In the black earth of death, it is like a sun rising, and the monologue of the Oriental Fish is eclipsed, a pair of wings that have made countless heretics kneel to the ground in the epic.

The holy angel's wings almost obscured half of the firmament, the dark night faded, and the majestic light enveloped the black castle and the entire chaotic capital with a unique divine aura.

At this moment, the dormant existence of the chaotic capital was alarmed.

Countless powerful auras erupted from all the deep corners, they were former exiles, lost their glory, hiding in the chaotic city waiting for redemption, but they did not think that before they could wait for the opportunity to redeem their sins, they would usher in the most terrible catastrophe.

"Is it a miracle of the God of Light? Could it be that the group of sanctioners in the Vatican finally can't help but do it!"

An old man covered in black qi appeared in a corner, wearing a strange mage robe, a 'blood-colored eye' pattern firmly occupied the center of the robe, and the skull embedded in the top of the staff in his hand seemed to be crying mournfully.

This is a necromancer with countless mystical praises, as a heretic in the wizarding world, the forbidden thing in rum 'Bloody Mary', the undertaker of the sea of wisdom and ignorance, the bard's mouth will never lack obscure poems about them, rumor has it that because the god of light fell into an eternal sleep, nightmares will come into being, and the evil product after the nightmare is such a group of powerful but evil black mages, and the 'Blood Eye' is the symbol of an ancient power belonging to the Dark Council

But now on the Eternal Continent, where the hymns of light are sung by priests, and crosses and flowers are covered in blood, these sad products of darkness should be extinct like dragons.

"You have awakened the necromancer who escaped from the dungeons of the royal family of Toria, once a member of the Dark Council. ”

There was another soft murmur, and although the tone was melodious, like a mage's chanting, when looking up, this figure made anyone understand the true meaning of 'fear'.

Not far from the Colosseum of Mostima, the black earth churned, the rubble cracked, and a knight with a broken arm in heavy armor of thorns slowly crawled out from the depths of the earth, burly, the scars between his eyes seemed to be deeply embedded in the bone marrow, and he trembled, countless filthy dust fell from his body like black snowflakes, and the petals of thorns faintly bloomed in the dark night.

The necromancer was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of playfulness appeared on his shriveled face, and said:

"Exiled Grand Knight, hasn't the tragedy of the last Fallen Tavern killed you?"

"Charles, he didn't pick up the broken spear, he was just a bankrupt aristocrat. ”

The Thorn Heavy Armor is extremely sacred in the light of the Holy Light, as one of the symbols of the Holy See of Light, this flower is not an ornament that any knight is qualified to wear, this knight with a broken arm has a great background, but in the ancient and sinful city of chaos, it also looks a little ordinary.

Leaping forward, the knight was as light as a wind mage, and easily crossed a distance of 100 zhang to the necromancer.

"If I hadn't lost that arm, I would still be the king of the City of Chaos. ”

Necromancers don't argue, for a wise mage with a culture, they think very differently from the Imperial Merchant, there is no argument of interest, no inspiration, the concept is similar to reasoning with a woman.

Perhaps, the Vatican really can't help it, every day that the darkness of the chaotic capital exists, for them, is a blasphemy against their mother. ”

"Then they must be full of descendants. ”

The Knight-Breaker maintained his humor until the unpredictable crisis came, but his frown seemed to make his scar deeper.

The two of them stopped to look at the sky, their eyes were confused, it was a prayer for what would happen in the next second, there are many evil beings like them, the brilliant holy light sprinkled on the sinful faces of these guys, but it is very strange, whether it is the evil person or the exile at a higher level, they have not chosen to escape, and the magic array leading to the outside world in the chaotic capital is still sleeping quietly.

Mostima, the pile of corpses.

This is the commanding heights of the chaotic capital, and naturally it has been given certain privileges of admiration, and the rich holy light shines on the place as if it were substance, and the blood-drenched and broken corpses cannot be hidden in the night, their ugliness is completely exposed by the light, and a creature with a blue flame burning in its eye socket roars uneasily.

"Al, my old fellow, what the hell is going on, did Cardinal Snooker of Eld Cathedral be promoted to Pope of Light?

The lich's roar was like a stone falling into the depths of the sea, and it didn't make a splash of icy water except for a few ripples.

