Light, endless light, and terrifying heat are flying and scattering with solid glorious debris. The stunningly bright and bright daylight is even enough to make the soul of the legendary powerful man feel stinging.

It must be admitted that the energy of the three morning star killer moves that burst together is absolutely amazing. When the flashing light that conceals every ray of law fluctuation in the space turns into an elliptical sphere with a diameter of tens of millions of kilometers on the earth, a new sun rises slowly on the battlefield between the four top strong men.

So at this moment, in this great wasteland not far from the Hatak Empire, except for the cold and insulated Ferren plane rock formations that have remained as still as mountains since ancient times, all the matter, energy, and laws within the range affected by the explosion were undoubtedly and naturally evaporated cleanly. Punk and Anthony, who were closer to the center of the explosion, were directly knocked out by shock waves with amazing potential energy.

Even because of the extremely violent energy impact, the magic protection on the body of the "Destruction Whisper" was almost used in a moment and was directly shattered by the earth-shaking law explosion. This shows how terrifying destructive power this frontal collision of the Morning Star killer move has.

"Motlett, your hell, damn, are you ready for Detma's "super" magic? Kona and I can't help you stop this monster indefinitely"!

Half kneeling on the ground of the truly spotless gray-white rock formation, and was also blown away far away. Anthony, who was worse than punk in shield state and even soul state, finally couldn't help but roar at his slow companion.

This is not because the "clean glow" who can always maintain a friendly and funny face on weekdays has a bad temper, but because he is really a little anxious.

After all, facing a "monster" who is capable of besieging three people on the same side and able to release Morning Star spell to counterattack, it is absolutely impossible for Morning Star Priest, as the main challenger, to say that it is not nervous. The crisp ticks of time loss are still louder and louder in his ears, while his unknown premonition and speculation in his heart are becoming more and more intense. After being under so much pressure and urging, even a person with a good temper may not be able to help but swear.

What's more, the "good temper" of "clean glow" is originally pretended......

Of course, no matter what the process is, what should come will come eventually. At least the facts will always prove to the leaders from time to time - it is still necessary to properly urge the slow subordinates.

For example, after Anthony got angry, Motlet, who was sweating heavily and slowly injecting energy into the magic model in his hand, finally completed the "super magic" that his companions had high hopes for. When the explosion shock wave swept across the battlefield and destroyed everything that could not reach the level of the morning star, the male priest who was carefully trying to control a small ball of entangled light in his palm could finally answer Anthony's words while starting to turn his eyes to look for the "destruction whisper" that was blown away.

"Don't worry, I have completed my magic, and that arrogant spellcaster is about to usher in his end"!

Subconsciously, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Motlett's tone was a little trembling, but his tone seemed very confident.

He believed in the Morning Star Divine Art in his hand, and he also believed that his two companions must have the ability to stop the enemy's counterattack and attack. It is precisely because of this trust that this priest who looked quite firm in his eyes chose to give up high-end defense without hesitation and invest all his energy and divine power in this only killer weapon.

And just as Motlet believes that his attack will surely establish a victory, Anthony, who seemed a little embarrassed after a Morning Star explosion, naturally believed in his ability. He believed that he would never let the caster break through the "unsecret" defense line, and he also believed that the principle of "two fists cannot beat four hands" will always be effective.

Priests are always so full of faith, right?

In fact, at this moment, the "Clean Glow" with a very optimistic attitude is still planning to stop punk from escaping and looting spoils:

"Punk is a spellcaster who is good at using multiple spell methods to fight. When he finds that he is unable to compete, he should choose to use certain cards to escape. And is the white staff he has been holding a piece of magical equipment? Well, maybe the key to this guy's escape is on that staff. You must stop it in time... According to His Highness Tyre, that Koona's combat power and combat experience seem to be much stronger than Motlett. As for Motlett, this important task must be handed over to her. As for Motlett......"

Motlett………

Little………

When the troubled thoughts came to this, I was always paying close attention to the "clean glow" where Punk was suddenly stunned.

Because just to his right, Motlet was at the location of Motlet, who was using divine magic to lock the target, just as he looked at the gaze of his light... I saw that the hazy shadow of Morning Star Pastor Motlet suddenly twisted and trembled without warning.

Then, under the silent view of the orange-red sky, amid the hustle and bustle of the storm of the law, a beautiful girl with long silver-white hair and lavender eyes maintained an absolutely silent posture and suddenly appeared behind the male priest who had no reaction......

“…………”

"No! Motlett! You idiot! Dodge it away"!

"Clang"!

Almost as the "Clean Glow" suddenly turned his head to his right, a clear sound of metal and music also echoed throughout the battlefield with the torn space fluctuations. Until the cold blade reflected the burning flames in the sky, Anthony's roar was completely unable to stop the sharp light representing death from leaving his body.

Yes, it's too late!

The reminder from the teammates was already meaningless for Motlet, who had wide eyes and looked in disbelief, because right beside him, just above his only two layers of magic defense shield, a sword light that looked like fallen leaves passing through the autumn water had already rushed from the dancing shadow, and the sharp eyes of the beautiful girl firmly locked the enemy's soul!

Seitis's Blade of Curing Spell - reveals its sharpness!
Chapter completed!