Gru didn't move, Asa didn't move, Pope and Lancelot Talis naturally didn't move, while maintaining such a delicate balance between each other, they were just wary of this strange figure for unknown reasons, and they didn't subconsciously stop him in the first place. After all, it's clear that the direction of his spell is not here.

"You'd better have someone stop him. Adra's face turned pale. He still couldn't see what kind of magic this was, and the mana control power of this person's magic power was not too high in his eyes, but to be able to complete such a complex magic array at such a fast speed, even with his previous body, it would take at least twice as long.

Gru snorted coldly, he remained still, but the light in his eyes suddenly increased, and everyone who approached him felt an inexplicable tremor of the monument.

The gray-robed man was still there preparing his magic, but blood began to soak from two places on the back of his neck, and more and more, and blood continued to flow down his neck, as if the flesh there had suddenly become two rotten sponges soaked in blood.

Although Gru didn't make a move, his vision, hostility and killing intent had already reached the back of this person. This is not magic, it is indeed just pure eyes and killing intent, and under the shroud of this momentum and attention, the human body can no longer bear it, it is similar to two real and tangible swords slashing into the flesh and stirring.

The slightest spell or gesture mistake in the preparation of the Great Magic can lead to a backlash of magic, and with such damage, the mage can almost be equated with death. But this person did not stop gesturing and chanting, his voice did not tremble in the slightest, and the gestures did not even appear the slightest deviation, as if the rotten flesh on the back of his neck had nothing to do with him at all, his movements were still getting faster and faster, his hand drew an extremely complex magic array in the air with an extremely fast speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and the spell chanting in his mouth resonated with each other, and the magic fluctuations in the void had completely run and surged.

"It's that guy. Asa suddenly snorted, and his figure burst into flames and rushed towards the man.

He finally made out who it was. Although the profundity of the gestures and incantations was beyond his knowledge, it was indeed necromancy that emanated from this person. And this gray robe, which seemed to him to be somewhat familiar to the Lord at first, gradually manifested as the fluctuations of necromantic magic gradually appeared. The robe was also stirring and resonating, and he finally remembered what it was.

At this time, he was able to cast necromancy in this strange way in this place wearing Sandru's stolen robe of the Ghost King. Inham was the only one.

Although Asa didn't know exactly what he was going to do now, it was clear that if this person wanted to do something, it was best to stop him from doing it. Especially for a man like him, who was accustomed to hiding in the dark in safety, and now risking his exposure, what he had prepared for that plot was definitely not just magic.

However, Asa's discovery came a little later, and just as he was rushing out, Inhamdi's magic had already been completed.

The amazing magic power is like a mountain flood that has been pressing down for a long time. It all came to mind in Inham's body at once. According to the program he had constructed with gestures and incantations, it constantly resonated, changed, magnified, deteriorated, and then it erupted in an overwhelming way.

And the swordsman priests who were facing him only felt the amazing mana of this bishop at this time, but they didn't have time to react. *Once the preparation begins, the posture, posture, chanting and gestures of the mantra are all completely integrated. It could no longer be changed, and this magic was indeed released by him in his current posture, with his back to the Great Hall of Light, towards the large number of swordsmen and priests in the square.

Poof. It's like the sound of a person squirting out of a large glass of water in his mouth mixed with the qi of the old society, but this sound is ten thousand times louder, because it is the sound of thousands of swordsmen and priests in the square at the same time, even in terms of a single volume, they are far away from the sound of spitting, they are not spitting, but blood. Within a huge arc radiating radius centered on Inham, all the swordsmen, priests, and orcs facing him were spurting blood.

It's not just the mouth that sprays, the eyes, nose, and ears become places where blood gushes. These humans and orcs were like suddenly watered dolls and were squeezed hard, and countless blood spurted out of their facial features and seven orifices into countless blood arrows, and some even flesh and blood and internal organs flew out together. The bodies of these people and orcs were rapidly drying up, and many of them became dried corpses while spewing out a large amount of blood, and some of them flew out with flesh and blood leaving only a lone skeleton.

