Morriel smiled, as if because her facial contours were too well defined, and this smile was not the slightest affable, but rather aggressive.

"I said I saved me twice, and I'll definitely thank you. Morriel's smile grew wider, but there was still no kindness, only aggressive majesty. "Tell me, what is your last wish to stay in this world? As a token of thanks, I will fulfill your last wish as much as possible. ”

"Last wish, what do you mean by that?" said Assalen.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm going to kill you. Morriel looked at him, and there was still no murder in their eyes, but Asa could tell she wasn't joking. After going through so many ups and downs, he is definitely not a fuss person in terms of tenacity and open-mindedness, and it is even difficult to surprise him with anything else. But his head was completely empty and chaotic now.

In fact, no matter who encounters such a situation, it is impossible not to be surprised. A dragon who not only saved himself, but also helped a lot, the first thing he did after recovering seemed to be to kill him.

"Moriel, please be clear, it was several Templars who dealt with you just now, and they were from Celeste, and they had nothing to do with me...... " Asa stepped back, he could only say this, hoping it was just an inexplicable misunderstanding.

Although it did seem like a woman, Asa was sure that she was not much better than a chicken in front of her now. Lancelot was able to lead the Templars to inflict heavy damage on him, and Asa was sure it was because of her weakness. Now the seal has been fully replenished, although it cannot be said that she has been fully restored. But even if Lancelot was able to lead the Templars back to the same side as Asa, the result would be the same.

"Of course I know very well, I don't need you to remind me, don't worry, I won't forget the accounts of several guys, I can accumulate strength and go out for a while after killing you. I have always been curious to hear that the Glorious Castle is the most magnificent building in the continent today, and I wonder if I can raze it to the ground in half a day......"

Although Morriel's expression froze when she spoke of the Templars, and her anger and murderous aura leaked out, their eyes and words were still clear and clear, indicating that she was very conscious. She knew exactly what she was going to do on her own. Asa was backing away. She's heading for Asa.

With two whirrings, Hilika and Rodhart, who were gnawing on the corpses, slammed off the ground and rushed towards Moriel's back. But Morriel only turned, and in the blink of an eye they rushed forward and flew upside down.

With two loud bangs, Helica and Rodhart flew backwards and knocked two hollows into the rock wall. Their already broken bodies were twisted like cockroaches that had been pinched hard. He could only continue to slowly squirm his shapeless limbs to regain his mobility.

Although the movements of Helika who rushed over just now were a little crooked, the fist actually had a layer of blood-red fighting energy, and Rodhart picked up the Templar's long sword, and his charred body was completely shrouded in a snow-white sword light. This sword shadow in the sky actually came from the hands of a charred zombie, and if ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen in the continent saw this scene, they would definitely never hold a sword again.

The martial arts of these two people have not weakened in the slightest compared to when they were alive, and Asa knows that even if it is himself and Lancelot, they must spend all their energy to deal with such a situation. But Morrill just turned, kicked out, and the two flew out.

Moriel's moves are simple. It's as simple as it gets, it's like kicking two balls. It's just that this extremely simple action is also extremely fast and powerful, and neither the sword of Hilica nor Rodhart has any effect. And the man flew out.

Pure and direct movements, exactly like Gru. It's just that this black dragon transformed woman doesn't have the fighting spirit to be stronger and faster than Gru.

Just as Rodhart and Hilika got up to attack, Morriel turned and kicked the two of them away, Asa had already raised his knife in his hand. The vindictive spirit and murderous aura have been condensed, and this is out of fighting instinct.

But the knife still didn't come out after all. Because Asa knew that even if Moriel's turn was indeed a flaw, this knife could indeed be slashed, but once it was hit, it could only kill himself.

Although the appearance is a woman, this real body is a dragon. At most, this knife will only hurt you, and it won't be too serious. And it is impossible to kill her. And once it is injured, this remaining situation may really be out of control.

"Lord Moriel, explain why ......" Asa is still retreating.

