There is no doubt that this is an artifact!

The awe-inspiring power that belonged to the artifact made Isaac feel like a boulder had been pressed against his chest.

Moreover, this artifact is extremely compatible with the power of the divine aura on the female knight in front of him, and in his sight, Jeanne is simply like a giant pillar of light that connects the sky and the earth.

Illumination.

The gods are awe-inspiring.

It makes people spontaneously have a sense of worship.

"Evil spirit, do you have any last words you want to explain?"

Jeanne had just led the Crusader knights in a charge, but she did not look tired at all, her eyes were blazing, and her brows were full of awe-inspiring dignity and majesty.

It's just like Athena

Isaac sighed in his heart: "Honorable lady, can I have the honor of knowing your name?" ”

Jeanne shook her head and said, "It's not a good name. ”

Isaac sighed lightly, "You are so noble and powerful, but you are still so cautious."

If he could know Jeanne's real name, he would still be able to use the power of the curse to deal with her, and now, let alone defeating the opponent, it is unknown whether he can escape.

This kind of divine power, for a wicked evil like him, who has been dead for many years and is like a rat in a dark ditch, the restraint effect is too strong.

Jeanne didn't think of talking anymore, she raised the holy spear in her hand, and her voice suddenly raised: "Accept judgment, evil spirit. ”

"Evil spirits."

Isaac was slightly stunned, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"If you disguise it like this, will you still be easily distinguishable?"

Around him, ripples rippled in the air.

An informable and substantial, as if condensed countless evil thoughts, at a glance, he felt that his scalp was numb and wanted to turn around and run, entrenched beside him, ready to go.

Retreating into the distance, Cellinina, who was watching the battle, moved slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

Frigila grabbed her arm at the right time.

Celinina frowned: "It's this kind of power just now, it's extremely secretive, but it's extremely dangerous, can Lady Jeanna handle it alone?" ”

Fringira hurriedly reminded: "Don't forget Jeanne's identity, you go over now, not only can't you help much, she also has to be careful not to purify it with you." ”

"Ah, yes."

Cellinina was slightly stunned.

Only then did I realize that this woman who usually doesn't look very reliable and thinks about being lazy all day long.

It was the one that made countless werewolves in the two Sicilies smell the wind and change their color; The dark creature who dies at her hands every year, the chief thug of the Holy Church of Thousands - the Bright Knights.

"Accept judgment, evil spirit."

The golden flame suddenly ignited on the surface of Jeanne's body.

On the silver-white armor, there were divine mysterious lines, and the terrifying aura that lingered around Isaac was like a drizzle drizzling into a mountain fire, and it was evaporated.

The rusty holy spear, under the scorching of the holy flame, regained its former glory, it was the sharp weapon that once belonged to the god king Odin - Kungunir!

The black dragon that had turned into a dry corpse let out a terrible roar, and the dark green ghost fire in his eyes was like a candle flame in the wind and rain under this terrifying holy flame.

Isaac's face showed a sneer: "I am the greatest successor after Alexander's death, the monarch who ruled Antiochus and Seleucia, the king of Seleucus. ”

"Thou and the rest of the rebels deserve to die."

The invisible evil force surrounded Isaac, forming a terrifying demon dragon to fight against Jeanne's holy flame.

Although Sheng Yan restrained the evil spirit, the total amount of power in Isaac's body was several times stronger than that of Jeanne, and for a while, the two of them were on par.

"Although there are many evils, they must not shoot me."

"Holy!"

A loud chant rang out.

Vaguely, you can see that there are countless illusory angels with white feathers, appearing in mid-air, holding sacred texts in their hands, chanting huge chants.

The golden glow illuminated the entire harbor as bright as day.

The body surface of Isaac and the black dragon under his feet seemed to be eroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, billowing white smoke came out, and the original monstrous flames were quickly suppressed and became sluggish.

"How is that possible!"

"How is this possible?"

"How can her strength still grow?"

The golden holy spear flew out.

It's like the first glow when you break through the night and open the world.

Black smoke billows.

In Isaac's disbelievably surprised eyes.

