The chant in the temple rose to a high pitch, and the holy light bullets around the angel of light flew like rain towards Rodriguez. The necromancer slammed his staff, and gray-white flames erupted from all around him, forming a protective wall. Countless holy light bullets slammed into the flame wall, each explosion causing the flames to shake and dim a little. In a matter of moments, the necromancer had already taken the impact of hundreds of holy light bullets, and the wall was crumbling. It was this moment of respite, and Rodriguez's spell was ready. As his fingers finished the last intricate symbol, there was a "bang" and his left hand completely turned into bone meal.

A huge circle appeared on the ground behind Wella, and black flames rose into the sky. In the void above the circle, a huge and matchless bone dragon head poked out. The bone dragon stared at the angel of light, and its huge body slowly walked out of the void. Two-thirds of the temple hall has been occupied by this unprecedented giant bone dragon.

Wella, who has fully recovered the battle form of the Light Angel, is not afraid of the strongest undead creature such as the bone dragon. However, the bone dragon in front of him had an indescribable taste. The average bone dragon is by no means so big, at most only two-thirds the size of the one in front of it, the skeleton is pale or dark gray, and due to the perennial sleep, the skeleton is often hung with dust and cobwebs. The whole body in front of him was a dark black skeleton, and several looming spells appeared on it from time to time. The uneasiness in Weina's heart became stronger and stronger, as an angel of light, she should be able to deal with the two-headed bone dragon, why should she be afraid. "No, I don't think I've ever heard of a summoned bone dragon?"

Wella's wings were retracted, the white robe was windless, and the temple's chant climbed to the highest peak. Wella unleashed the Light Angel's strongest magic, the Light Angel Guardian, and a spherical milky white light shield protected herself. "As I said, the Most High God didn't bless you." The necromancer's cold voice rang out in Wella's heart once more. The skeleton wings of the bone dragon flapped, and it raised its head to the sky, and a silent roar quickly spread. Outside the temple, the knights and priests who were desperately attacking the undead and trying to rush into the temple suddenly felt as if they had been hit hard, and some of the weaker knights opened their mouths and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground. Wella's wall also fluctuated, and she was swept back a few steps.

"Just the dragon's roar is almost unbearable, if it's the dragon's breath ......" Wella didn't have time to think about it, and turned around to escape. At this time, the silent dragon's breath arrived. Wella's protective wall fluctuated violently, appearing and disappearing. Suddenly, a burst of bright light, almost blinding, accompanied by a sudden storm, swept through everything in the temple.

By the time everything had calmed down, Wella had already embedded herself in the half-empty walls of the temple, her white robe had been torn into rags, and most of her skin was naked and covered with blood. As the storm subsided, Wella's body slid to the ground, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the wall.

"Hehe, it's worthy of being an angel of light, you have endured the dragon's breath, and you only have a little flesh wound on your body, but your divine power has been exhausted. Wella spat out a mouthful of blood, barely pulled up the broken robe to block the exposed **, and said with difficulty: "You should know that what you have done today cannot escape the eyes of the Heavenly Father, even if your strength surpasses me, you will not be the opponent of any Lord God." Ahem, ahem...... Moreover, the light of judgment will come soon, and no matter where you hide, you will not escape the fate of being purified. ”

"It seems that you don't know what I want yet, as a necromancer, my strength has reached the limit of this world. Whatever I do, the light of judgment will come, won't it? God will not allow this power to threaten him" Rodriguez shook his head, "I've been hiding for three hundred years, I don't want to hide anymore, now, my lovely angel of light, give me your soul."

