"The deep night, the shadow of nothingness. The deepest and darkest abyss, the sleeping trolls respond to the master's call and reveal your body."

Laxis recited the spell without any haste. The dark black twelve stars summoned magic circle and completed it at a fast speed. Moya didn't even have time to stop the enemy from summoning, and the passage to twisted space had already opened.

"It's worthy of being an eighteenth-level undead mage, it's really amazing..." Moya believed that she could not achieve this speed in a short period of time. Moreover... the level of the monster summoned by Laxis is not low, and they are also the nine lords of the Abyss Demon Realm. The Earth Demon is a descendant of the greedy ancient demon in the wilderness period. Both strength and attack and defense are above the Flame Demon.

Just by watching Laxis summon the Earth Demon, Moya knew that the black magician was even more powerful than imagined and legendary.

It is not something that ordinary mages can do to subdue Demort, not to mention that he is still a human. No matter what kind of Laxis should be classified as now, he is indeed a human being.

With a human being, it is indeed not easy to do this.

"I want to engage in a magical battle with the Black Magician. What if the rest can't help, you guys are careful." After dropping this sentence hurriedly, Moya began to think about how to go to the first part after applying the flying technique to Sistale.

If it is a battle between ordinary mages, perhaps the first or third level spells are used as a test to see the opponent's strength, and then the best magic is the best.

But the other party is the most outstanding black magician in history in recent years, so there is no need to play such tricks with him.

"Dark entanglement!!"

Before Laxis could move the monster he summoned, he couldn't wait to launch the next round of attack.

The black vine suddenly appeared out of thin air and entangled Moya's body as the mage's spell ended.

"Moya?"

"Don't panic, it's a mental attack." Moya ignored the black vines that were getting tighter and tighter on her body; "Go and attack the lich directly. If they lose their control, the undead will be much easier to deal with. The 'Goddess Love' on your body is a powerful tool to deal with the undead. Their death magic will not hurt you, but be careful of the high-level undead summoned by the lich, such as the Death Knight and the Ghost Dragon. These high-level undead physical attacks are very strong. Goddess Love's defense against physics is not as good as magic, so be careful. I am busy dealing with the black magic master and I really have no time to distract myself and take care of you."

"I know, you are careful." Sistaer turned around and rushed to the center of the undead army where the lichs gathered. Before leaving, he gently held Moya's right hand and then let go.

I don’t know when it started, but before each separation, they would symbolically hold each other’s right hands, which has become a habit.

"Luqi, go and help him. If you dare to retreat, see if I won't peel your dragon skin!!" He was worried that Sistale would fight alone, and Moya summoned the demon dragon Luqi again.

Under the threat of his master, Lu Qi rushed towards the undead reluctantly, and his huge body rushed left and right in the army of undead, and used the demon dragon's stronger body to slash the skeleton into pieces.

"Earth crack slash!!"

Sistaer slashed out a long sword with a magic sword with flames. All the skeletons that touched the flames were stirred into pieces, and the snow-covered earth was also slashed out with a deep crack, revealing the land that was blackened by the arrival of the dead.

"Dare to break into my army alone, boy, don't you want to live?" Lich King Samat was very angry at Sistaer's behavior of breaking into the undead army alone. He felt despised.

"Soldiers, kill him!!"

The undead silently responded to the Lich's command with his actions.

But the quick figure of the night elves shuttled up and down the dead, and the flame sword in his hand always melted every skeleton trying to get close to it into dead bones.

"Sigh of death!!"

Samma took a level five undead spell when he made a move. He couldn't wait for his skeleton soldiers to consume the opponent's physical strength by using wheel battles. Just look at his skills and know that he is definitely not an ordinary warrior. It would be better to use undead magic to solve this problem at one time.

The Lich King exuded a black aura of death in his hands, surrounding Sistale, who was trapped in battle with the skeleton at an extremely fast speed.

Just as Samma was smiling and preparing to collect his own battle results, the warrior who should have been eroded and suffocated by the undead spell did not fall down, and a soft golden light that was fatal to the undead was emitted.

"Ah~~~~~~ The power of light!!"

All the lichs covered their eyes with their long and tattered sleeves, and the undead near Sistah also turned into dust under the sacred light.

"You...you...paladin, Sistaer-Winn...the abominable church of light!!" The Lich King tried hard to distinguish his familiar appearance under the hood, and a name suddenly jumped into his mind.

"This power...is it possible that you hold the dragon covenant?" Samaritan asked while resisting the power of light that was constantly emitted from Sistale.

As the guardian paladin of the Temple of War, it is very likely to summon the dragon clan. Isn’t the temple’s highest secret technique, “Summoning Dragon”, an advanced summoning technique similar to the “Dragon Clan Covenant”? If this is true, the battle plan with Plaalis City this time has to be redeployed.