"Ask Archibald. ”

When Asa heard this, he saw Moriel's fist, which didn't seem to be very powerful, come at him. Even in his eyes, the fist was a phantom because it was too fast. At such a speed, he couldn't dodge, at most he could only block. He crossed his hands, and his fighting spirit was condensed in front of his chest, blocking.

Blocked. Moriel's punch hit the strongest point where Asa's hands were crossed and his whole body was condensed. The fighting spirit that was condensed like a substance enough to withstand the blow of the ogre warrior was instantly dispersed, and he could almost only hear the crunching moans of the arm bones, and the arm was not broken, but in the next moment, he felt that the muscles and bones of his whole body seemed to be shattered.

There was a muffled bang. Asa crashed into the rock wall behind him. Compared to the two Dreadknights, Asa's collision was nothing in terms of momentum or strength. The force of the punch had been at least half dissipated by him, so he didn't smash his body to pieces like Helika and Rodhart, but he felt like he was rotten.

How could this be? Asa could only barely piece together this sentence in his last consciousness. At this impact, he only felt that his brain marrow was shattered into dozens of pieces, and it seemed that some other muscles and organs were shaken together.

There was silence in the ruins of Othello.

The white flame of holy light had been completely extinguished, and there was not even a single corpse left on the battlefield that had been washed by the flames, only the ruins of tombstones, and the black elf city not long ago was now as dead as a relic from thousands of years ago. Both the Black Elves and the Minotaurs now have time to clean up the battlefield.

In one corner of the ruins, a massive pile of rocks shattered. The figure of the Minotaur and the Harpy Chief emerged from under the mound. At the moment when the flames of Purgatory Heaven poured down, High Priest Tima used all his demonic power to forcibly pull up a rock shield on the surrounding ground, covering himself and Basil Ray together.

If it is another forbidden spell, this level of protection is no different from a layer of paper. Only the Holy Light Flame of Purgatory Heaven, although it can melt armor and ** or even any magical protection, has no lethal power against rocks. High Priest Tima's earth-based magic was just enough to save him a life in the sea of flames.

The leader of the Eye Demon was too far away from High Priest Tima to hide in the shield. The magic shield condensed with his spiritual power only lasted for half an eye under the forbidden holy light flame, and then with his ugly body, it turned into ashes with a half-roar.

"Those church crumbs......" Rohrer screamed hoarsely as he stared around at the dead silence around him, his cries echoing alone in the empty ruins. Although she couldn't see any corpses now, the moment she hid in the rock shield of High Priest Tima, she saw many harpies screaming in panic, drowned out by the white waves that fell from the sky, and then dissolved into them silently.

The number of harpies was already small, and this time the battle was almost overwhelming. If it hadn't been for the high priest of Tima pulling her, she would have lost her mind in anger and rushed towards the crack in the roof of the cave with the flames.

Basiler looked at Tima and screamed, "I said long ago that all those humans are treacherous maggots, and even the lowliest cave people are more trustworthy than them. You just have to believe the cardinal's nonsense and cooperate with them......"

"Enough. High Priest Tima roared, and two flames almost burst out of the eyes of the huge bull. He was in a mood worse and worse and more irritable than Rohrer Ray, and he could scarcely resist tearing the noisy harpy in two.

But being able to endure it, no matter how impulsive he is, he doesn't turn his impulses directly into action like ordinary bulls and judge the situation calmly and repeatedly, which is also the reason why he can lead the minotaur to this point, the high priest took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's okay. ”

"Is it okay?" rocheled Ray, who now seemed to be unfair to all but scream. She really didn't understand what it would be if it didn't matter.

"I didn't expect Lancelot to come back to this hand in secret, and it was my mistake. But I believe that this Templar is just a pawn left behind by them, and Lancelot and the other Templars have indeed gone to kill Moriel, and you heard the dragon roar just now. As long as Moriel dies, Negan is our world. The overall situation has been decided, and the dead are nothing. ”