"Actually, I'm a religious believer..."

After bulging the green spell shield to block a sword of judgment that fell from the sky, Naili then jumped back gently.

It was this seemingly powerless leap that actually made Naili cross more than ten meters away.

"Then what?"

boom!

Before he could land, three dazzling crosses of holy light suddenly rushed from the ground, and the stormy light elements violently whipped Naili's spell shield.

"Then……"

With the strong shield, Naili completely ignored the opponent's attack. Although he was standing on the dome of the hall that was already bumpy and even a little crumbling, the battle between the three seemed to be completely unaffected. Perhaps many people did not realize this. They, who were originally just ordinary people, had some extraordinary possibilities after experiencing this game...

“… Come out, my twelve apostles.”

Naili spread his arms, and twelve dazzling green light pillars suddenly soared into the sky, a large amount of strong dead aura began to roll out, and even the golden dome around it began to gradually become invaded into a rotten ink color.

"No! Don't let him summon it successfully!"

Long-term battle with the necromancers has made Don Quixote understand one truth: Don't let the necromancers have enough time, because time is the best comrades in the army of these believers in Asha.

"In the name of the Lord, amen!"

Without Don Quixote's reminder, the eight golden crosses that were constantly choosing behind Gordon immediately shot a powerful torrent of light elements towards Naili. The rushing light purified the gradually corroded air while accurately attacking the eight of the twelve light columns. Gordon was obviously very clear that his offensive could not break Naili Fei's defense, so he simply chose to interrupt the other party's summoning.

Boom boom boom boom~~~~~

Soon, a huge explosion continued to explode in everyone's ears, and the entire hall trembled violently. The beams of the stone pillars made a painful squeak, as if they were about to collapse.

However, what made Don Quixote happy was that as the explosion sounded, the twelve beams of light also extinguished eight of them in an instant.

“yes!”

Even Gordon cheered with a rare buzz, but within a few seconds, the expression on his face frozen...

"this………………"

Among the slightly dissipated smoke and dust, twelve wore spider gold crowns, exquisite black robes, silver sleeveless chain armor, dark gold skull tin staff, and a black book of the dead tied around their waists. The feet floated gently in the air from the ground, and their dry skin was tightly attached to the bones. The extremely terrifying corpse witch appeared in everyone's vision.

Although they are corpse witches, they are very different from ordinary corpse witches because their bodies look a little blurry and seem to have some characteristics of ghost-type undead.

"Ah, it seems to be a step slower."

He waved his right hand to remove the dust in front of him, and Naili slowly walked to the middle of the twelve corpse witches.

"They are all corpse witches made of mages I have killed. Although their strength is average, I am a very old man. Even if I can summon the bone dragon, I still don't want to throw them away, so I spent a lot of effort to improve them a little..."

The plain narrative cannot cover up a very terrifying fact, and Don Quixote and Gordon can't help frowning at the same time.

"... Now they should not be called corpse witches, but ghost witches. As for why they are called that..."

As he said that, Naili showed a faint smile and waved his short staff.

As he moved, the twelve ghosts held up the Book of the Dead on their waists at the same time, and their upper and lower jaws began to shake regularly, as if they were chanting some kind of spell silently, and a small dark green halo quickly condensed at the top of their tin staff.

“…I’ll understand it myself.”

Whoosh ~!

After talking, the twelve ghost witches raised their tin staff at the same time. Twelve green light columns instantly shot out from the top of the tin staff, roaring towards Gordon and Don Quixote.

Faced with such a close-range large-scale attack, the two of them, as priests and knights, were naturally difficult to avoid, so they simply supported the defense and planned to withstand the attack.

Bang bang bang~~!

The moment the light column landed, it made not an explosion, but a very strange muffled sound. However, the sound was not loud but did not mean it was powerless. Just looking at the marble that gradually rotted into soil and the poisonous clouds that covered the sky and the sun, it was clear that these light columns were not harmless.

"Ahem, damn..."

Gordon's painful cough came from the thick green poisonous cloud. Obviously, he did not expect that the opponent's attack would be a gas situation, but his pain did not last long, because a golden aperture that spread rapidly quickly dispersed all the poisonous clouds.

"It's true that he is a Holy Angel Knight, who is famous for his defense. This little trick is really hard to hurt you."

Slightly suspended on the ground, the halos that spread out were emitted from Don Quixote's constantly sporting light wings, while Gordon, not far from him, quickly took out a bottle of holy water from his pocket and drank it all in one go.

