"Holy Light Blast!"

"The Light Shines!"

"Evil Disperses!"

"Shining Aegis!"

The frontal battlefield became more and more clear under the absolute suppression of Sindra, the dark guard rushed forward, and the light sentinels in the rear turned their guns and aimed them at the moving targets in the sky.

If it is a dozen or twenty, it is okay, the light shot out by thousands of holy stone weapons hits the aura shield like a storm, even Bean is a little unbearable, but if he does not hold up the aura shield, the skeleton Pegasus under him may not be able to withstand such a strong attack.

Lyist stood quietly on the ground and looked at Bean, who was slightly embarrassed in the sky,

What if I can't fly? As long as your strength doesn't reach the level of Sindra or Misha, you will always be affected by the attack of the fire, and even if you are a Nether Guard, you will have to obediently roll down and be beaten.

Riding the skeletal Pegasus to dodge the attack of the Holy Light that followed, Bean glanced at the battlefield, and his heart sank,

The five thousand Nether warriors who had undergone various enhancements could not exert any combat effectiveness at all under the suppression of the dark element mage, and they actually let the enemy rush and kill at will, which became the experience of the Emerald Leader Regiment's training, but he couldn't make a move on ordinary soldiers, otherwise the mage would find him directly.

In this way, if we don't summon the bone dragon while the Seraphs are lured away by Lobito, I'm afraid this battle will end in a fiasco.

What's more, the elemental mage is in a special spell casting state at the moment, and there is no better time than now.

He took out the key of the bone dragon, closed his iron fingers, and crushed it.

In the blink of an eye, a super-large teleportation array spanning a hundred meters was built layer by layer with the location of the bone dragon's key shattered, and the magic circle that had extracted a huge amount of soul energy began to flicker, losing most of its energy supply, and the wall of sighs that had been maintained until now was directly shattered.

Seeing that the shield had been broken, another group of soldiers outside the city began to march under Darskell's orders.

"Nether Bone Dragon, I need your strength! (Lachen)"

In the murmur of Bean Fajon,

The crushed soul energy successfully broke through the boundary between the underworld and the material realm, and through the teleportation array to form a directional passage, ten bone dragons exuding a netherworld aura spread their wings, covering the sky and the sun over the dead city of Nockland.

Bean, who had gained authority thanks to the Bone Dragon's Key, did not hesitate to give the order to attack, but not against the Light Sentinels and Dark Guards on the ground.

The endless dragon soul roared, and the ten bone dragons opened their huge mouths, spitting out slow clouds of netherworld death qi in the direction where Sindra was.

Although the Netherworld Death Qi moves at full speed, it is most likely to attract each other and continue into a piece.

In the blink of an eye, the intertwined Netherworld Death Qi blocked Syndra's few escape spaces.

Lyist's face changed, and he turned his head to look at Sindra in the sky, who was about to be forced to defend with magic, and shouted.

"Sindra! Death in the Underworld can ignore any magical defenses and deal damage to the soul! Your magic can't stop the erosion of the underworld! Use the Teleportation Magic Scroll! ”

"Teleporting a magic scroll? No, she can't use it, and she can't hide from it, not only her, but also Lyster, even you will die here! ”

Bean sneered, and charged at Lyster with a large gun, the path of the charge completely obscuring Sindra's position, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at Lyster's heart.

"You're going to be miserable losing that woman, right? If such a threat can be eradicated, even if I die here, the Maharaja will definitely agree with me and let me enter Valhalla, right? ”

[Do you need me to use the spirit wind to blow away the netherworld death?] 】

[Thank you Jana, you are already too weak, just leave it to me]

Eyes drifted away from Sindra's body as Lyster said.

"Originally, I wanted to play with you more, but unfortunately you didn't seize this opportunity, and instead chose to shoot at my woman,

I'll admit, you did make me feel angry, something I haven't felt in a long, long time, and thank you for reminding me of what anger is. ”

To Bean Fajon's disappointment, Lyster did not show remorse or impotent anger at this moment, but returned to calm.

The man dropped the greatsword in his hand, picked up the short bow, and drew the bowstring.

