The blood-red morning sun rises over the high Andes Mountains, and the city of Gotak is a constant color, but there is no trace of artistic beauty, only fear, despair and corruption.

Torrents of silver-white steel poured into Gotak, and the Xuanqing rebels dropped their heavy objects and retreated through an inconspicuous underground passage on the southeast side.

"Your Highness, we can't contact Renon, Erica and Paul......"

Xuan Qingyi frowned and said, "There's no way, although I'm sorry for them, but now I have no better choice." In this way, Xuan Qingyi and the others left Paul and Renon and withdrew from Gotak.

Silver sat silently on the pile of corpses, her nimble little hand playing with a black and red dagger. She raised the tip of her knife and gently pressed it against her chin, whispering to herself, "The master is gone......! What should Silver do?"

Silver stared silently at the dim northern sky, and for a long time, she got up and ran into the distance, leaving behind a series of black-red footprints that smelled of blood.

"Hughes, your boss is here. Paul said with a grin.

Hughes picked up a mangled corpse and tore off a piece of flesh to fill the hole in his body, "Here, Justinian, you're really going to pick the time! This account will have to be settled sooner or later, but much sooner than I expected......"

"The war is over, we have lost, there is no need to fight any more...... "Paul shook his head and looked at the miserable scene below, "what is the purpose of all this? Arroyo Constantine, what is the point of all this that you are fighting for? ”

"He, like me, is eager to get stronger in the fight. Only in this way can you find your own sense of existence, and only the threat of death can you feel that you are still alive...... He's the same kind of person as me!

"He's not like you! He instinctively hates war, he hates killing...... He's never enjoyed fighting, and he's not going to look for anything in battle and death......" Paul's face showed anger, "and when will you be able to call yourself a human with this pile of rotten meat?"

"Quack!" Hughes laughed at Paul's angry scolding, "No wonder! Arroyo, you're getting weak!"

"Let's go! Let him go crazy here alone, but I don't know how long you can go crazy. After saying that, Paul climbed onto Breel's back, "What about Rainon and Gonzas, and what about the Xuanqing Rebels?"

"Ruinon and they are already out of the city, and the direction is north...... As for the Xuanqing rebels, they also withdrew from the city. ”

"Let's go, go back to the Wizards' Guild first, take Vivien and Virgil with you, and then go after Rynon and them. ”

Paul and Brell left, leaving Levings Hughes alone under the empty sky laughing maniacally, "Quack!

"Really, you're so conspicuous everywhere you go. Levin Hughes!" Suddenly, a grim voice came from below Hughes.

"Oh, let me see who's coming? Oh, isn't this His Majesty Justinian?What is so important that you have come all the way to the battlefield of Kevin Rus?" Hughes saw His Majesty Justinian, who neither knelt nor saluted, but just floated high in the air and looked down at His Majesty Justinian.

"Leven Hughes ......" An old man standing beside His Majesty Justinian spoke, his voice old, majestic, and solemn, "You...... Can you explain it...... Why do you have the telekinesis fluctuations of necromancy on your body?"

"What are you doing?" Hughes laughed maniacally, "because I want to be stronger!"

"So...... You...... Don't deny that you're researching...... Necromancy is right?"

"That's right, as long as you can get stronger, as long as you can get a strong strength......" he said as he took off his cloak and revealed his skull-like head to the old man, "Merlot Prolos, don't pretend to be a god stick anymore, your heart must be very eager to get strength! But what do you get with that stingy creator god? Don't even think about becoming stronger even if you spend your whole life in vain!"

Hughes ...... Why did you do this? Didn't you hate dark magic back then?" old Merlot sighed and shook his head.

"It was Arroyo Constantine who taught me the true meaning of magic, and showed me the way to the strongest...... Especially on that day, I understood when I saw the talent of Renon Stamoko. And yet, my poor old Merlot, what have you gained by being pope for so many years?"

"You've changed, Levinge Hughes...... I declare to you in the name of the Creator God......"

Hughes's soul fire danced merrily in the hollow eye sockets, and the leaky mouth kept panting with excitement, "Quack, quack, what did the stingy creator god give you......?"

"Hughes, this is the last chance to ...... to the creator god"

"I don't need you to give me a chance, and I don't want that stingy god to give me a chance, I will create my own chance!"

After hearing this, Pope Pros shook his head helplessly and said, "There is no way! The Holy Judgment begins!" With the Pope's order, five thousand Templars showed their weapons and lined up, although there was only one enemy, but they were all ready to fight, and did not slack off.

"Hahaha! Very good, then let me see, which is stronger than the people in this world and the 'people' in that world? All things are immortal, resurrection! Spiritualism!" In Hughes's frantic shouts, the corpses of the entire Gotak City began to move, and from time to time there were terrible screams in the streets and alleys......

"What a despicable tactic, don't you even spare your own companions?" Pros's voice revealed incomparable rage, "Levitation, Supreme God of Creation, grant all blessings to your most pious people...... Holy Light Blessing Level 5!"

"Feel the darkest of fears, the Abyss of the Dead!" Hughes said as the ground beneath the Templars' feet instantly turned into a bottomless black abyss, and countless white claws emerged from the darkness and grabbed the horses' feet, trying to drag them into the endless darkness.

"I won't let you succeed, Hughes! Holy Light Purification Level 5!" Pope Pros roared, and countless holy rays of light rained down from the sky.

A stream of white flames erupted from the white bone claws, burning to ashes in an instant, and many skeleton zombies couldn't stand the light and retreated. Hughes, however, stood proudly in the light, calmly, as if he was enjoying himself, "What?

"Aren't you even afraid of the Light? Looks like the day is really the right day. If you are allowed to continue to develop, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Pross said with a force of terror in his heart, "All the Templars obey the order and launch a charge attack on the evil necromancer Leven Theseus!

