Chapter 577 The Black Holy Spear of the Gravekeeper at Blackmoya Cemetery
Having eliminated most of the bone soldiers in an instant, Priest Fernand's face looked a little pale. After all, it was still a burden for him to control such a mystery.
"This leaves you alone."
Yin Ermia showed a ferocious smile like a hunter, and thunder and lightning wrapped around the fist armor, penetrating the air and making a "crackling" sound.
After a short period of energy accumulation, her body flew out at a speed that even broke the sound barrier, and only a purple stream of light could be seen flashing in mid-air.
The Spiritual King looked at Sister Ermia calmly, stood up from the throne, and slowly raised his hand.
"If that's the case...then go die."
The black scythe appeared in her hand and stood in front of her, blocking Sister Yirmia's surprise attack. The huge impact spread to all directions, making a deafening sound.
"Hahaha, it seems that he still has some abilities."
Sister Yin Ermia's body swayed, and she took a few steps back to relieve the force acting on her. At the same time, she was not to be outdone and charged forward again.
Although on the surface she was weaker than the King of Spirits, they were fighting back and forth for a while. Priest Fernand hurriedly hid in a safe place and watched their battle.
In the eyes of everyone entering, the people outside opened the door and walked out. They spoke fiercely, but with a domineering air that was beyond doubt.
The Spiritual King raised his spear, and with the tip of the spear as the center, the terrifying magic power ended.
The hurricane was restrained and transformed into a torrent of pitch-white light. This blazing cold magic power evaporated even the soft stones of the temple at the moment of contact.
The temple at this time——
Those ignorant villagers used the worst shield at this time. They were sure that the Spiritual King would use the priest again, so it would be difficult to affect those people above. If the people above were definitely killed, the Spiritual King would not be enough.
The magic power went to liberate Xiang Sheng.
That cross is an object used by ascetics to pray. After decades of practice, they have injected their own faith into the outside world. However, such an object can only resist a blow from the priest, which consumes all the strength.
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"There is no point in such a farce."
"——Shine in the final spear!"
The Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo's face was also pale. After all, resisting the priest's blow at such a close range was such an exciting experience that one will never forget it.
"That time it was probably doomed."
Fernand Yin'er sat down on the ground, caring about the dust and gravel below, and showed an expression that meant he was about to survive.
The Spiritual King relies on the vitality of the villagers to use the priest, and then converts it into magic power. Fortunately, the villagers have abundant vitality, so they only feel a little healthy.
"It's so boring."
Hitting the Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo again, the spiritual king waved the small sickle, and the jet-white magic power was entangled under it.
Along with your words, the small sickle in your hand emerged in mid-air, turned into jet-white particles, and finally reorganized into a ferocious jet-white gun.
"Lord, why have I abandoned you?"
"Tsk tsk——"
Didn't they go to search the mountain again? Those villagers rushed back through the buffer zone.
"Is he still dead? Looking at him, he really embarrasses the church."
Faced with the ridicule of the Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo, Fernand Yin'er just scratched his head, no matter what, surviving is not the worst.
Although it was said to be a gun, it was more like a deep and detailed light. The majestic magic power and breath surged down like a sea tide. For a while, even the gray locks on the body of the Noble Phantasm Mia Shunan were suppressed.
The Noble Phantasm Mia Shunan crossed his arms, and when you saw the slightly depressed and energetic state of the villagers, you knew that the King of Spirits was using the priest to extract the vitality of those people.
The incoming light emerged from under the cross, shrouding Xiang Shengmia Xiunan and Xiang Shengfeng Deyin'er. Although the light looked so soft and strong, it was strong against the impact of the jet-white light flow.
Destructible.
The jet-white torrent appeared several times more than when the jet-white gun appeared just now. The jet-white flow was so detailed that it even surpassed the darkness of night. Even Xiaoqi seemed to be frozen.
The wooden cross in your hand collapsed silently, turning into ashes and disappearing in the night wind.
Facing the jet-white light behind his eyes, the Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo took out a palm-sized wooden cross from his pocket, with a solemn and pious face.
"I actually survived. I thought I was going to die."
At the hunter's house, Biersak watched everything that happened from a distance, grabbed the giant ax he usually used outside, and rushed towards this side.
"It's really something that's worth it."
"That's true. Only such safe heretics should be excluded."
The earth-shattering attack of the priest was finally eliminated, and the ground of the temple was plowed out with ferocious traces. Only the front of Fernand Yin'er and the Noble Phantasm Mia Xiu'an were completely intact.
"Tsk tsk - look at his appearance."
"Huhu——"
The magic power condensed into a huge hurricane, and the petite body of the Spiritual King was not the center of the storm. At the same time, the villagers who were searching the mountain felt nothing and looked in the direction of the temple.
At that time, a rainbow light suddenly spread across the sky, attracting our attention, like a huge bridge across the sky.
The Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo looked at this pitch-white gun and murmured to himself, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.
The sky outside opened and was filled with a pitch-white storm, and at the same time, a sense of exhaustion surged down the body.
If the magic power in Ran Xiaoqi is so thin, how can anyone else support you in releasing the priest?
Although the priest's blow is not something you can resist, it's a good thing that you don't have anything like this in your hand. It was given to you by the father of the little cardinal.
At this time, the villagers also rushed over, and the little grandma was helped to the back, staring at us with malicious eyes.
"Something happened outside the temple!"
The Noble Phantasm Mia Shunan glanced at Fernand Yin'er and curled his lips subconsciously. Facing the priest who was about to fall down, you were not too relaxed.
"How dare you blaspheme our king..."
That is also a life-saving thing given to you by your little cardinal father.
He has no room to intervene in such a battle. Although the baptismal chant has an effect on the spiritual king, it is not too much. I am afraid that as soon as he takes action, his body will be cut off by the scythe.
Although he was even more hesitant to get rid of the Spiritual King, Noble Phantasm Mia Shuo knew that he would definitely block that blow. This was a priest's blow, the lowest fantasy of human beings.
"——Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."
"Take the move, Eighteen Fangs!"
A jeep sped beneath it, and finally landed in the middle of the temple, spinning to a stop, leaving a sharp sound and white tire tracks.
Fernand Yin'er looked sad. I felt that I was still very young and could die in such a careless manner. Although the treatment of those killed in battle by the Holy Church was really bad, I hope that I would never use this.