Bean Fajon, who was in the middle of the charge, was stunned for a moment, and then directly recognized the short bow in Lyist's hand.

"Is this the masked spirit's short bow?"

Lyist didn't mean to answer at all.

"Bean Fajon, do you know what the antonym for death is?"

No arrow opens the string, and the arrow of life is condensed in the fingers, above the bowstring.

For the living, the vitality of the great drought is no less than the most vicious and deadly sulfuric acid in Bean's view.

The antonym of death is naturally life, and now he is locked by the 'arrow of life'.

The arrow would easily pierce through his perfect shell of aura and soul, slowly and painfully purifying his soul, severing his connection with Mitner Lachen once and for all, and turning him to ashes in untold agony.

At this moment, Bean Fajon seemed to have returned to the sense of despair and fear when he was just born in the underworld, as if he was on the verge of the abyss.

He knew he had reached the end of the road, and above the end of the road, he laughed.

"Do you think you won? Before I die, I will pierce through your body and tear your soul apart! The woman you like will die in front of you too! Be a humiliation for your life!

I'm just the most ordinary member of the underworld, and there are countless strong people above me, even if you don't die here, Lyster, your nightmare has just begun! The Maharaja will plunder everything around you! You're just a humble ......."

The bowstring was released, and the shouting came to an abrupt end.

The holy white light was fleeting, and it passed through Bean Fajon directly in front of him, and plunged headlong into the fog formed by the death of the underworld.

Lyist put down his bowstring and calmly looked at the big cross spear less than thirty centimeters from his heart.

The invincible heavy cavalry general is like rice paper ignited by flames, burning white flames from the inside out, and even the skeleton Pegasus with a wailing crotch is also in flames.

This man and horse from the Netherworld can no longer make a sound, witnessing the withering of the self in the agony of the bones.

After a few breaths, the flame of life finally spread to the soul weapon that killed countless people, and the cross spear that could collide with the god-killing blade began to burn from the hilt, and finally turned into a little blue fluorescent,

In the purifying flames, Lyist heard countless whispers of gratitude, those who died under the spear, those who formed the body of the spear, those who had suffered and suffered in the underworld, were finally liberated at this moment, at least at this moment, they were no longer in pain, but could joyfully embrace the second death.

Lyist walked forward against the fiercely burning soul flame storm, unscathed through what was left of Bean Fajon,

The man raised his eyes to the ten bone dragons that were constantly replenishing the death breath of the underworld towards Sindra's position, and reopened his bow.

"You have never been my enemy, not even Maudecaesar, I have only one enemy, and that is my own morality."

The second arrow of life came out of the string, turning into a dazzling white arc of light that pierced through the ten bone dragons one after another, vitality and death were intertwined, obviously two incompatible attributes, but it was like a fire pouring oil.

Unable to breathe out the dead air of the underworld, the bone dragon, like Bean Fajon, began to spontaneously combust, and in the holy flames, the dragon's skeleton was annihilated into powder and drifted away in the wind.

The might of the two arrows was still in their eyes, and the soldiers let out cheers of excitement, and Lyist raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill all the remnants of the underworld with all your might! Join me in witnessing the first victory of the living against the dead! ”

"Kill the enemy with Lord Laister!"

"This city won for Lord Lyster!"

"Twisted skeleton shelf! Go to hell! ”

Seeing the Nether soldiers fall one by one, Lyist smiled slightly,

Without the attribute of immortality, without the various enhancements from the black magic lich, although there are many Nether soldiers, they are not the opponents of the Light Sentinels and the Dark Guard at all, the Holy Stone weapon is not a vegetarian, in the case of equal strength, water overcomes fire, wind overcomes earth is the unchanging truth,

Whether in a past life or in this life, if the darkness is not too powerful, how can it overcome the light? It's just that the light is so scarce.

It is not quite accurate to say that Mordekaiser is terrifying, in his opinion, the difficulty lies in Mordekaiser's own understanding and application of the Ochen language and black magic.

Mordecaesar's thirst for killing and conquest led him to the gift of the Blood God, and with the help of this gift and his own understanding of the dark arts, he gained a foothold in the underworld, mastered the Ochen language, and understood how he could use his soul for his purposes.

