Purification magic is like dousing fire with water to exorcise other magic. Aimega's sluggishness and weakness on the werewolf were instantly washed away by the fluctuations of white magic. However, it was not able to rid the magic that drove the werewolves crazy, only partially eliminating the effect. It's like using a bucket of water to put out a fire, but it doesn't put it out.

There is no other reason than to say that the fire is too big. If Old Man Relas is a bucket of water, the energy of this fire is converted into water, at least it is a river.

The eyes of the merchants and mercenaries were on the young man in mid-air, and they were amazed and surprised when they saw this young man make a move for the first time. This skill and magic is probably at the level of the Templars of Celeste. With the shouts of the old man Rairas, his figure in mid-air immediately paused, and those with good eyesight could see that there seemed to be colorful points of light shining around him. Then the sassy heroic posture in mid-air was carried down like a piece of wood, and his body still maintained the appearance of a sword leap, and his expression did not even change, but his eyes were still moving.

The roar of the three werewolves suddenly brought everyone back into fear and panic. The white glow that Old Man Layras had placed on the werewolf had vanished, and the werewolf's roar was wilder than before, as if it was trying to tear its throat apart with all its might. One werewolf even bit off a piece of meat and half of his tongue in one bite.

"In the name of the Lord, purify the bondage of evil. Old man Rayras gestured to Abin as he fell to the ground. This time, the purification technique cleanly expelled the magical effect from his body. Abin sprang up from the ground and leaped to his feet, and the werewolf's meteor hammer narrowly grazed past him, smashing a large hole in his original position. He hurriedly ran back to Old Man Layras's side with no less swiftness than before.

It happened to save his grandson's life, but the old man Layras was not relieved at all, he only felt bitterness in his mouth, and even his mind was stiff, and he even wondered if he was dreaming. The purification technique can work like this because the object of purification is also white magic, and the magic that restrains Abin is a high-level white magic paralysis technique.

He could barely use this high-level spell himself, but he had to pray quietly and chant the prayer aloud. This magician hidden in the darkness actually silently said without the slightest sound, and it came out in an instant, what does this mean..... the cardinal of Erathia himself came to rob this caravan?

Probably a magic scroll. Perhaps it is also possible that a cardinal was hot-headed and violated the ban and copied a paralysis technique for others....Reluctantly found a reason, the old man Lahras stared, knelt down, and prayed to heaven with both hands: "In the name of the Lord...."

Colorful magical light flashed around the old man's body, and he immediately remained in the position of kneeling and praying, unable to move, even his tongue stiffened, and he could not continue the half-chanting prayer.

When the werewolf screamed frantically, Ai Yimei didn't need to be reminded, and the weakness and retardation were immediately reattached to the werewolf, and then she immediately prepared a freezing spell with all her strength while the mercenaries in front of her barely dragged the werewolf. But then the paralysis came to her without warning.

"In the name of the Lord, give me holy shelter from my enemies. "Just as Old Man Relas stiffened, Abin knew that there was no room for any more struggle in this fight. But instead of immediately turning around and running, he first cast himself a highest-level protective magic he could use.

The shield lit up on his body, and Abin pulled up his sister and grandfather, who had become as stiff as puppets, and turned and ran towards the horses. But after only two steps, the same feeling as just now, every part of my body disappeared. He could only watch as he kept running and planted his grandfather and sister like puppets.

This can even resist a chain of lightning bolts, and the magic shield actually doesn't do anything. There's only one reason for that, the caster's understanding of white magic goes beyond the norm.

Old Man Layras's mind was in a state of confusion, and he didn't know how to make sense of what was happening. The angle from which he fell still gives a full view of the scene. The one-sided battle between the werewolves and the mercenaries continued, and the mercenaries did not flee and were still holding on. They didn't know what those magic were all about, and they didn't even notice the wrestling of the magic. The performance of the three grandfathers and grandsons just now made them pleasantly surprised, first the werewolf's movements slowed down, and then the werewolf immediately froze with a flash of white light. Abin flew up but was summoned back by the old man Layras, presumably to use magic together. With three magicians behind to help, victory is inevitable. The mercenaries did their best to delay the werewolves, hoping to give the three enough time to use more powerful and effective magic.

