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Chapter three hundred and ninth infatuation

Large areas of muddy soil burst out, and the rotten smell that dispersed in the air filled everyone's nostrils, but they had no time to care about whether they were unlucky enough to be covered with a layer of mud. They looked straight at the supporting statue.

The tall undead beings from Tianzhi and Earth advanced towards the city. The oppression brought by the two eyes like a red gold furnace made them give up thinking and resisting. The absolute suppression of the size made them feel powerless from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't panic!" Just when the panic began to spread quietly, the voice that had been commanding the battlefield exploded, "dong dong dong" slowly black shadows covered everyone's figure. They were no strangers. The next moment, countless gargoyles appeared

Along with the screams of ghosts, they fell, possessed by fear.

The reaction speed of the low-level mercenaries assigned was much slower than usual, and in this specific environment, many low-level mercenaries were indifferently smashed to death. Countless ghosts took the opportunity to sneak in and were shocked by the landing of gargoyles.

The other mercenaries tried to stir up the chaos of the previous round again.

"Holy light heals!" Soft and pale golden light poured over everyone's heads. Wisps of black smoke rose from the heads of the mercenaries with red eyes who were possessed by ghosts. Their chaos and madness began to dissipate, and they began to organize and exterminate these sudden descendants.

The gargoyle mercenaries couldn't help but look at the source of the light. Those wearing

The white-robed envoys in pure white holy robes holding unified staffs stood in a row in front of the castle, that is, in front of the private lounge for high-level mercenaries that they saw before dawn. Dawn was stunned for a moment. This? No wonder it can be done.

You managed to recover so quickly, but why did you suddenly reveal your back row? Are you going to enlarge your moves?

"Let the filthy life be purified!" The brilliant glow did not dim but became more and more prosperous. The soft and light wings were spread out, and the body was covered with classical chain mail. The eyes were like stars, and the bright golden halo was naked on the ground.

It shows his holy identity, an angel. It is an angel with two wings, but this is not enough

What surprised Liming, a veteran otaku who had seen the world in the game for a long time, was that the other party's appearance was so similar to the legendary angel that Liming had seen when he was introduced into the hall by Priest Qilica.

, no way? All angels should have almost the same shape, that’s definitely the case.

"Hiss" heavy breathing came from the mercenaries' front amplifier, and they discovered that the source of the sound was actually the huge undead creature?

If the bellows that has been agitated to the extreme is full of gaps and not closed, it seems to be a useless effort. However, this skeletal life is obviously not doing a useless effort. It uses special means to absorb the huge airflow into the hollow chest, which looks like the same from a distance.

muddy water,

The withering death energy is just a by-product of the corrupted soil that became active after the death of a large number of low-level undead creatures. However, if this power is unified by undead life as huge as the skeleton beast, it will undoubtedly be very terrifying.

The massive necromantic power.

"Hoo!" The thunderous roar resounded through the clouds, and the trembling air bursts echoed through its throat. It raised its mountain-like head of bones, which gave all living beings great fear, and faced the tiny but emitting head in the sky.

A grand, bright shadow.

"Holy Light Prayer!" The gilt sword was being forged in the air at the same moment he raised his hand. The originally bright sky around him seemed to darken, but it was not the Holy Light itself that shone down on the sky but his own luminosity that decreased.

The light released was high, like a meteor, a light cannon formed by the deep, viscous and pure necromantic power that erupted with thunder.

"Crack!" A pale golden curtain opened in front of him, and pale cracks appeared in the light curtain. He actually plunged into the undead heavy cannon with a radius of more than a hundred meters, and the burning holy flame lit up and steamed on the edge of his wings.

The dark golden light outside the wings provided him with a boost. He pressed the sword tightly with both hands, firmly resisting the impact of the heavy cannon. The tsunami-like wind pressure was accompanied by the undead light cannon.

Rising and sweeping this land, people

We saw the golden meteorite being pushed into the sky little by little by the ink-black light pillar. The cold and evil airflow that had lost the suppression of the holy light spread out. The cross section of the light pillar that the angel resisted was used as the boundary. Above it was the holy light field that symbolized brightness and warmth.

Below is the undead realm that symbolizes the coldness of death. The incomplete souls that are blown away like wisps of cooking smoke are stimulated by the high concentration of undead power and are instantly transformed into resentful spirits. They howl and release their chaotic thoughts in the most wanton way.

"Are you going to lose?" Dawn stared at the angel. He had an indescribable intuition. The scene was obvious, but he felt that it would not lead to the ending it deduced. Dawn could feel the constant flow around him.

Fermented fear and uneasiness, even if there were countless high-level mercenaries and alchemists before

The big lightning strike and the magic crystal cannon served as their backbone, but their enemies were not of the same magnitude as before. What's more, they saw angels. Once they were linked to angels, they were basically the domain of gods. If angels failed to support, they would be swallowed up.

Among the undead power, the morale collapsed absolutely catastrophically.

"Ah!" The hysterical scream penetrated into the angel's body through the shallow golden light curtain. For a time, the whole world seemed to be trapped in eternal darkness and pain. Under him was the corruption of all living beings' nightmares.

The soil and the ultimate undead creature standing on it, but so what?

"Huhu" he felt that the momentum under him had dropped too much. The holy wings spread out, and the holy flames burned blazingly at this moment. He was bathed in the red sun, no, the dark gold crown condensed on his forehead.