Obviously, he suffered a lot of damage just now.

"That's all you call the [Twelve Apostles]?"

"Of course not. It was just an opening remark just now, and now... it's the main drama."

Hehehe!

Suddenly, the twelve ghosts quickly divided into two equal teams and launched attacks on Gordon and Don Quixote respectively.

"This is……"

The highly vigilant Don Quixote immediately realized that an inexplicable force was invading him, but as soon as he saw the gray material on his Holy Light Shield, he understood what attack he was being.

“…the curse of death?”

Although the equipment and shields on my body blocked most of the curses for me, some powerful curses still came to me.

When he glanced at Gordon, he found that his magic shield was covered with a faint black substance. It was obvious that the curse on his body was dark.

Whoosh ~!

"Bone and poisonous attack spells..."

As curses followed one after another, there were powerful attack spells. When Don Quixote struggled to maintain the shield, the hall suddenly trembled.

In a moment, a huge black shadow enveloped him.

"Bone... Dragon!"

Under the joint summoning of two ghost witches, a huge bone dragon was struggling to emerge from the crack of the space. Seeing this scene, Don Quixote's eyes were straightened. He had never heard of a summoning creature being able to perform a second summon.

"This time I'm having some trouble..."

The attack sequence of the ghost witches is very perfect. The two perform weakening curses, while the other two perform suppressive attacks. The last two continuously summon the undead. In this way, even Don Quixote is a little overwhelmed.

As for Gordon, let alone, as a priest, his combat sustainability is much worse than that of the knight Don Quixote.

boom!

"Riding system! What should I do now!"

After a very embarrassed donkey rolled around and avoided the sprint of a Death Knight and a few venom-filled bone spurs, Gordon finally couldn't help but scream, but because he was gasping for breath, he seemed a little confused.

"You can't be beaten passively! The longer the time is, the worse we lose! You must disrupt their attack rhythm! You use spells to cover me, and I will attack those ghost witches directly!"

"Ok!"

He pulled off all the golden crosses hanging on his shoulders with force, and Gordon almost threw all the crosses forward with the momentum of a goddess scattering flowers.

"In the name of the Lord, bow down and receive kindness, amen!"

Sizzle!!

In an instant, dozens of white crosses of holy light rose into the sky, and at the same time, there were also a large number of holy light bombs, holy light waves, as well as offensive magical techniques such as the Sword of Judgment, the Hammer of Judgment, and other attacking magical techniques.

Boom boom boom boom~~~!

In an instant, at the top of the broken hall, there were golden streaming light, white holy light, green faint light, and gray dead light. Countless two forces and the energy of water and fire collided violently. The brilliant light reminded people of the grand fireworks party.

"ha!"

Suddenly, a loud shout overwhelmed all the roar. Don Quixote, wrapped in a dazzling halo, quickly broke through the barrage woven by spells like a silver bullet, and burned the long sword of the Bear Holy Flame slashed heavily at the ghost witch closest to him with lightning speed!

"What!"

To Don Quixote's surprise, just as his sword was about to split the ghost witch into two, the other party suddenly swung back gently, leaving his attack range like a squirt of smoke.

"snort!"

Without thinking too much, Don Quixote immediately dragged the faint afterimage and rushed forward, from the original slash to the straight stab.

call!

One blow, two blows, and three blows. Although Don Quixote's offensive continued like flowing water, it was always a little worse. The ghost witch, who seemed not known for her flexibility, showed amazing action at this time. She dodged and moved without any drag, almost like a professional assassin.

"The so-called [ghost witch] is actually an unpredictable person who is as fierce as an evil ghost and a corpse witch. But don't treat them as corpse witches, otherwise they will be gnawed completely."

"Not good, keep going like this..."

Another attack fell to nothing, and Don Quixote found that Gordon seemed to be unable to support him, but he had not even solved a ghost witch now.

"There's nothing more!"

Knowing that if you drag on it, you will inevitably lose. Don Quixote suddenly gritted his teeth, quickly stopped his steps, and raised the holy sword with both hands.

"Oh! The sacrilegious man, break free from the darkness and believe in the truth, and you will die from your sins! The cross shining for the God of existence, the sing of awakening, and the sword of original sin in the paradise!"

Boom!

In the thunderous roar, a dazzling beam of light pierced the dense night, bringing Don Quixote to it.

And his raised long sword began to change violently, and countless golden prayers began to surround it.

"Stop the sin!"

This is a silent sword, and the dazzling holy light makes the hall as bright as daylight!
To be continued...