If you had just asked me to do it, she might be a corpse by now. The Bloodclan carried the dagger, and his voice was unusually cold. "How long are you going to wait?"

"Don't be impatient, young Borcherz, a good gambler doesn't put all the chips on the table at the beginning, and besides, as long as you can kill her, it doesn't matter how many werewolves die. The heretic alchemist said slowly.

"Besides, judging by the scale of the one just now, it was already a spell that was close to her limit, and she was now like a torch that burned with all her might, and if you added a handful of wood at the right time, she could completely burn it all, Stewart. ”

The tall knight, who had been silent, slowly drew the blade at his waist, which was the same style as the Imperial knights' St. Peter's greatsword, the difference was that the sword of the greatsword was engraved with the mark of "Lucifer", a fallen angel with black wings.

Daedalus lifted a mechanical prosthetic, the magic symbols on it lit up one after another, and after whispering a spell, a black flame erupted from his palm, drawing a magic circle on the ground.

It was as if the breath from the abyss was tumbling from the pitch-black magic array, and a few seconds later, a three-meter-tall giant stepped out of the magic array, and at this moment, standing in front of the blood marquis and the traitorous knight was a steel beast, a forbidden product of black magic and alchemy.

"Now, you can see my new Golem, which I have given him the poetic code name 'Umir', the name of the leader of the Frost Giants in ancient mythology. Daedalus seemed pleased with the surprise in the eyes of his two companions, "It's worth all the werewolves we've brought." ”

"It's an epic work. The vampire looked directly at the Iron Giant with a sincere sense of awe, "Your human creativity is truly an eye-opener for me. Immediately, he turned his head to look somewhere in the woods, and said with a tone of disgust: "I smell the smell of the nasty night watchman, and this old dog Victor is really haunted." ”

"Leave them to our lovely allies. Daedalus gave a brief order. "My darling will surprise the knights. ”

When the golem three meters tall appeared in front of the carriage, the knights' cheers stopped abruptly, and what appeared in front of them was an out-and-out monster.

The skin made of dark black ** steel is engraved with complex lines, two arms are equipped with alloy blades two meters away, two metal short wings grow on the back, and an alloy compound eye is inlaid on the face of the "monster", slowly turning counterclockwise, making everyone present shudder.

"What is this?" Diderot asked, bewildered.

"It's the high-level alchemy puppets, this group of heretics actually created this kind of thing. An arcane master said, his face no better than Diderot's, and the moment the steel golem appeared, he sensed the powerful magic flowing from the behemoth's body and threw a "suppression spell" at the golem.

This arcane can interrupt the cycle of mana, thus hindering the completion of the magic being performed, and is one of the most hated arcane arts for mages, if it is applied to a magic machine with a sophisticated internal structure, there is a high chance that the machine will be directly paralyzed, so this spell is also regarded as the nemesis of the puppet mage.

However, as soon as the arcane approached the puppet, it disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and it didn't have any effect, so it was obvious that the designers had taken this situation into account and prepared for it in advance.

"Purification. The Light Priest recited the prayer, and a milky white light shone on the golem, but to their astonishment, even the light of purification did nothing.

Since magic and magic don't work for this big guy, I'm afraid the only way to destroy it is to use physical power. An old priest turned to Diderot.

"Leave it to me, for the safety of His Highness, I won't be careless. Diderot raised his sword, and to the chanting of the priests of light, a strong white light gathered on the sword, and the long sword blessed by the light was extremely dazzling for a while, even if the steel was struck by such a sword, it would be shattered on the spot.

At this time, the alloy compound eyes on the face of the steel golem suddenly turned from silver white to crimson, like the pupils of a demon, and a dark red light suddenly spread from the alloy eyes, and the dozens of orcs remaining in the field were irradiated by this light, and their bodies trembled.

Then their eyes suddenly expanded, countless bloodshots crawled up the eye masks, beating their chests and raising their heads to the sky and making a terrible roar, some werewolves even stared at the bloodshot eyes, and at the same time made a wolf howl, they directly pulled the leather armor on their bodies in half, this picture was too impactful, many knights were frightened when they saw this scene, and the confidence brought by seeing Diana perform a powerful magic was greatly shaken.

"It's bloodthirsty, it's a vicious fellow. Another arcanist roared, and at this moment, the orcs who had been devoured by the spell had rushed forward desperately, frantically counterattacking the guards, "Stop that monster quickly." ”