Fever is beyond all radiance, the divine ultimate, He is above the sun!

As soon as the sword body turned, the blade pointed directly at the giant beast that could explode with vast decaying power in one breath. With both arms gathering the mighty power of the holy light, press!

"Empty!" The high concentration of necromantic power at the level of a liquid column caused a series of buzzing sounds in the air. Now the continuous muffled buzzing sound was broken, and the "clang" violent explosive energy crash took over the buzzing sound.

Heaven and earth, the holy light is overwhelming the realm of death. From a distance, the insurmountable mountain is disintegrating. The dazzling beam of light is growing on top of the heavy cannon that suppresses the dead souls in the darkness. The light radiation suddenly expands and penetrates.

In the suppressed realm of the undead, black smoke broke through the thick barrier of the undead realm one after another. The moment the holy light fell on the dense gray dead soil, it rose to the sky like a prayer firework. "Boom!" The angel's body sank,

After piercing through the black lacquer light cannon that remained intact, a brilliant wheel of light emerged behind him. The pierced undead heavy cannon completely collapsed and was covered by a blazing halo of light. The light spread toward the deep undead curtain, parting the night and recasting the day.

"Boom!" The solid light penetrated straight through the skeletal beast that still looked up to the sky. The "hoo" of the explosive wind drowned out all sounds. The shattered and disintegrated bones expanded into mushroom clouds of dust, and the eyes that were as eternal as molten gold were extinguished.

In the storm that gathered all the hustle and bustle of the world, the "whirring" light

Just like the holy light that penetrated the barrier of the undead realm earlier, it fell on this corrupted soil. The plains of white light spread out to cover the three hundred kilometers of land centered on the original skeletal beast. The holy light that was washed away out of control flooded the ground.

In the soil invaded by the death energy, large scorched black air waves burst into the sky.

"..." Liming knew what the other party did at the last moment without having to sense it. It was the first time he had ever witnessed a miracle, completely purifying the undead and natural disasters!

After the wind, people saw the color of the spherical depression hundreds of meters deep under the deep depression. It was a natural dark brown. It was the color cherished by life and the color opposite to the dead!

"Papa" One mercenary knelt down, followed by another. They made crosses with their hands on their chests, shoulders and foreheads, praying devoutly. The sun was sucked in by the clear sky that had not opened for a long time, and the soft and warm light lit up.

Their expressions, and behind them were a line of white-robed palace envoys with solemn expressions holding staffs. At this moment, it seemed as if they were in a magnificent temple with the Supreme God of Light in front of them.

"Is this the power of a god?" Li Ming whispered like a dream chant.

"That is the power we must achieve to transcend." Cyril said in an unquestionable and firm tone.

"Even if you say so, that's all, then I'll give it a try. I really doubt that the sickly sirens are worried that I will be autistic due to these shocks?" Li Ming's words stopped for a moment and then he said in a joking tone.

At this end, the alchemists did not insist on stopping the mercenaries who insisted on kneeling, but just said to them, "Please cherish every minute of rest and don't let down your guard."

"Akarissa, do you think we are a little reckless?" The warrior said to the mage whose forehead was a little red and swollen. He was supposed to help him apply some medicine, but the other party waved his hand and refused decisively.

"Reckless? Did you not realize it until now?" Akarissa carefully poured out some potion from the medicine bottle in her hand and carefully wiped it on her forehead. "You can get a rapid improvement in one go. Do you believe this?

, well, it’s not entirely your fault. I’m also a little enthusiastic. As a mage, I can also detect

I feel that the concentration of magic power has indeed increased to a certain extent, but we still need time to grow and adapt. When I came to Fister to collect resources, practice combat skills, and use the resources to defend the city to be promoted quickly, I admit that my thinking was too simple.

We are really confused by this trend."

"That's right! I really wish I could reach the level of Sky Striker Senior in no time. Then we don't have to fight against any skeleton demon like now. We are very afraid of it." The warrior held his long sword and said to himself.

He said to himself.

"Zhaguli, if you have time to think about this, why not think about how to control me in a more appropriate way next time the ghost traps me instead of knocking me out violently! You did it so lightly, I

I’m really scared.” Akarissa pouted.

"Ahem, how about I ask you to knock me down next time I'm trapped by a ghost?" Zaguli said with a smile.

"Forget it! If you are trapped by a ghost, it will be over!" Akarissa rolled her eyes.

"Well, otherwise I'll leave this to you." Zaguli handed a jade pendant-shaped magic weapon he was wearing to Akarissa, who put a hand on her forehead as if accepting her fate, "What the hell are you doing?"

Do you understand what I said? Just take it! Look more accurately next time!"

"Then I'll try to be more careful and accurate next time." Zaguli hesitantly put the magic weapon on his waist.

"No, you'd better not pray for a next time!" Akarissa crossed her arms, Zaguli looked at the former helplessly, thinking about which step he made wrong?

"However, Zaguli, I have thought about something similar to what you said. Maybe there will be a day in the future when we can live a peaceful life without having to worry about this or that. In fact, I would like to have such a future.

Very satisfied." Akarisa looked at Zaguli, who was looking at her blankly, and a smile appeared on the latter's face, "I think so too,"...


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