"What! no!! no......" Wella suddenly screamed hoarsely, and there was no longer any holiness of the angel of light. "My child, let you see the evil in the world," the necromancer chanted again, and the bones of his left arm were reduced to ashes. As the spell was completed, a figure slowly walked in from outside the temple, it was Bishop Brun. His well-maintained face should have been the color of iron blue, and his eyes were dull and bloodshot. The wound between the throats was bleeding out, and the flesh turned open was pale. Brun spotted Wella, his eyes gradually focused on the white, straight, bloodstained and bruised thighs. The hope of Yu in his life was strengthened a thousand times under the effect of the necromancy, and a beastly roar sounded in the bishop's throat, pounced on the body of the angel of light.

Wella calmed down, gathered the only divine power, ignored the cardinal who was scratching and gnawing on her body, and sneered at the necromancer, "Do you think you can get my soul in this way?"

"Of course not" Rodriguez's right arm exploded again, and several black gases emitted and quickly submerged into Wella's body. Wei Na was horrified to find that the divine power she had gathered to self-detonate was driven clean by these few death energies, and these black qi entangled her soul, making it impossible to escape and enter the heavenly realm. "The curse of the dead at the cost of my body is not so easy to break, so let's start our performance in this sacred venue!" The entangled bodies of Wella and the Bishop** slowly rose and flew to the altar. The holy light that had not been dispersed on the altar for many years had been replaced by a faint black aura at this time, and the place where the most divine place had been said to have become a paradise of evil, hope and fear in the past.

The bishop ravaged the white body under him frantically, and what dripped from under his tongue was a cloudy yellow liquid, and in his blue and purple hands, the originally plump ** was turning into various strange shapes. With a shrill scream, Wella tore through the necromancer's barrier and pierced the blood-colored night sky. In several mysterious temples on the continent, some consciousness is waking up from its deep slumber and looking in the direction of the temple. All the people in Puth Harbour were awakened from their nightmares, and some of them came out of their homes to find that the night sky had turned a dark blood-red, and the temple that had been visible at a glance at night had disappeared into the night. Slowly, the whole world seemed to shake slightly.

The temple reverberated with the bishop's rough gasps like a beast, and the gold-forged altar creaked as if overwhelmed. White clouds quickly rose from the sky outside the temple and swept towards the temple. The blood cloud that enveloped the temple soon disappeared, and was compressed in the small sky directly above the temple, but it was still struggling to support it. Angry thunder rang out from the white clouds, and the light shot down through the clouds, and the undead at the edge of the temple began to burn in the light. The painful, silent screams hit the Quartet.

The necromancer kept chanting incantations, the bones on his body were shattered, and the flames in his eyes became even more intense, staring at the wriggling blue and white bodies on the altar. A thunderous roar rang out, and the most evil seeds were sown all over Wella's body, and Wella's spirit finally collapsed at that moment. The necromancer's eyes, which were only the small half of his body left, lit up, and the Vena Heavenly Spirit Cover burst open. A transparent, but black-entangled villain flew out, and Wella's blood slowly soaked the altar. The mage opened his mouth and spat out a bead, and layers of extremely complex circles floated around the beads. "Under this artifact soul orb, I'll see where you are fleeing, hahahaha" The transparent light angel soul was instantly sucked in by the orb.

The necromancer glanced at the imprisoned soul in the orb, and his low laughter was like the thunder that exploded in the sky. Then the remaining skull of the mage was once again blown into bone powder, and a wisp of black gas was also inhaled by the magic bead.

Wisps of white clouds in the sky shot out pale cyan flames, and the blood clouds had been burned out. Puth Harbour was as lit as daylight, and the inhabitants stood in the streets, looking in fear at the vision between heaven and earth.

The chant that resounded through the clouds sounded again, and a white pillar of light fell from the sky, and the temple covered by the pillar of light began to burn, and the black aura quickly disappeared in the flames.

In the year 682 of the Holy Calendar, the Temple of Oedipus was desecrated by the undead, and the most powerful necromancer, Rodriguez, was destroyed by the light of judgment from the angry gods. The Temple of Oedi, known as the Temple of Radiance, was burned to ruins by the Fire of Purification.

(End of Prologue)

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