Leonard stared blankly as the air sword pierced his body-protecting fighting spirit and penetrated into his body. The severe pain gave him an unreal feeling. How could he be dragged out of the Holy Blessing Technique?
of?
That is a high-level magic, a high-level magic that no one can break except for divine power.
Someone once experimented. Six angels shined the holy light together, an esoteric mage cast esoteric magic at it, and seven or eight high-level sword masters surrounded it and hacked at it, but they could not break it before the holy blessing disappeared.
The only drawback may be that the duration is too short, only a few dozen seconds, and it cannot be moved. However, combined with the teleportation scroll, it is the best life-saving trick.
He spent a lot of money to get this from His Majesty Guliani, but a gray skeleton put his hand into it? Could it be that he bought a fake?
No matter how rich his imagination is, he only dares to think that he has bought a fake, and he will not think that the skeleton in front of him has divine power, or is directly a god.
Am I going to die? Will I die? Wuwuwu~~, I don’t want to die, I am the knight of God, I have a lot of money, many lovers, and many things that I haven’t enjoyed, I don’t want to die, Wuwuwu...
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Feeling something passing by, Leonard finally realized what was going to happen. He collapsed to the point of crying. He vaguely seemed to hear a voice in his heart yelling: Idiot!
"Why are you crying? Are you afraid of death? Don't be afraid. We will extract your soul and die after asking about the things you are interested in." Luther comforted him, but still worried, he pressed down on Leonard's leg.
, grabbed his hand, clasped his neck, and then greeted him back.
Felin came over, put his index finger on Leonard's brow bone, his middle finger on his temple, and his thumb on his cheekbone, and recited a spell.
"Ah~~!" The pain of having his soul extracted made the dying Leonard reflect. His whole body tensed up, but he was held down firmly by Luther.
The blue soul flame was forcefully pulled out from his seven holes. It went smoothly at first, but halfway through, it turned into black smoke. Leonard went limp and died.
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"Ah? What's going on?" Luther asked in surprise. Didn't this situation succeed?
Feilin's expression became solemn: "His soul has been branded with a seal, and it will melt when someone extracts it."
Luther had no reaction when he heard this, but Lisa was shocked: "Can you put a seal on the soul of the Knight of God? Who can do such a thing?"
No matter who can do this kind of thing, his strength must be much higher than that of Leonard, and this method is not like the method of the Church of Light. In other words, the person behind Leonard is Lisa.
unfamiliar.
This is troublesome, the truly terrifying thing is the unknown enemy.
Luther said angrily: "Oh, I didn't expect that the soul could be sealed. If I had known it, I would have stopped killing him and asked for some information first. This guy has a bad mouth, but he is very timid. He was scared to tears just now.
Already."
Feilin also said with regret: "I'm careless, but there are still many enemies here. Let's pick a few to search for souls while they are fresh."
Lisa shook her head: "It's no use. These people are obviously from the Church of Light. What they know has long been interrogated by the two female pastors sent by Luther. Have you finished questioning the dead one? Search the memory and verify it again."
As for the living one, if you compare the two, there will be no mistakes or omissions."
After a pause, Lisa added: "Unless they are the heavy-armored swordsmen killed by Lord Ange, they may know something, but their souls were hooked and killed by Lord Ange."
"Ah? Why do you say that?" Luther asked in confusion.
"Can't you see? Heavy armored swordsmen and these paladin priests are not the same, and I don't know when the Church of Light had such a force... Lord Ange! What are you doing!?
"Lisa said.
While everyone was chatting, Lisa happened to look up in the direction of Ange, and what she saw made her subconsciously scream.
Ange was picking off a ball of soul fire from the Death's Scythe and handing it to the angel skeleton, while the little zombie was already holding a ball of soul fire in his hand and chewing on it. He didn't know how many he had eaten. Anyway, the god of death
There is only one soul flame left on the scythe.
Lisa was so happy that she exclaimed on the spot: "The soul of the heavy armored swordsman, isn't it!? Sir, is it the soul of the heavy armored swordsman!?" She thought that the soul was taken away by the scythe of death.
It's gone. Is it possible that all the souls that were taken away are hanging on the sickle blade?
Ange nodded.
"It's so good, so good, don't eat it, don't eat it, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's gone," Lisa exclaimed in annoyance.
As soon as she said, "That's great," the Angel Skeleton hugged Soul Fire into his arms and looked at her warily. When she said, "Don't eat it," the Angel Skeleton bit into Soul Fire and escaped.
I sucked it all in at once, as if I was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
Just like that, a ball of soul fire that may contain precious information and memories disappeared from the mouth of the angel skeleton, and everyone's eyes fell on the last flame on the Ange sickle blade.
"You're not allowed to eat!" Lisa lifted her robe and rushed forward with the momentum of a tauren aunt!
After saving the soul fire of the last heavily armored swordsman, Feilin chanted a spell to extract the memory from his soul, but this was obviously not an easy task. Feili's expression was distorted, as if he was constipated.
After a long while, Fili stopped tiredly, sliding to the ground as if he had run several marathons, and was supported by Lisa, who was well prepared.
It seemed difficult? Ange tilted his head and looked at the angel skull.
The angel skeleton was digesting the soul fire. Seeing Ange looking over, he quickly spit out a small ball of impurities and handed it to Ange. For the soul fire, memory is impurity, and the ball spit out by the angel skeleton was all memory.
It’s not that difficult... Ange patted Lisa on the shoulder and handed over the soul fire that was full of memories.
After figuring out what was inside, Lan, Lisa and Feilin looked at each other, especially Feilin. He almost exhausted all his strength to feed, but he was still worse than an angel skeleton?
What shocked him even more was that the little zombie also vomited out a ball of impurities and held it up in front of Ange for praise.
Feilin had exhausted all his strength, so Lisa and Lan could only digest these two impurity soul fires. After a lot of work, the two women got some information that shocked them.
"I'll say it first, and then you guys will confirm it." Felin said: "These heavy-armored swordsmen are not specifically designed to restrain magicians. They can only suppress elements, but they are immune to holy light. They are specifically used to deal with priests and paladins.
And the Priests of Light, they have a special name - the Judgment Army."
"That's right, little Luther, go drag the body of a heavy-armored swordsman over, hurry up." Lisa said.
Luther, who was called 'Little', had black lines on his face. He reluctantly dragged the body of a heavy-armored swordsman back. It took some effort to take off the heavy armor that was tied tightly.
A body wrapped in bandages was revealed.
"The bandages are all covered with holy seals. They were cut from the shroud." Lan subconsciously took a step back and said in shock.
Seeing these holy seals, she felt a faint pain in the runes on her body, even though she had lost all her memory long ago and could not remember that feeling at all.
None of the three lichs dared to touch these bandages. It was Luther who tore them open, revealing a body with ulcerated skin underneath. The smell exuding from it made Luther understand that the faint odor on the heavy armored swordsman was.
Where did it come from? It came from the ulcerated skin.