The merchants didn't even know what was going on. There was only one mind to be flexible, and after a little flurging, he immediately found that something was not quite right, and he wanted to come over and try to help up the three grandparents and grandchildren on the ground, but found that their bodies were completely stiff like clay sculptures, and they couldn't hold them at all.

At this moment, the light of three white magic lit up on the three werewolves who had been slowed down and weakened, and this light was so bright and holy in the dark night that at a glance you could tell how pure and profound the white magic contained in it was, and even faintly chant sounded in the magic light.

The mercenaries shouted happily, this one was even more imposing, and at a glance, they knew that the higher-level magic would definitely be able to level the three werewolves in an instant.

The mercenaries' eyes lit up in the cheers, and the three werewolves did not freeze because of this, but turned into three blurred light clusters because they moved too quickly. Almost all of the mercenaries were still in a state of mind and sound of excitement before they were torn into debris flying in the sky, only the last one had time to turn the cheer into a half-scream, and then cracked, and the scream and the whole head shattered like a crisp apple in the werewolf's mouth.

God bless. With the last bit of discernment, Old Man Rylas recognized this spell, it was definitely the highest level of magic that only archbishops could use. And if this kind of magic is carried on a werewolf, the effect created is enough for any werewolf to tear a large statue with his bare hands.

Even the bodies of the three werewolves were slightly deformed by this amazing magical effect. They wouldn't know that they were orcs who had enjoyed this top-notch auxiliary magic for the first time in the history of the continent, and they only felt that they were suddenly more powerful, more agile, more energetic, more bloodthirsty, and more eager to kill. With that holy white glow and blood all over their bodies, the werewolves rushed towards the merchant.

"Everyone split up. The merchants screamed, jumped on their horses, and ran in several directions. However, with the speed of the werewolf being faster than the cheetah, most of the merchants were torn apart by the men and horses as soon as they turned over and got on their horses, and only two merchants escaped by chance.

The werewolves didn't chase after them. It's not that they can't catch up, and in the eyes of the werewolves now, the horses' footsteps are not much different from those of turtles, but they all stopped and walked back to the camp.

In the darkness not far away, a blue teleportation light lit up. It was only at this time that this behind-the-scenes magician revealed his location and traces. He has done everything that should be done, and he can leave with peace of mind. As for the rest of the aftermath, the three maddened werewolves will turn everything living things left behind here into pieces of minced meat, including themselves.

The werewolves' hairs were soaked in blood and stuck together, panting heavily, and even their green eyes were boiling with the smell of blood, like three evil spirits emerging from a pool of hell's blood. They looked around, searching the corpse-strewn camp for any life. With a roar, two werewolves pounced on the horses and Kodomon tethered to the side, and one set his eyes on the three men who were stiff there.

Although it seemed that the three who had fallen to the ground and were not moving at all were exactly the same as the corpses, the werewolf could still intuitively sense that they were alive.

Alive. And the pulse, and the hot blood, and the wriggling guts. You can tear it up, tear it apart, and you can hear screams. The little consciousness of the werewolf yelled at him, and the last word was completely extinguished. At first, the bloodthirsty and furious desire was only surging in their hearts, dominating them to kill and bite. But now, as blood and internal organs soaked in, as more and more flesh tore between claws and teeth, this mad desire had swelled to the point where it seemed to transcend consciousness and spread directly into the body. Now this body exists only to tear it apart.

Strode towards the three stiffened bodies. Probably a little impatient, the werewolf bit off one of his own hands, chewing vigorously in his mouth, his hand bones and teeth crushing each other to make a creepy sound. The dog-like face had been completely changed by the twisting of the muscles, and it was so hideous that it didn't look like a living thing, and blood and saliva were dripping down its mouth.

