The giant winged angel stood in the clouds like a vast melting pot, and countless dead ghosts were refined into strange rules in the Flawless Body, which fell from the sky like a streamer of light into the body of the arbiter Tyr.

Tightly wrapped like a cocoon, Til is in a delicate situation at this time, he has lost his life, but he seems to contain new life, about this situation, there is a more elegant saying in the mouth of the bard, called the rebirth of the cocoon

"Soul and life from heaven, this is the only hope in the Southwest. ”

Pastor Yongge muttered to himself, his expression reverent, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, and saw Aki's invincible posture, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The cold wind was bleak, and the blazing heat of the holy flame was diluted a lot by the sudden cold wind, if the first generation that surpassed the exiles gave some hope for the evil people to fight back, then the existence of the half-sage Aki was the sacred clock tower that shattered the dream.

"The first generation, is there still the first generation that survived?"

Aki's hair fluttered in the cold wind, and his face showed a domineering spirit, as an ancient fossil that had survived two dark crusades and survived, he was indeed qualified to challenge the majesty of anyone in this black land.

"Kill it! I've been living all my life, and I'm not willing to die like this. ”

"The former chaotic capital was infinitely glorious, and it was rumored that it existed as an ancient force before the Age of Light, why didn't you launch the so-called holy war at that time!"

There was a sound of grief and anger scolding resounding in the sky, the half-sage Yahi was on the top of the independent firmament, coldly overlooking the dirty and dirty land under his feet, although he also had the idea of stepping into the depths of the street to kill again, but in the end he held back, after all, the three streets of the chaotic capital In case of a real alliance against the enemy, the trouble is still quite terrible, at least as a place of death that has stood on the Eternal Continent for endless years, there are too many strange legends born here, if it weren't for the inexplicable collapse of the black castle, it is estimated that only with the light power of the southwest region, it is very likely that he will not even have the courage to step into this land。

"Waiting in the dark can only usher in death, let's kill it!"

"Guys, give it a go. ”

There are still many unknown dark corners in the chaotic city, where a large number of evildoers have gathered, and now, the death of an original aboriginal has made many people fearful, but there is no shortage of hot-blooded people, who have to risk their lives to rush out and fight their way.

It's a pity that they were stopped by some old-timers, there is only a thin line between bravery and stupidity, especially in the chaotic capital of 'turning against each other' and 'being like brothers' but it takes a blink of an eyelid, whenever someone wants to get out of the dark corner, there will always be a series of secretive eyes flickering, as if they are foraging blood demon wolves, full of killing intent, compared to the evildoers, some exiles are much more sensible, they are looking for an opportunity, a chance to be qualified to lead this final battle.

In other words, this opportunity is just one person.

"Charles of the Fallen Tavern fled, what a bastard covered in sinful kisses, it's ridiculous that I lost to such a man in the first place. ”

The dark armor was covered with thorny spikes, and the blood flowers soaked in blood shone on the breastplate, and the knight with the broken arm who had all the above outfits sighed helplessly, the magnificent holy light shone on his handsome face, and the little blood in his blue eyes also highlighted his extraordinary, the knight with broken arms, one of the exiles who was about to kill Li Laifu, he was also under the protection of a magic array at the moment, the difference was that this magic array was not composed of magic scrolls.

"And now. ”

The blood-colored eye, the noble bloodline of the dark forces, sure enough, is the necromancer, who once wanted to squash Li Laifu and make a sacrifice to give to the black castle

"There is a street where the king has been missing for many years, the Fallen Knight has defected, and we have no choice but the Enchantress of the Lost Lands, but unfortunately the Dark Council is too busy to take care of itself, otherwise I could try to ask them for help. ”

"Oh, when did you care so much about this piece of garbage. ”

The light of death continued to bloom around the pitch-black magic array, and invisible corpses piled up on it, blocking the sight of the knight of light, and the knight with broken arms talked and laughed freely, without the slightest sense of crisis before the arrival of the big war.

The whole messy 'Scarlet Eye' magic robe, the necromancer was quite helpless.