"Oh!" the Templars were unusually brave, spurred on by the money, and they rushed to Hughes in the first place. The heavy knight's sword in his hand reflected the rising sun, and the snow-white sword body exuded a dazzling red, revealing a bloodthirsty ferocity.

With the help of levitation, the Templars were as light as swallows, and their heavy armor seemed to be as light as nothing. The sturdy steed spread its hooves and leaped into the air, charging at Hughes at great speed. Seeing that the heavy sword was about to slide across Hughes's neck, a white light flashed at this moment, and he disappeared.

"What?" everyone present was taken aback.

"Gone?"

"Impossible!"

"I guess he escaped. ”

"He must have been purified by the light of His Holiness the Pope. ”

"Yes, yes, His Majesty the Pope's magic power is boundless, mighty and domineering!"

"Escape, purification, you must be underestimating me!" Hughes's vicious voice came from below, "it seems that I need to behave well." ”

The five thousand Templars looked down, and in an instant they all opened their mouths involuntarily, and their jaws almost dropped on the horse's back.

"How could he? how could he be there?" shouted a Templar.

Hughes was standing beside His Majesty Justinian, and a large, pale and thin hand was caught around his neck.

Levine Hughes...... Do you know what you're doing?" exclaimed Justinian, in horror.

"Of course I know exactly what I'm doing!, Your Majesty, don't move, just wait a moment!Quack!" Hughes let out a nasty laugh.

"Is this space magic? As far as I know, Hughes is very good at this kind of spell. With his ability, if he can't be defeated, he can easily escape, and there is no need to risk staying and kidnapping His Majesty Justinian. Unless...... He had something else to say......" Pope Pross muttered thoughtfully. After closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, he yelled at the five thousand Templars, "All put away their weapons and stay where they are! No one is allowed to move without my orders! Everything is premised on the safety of His Majesty Justinian's life!"

"Yes!"

After the order, Prologis tried to negotiate with Hughes: "Hughes, whatever you want, as long as you release His Majesty Justinian, Byzantium can meet any of your requirements?"

"Whatever I want, quack!" said Hughes, laughing maniacally again, "Very well, in that case, let your majesty be quiet, and I'll let him go after a moment." I promise not to hurt him a single hair, provided you don't act rashly, of course. ”

"Okay, let's wait!" Pope Pross agreed with a calm face. He carried his hands behind his back, and the fingers of one of his hands kept gesturing behind his back.

The Templars behind him understood this, and they communicated with each other in code, conveying the message to everyone present. After receiving the order, they secretly chanted incantations, and a faint curtain of light fell from the sky, forming a hemispherical shape that enveloped them and Hughes.

"Aren't you alright?" Pope Pros, rubbing his hands impatiently, a short wand spinning rapidly around his fingertips.

"Don't rush...... Don't worry, this is the most beautiful art in the world! quack!" Hughes glanced at the faint curtain of light in the sky and smiled disapplausively.

"Art?" is obviously not able to keep up with the thinking of a madman.

"Hughes, stop making pointless struggles, let your majesty go, I can consider sparing you from dying!" said Pope Pros, impatiently, apparently running out of patience.

At this moment, a terrifying howl sounded all around, and the fishy wind came, and countless zombie skeletons appeared in people's field of vision. The number of undead was terrifying, and they surrounded the five thousand Templars.

"Ahh His Majesty Justinian took the opportunity to rush to Pope Pros, and he let out a strange cry as he ran as he ran, and if anyone who did not know His Majesty Justinian saw it, they would think that it was a richly dressed undead zombie.

"Kill him now!" Pros yelled at the Templars as he grabbed Justinian, "Don't be afraid!

"For the sake of the Lord God!"

"The Light is with us!" the Templars shouted in unison, drawing their swords. A fierce attack was then launched at Hughes.

Hughes not only did not show the slightest hint of retreat, but laughed, "Quack! Art is an explosion!"

"Boom!" A green light erupted from within the barrier, and a heavy explosion resounded in the sky!

Pope Pros was dumbfounded and said, "Impossible! It is impossible for the undead to break through this barrier! Where did this zombie come from?"

"......Ahh How ......," Hughes looked intoxicated.

......The explosion continued, and the relentless venom and shockwave sent the Templars on their backs. They abandoned their armor and tried to flee, but the magical barrier used to protect them became a major obstacle.

"Cocooning and self-restraint...... You look really ugly!" Hughes's eyes were blue, and the explosion became more and more rapid.

"Do you use space magic to teleport the undead into the enchantment and then explode the corpses?" Prologis said with a blushing face, "and in turn using our magical enchantment......"

"Quack!" Hughes smiled and didn't speak.

"Killed Arroyo Constantine, fought with Van Keff Paul, and now uses space magic and high-level corpse explosions in a row......" said Pros, narrowing his eyes, "Hughes...... You're running out of gas, aren't you running out of gas!"

"Really? what do you think? Merlot Pross. ”

"Don't you try to see how you know the Dao?Demon Breaking Sword, Level 5!" Pross roared, and a dazzling white light burst out from his hand, turning into a cone and piercing Hughes's chest. (Demon Breaker: Light Mind.) Sincere believers prayed to the creator God for the power to judge all the sins of the world. Gathers light and telekinesis into a sharp sword that illuminates all the dark corners of the world and cuts away all uncleanness, which is especially effective against undead creatures and has a prominent purifying effect on undead magic. Initial Level 4)

"Wall of Bones!" Hughes clasped his hands together, and a row of sharp bone spurs erupted from around him.

"It's useless! Leven Theseus, you have been abandoned by the Lord God!"