As if his body suddenly lost its sense of pain, Belias was no longer surprised by the broken source of the blood curse, nor did he care about the broken arm.

His race is a demon, so this injury is harmless, it is just physical damage.

What surprised him, and even horrified him, was the surging fighting spirit and various energies of the team members, because some of them had fought in the Dark Holy War hundreds of years ago, but he had never seen them before!

The three-color magic sword in the hand of the short-haired woman seemed to be able to cut through space, and the woman wearing a hood, with long hair reaching her waist, and a cold temperament was filled with a strong, suffocating aura of death.

The bright red and violent demon, the strange and unpredictable spells, the sharp bloody murderous intent, the extremely hot sword energy, what are these?

He had seen Nian Qi and the cyan dragon shadow before, and they had brought a lot of trouble to the army of pretenders.

"Are you surprised? A mere human being killed the famous Dark Knight?"

Ye Lin grinned, turned around and stood calmly about ten meters away from the opponent. Not only was he fearless, but he also seemed a bit teasing and provocative.

"You don't think that on the continent of Arad, only the priests can fight against the pretenders? We are still the natives who wield swords to kill, right? No way? No way? No way..."

Siatt, who had a serious look on his side, raised his eyebrows and wished he could go over and kick him. You are not a hammer, you look very mean.

"Ahem~"

Ye Lin, who returned to seriousness and cleared his throat, still looked a bit mean, and joked with a wink:

"It is recorded in ancient books that the priests are the main force against you. The soldiers of the Peruvian Empire and the Xuzu can only risk their lives in close combat with the pretenders who twisted into monsters, and suffered heavy losses."

"Hundreds of years ago, you and I were just a hair away, and there was really nothing wrong with you. But idiots, times have changed a long time ago. You have been sealed for hundreds of years, and you still think that Arad is still the same?"

The Dark Holy War once swept across the entire continent of Arad, and the darkness lasted for ninety-four years. Some people, from birth to old age and death, never saw the end of the war.

In addition to the fact that the blood curse is really powerful, the lack of manpower to fight against the pretenders is also a very important factor!

The number of priests who can obtain divine enlightenment cannot be as constant as the fighters who practice physical fitness, and there are not many who can reach the level of "fighter" and "sword soul".

At that time, most of the secrets of magic were in the hands of elves and dark elves.

It wasn't until Farmeria IV of the Peruvian Empire luckily captured the founder of the Night Destroyer, "Mistral Wind" Hareth, and used it as a bargaining chip to exchange with the dark elves that magical civilization gradually became more common among humans.

brilliant.

And this incident also happened after the Dark Holy War.

At that time, it was possible to use the power of Perus as a country to form a team of destructive mages.

Because the source of the Ghost Swordsman is Kazan, it was not until the end of the Dark Holy War that the Ghost Swordsman was initially shown in 527.

And at that time, because of the uncontrollability of ghost hands, ghost swordsmen have always been heretics among humans.

The dark elves also briefly joined Ozma's side because of the tyrant Barak, but later had no choice but to escape after the tyrant died in battle and lived underground in the Afaria Mountains.

At that time, Arad was like a man with only a white stick in his hand. Suddenly he encountered a powerful pretender demon. He could only shout for God's blessing, and then enchanted himself with a light attribute attack, and then he went up to it.

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Now the devil is still the same devil, but Arad is already covered in precision armor, with holy light in his left hand and magic in his right hand. He has a big sword on his back and a dagger on his waist. All of them are shining brightly, and they are all amplified by the aura of the other world by thirty-one.

Ozma is still terrifying. As an apostle, he has supreme fighting power, but Arad will never be trapped in the same situation as before, where he has been fighting for ninety-four years.

A war may break out at the first moment, but the war may also collapse at the first moment, and the outcome may be decided.

Belias's already dark face now seemed to be smeared with the mud of rotting corpses at the bottom of the ditch, and the smell was terrible.

He finally realized that Arad seemed to have undergone an earth-shaking change over the past few hundred years, and his strength had increased abnormally and rapidly.

