Twilight is like a veil.

It was only after the feather of holy light in the sky dissipated that people suddenly realized that the sky was already so deep.

The western twilight was drowning, and there was little remnant of the sunset, as if the light shining above their heads was about to pass away, and the endless eternal night was coming.

In fact, that's where Rankin City is right now.

The white-robed girl collapsed to the ground, the entire Holy See was powerless to fight again, this once holy city had been reduced to fish meat on the chopping block, and two sharp sharp knives cut horizontally from the east and west, in a vain attempt to compete for more benefits from the other party.

Compared to the two, the Necro Legion has a greater advantage. The first-rank skeleton warriors had been scattered into slag under the Holy Light, but the overall combat effectiveness of the army had not been fundamentally damaged. Without the suppression of the Holy Light, they quickly unfolded their formations, surging like a tide of death down the streets and alleys towards all corners of the city.

Silves stood in the wind, watching the renewed offensive of the Necronomicon Legion from afar, and couldn't help frowning slightly. These disgusting necromantic creatures are taking over important outposts and fortresses, and the papal warriors, who have recovered a little, are putting up with all their might, but to no avail. The necromancers chanted and cast spells, and the corpses all over the ground struggled to get up and plunged into the battlefield again, mercilessly raising their butcher's knives at their former comrades—

Ranken, the fall is imminent.

Although in the square behind him, there were only a few remnants of the defeated soldiers left at the top of the Holy See of Light, but it would take some time to solve them.

But what Silves lacks most now is time.

His army was re-entering the city, but had long since lost the lead before the Necronomicony's frenzied onslaught. If he can't go into battle as soon as possible, he will only be able to watch most of Ranken being controlled by the Council of Bones.

What's more, next to the blazing flame on the stone platform. The Half-Elf Ranger was on the lookout, Mithril's arrows locked onto him. Even if it is difficult to do any harm, there is no problem in delaying one's steps.

Silves shook his head secretly, having already made his choice.

Rankine is broken, the Light will be extinguished, and his greatest enemy now is not the Holy See, which is a mermaid. It's another sharp knife to grab meat, the Council of Bones.

But at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly came to my face.

Silves turned sideways, his gaze gradually locked on the figure at the end of the steps.

Frost-white long hair, pure black robes, snow chrysanthemum patterns climb up, half of the cheeks are handsome, and half of the cheeks are white and boneless.

"It turns out that it's all here. ”

Speaker Bones smiled lowly. Excited as if he had caught some important prey.

"Is that you?" Silves subconsciously looked around, and the shadow power suppressed in his body was slowly released, spreading like a spider web around his body, but no other members of the Bone Council were found around.

"Don't look for it, it's just me. The White Bone Speaker seemed to know what he was looking for, so he replied with a strange smile, and casually took out two bone sculptures as white as jade from his arms, and a rich and evil aura suddenly spread.

Silves's heart was a little awe-inspiring. A great mage wants to challenge a legendary warrior like himself. It's almost a fantasy. But according to his understanding, the other party is definitely not that kind of reckless character. It's impossible to be here alone.

So, what exactly did he lay behind?

"How did Your Excellency the Speaker have time to come here?" he asked in a deep voice, stepping forward without a trace. In the duel between warriors and mages, distance is always the most important factor, and even directly related to life and death.

The White Bone Speaker looked sideways at the distant sky, and could faintly see a tiny black dot. It was a two-headed demon dragon circling and soaring, and there was silence on the northern wall, and the demons had already retreated.

"The Demon Legion has retreated north," the Bone Speaker turned back and glanced at the papal people in the square. Staring at Innedir, he said in an inexplicable tone, "So, now Ranken is only you and me." ”

"You and me?" Silves stepped forward again, pretending to be puzzled, "In the pre-war agreement, Tirappes belonged to you, and Ranken belonged to me, and now Your Excellency the Speaker is not in love, what are you doing?"

"Because, I regretted it. The White Bone Speaker spread his hands and spoke in a straightforward tone, tearing up the contract seemed to be nothing to him at all.

"Yes," Silves nodded unexpectedly, his face calm, "So, from now on we're enemies, right?"

"It depends on whether His Excellency the Grand Judge is willing to make a small concession. The White Bone Speaker looked at Silves' quietly moving footsteps, intentionally or unintentionally, and the two bone carvings in his hands were thrown out. A gray-black evil mist erupted, and in the haze, you could see the summoning magic array of the inverse hexagram lighting up.

Under Silves' vigilant gaze, the fog gradually dissipated, and two corpse warriors stood in front of the Bone Speaker, assuming a defensive posture.

