The blue-blue mist filled the battlefield, and the ordinary soldiers were not affected, but they couldn't see the front clearly, but for the monks gathered by the Wisdom God Cult....

The appearance of the water mist made them fall into a dangerous situation in an instant.

Led by Ma Wei, the water mist launched with the assistance of 300 monks firmly suppressed the monks of the Wisdom God Cult, and the power given to them by Anatol, the God of Wisdom, was restrained in their bodies, like a man who was pressed under him by a 200-pound rich woman, unable to move.

The monks panicked all at once, they had never experienced the inability to use magic since Anato's gift, and they had become accustomed to using magic to solve problems, and they were at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Don't panic !!"

On the high platform, Archbishop Henry let out a roar, stared at Mavi Enders in the distance, and gritted his teeth: "They have done their best! I can't spare the strength to do any other magic! ”

"Grandpa...."

"What's the matter?!"

Archbishop Henry turned his head, his eyes were red, and his irritable and impatient tone frightened Constance to grab the hem of his skirt and said, "Master... Grandfather... Although the Church of Truth used all its power to unleash the water mist magic, .... But..."

"But what?" Archbishop Henry, who realized that his emotions were on the verge of losing control, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and said in a soft tone: "Your Highness, if there is any problem, you can say it directly, don't be afraid. ”

"Oh," Constance nodded, "I want to say that although the Church of Truth can't use other magic, they still have the Bloodline!" ”

“.......”

Archbishop Henry twitched his cheeks and looked back at the rebel positions, where ....

Sure enough, many figures flew up.

And the leader is none other than Edward!

Water mist magic can have the same effect on the Bloodline, and now Yunia's strength has surpassed Edward's, she can suppress all the Bloodline members and make them unable to use magic, but the key to the problem is....

Bloodlines are not human.

In addition to magic, they are proud of their otherworldly bodies, which are their innate strength.

Even if they are suppressed by the water mist, they can still tear through the front line of the Kingdom Army with their powerful bodies!

Ma Wei never thought of a fair showdown with the Cult of Wisdom from the beginning, this was a war, not a duel.

For the sake of victory, do whatever it takes .... It is the most cruel and bloody part of war!

Looking at the members of the Blood Clan flying towards him, Archbishop Henry said quietly, "Constance, it's time for you to make a move.... Let the great Anatol come! The brilliance of wisdom will burn up all the insects that try to rebel! ”

"Yes, Grandpa." Constance said in a crisp voice.

As a saint, her mission is to provide a medium for the god of wisdom Anatole to descend, not everyone can become a saint, only a girl with a pure soul and a strong soul power can become a candidate for a saint.

Constance closed her eyes, crossed her hands against her eyebrows, and bowed her head reverently.

"Let suffering and hardship be removed, O God of wisdom...

She is like the soft bread and the mellow wine on the table,

Bring us hope and courage ....

We follow her will to send wisdom to the world....

She is as warm as the sun, as moist as rain and dew....

She is the god of wisdom...

She, it's Anatole...

What we believe in, the great being...."

In the faint chanting, golden ripples appeared in Constance's clear eyes, and as the chanting continued, the golden light became more and more intense, her body was coated with a layer of holy silver radiance, and an invisible silk thread flew out of her brow and floated into the sky.

The winds that raged on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The blue-blue mist became faint and no longer drifted.

A deathly silence enveloped the battlefield, and the soldiers stopped, raised their heads, and looked out at the towering blue sky, where ....

Something, is rapidly approaching.

On the high platform, behind Constance, a shadow of a lake of mold appeared, and with the chanting, the shadow gradually became clear, outlining the outline of the man.

The moment the phantom appeared, Archbishop Henry and the monks of the Cult of Wisdom fell to one knee, their fingers pressed against their eyebrows, and their heads hung deeply.

The phantom looked at Constance who was praying incessantly, as if sensing her pious call, and slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on top of Constance's head.

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"Not good!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Edward turned into a dark shadow and rushed as fast as he could, grabbing Constance by the throat with his palm, trying to interrupt her chanting.