Ai Yimei's eyes were still wide open, and her expression was still focused on preparing for magic, but tears were already falling down her face. She couldn't scream, tremble, let alone dodge, she could only watch the nightmarish monster approach.

There was no werewolf to see from the place where Abin was lying down, he could only see the hysterical despair and fear in his sister's eyes, and he could hear the footsteps approaching one by one. He only felt his blood burning, his internal organs and his brain were tormenting, but he couldn't even blink his eyes.

Old man Rayras couldn't see the werewolf approaching. But he could see Aimeh's tears flowing, and he could see Yabin's eyes bloodshot wildly. A gut-wrenching pain came from his lower back, and he could feel the werewolf's massive claws running through his abdomen, crushing his internal organs and even breaking his spine, then grabbing the remnants of his body and lifting him up. Although his body was stiff, he still felt the pain that was enough to tear his soul apart.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Old Man Ryras's mouth. His life was broken. But just as the werewolf lifted him up, his hand suddenly moved, and he grabbed the cross on Abin's chest.

Since just now, he has been using the white magic he has cultivated all his life to impact the prohibition on his body. But the white magic of the man who used the paralysis technique was very different from him in terms of depth, purity, and spell-casting skills. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless. And now, with great pain and the sudden interruption of vitality, the stimulation of his body, he finally broke through the effectiveness of the paralysis technique. Before dying.

The cross shattered in the hands of the old man Ryras, and the fragments were scattered on the ground of Abin and Aimeh. His body shook like a rag being danced with by the werewolves, but he used all his strength to shout hoarsely as his bones and muscles were torn: "May the merciful Lord bring down your mercy with the life of a believer..."

The sound stopped abruptly, not because the old man was in pain because he couldn't continue shouting, but because the werewolf pulled his lungs out of his body.

A holy white light fell from the sky, slicing through the bloody and cruel night. Even the three crazy werewolves were shocked by this miraculous scene, and paused slightly.

The white light shrouded the bodies of the two brothers and sisters on the ground, condensed and became a spherical light mask. This is the protection of the gods that only the most devout believers can unleash in a life-burning way. While this magic is in effect, no attack can harm the person being sheltered.

Probably stimulated. The two werewolves, who had just broken the giant Kodomon into a pile of shards, howled madly and rushed over, swinging and pounce on the shield of light, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through what seemed to be a tangible and insubstantial ball of light. Then they screamed and turned to lunge at the old man Relas in the werewolf's hands.

Ai Yimei and Yabin were still paralyzed, and they still couldn't blink their eyes. I watched clearly and clearly as the old man Layras turned into bits and pieces in the hands of the three werewolves, and the flesh flew around, but not a single bit could fall on the two of them.

After turning the last few horses over there into flesh and blood, the three werewolves, whose bodies were covered with flesh and viscera and could not even recognize each other, began to bite and scratch at each other. Vast swaths of flesh flew from under the werewolves' claws until their limbs were mutilated, and the frantic struggle showed no signs of stopping. Until the end, two mutilated werewolves, almost undead, were still attacking each other in every way they could.

Eventually, a werewolf was scratched in the heart and slit the throat of his rival. Only a little flesh and skin were left and the head fell crookedly with the body, the heart was pinched into a handful of dried salt, and the little blood left in the body could no longer support the crazy action, and it collapsed with a bang.

Finally, the night was quiet. It's over. A faint light in the east lit up under the morning star.

A day later, Orfu's Wyvern spotted the area before Erathia's troops.

Even the scouting lizardmen and orcs were shocked by the wreckage and flesh of the place. None of the bodies were intact, and the woods seemed to have been run over by a giant meat grinder. A half-orc threw up.

Strangely, the center of the tragedy site had a neat circle, and there was no blood in it, like a holy place in hell. Both the lizardmen and the orcs were amazed, puzzled, and then in awe by this magical circle.

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