If a solution can be found to the magic of Lachen and Ouchen, Maudekaiser's army will not be enough, and the strange and powerful Ouchen magic aside, Lyist will not believe that the heroes he has cultivated in the material realm really can't deal with the iron-armored wraith.

Raising his eyes to look at the netherworld death qi that was gradually darkening, he said secretly.

[It's not just the Holy Stone Compass in Daknis's hand, the Light Sentinel has been developed for so many years, there must be more research on the underworld and soul magic, this information has not attracted the attention of the Jade Collar in the past, it is my own negligence,

When it comes to this unification of the South, the Emerald Leader must begin to study the information that the Sentinels of Light have accumulated over the years, especially the Lachen and Ochen languages, to create an anti-soul magic that can complement the Holy Stone weapon.

In addition, the extraordinary combat power of Misha and Sindra, who have been exposed, must also be protected uninterruptedly to avoid assassination.

Misha doesn't have to worry too much, but Sindra needs to pay attention,

This girl is indeed strong enough, but unfortunately she has experienced too little, and my interference has made her a little old-fashioned and stubborn, and she may not be flexible enough in battle.

Just like this time, if Sindra had withdrawn her magic in time, she would have had a chance to escape the bone dragon's deathly attack, but she hesitated and lost the possibility of escaping......

Maybe I should let that LeBlanc guy educate Sindra personally, just in time to attack the Immortal Fortress, the first light magic research base is set up in the Black Rose Mage Academy, it's not bad, with LeBlan's protection, Sindra's side is enough to sit back and relax......]

The battle outside was nearing its end, but Sindra was sweating profusely, cowering motionlessly and hiding next to the violently consumed arrow of holy light, staring at the deadly energy that was gradually darkening without blinking.

Although the life shield supported by the arrow of holy light was a little darker than before, the lethal energy outside the life shield was even thinner, and it looked unsustainable.

Under the protection of her teacher, she miraculously survived.

Wiping her sweat and relaxing, Sindra was a little scared, she didn't recognize what the bone dragon was spewing out in the first place, because of this small mistake, she almost died.

The inky black energy that lingers around him is nothing else, it is the purest and deadliest death qi from the underworld,

Most of the wastelands of the underworld are diffused with the spirit of the underworld, and the spirit is a weakened version of the death qi, even if it is a weakened version, the spirit can cause great damage to the soul,

The dead qi that is more powerful than the underworld is located in some forbidden places in the underworld, and the dead qi has a lethal effect on the soul and interferes with the spatial transmission, and can also quickly corrode the body, so that the soul with the body is instantly necromantized.

Even the powerful souls of the underworld cannot survive in the dead air, and the dead souls who live in the dead are heretics beyond the living and the dead.

In addition to their undead nature, the necrons can also use their dead energy to attack any life they see, forcibly transforming enemies to form new necromancers, and the necromancers in the Forbidden Lands are the most insoluble enemies.

In Lyster's story, only the masked spirits who have mastered the special laws can deal with the necromantic creatures of the underworld, and other than that, no one can use the dead air, and no one can eliminate the dead air.

This is also the main reason why she didn't recognize the dead qi in the first place.

Now that I think about it, this is the purpose of Mordekaiser stealing dragon bones and dragon souls from Dragon Island, I don't know what method was used, Mordekaiser gave the bone dragon the ability to store and swallow dead air, making the bone dragon the deadliest weapon, and also making dead air appear in the material realm for the first time.

Sindra, who had cleared her mind a little, couldn't help but turn her gaze to the arrow of life that drove away the dead air for herself, and in the warm white light, the woman couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

No matter what problems she encountered, no matter what threats she encountered, that man would always appear by her side to protect her, wingless but like an angel, pulling her out of the mire and swamp again and again.

Whether the man was his bosom friend, the teacher who taught him magic, or the lord of the Emerald Lord, the man named Lyster loved him the same, as always.

Sindra didn't know if it was love, she only knew that she was willing to sink in this love and follow the man named Lyster to the end of the world.