The eyes opened in an instant, flashing with a blazing golden glow, this time no longer empty, Constance looked at Edward who was flying quickly, and after only one glance, he looked away, and looked away at Yunia who was riding a horse with her father in the distance.

The calm gaze, blocked by Edward's figure, Constance frowned, and looked at Edward who was grabbing his neck again, his gaze indifferent.

Edward tried to break her neck, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake Constance in the slightest.

"Bloodline...."

Constance... No, it should be said that Anatole recognized Edward's identity at a glance, "Are you here to seek revenge on me?" ”

Edward was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, Anatole raised his palm and pressed his chest: "You are still as arrogant as before..."

Card it!

The sound of broken bones came from Edward's chest, and Anatoer's palm, deeply embedded in Edward's left chest, blood gushed out, and Anatole scratched into the air.

"So you don't have a heart." Anatole whispered, "Where has your heart gone?" ”

Edward spurted out a mouthful of blood and glared at Anato's eyes, golden eyes, as bright as a gas lamp, as if something like fire was burning.

Anatole gives it an extremely familiar feeling, just like when he faced Wild, the goddess of health....

The sky full of golden arrows appeared in front of its eyes again, flames burned on the collapsed ruins, and the sad cry of a woman sounded in its ears....

The blue-blue mist shrouded around her suddenly dissipated, and the power of the dead silence began to surge again, Mavi dissolved the water mist magic, and Anatol had already descended with the help of Constance's body, and the water mist could not affect her.

This also proves ....

The current Yunia is not Anato's opponent.

Even if Anatole is just a wisp of the will of a god.

Edward, who had regained his strength, grabbed Anatol's arm embedded in his chest, cracked the corners of his mouth, and showed an excited and hideous smile, "I caught you...."

Just when Anatole was a little confused, a transparent crystal coffin suddenly appeared behind Edward, and the lid of the coffin opened, devouring her and Edward together.

Card.

The lid of the coffin was closed again, and the transparent coffin was quickly smeared with a layer of red, as if red ink was dripping into the water.

The red color that covered the crystal coffin became deeper and deeper, and it trembled violently, like a pot of boiling water, steaming and rolling.

Seeing this scene, Archbishop Henry slowly changed his face, raised his scepter, and was just about to cast his magic, when suddenly, the lid of the crystal coffin exploded, and Edward flew upside down along with the crystal coffin, smashing a large hole in the ground.

Constance stood in mid-air, his face expressionless, a golden point of light shining on his eyebrows, as if breathing, light and dark overlapping, but his clothes were a little messy.

Rumble!!!

Edward flew out of the pit and waved his arms, and the blood of the dead soldiers on the battlefield poured into its body in a stream, and the Bloodline Secret Book reappeared, and the heavy pages began to jump and turn.

"Dad, aren't we going to help?"

Under the city of Tver, Yunia asked in a whisper.

"Edward knew what he was doing." Ma Wei held the reins and said in a deep voice, "It's buying us time and draining Anato's strength at the same time..."

"Buying time?"

"Yes, time." Ma Wei turned his head to look at the rolling mountains in the east: "Our believers are increasing rapidly, and every second there will be many people who believe in the truth, and now they are waiting forbearantly.... It's for future outbreaks. ”

"What's more..."

"This is a duel that belongs to Edward, as the Lord of the Blood Clan, it wants to avenge the people who once fell in the hands of the Apocalypse Divine System, we should not interfere."

Yunia thought for a moment and said, "Is it like the duel between Fat Orange and the god of rats in Antois Village?" ”

"No..."Ma Wei shook his head slowly: "Edward's hatred is the hatred of the extermination of the race, its race is extinct, even if it loses its memory, it still remembers the pain that penetrates into the heart and penetrates into the bone marrow, and only by killing the enemy can the hatred be quelled." ”

"Then, what if Edward can't beat Anatol!"

"Don't worry, when Edward is defeated.... It's the time when you ascend to God! ”