"It is rumored that the demon in the sword is powerful, even the three major forces at the top of the holy mountain are not sure of victory, once this demon is freed from the predicament. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Not only this Continent of Words, but even the Miracle Continent will be completely destroyed by it!"

"No...... What should I do?" At this moment, Uther no longer had time to grieve for his dead brother, the entire continent...... No, the whole world is in danger of destruction, and the demons in the Holy Sword of Grief are by no means something that can be stopped by man.

Looking at the Holy Sword of Sorrow in mid-air, there was no one around him to help him think or share it with him, and Uther felt as if he was standing on a high cliff, and one step forward was the abyss.

"What to do!" Uther's whole body trembled, he was not afraid of death! The Holy Light Knight was not afraid of death, what he feared was the consequences of the birth of the demon in the sword, he didn't want to see this beautiful world destroyed in one fell swoop, just like the ground under his feet at this moment, it was originally a green green meadow, but after being walked by the undead, it had become a gray dead place that was extinct of life.

"Roar!" At this time, a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul suddenly came out from the Holy Sword of Sorrow, and Uther's whole person was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and an apocalyptic scene appeared in front of him.

"No, as a servant of God, I must not see the world created by God destroyed like this!

"Light Seal!" A light-based sealing spell, Uther used all her strength to smash it into the Holy Sword of Sorrow in mid-air.

"Roar!" There was a trace of pain screaming in the Sorrow Sacred Sword, and then the Sorrow Sacred Sword in mid-air suddenly fell, inserting itself into the ground, and a stream of black gas seeped out from the hilt, forming a faint gray-black human form.

"Who is it that is hindering my arrival?" the black figure spoke like a burst of thunder, and Uther fell to one knee in shock, covering his ears in pain.

"What's going on?" After the black figure appeared, an extremely evil aura instantly rushed into the sky, and Louis suddenly looked up in Ruolin City and saw something unusual in it.

"Oh no! it's Uther's side!" Cyril had made peace with Louis at the moment, and most of the undead knights had already been killed by their team. Before, when Louis was about to rush in front of the undead knights, the pink crystal city wall fell suddenly, directly killing a large number of undead knights at the front of the heavy load.

And the sudden appearance of the city wall, the undead knights behind who couldn't hold their feet slammed into the city wall. After that, those undead knights who lost their speed and couldn't climb the city walls became like living targets, and they were bombarded like targets by the mages and royal giants who Louis had trained again, plus the feeling of the advance knights of the Eastern Expedition led by Cyril.

The 10,000 undead knights were quickly killed by them.

"Why did Uther go over there?" Having cleaned up the last of the undead knights and lost the skeleton warriors who were outnumbered, they were no longer a threat at all, Louis looked at the place where the evil spirit had erupted with a somewhat ugly expression, and then asked Cyril.

"Uther and I guessed that the Hall of the Dead Lord might be in that position, because after releasing the legendary magic of the Undead Connection, the suppressed Lord of the Hall of the Dead must have entered an extremely weak state, so Uther and I very much wanted to take this opportunity to attack and kill the Hall of the Dead. Cyril frowned.

"So you're splitting up your troops in two ways?" Louis scratched his head: "Why do you want to come here if you go directly with Uther?"

"Uh...... "What did Cyril say? Let him say that he didn't believe that Louie would be able to defend against this wave of undead knights? Who would have thought that Louie would suddenly smash down the city walls?

"Okay, don't talk nonsense!" Louis also knew what Cyril thought, after all, it was also a good intention, "hurry up and take a look over there, I always have a bad feeling." "The battle here is almost over, and it's only a matter of time before we get rid of the remaining skeleton warriors.

Louis summoned the pre-trained Wyvern, then pulled Cyril and jumped on the Wyvern and flew directly in the direction of Uther.

"Uther, what are you doing?" the wyvern was very fast, and immediately flew to Uther's location, Cyril saw that Uther's condition was a little strange, and immediately jumped down anxiously.

At this moment! Uther's blood-stained face had already walked in front of the Sorrowful Sword, looking indifferently at the black figure in front of him that exuded a terrifying aura.

"I don't know much about the Holy Sword of Sorrow, but the Holy Sword of Sorrow is too famous in the Miracle Continent, and I'm afraid many people have heard of its story. It is said that a very powerful demon is suppressed in the Holy Sword of Sorrow, and this demon has not been able to get out of trouble for so many years because ......"

"Shut up!" At this moment, the demon in the sword has not yet broken through the seal, and the black figure that seeps out is actually just a virtual image, except for using the leaked trace of momentum to try to suppress Uther, there is no combat ability.

"What's the matter, I'm scared!" After figuring out the key point and making this decisive decision, Uther's heart became open-minded, and a playful smile flashed on his face: "It's because as long as the owner of the Holy Sword of Sorrow exists, then the demon in the sword will never be able to break through the seal!"

At this moment, Uther stepped forward directly, reaching out to grasp the hilt of the Holy Sword of Sorrow.

"Stop!" the black figure roared wildly, pushing Uther out like a mountain of might. At this moment, he has reached the key to breaking through the seal, and he will not tolerate the appearance of a master of the Sorrowful Holy Sword again.

"Uther, what are you going to do!" Cyril finally reached Uther's side and grabbed him by the shoulder. Louis rode the flying dragon and slowly descended, looking at the demon on the hilt of the sad holy sword, with a heavy look in his eyes.

This momentum was so powerful that even Louie could feel the pressure almost from his soul.

"Cyril, there's no way!" Uther's eyes showed a look of determination.

"Is this the Holy Sword of Sorrow?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then figured out what his friend wanted to do, "No! I won't allow you to do this!" Cyril definitely couldn't bear such an ending, "The Holy See of Light has lost its Son and Pope, and has also lost almost ninety percent of its power, and it can't afford to lose you anymore." ”

"No, Cyril. This is no longer just a matter of our Light Sect, this is a matter of the whole world, once you let the demon in the sword get out of trouble, you know the consequences!" Uther shook his head firmly, wanting to continue rushing forward.

"No, let me go!" Cyril pulled Uther again.

"No, you are not suitable, you are the only person other than the Holy Son who can barely use the Sword of Holy Light, and the Holy See must not lose you. Let me take on this responsibility!"

"Hum!" the Holy Light ...... Erupted from Uther's body.