The once invincible army of pretenders may now be just a wisp of cannon fodder.

But now it's not a question of whether the pretender can win, but whether he can make it back alive.

When his hand was cut off by Ye Lin, lava suddenly surged at the wound, forming new muscle tissue, and a new arm grew in a matter of seconds.

"Break, earth!"

The black giant sword suddenly fell down and stuck vertically on the ground. The tyrannical energy surged in a ring, forcing Ye Lin to step back and block. However, with a move of his left hand, several thigh-thick thunderbolts fell straight onto his head, knocking the opponent over his head.

The electricity was scorched.

Fiery lava pillars spewed out from the ground, magma splashed, sulfurous poisonous gas dispersed, and an area of ​​1,000 square meters turned into an active volcanic area.

A purple magic circle was generated under Belias's feet, and it shone brighter and brighter. He wanted to escape!

"I want you to pay with your blood for the ancestors who died tragically in your hands hundreds of years ago!"

The six holy golden wings unfolded loudly behind Yuena, extending for tens of meters, like a real envoy descending.

Even the dim sky in the realm of nothingness cannot block the figure bathing in the holy light, as if a big hole has been opened in the clouds, just because the sun has chosen her.

"Damn it, you have an aura about you that disgusts me, birdman!"

Belias's teeth were almost broken. He recalled a really, really hateful character, that Michelle who always maintained a youthful attitude!

If Michelle hadn't descended from him and taught the priests how to identify pretenders, Lord Ozma would have destroyed the continent, even the Reverse World, and the Demon World in half a month.

It's just a little bit worse, why is it always so little luck?

The Other Side of Redemption·The Holy Spear of Punishment!

The holy spear, which had expanded countless times in size, was like a spear of destruction, refracting the brilliance of the sun, piercing the sky, and smashing down on Belias' head.

Yuena, who has always upheld the belief of redemption and benevolence, now has a rare look on her beautiful face filled with murderous intent.

Oracle: Divine Dragon Thunderstorm Festival!

Although he does not belong to Remedia, Jade himself is a lone practitioner who follows his master to practice on the mountain top, but every priest has the same hatred for Ozma!

Streams of majestic energy were swayed wantonly, drowning Belias who was trying to escape in an instant. Shenlong and Pluto, mind energy and elements, sword energy mixed with internal energy...

Ye Lin's right hand was aimed at Belias, who was in the center of the explosion energy, and golden light flowed from his eyes.

Holy Spirit State

For a moment as if time had stopped, a door slowly opened above Belias's head, and an extremely cold breath hit his face, just like the breath of ice flow that Skatha once breathed on the top of Kannak Mountain.

Elemental Gate!

A series of snowflakes fluttered out from the door. They looked like pure white snowflakes as big as a palm, but each piece fell on Belias and could peel off a large piece of skin.

"Ah~!"

Beleas, overwhelmed by the attack, let out an extremely unwilling and painful roar.

Fucked!

Who would have known that after being sealed for hundreds of years, the continent of Arad would undergo such terrible changes? These powerful men with surging power and understanding of certain mysteries were almost never seen during the Dark Holy War.

His weapon was shattered when it resisted the impact of the holy spear. It was a weapon brought by the devil!

The armor all over his body was almost shattered, his skin was torn and his flesh was dripping with blood, the bones in his shoulders had been broken, his skull was cracked, and there was a bloody gash on his neck that almost decapitated him.

"I cannot die yet, the great Lord Ozma...the Devouring Spirit!"

Four ferocious giant gray skeletons, burning with will-o'-the-wisps, rushed out of the body and formed a strong wind barrier in an instant, temporarily blocking all incoming attacks.

This is the devouring spirit he refined with the souls of strong men. Each skull can burst out the terrifying energy they had during their lifetime, putting themselves in an "invincible state".

But the consequence is that the devouring spirits have great malice towards themselves. Once they lose the power to control, they will not hesitate to fight back?

His heart was throbbing. The four Devouring Spirits he had accumulated in ninety-four years were actually squandered today.

escape!
Chapter completed!