With just this sound, thousands of people fell in this weird and tragic way in an instant, and the sky full of blood pillars and blood mist formed a floating sea of blood in mid-air, and the Hall of Light of the Glorious Castle seemed to have become the legendary blood pool hell at this moment. Just after the sound of thousands of people losing blood at the same time, it was the sound of thousands of corpses falling and hitting the ground at the same time, and everyone else was completely stunned by this scene and fell silent, this sound was so dull and strange that it made people shudder.

Guided by the power of magic, the blood of these thousands of people who spurted out was connected into a huge net and then all converged in front of Inham, such a bloody and terrifying scene, but there was no trace of blood in the air.

It was only at this moment that Inham turned around.

Not all orcs in his magic area were the same, more than a dozen of the humans were still standing, only some of their facial features were oozing blood and crumbling, and two of them were still standing straight despite their faces covered in blood, and all of those who did not fall in this wave of magic were Templars, and only a small percentage of the orcs affected fell, and most of them were only injured.

Maybe the destructive power of this magic is not as powerful as the forbidden spell, but no forbidden spell is as terrifying as the effect of such a magic. The attention of everyone in the square was on Inham at this moment, and even the swordsmen who still thought he was the most favored cardinal of the Pope were full of anger and horror in their eyes.

"Soul Eater?" Asa immediately flew back. This was one of the most advanced spells in necromancy, and he had only seen a rough record in the notes of Shanfeng Xielu, it was probably a magic that even Sandru couldn't use, and he didn't have the courage to rush close at this time.

Turning around, Inham didn't care about the thousands of people behind him who could kill him, he only stared at a few people in front of the Hall of Light, Adebit, Lancelot, Gru, and Asa who was rushing towards here and was now standing quickly, in fact, from the beginning, his attention and target were always on these people, and no matter how many other people there were, they were just tools and props.

The surviving priests, priests, and magicians seemed to have finally come to their senses, and countless spells flew towards him at the same time. He stood still in the dense explosion and flames, no matter how fierce the magic light and fluctuations could not break through the ghost king's cloak on his body, the grand necromantic magic fluctuations were still drumming in the cloak, and all the magic had bounced off automatically before it even approached.

He turned around, and the people in front of the Hall of Light saw his appearance. His facial features and seven orifices are also full of blood, and blood is still flowing out of his mouth, I don't know if it is the backlash of this magic or the condensed supreme killing intent of Gru's eyes, the green tendons on his face appeared, and there were bursts of blood-red undercurrents surging under his skin, his originally elegant and handsome face now looks hideous and weird, and what is even more weird is that he looked at these people and smiled.

Although it is weird, everyone can see that this is clearly a smile of victory, he won, the bet wins.

Preparing such a big magic in front of everyone, he gambled on the situation, and everyone's reaction really made him win. This magic actually made him finish. A huge blood-red crystal floated in front of him, and it was the condensation of all the life essence of thousands of swordsman priests.

There was a choking crack, and the red crystals shattered. It seemed to have shattered into countless tiny grains as dust, and it seemed to have turned back into blood, turning into a huge blood-red rainbow and rushing towards the few people in front of the Great Hall of Light.

The blood-colored Changhong didn't bring out any wind sound, not because it wasn't fast enough, this blood-colored training was already as fast as a pillar of light, but because even the air around this red torrent had been completely shattered, decomposed, and eroded. This is the entire life force of thousands of people condensed and then emitted by the way of necromantic magic, and the overwhelming red has enveloped the entire radius of dozens of zhang in front of the Great Hall of Light in an instant, and Gru, Adebit, Lancelot and others have been completely shrouded by this blow.

As long as these three people were eliminated, Inham would not have to worry about any more worries, and no creature on this continent could withstand such a blow, so he couldn't help but laugh. After a big gamble, finally all the henchmen in this last place were about to be completely eliminated, and it seemed that everything was expected by him.

But something he didn't expect happened at this time. Gru didn't seem to look at the red frenzy that was about to consume him, and instead punched him.

The distance between the two was nearly 100 meters, and there was the blood-colored rainbow in the middle, and this punch was just a false blow. Then there was a muffled thud, and Inham's body suddenly flew backwards like a cannonball.