Seeing that Marlowe's pale face quickly returned to normal, and he also successfully shot a necromancer, Green was surprised in his heart, knowing that as a paladin, he had also been attacked before, if it weren't for the protection of the Holy Light and James's slap, he might not be able to endure that kind of pain, but Marlowe didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, and even the whole person looked more energetic and full of fighting spirit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Green quickly put his curiosity behind him, and while the battle continued, he had to give it his all.

Marlowe found that the mana in his body that had been almost exhausted had recovered, and his body was full of power, and the feeling was like turning on the power of the orc bloodline - the fury of blood, but the emotions of killing, destruction, and bloodlust that came with it did not appear, and the blood was hot, but it was pacified and controlled by a gentle force.

He could feel both powers coming from his chest, remembering that when he first returned to the Warcry Tribe for the ceremony, there had been a red flame sigil and a crescent moon entwined with ivy.

"Thank you to the ancestor Marta, thank you to the goddess of the moon. Marlowe pondered in his mind and drew the elven longbow again.

This time he decided not to use the elven strafing skill, although the elven strafing can attack multiple targets at the same time, but at the same time it also disperses the power of the bowstring, and the attack effect of one arrow will definitely be better than that of strafing, the necromancer who was shot through the head just now and couldn't come back to his senses is the best proof.

Lunar Eclipse Spark!

The arrows of light condensed by the pure magic power flew past James, and then pierced the bodies of the undead soldiers, and the col was like a hurricane blowing, and the undead soldiers were torn apart by the huge energy of the light arrows, and finally the light arrows flashed from the altar, and a necromancer could not dodge being torn apart by the light arrows, and half of his head fell to the ground, and the miserable green flames in his eyes were finally extinguished.

Everyone present looked at this scene in amazement, the necromancers forgot to cast spells and chant spells, and even the undead soldiers who had no ability to think appeared to be stunned for a moment.

The magic condensed by Marlowe's arrow was several times stronger than the original eclipse spark, and at this moment, the paladins were faced with only a fragment of limbs and an empty path leading straight to the altar.

James took the opportunity to shake the reins and shouted, "Rush with me, drive!"

"Drive!"

The energy of the team of more than a dozen people erupted at this moment like thousands of horses galloping by, and the undead soldiers were manipulated by the mage to plug the gap in the battlefield, but they did not want to be knocked away by the galloping ragon warhorses.

With only a dozen meters left from the altar, James stood up with his stirrups on his horse, ready to use a skill that only high-level paladins could fully master—Divine Punishment.

And at this moment, the two necromancers who had been hiding behind had finally completed their spells.

I saw two green whirlwinds spinning rapidly to extract energy from the mage's body, and they became stronger and stronger, and the stumps and dry bones on the ground were swept into the whirlwind, and soon the shrill wails of the wraiths began to be heard from the whirlwind.

James jumped high from his horse, and Marlowe saw that the paladin's war hammer in the paladin's hand was shining with holy brilliance, and suddenly became several times larger, and the lightning and thunder on the hammer head were like an artifact falling from the sky, and James was a holy angel messenger with golden wings spread.

The wind stopped abruptly, and suddenly a huge arm stretched out from the smoke and dust on the left and right sides of the altar, these two arms were as thick as the waist of an adult warrior, and a closer look could easily see that these two arms were made of broken arms that were interlocked with each other, and the surface was covered with dense huge pus, which looked disgusting and terrifying.

Seeing that the two giant strange hands were about to work together to slap James into a puddle of flesh in the air, Marlowe, who had no magic power, immediately jumped up from his horse, and at the same time drew his elven sword and slashed at one of the giant arms.

While!

Marlowe felt as if he had struck a stone, and in the giant monster hand that suddenly appeared, the elven sword only cut a shallow scar. But that was enough, the direction of the strange hand was shifted, and they were no longer able to hurt James together.

Because of Marlowe's clearance, James smashed the war hammer to the ground with a thud and burst out with dazzling golden light, and the entire col seemed to tremble with this huge force.

The five necromancers on the side of the altar felt dizzy and unsteady on their feet, and their bodies were purified by the holy light and bursts of black smoke came out. They panicked back and tried to escape from James' attack.

Marlowe landed beside James, standing side by side with the paladin, and the two of them immediately chased after the necromancer when they saw that they wanted to escape, but they didn't want the two strange hands in the smoke and dust to attack the two again.

James raised his leg to meet the giant hand and smashed it with his warhammer, while Marlowe leaped to his feet to dodge the attack.

The smoke and dust were blown away by the strong wind from the two strange hands, and Marlowe could finally see what kind of monster was attacking him, and he didn't know how to describe this monster created by an undead spell. The first time he saw this monster, there was only one thought in Marlowe's mind: "This guy must be from hell!"

"Marlowe, be careful, this is the Abomination Twister!" James reminded loudly.

The monster in front of Marlowe had four limbs and arms, of which the arm that attacked Marlowe was the thickest, and the other three arms were each wrapped side by side by three severed arms, a total of six severed arms connected in two.

The monster was crowned with a completely distorted head on its neck, its facial features were like patterns on a wrung out handkerchief, and its body was covered with painful faces, some of which belonged to orcs and some of which belonged to humans. The lower body is made of various stumps, which at first glance looks like a centipede, and at the very end of this centipede's body is the highly venomous tail of a manticore. Its body was covered with pustules, some of which were still bubbling pus, smearing with the smell of corpses.

Marlowe stared at the monster in front of James, although the two monsters had different body structures, they both looked the same disgusting, terrifying and hideous.

The paladins also rode around, and in order to cover James and Marlowe, they attacked the undead soldiers who were constantly surrounding, while keeping an eye on the battle between the two, and had to sacrifice their lives to rescue anyone in danger. As for the five necromancers who retreated into the distance, this group of paladin recruits really didn't have the extra manpower to deal with.

A dozen of them had to face hundreds of undead warriors, and even if they cooperated tacitly and activated the blessing of the Crusader Seal, they were almost exhausted from dealing with so many undead soldiers.

(I still owe two chapters, and I'll make it up on the weekend when the company is busy this week.) In the new week, I beg you to give me a recommendation ticket! ）