Duke El finally suppressed the shock in his heart, but after years of receiving the admonition of the God of Light, he still couldn't help but feel the urge to kneel on the ground, even the old nobles who traveled in the upper depths of the kingdom could not have any blasphemous thoughts about the legendary mythical creature 'Angel'.

The bloated and luxurious fat man kissed the 'cross of thorns' gently, looked up at the starry sky, and looked extremely reverent, and suddenly the air became a little hot, like the blazing sun.

"Archpriest El, the Knights of Alder's Angel Wings have set foot in the town of Kabul, along with your close mages and Servant Knights, as well as several assassins from the Tustin Assassin Society. ”

The divine light made the highest level of Mostima like day, and when this whisper sounded, a crimson fighting spirit burned like a flame, and a slender figure slowly walked out of this flame, and the Duke of El regained a little aristocratic calm, and showed a soft smile to the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Sabel, that kid hasn't been found. ”

The woman was surrounded by a crimson flame fighting aura, unable to see her face clearly, the blue-haired female Templar who had been cold and silent snorted coldly, and her disdain was overflowing, both of them were extremely troublesome guys, and probably only the clerical noble Duke Al could easily maneuver between the two.

But it was clear that Madame Sabel did not take such a brainless provocation to heart, and for her there were countless vicious means of destroying a small duchy with an easy smile, and there was no need to look for fearless battles here.

"No, that kid is peculiar, and to be honest, I don't understand. ”

Sabel's voice was a little confused, and the crimson fighting spirit was churning endlessly, like a flame of rage.

"The dwarves sheltered by the hills, and a young ranger from the Ancient Guild, one of the young kings of the chaotic city, the 'Lost Enchantress', these strong people in different civilizations are all desperate for this child. ”

The Duke of El was silent, his big fat hand propped his chin on a pensive expression.

And the lich who was almost frightened by the light of the angel forgot how to express his shock, as a lich who had been sleeping for a hundred years, he had a unique talent for the control of magic power, but the aura exuded by the three clergymen in front of him was comparable to him, except for the irregular fluctuations of the magic elements, the poor lich did not even feel a trace of the breath of light, it seems that the corpse pile of Mostima has included too many alternative characters that should not appear, and they have long been integrated with this evil place。

After a long time, Duke El smiled and walked to the dining table decorated with ancient Hebrew inscriptions, looked at the broken white agate on the ground with some distress, shook his head helplessly, put the remaining chess pieces on the 'Eternal Web' chessboard into the space ring, and said slowly: "On the last day, Lord Snooker's wish will come true, and the capital of chaos will become a strange wave that will be annihilated in the long river of history, you, understand?"

Duke El raised his head, his face with a gentle smile enveloped in a faint light, like the 'angel' smile of the young man above the black castle.

"Thanksgiving Paladin, but what about that child? Although the ancient Max family has perished, the last seed of hope is still silently being nourished, if he grows up to become the second 'Forbidden Knight' on the Eternal Continent, how to solve it, fate is so hateful, then the entire Eternal Continent will set off a great turmoil with a broken pattern. ”

The vindictive Sabel nodded, faintly revealing her beautiful and holy noble cheeks, her voice was a little excited, and even the delicate and cold face of the blue-haired woman showed an inexplicable look.

"Well, the troubadour Max Emery, the ominous Hobean Shapi, an ant, a beast, even if the former has been rescued by countless heretical puppets, I would rather believe that the latter has a chance to become a beacon on the magical tower. ”

Duke El smiled appreciatively, he remembered a certain old viscount in the kingdom of Tustin, that old bastard was his only opponent on the board of the Eternal Web, but alas, he was gone.

"Ignore that child, I believe snooker is just a whim, I have been away from the Kingdom of Tustin for decades, and I have never seen a child who can set off stormy waves on the Eternal Continent. ”

There was a deep disdain in his tone looking down on the pauper, but his expression, which was contrary to the doctrine of light, was fleeting, and almost in the blink of an eye, the huge fellow had completed the perfect transformation from nobleman to clergyman.

Because the Duke of El saw his faith.

A holy young angel, with his holy wings spread and ancient mystical characters lit up on it, smiled and raised a twisted and strange sword of light in the direction of the black castle.

"By the way, the St. Fe Academy still needs to be prepared, even a cardinal archbishop who has touched the concept of magic guidance will not dare to recite the admonition of the light there. ”

Al suddenly said this.

(Xiaoyang is going to go out tomorrow, about a day or two, I hope you will approve the leave 0.0)