This is a high-level necromantic minion with a power equivalent to that of a high-level warrior. And. As long as it wasn't huge enough to affect the wounds that affected the operation, they could completely ignore it, and it would be much trickier to deal with than ordinary warriors, but for Sylves, it only took two or three rounds to completely deal with it.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Your Excellency the Speaker," Silves's heart relaxed slightly, and he slowly pulled out the twin blades on his waist and stepped forward, "In my heart, Ranken's position is very important. ”

"That's a pity...... Speaker Bones sighed with some regret, squinting at Silves as he approached, as if he didn't care at all.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the heavy plate armor worn by the corpse warrior lit up with dark green magic patterns, and in the magic array engraved on it, the magic energy flow began to flow slowly. This is the reason why necromancers love the Necro Warrior as a summoning creature, and they can transform the Necro Warrior to their heart's content compared to Necromantic Behemoths or stitched corpses, greatly increasing their combat effectiveness.

The energy flow cycle closed, and the eyes under the hood of the corpse warrior faintly revealed a brilliant blue light, which was a sign that they had completely entered the state of battle, and the white bone speaker smiled confidently, and suddenly spoke again,

"By the way, Your Excellency the Chief Judge. Did you know that the Judgment Crusaders had an extremely fatal flaw?"

"Oh?" Silves frowned, but the movement did not stop, and some of the shadow power could be mobilized again, and an obscure light began to ripple on the blade.

"That's you, my lord," Speaker Bones stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. Wickedly, "As long as you die here, then the entire legion will collapse in an instant!"

Boom!

Silves's gaze condensed, and he had already stepped forward and rushed forward like a gray-black lightning!

The two knives are staggered, and the sharp blades are occluded.

But the blow he thought he was going to kill was directly blocked.

Silves couldn't help but be stunned.

Just now, the Speaker of the White Bone had been standing on the edge of the steps, and he was coming from the southeast corner of the square. After some conversation, the distance between the two was less than twenty paces. At such a distance, after the semi-shadow, he launched a surprise attack, and the success rate of the double knife staggered strangulation was more than ninety percent.

However, the two corpse spirit warriors who looked bulky drew their swords in an instant and joined forces to stop them.

The sword flashed, the heavy sword was wielded, and after the failed raid, Silves stood with the corpse warrior. The other party did not fall behind at all.

Under the cover of the corpse spirit warrior, he can be called a safe and worry-free white bone speaker. Begin to wave the staff in his hand. Not to mention the speed at which the Great Mage's spells were released, the dazzling enhancement spells distorted and transformed into Dao Dao auras blessed the corpse spirit warrior, and the same spells shrouded Silves's body burst out with various negative effects.

Silves's heart was secretly awe-inspiring, although he was under the influence of all kinds of negative curses, he was not able to deal with two high-level corpse warriors. However, the martial arts of these two samurai were superb and powerful. Faintly and make up for each other, under the enhancement of spells, it has a superior power.

"What do you think...... How did I become the Speaker?" Speaker Bones couldn't help but sneer, the Council of Bones wouldn't hold a fair vote, and the necromancers didn't follow the rules of the minority obeying the majority.

How can you only have the strength of the upper position.

The fire is overflowing.

The moment two identical-looking flames touched. Allegri couldn't help but be in a trance, and he subconsciously looked up, wanting to see the other party's reaction.

The illusion still had a gentle smile on his face, but he grabbed his left hand with a backhand between the flashes of lightning.

The warm touch was clearly discerning, and Allegri was stunned, this illusion actually had a substance?

At this moment, the two flames had mixed harmoniously and burned on their clenched hands.

Allegri subconsciously wanted to let go, but the pure white flame was like the strongest glue, firmly gluing the two hands together, and could not twitch at all.

Wrong.

A picture flashed through Allegri's mind, his palms were clean, where was the imprint of Amosic...... Doesn't that mean that you are very likely to be in a soul state now?

How could a soul state of self have no disembodiness at all, and how could it be possible to shake hands with an illusion that is also disembodied?

He was about to continue thinking, but he didn't have time to do so.

A majestic energy carrying a massive amount of information rushed into his body from where their hands intersected, and a surging impact followed.

Fragments of information were churning in his mind, trying to squeeze into his memories, giving him a splitting headache.

What's more, there are not just one or two such fragments, they are flying one after another, tens of thousands, uncountable.

Allegri felt that the sea of his soul was like a small pond before an endless tsunami, filled in an instant, and the remaining huge current still wanted to squeeze in.

There was a feeling in his head that wanted to burst open, and endless pain tormented him. Allegri trembled and fell to his knees, unaware that their hands were parted.

The illusion sighed softly and glanced at him with pity.

Then, he lifted his hand wrapped in pure white flames and slowly placed it over Allegri's head. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)