"Dragon Covenant? How is it possible, at least as far as the current situation is concerned, the Church of Light cannot use this artifact." Although surprised by the spontaneous activation of "Goddess' Love", after feeling that it was not harmful to him, Sistale also thought of replying to the Lich King's answer.

"It's not the Dragon Clan Covenant, how is this... this possible!!" Samar was surprised and began to quickly plan the corresponding strategy.

Not the Dragon Clan Covenant? It's impossible.

In addition to the "Dragon Covenant" and "Power of Light" held by the Church of Light, the three artifacts held by the Goddess of Light have never appeared since the death of the previous generation of God's envoy. Another artifact, "The Love of the Goddess", was also lost in the Emerald Valley after the battle with the Temple of Curses eight hundred years ago.

Could it be... this kid is the new generation of divine envoys?

It is possible that the secret lie lurking in the capital is not a reward, and Sistall Wenyin is one of the seven candidates to participate in the next emperor.

"So, you have the 'power of light', no wonder you dare to break into the camp of the undead alone." A rare fear appeared in the Lich King's eyes.

After hearing what Samah said, the other lichs immediately moved their steps and tried to distance themselves from Sistale.

"The Power of Light" is also known as "Shatters of the Sun" and is the only artifact with attack power among the three major artifacts of the Light Church. Its pure power of light has extremely strong lethality to the undead spirits, and can directly burn the undead body of the undead spirit, and even the soul can be burned.

The divine messenger who holds "the authority of light" is the only person on earth who can truly kill the dead spirits.

Compared with the undead mage who still has half of the human body, the lichs are more likely to be purified by the sacred power of "the authority of light", and of course they will feel scared. The body can be regenerated, but if even the soul disappears, the undead will no longer be an immortal body.

Thinking of this, Sama couldn't help but focus his attention on the black magician floating in the air. At the moment, he could only hope for this great magician. Although he also had a way to deal with the artifact of light, he would never use such tricks that harm others and are not good for himself until the last moment.

"There are few masters from the Ice Crystal Continent, young people, you should not be from this continent." Seeing that his spiritual magic did not work, Laxis asked with a obviously awkward general question.

He has been a dark mage for hundreds of years. Apart from spells, he rarely speaks. In addition to the fluctuations of black magic, the dark mage opposite has other powers.

If possible, Laxis does not want to fight with mages of the same line. The magical battle between superior mages is both long and dangerous. If you are not careful, it will merge or backfire due to the commonality between magical magic. He is only a temporary cooperation with the undead, and his purpose is to destroy the Mirat Cathedral that has imprisoned him for hundreds of years.

If this dark mage could be told to give up joining hands with the Church of Light, it might be easier to deal with the Paladin who holds the artifact below.

"I am Laxis, the eighteenth-level upper dark magician. If you can give up joining hands with the Church of Light to fight the undead, I will be happy to share with you my experience of dark magic." Laxis gave a standard mage ceremony and threw out an attractive bargaining chip.

The pursuit of advanced magic has always been the most irresistible temptation for mages of all types. Laxis's proposal is a great temptation to any dark mage. If it were other dark mages, no one would have rejected this proposal.

In any case, no dark mage would sincerely abide by the Simpnati Treaty and tear down the alliance agreement with the Church of Light. In Laxis's opinion, it would be a matter of time sooner or later.

But this time, the Black Magician is probably going to be disappointed.

"Moya Fassi, third-level dark apprentice. I'm sorry I can't agree to your conditions, respect the Dark Magician. You have always been my role model for my life in the first fifty years, but even so, I have to reject your extremely attractive conditions."

"You..." Laxis got angry for the first time in hundreds of years. Unexpectedly, someone would blatantly reject him, and he did not use any respect in his words.

Don't this guy know what to do with him?

"A apprentice. Hum...Young man, since you know that I am a black magician, you dare to say such things. Can an apprentice use the eleventh level upper magic? Who are you lying to!!"

"Swear in the name of the beautiful Dark Moon Goddess, every word I say is the truth."

"You are playing a dangerous game, young man. Do you know that this will kill you? For four hundred years, no one has dared to tease me like you." Laxis began to gather a strong murderous intent.

The goddess of dark moon Garcia, the goddess of curses and lies, swears in her name. Isn’t this the biggest lie?

"Oh, I forgot to explain. The Dark Apprentice is just my previous title, so let me introduce it again." She took off the gray cloak and the hood that covered her appearance, revealing the black priest robe embroidered with white roses inside; "My full name is Moya-Fasce-Trut-Ludwissi, the high priest of the night elves and the third-level war priest."
Chapter completed!