The blue-and-white lightning was like a dragon snake, carrying the demigod Kamilamia and suddenly falling, appearing below him faster than the unconscious paladin Klin.

Five slender jade fingers stood up together, and the nails glowed ominously purple-black, like a sharp sword smeared with poison, ready to pierce the enemy's chest and crush his heart completely.

At this moment, like the sandcastles on the beach gradually crumbling down, an old man with shackled hands walked out, with a withered face like rotten wood, and his hands and feet were thin and skinny, looking like a skeleton.

"I said, "How can a righteous man who walks in the right way be stained by darkness?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the unconscious paladin Klin, his body was once again filled with holy light, and formed an unbreakable protective shield.

The venerable demigod Camillamia, who was originally going to take the heart of the enemy with his hands, was unexpectedly encountered by such a strange method, the right hand with a power comparable to that of an artifact, and the sword that was formed in the mimic form, could not penetrate the shield of holy light.

However, as the lover of the necromancer Rodriguez and the heir of the orthodox bloodline of the descendants of the Old Gods, Camillamia's adaptability is also lightning fast.

Since the paladin Kling was protected by the Light, he immediately changed his tactics and used the ubiquitous wind element to condense a whirlwind out of thin air to restrain the enemies who were still falling.

Franklin, the Lord of Thunder, and Rodriguez, the Necromancer, saw this scene and looked at each other, both seeing the surprise on each other's faces.

Franklin, who had seen and heard a lot, couldn't help but sigh lightly: "It's not a great prophecy technique, but a holy presence technique with almost no different powers, holy words! I don't know which angel from Heavenly Mountain has descended, and he can actually inspire the light angel guardian in a hurry, this is a sixth-level divine skill." Ordinary archbishops may not be able to use it!"

As a sworn enemy of the Holy Light Sect, the necromancer Rodriguez knew too well about the Byozantines, and he took a look at the wooden shackles and the old man with a withered description, and even though he didn't know who the other party was, he guessed his identity.

"Who else is a clergyman who voluntarily wears the yoke of faith and is above the archbishop, who else but Flavi Constantine, a pure-blood descendant of the old gods, bows his knees to the Holy See of Light, damned traitors, who have tarnished the glory of the ancestral gods. ”

Franklin, the King of Thunder, glanced at Master Rodriguez in surprise and exclaimed, "I thought he was dead a long time ago, and exchanged the land for the position on the Heavenly Mountain, but I didn't expect Konstantin to be alive?"

Necromancer Rodriguez's nose was crooked, and he scolded: "Far beyond the life of ordinary people, I estimate that he used the Holy Light to transform his life form into a Holy Spirit similar to an angel, and judging from the effect of the Holy Presence just now, Constantine's rank should be the next three angels of light." ”

Franklin, the king of thunder, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, needless to say, it must be the favor of the old gods, telling the truth close to the truth in a special tone.

"Constantine's current state, one-third is an angel and two-thirds is a human, that is, to completely destroy his current body, as long as the angel of light on the heavenly mountain still exists, he will not die completely. In this way, it is a bit difficult to kill him. ”

Necromancer Rodriguez raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression of jealousy turned cold: "You don't have to kill this traitor. We can use a war of attrition to keep the holy power in his body wasted. In the end, when Konstantin is exhausted, he can seal it with the Otherworldly Curse Prison and even search for the coordinates of Heavenly Mountain. ”

Franklin, the King of Thunder, immediately had a satisfied smile on his face, and at this moment, the high-ranking magic "Thunder Hell Forest" that had been brewing for a long time was ready, and the thunderclouds with a radius of more than two hundred miles had completely enveloped the hinterland of the Wheat Plains.

"Bloom!"

With the order of the king of the qi element realm, the vast thunderclouds under his feet began to roll violently, and the qi elements continued to converge, colliding with each other and wiping out countless fine arcs, which were continuously adsorbed and condensed according to the principle of proximity.

In the blink of an eye, countless rays of golden and red lightning slashed down wildly, slamming everything that was shrouded in high-level magic regardless of whether they were friends or enemies.

This is the ultimate magic achieved in accordance with the law of the jungle of the jungle and natural selection, and it is also the most cruel and ruthless knockout game, people who are not strong enough are not qualified to live at all, and those who can stand firmly and survive are all transcendents who are absolutely strong in spirit and body.

Camillamia was considered the most powerful semi-mythical creature among all the people present, and the paladin Klin, who was guarded by the "Angel of Light", survived.

The old man Konstantin, who described the withered tree, even stood on the ground unscathed, but with his iron heart, he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the miserable state of Baiozantium at this time.

The New World ranks among the top ten, and the only two belong to the Holy Light Holy See's Holy Shield and Holy Spear Knights, except for the two leaders, the rest were burned alive on the spot after bathing in the Thunder Hell Forest.

The body full of holy light can avoid some damage from the qi element, but it can't protect against the high temperature of lightning, after all, they are flesh and blood, not half-energy, half-flesh science magicians.

The number of clergy killed by Franklin, the Lord of Thunder, tonight, made him the most cold-blooded and brutal executioner in the last hundred years.

If nothing else, the title of "Enemy of the Light" will be removed from Vlad, Grand Duke of Blood and owner of Castlevania.

At this moment, the Tide Lord Greon silently launched, and when the overall situation was decided, Franklin, the king of thunder, had enough hatred, he didn't mind stepping forward in person and kicking Bai Zantium standing on the cliff.

The Alanza River, which flows through the Wheat Plain, is a large river that meanders and flows, although the riverbed rises and sinks due to the earthquake, and there is a temporary waterfall effect with a huge drop, but the river can still remain the same as before, but the river has become turbid, and it cannot recover at all in ten days and half a month.

The water elementals, repelled by the high concentration of light, obeyed the call of the Tide Lord Greon and surged merrily, and they vied to unleash their pent-up enthusiasm, causing the water level of the Alanza River to rise dramatically, overflowing the wide channel, submerging the rudimentary embankments, and silently but uncontrollably spreading out to the surroundings.

The ruins of Baiozantium, full of dilapidated ruins, bloody wreckage, and charred corpses by thunder, were completely submerged by the raging river before they could be buried and buried.

The "last disciple" Konstantin saw that in the blink of an eye, Baiozantium had become a lonely boat in the vast ocean, and he couldn't help but feel sad, he desperately broke the shackles of faith and released the holy power that had been accumulated in his body for hundreds of years in one breath.

He stood on the surface of the water with his feet on the water, his hands in an outstretched position, a glass-like holy light appeared between his shoulders, and his chin passed through his throat to his navel, and a condensed holy light appeared like a substance, forming a huge imprint.

"Holy, holy, holy!"

The sacred half-body of Constantine, the angel of light hidden on the mountain of heaven, descended as if it were a voice, appearing in the heart of the wheat plain that had become the kingdom of Ze, hanging on the top of the cathedral of Baiozantium.

The holy steel armor quietly fell, revealing a pair of compassionate eyes, looking down on all the sinners whose hands were stained with blood, and looking directly at the root behind this battle, the will of the Nine Hells!