The holy spear pierced through his chest, and the blazing holy flame violently covered his entire body and the black dragon under his feet, forming a raging torch.

"That's it?"

Lothar, who came in a hurry, couldn't help frowning.

He didn't have time to grab someone's head!

Jeanne opened her hand, and the spear fell back into her hand, regaining its brilliance and changing into a rusty appearance.

"I'm sorry, sir. Looking down at his breath, the sins were monstrous, and he didn't know how many lives he had died at his hands, so he didn't spare his hands. ”

Looking at the blazing "torch", Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's good to solve it, to be able to get Limassol, this expedition to Cyprus is already worth the ticket price." ”

"Not yet."

Prajna, who was standing beside Lothar, suddenly spoke.

I saw her throw out the black ghost-faced shield in her hand.

It swelled rapidly, expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a hill standing in the wide streets.

Ghosts cry for a while.

The ghost-faced shield seemed to form a ghost gate, and all kinds of strange grimaces on it rose and fell as if they were sinking under the Yellow Spring.

Jeanne reacted immediately: "This evil spirit is out of Isaac's body? ”

"Hmm."

Prajna raised his hand.

From Lothar's back, a black shadow quickly grew larger, opened a palm covered with black scales, and pinched the back of his neck, but Prajna directly grabbed his arm.

The black shadow struggled desperately.

"How can you possibly see me?"

"No, how could you possibly touch me?"

Prajna's expression was cold, and he had no intention of explaining.

As a gatekeeper of hell and a general of the ghost clan, it is normal for her to be able to see and touch evil spirits.

This dark shadow evil spirit is actually quite terrifying, but the two enemies it encounters one after another just perfectly restrain it.

"Wait, wait!"

"I'm willing to surrender, Count Lothar, you're a dragonborn, right, so am I, I can help you!"

The shadow shouted.

Prajna looked at Lothar, the ghost in her hand kept struggling, her slender white fingers, and her rather thin looking figure, but she didn't move.

"You're a Dragonborn too?"

Lothar's face was intrigued.

"Yes, that's right, I'm a Dragonborn too. I am the King of Seleucus, His Majesty Alexander's most important and relied on general, and it was with the blood of the dragon in my body that I helped him defeat the Persians. ”

After Alexander's death, his empire fell apart into several diadochi states such as Antioch Macedonia, Ptolemaic Egypt, and Seleucid, which fought each other for Alexander's legacy.

The dynasty founded by Seleucus was the largest empire of them all.

"How can you help me?"

The Black Shadow said eagerly, "I can help you unearth the dragon's blood in you, so that you can complete your transformation and become as powerful as me, and even train an army of dragons to reign in Constantinople and the Papal City." ”

Lothar sighed lightly: "Isaac must have believed your nonsense to end up like this, right?" ”

The number of Imperial Knights is invalid for it.

"Pranya, do me a favor."

He looked at Prajna, who had poured the power in his body into Lothar at the right time, giving him the power to deal with the evil spirit in a short period of time.

This is the effect of the increased intimacy, just like when Frigila lent him the power to deal with the crocodile god of Montreal.

He grabbed the shadow.

Without hesitation, head towards the Gate of Hell, which stands in the middle of the street.

Then, he pressed it hard against the gate.

Countless dead souls immediately seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, desperately grabbing the black shadow, trying to walk out of the door and return to the human world.

This obsession is the Seleucid king in the past, and the dark shadow of the present could not be clearer.

But so many dead souls are holding on to a life-saving straw, which will only make this straw sink into the Yellow Spring with them.

"No, let me out, I'm Seleucus, I'm the Heavenly Monarch, the King of Dragonborn, you can't do this to me, let me out!"

The screams gradually faded away.

The gates of hell shrank and turned back into the ghostly shield, and the grimace on it stuck out its tongue and licked its sharp fangs, revealing a very satisfied expression.

Meanwhile.

In the ears of Lothar.

The system prompt sounds.

You slay a Dragonborn Spirit, your level increases, and the Dragonborn Bloodline Awakening increases.

You've gotten it