"Like you, I've got to love it, no, it's habit. ”

"Let's go, Lost Land, if the Enchantress doesn't make a move, we'll kill her, and then we'll see. ”

Two figures walked out of the magic array, their fighting spirit shook the sky, and the light of magic shone on half of the earth, and they rushed into the battlefield.

The pattern on the battlefield suddenly became subtle, those knights of light gradually walked out of the previous fanatical state of belief, lacking a bit of fierce killing spirit, and the chaotic capital behind the spiritual pillar was originally powerless under the charge of the knights, but suddenly it seemed that a powerful aura appeared, and they walked out from all corners of the black land, with surprisingly consistent steps, as if they were moving towards the same goal.

A man with a body as big as a mountain, a red shawl, like a flame burning, the blood-colored giant axe in his hand bloomed with cold light, silently harvesting the lives that belonged to outsiders.

The disappearance of each arrow means the death of a knight of light, an exile with a longbow carved with three budding white orchids.

There don't seem to be many such guys.

"Praise the light, the power of darkness is slowly condensing?"

Priest Yongge frowned, above the heavenly dome, the two-winged angel spread out a series of intertwined textures, the power of light has completely suppressed this black land, logically speaking, the early stage of the third holy war should be the destruction of the evil one, as for the last dark primordial, naturally someone can deal with it.

Pastor Yongge suddenly bowed slightly to the priest group and several taciturn knights behind him, with a solemn expression, and said, "

Elder Cathedral, Knights of the Wrath of the Angels, Knights of the Wings of the Angels, I pray, may the light be with you. ”

The muffled admonition meant that a new slaughter was coming, and so far, apart from the bloody battle of the Knights of the Killing Army at Michel Cathedral, the Grand Pontify of Eld from Tustin, and the Central Cathedral of St. Peter's were almost unarmed, and even a few old priests who had seen the big scene had closed their eyes slightly and began to nap.

"Alas. ”

Pastor Yongge quietly glanced at the strange cocoon-like Til and sighed.

Even the slightest change that could change the situation was something that the old priest didn't want to see, so he had to use the rest of the light power in advance.

"May the light be with us. ”

A knight stepped forward, his curly hair draped over his shoulders like waves, handsome and extraordinary, he held a spiral spear in his hand, the inscription on the body of the spear faintly bloomed, the holy flame burned on the tip of the spear, and there were mysterious spell imprints engraved on the end of the spiral.

The Knights of the Angel Wings can compete with the 'Three-Armed Giant' Knights, one of the royal powers, in Tustin, and their strength is naturally not questioned, and the Knights of the Angel's Wrath symbolizes sanctions in the Kingdom of Tustin, especially in this Knights, there are several knights who have received the blessing of the secret seal in the Vatican, each secret seal, means a mysterious magic, and it is an ancient magic exclusive to the knight profession.

Obviously, this Knight Chief is a Knight of the Secret Seal whose strength cannot be fathomed with the 'Ninefold Concept'.

"Kill!"

The elite power of the Elder Cathedral has finally shown its fangs.

The wind roared, the horses neighed, the blood flowed, and death sang.

Skeletons emerged, and lives withered.

The exiles, the wicked, the clergy, reduced to desolate bones.

The entire chaotic capital, except for the third street where the king still remains, is full of wind and rain, and now, the kerosene lamps in the lost land are swaying.

A total of fifteen figures of different shapes stood in front of the old wooden door.

"Miss Sabel, please don't forget your promise. ”

Thirteen Evildoers from Mostima, their unquestionable strength and calmness, who could survive the bloody gladiatorial arenas, even surpassed some of the exiles in terms of killing skills.

The flames rose, a woman was like an elf jumping in the flames, her noble temperament was incomprehensible, she stared at the simple style inn in front of her with a little fear, and said:

"Your task is simple, stop the old man, and then, wait for me to walk out with the head of the King of the City of Chaos. ”

Sabel's tone was cold, out of step with the blazing flames that surrounded her, and it was like falling into an ice cave, perhaps as an ascetic, even though she had left the desperate church, she still couldn't change her contempt for the world.