"August Traz, do you want to find a chance to kill them?"

After a moment, the hoarse voice of the undead dragon sounded:

"I would gladly get rid of these traitors, and I would gladly tear out their throats and flesh. Don't call that name, that's not my name...Call me, Deathstroke!"

The undead dragon spread its wings and flew higher into the night sky, while Tyrion fought on the ground with the angry Turalyon.

He held up the green anti-magic shield, allowing the holy light that Turalyon hit him to be absorbed silently. Faced with the weird magic sword in Tyrion's hand, Turalyon, who became more and more skilled in martial arts, defeated him.

Very difficult.

"Tyrion! Never forget to extinguish the Holy Light! Never try to destroy everything!"

Turalyon roared and waved his sword, and the scorching holy light wrapped around his blade with a dazzling light. This light made him look more brave and determined.

"This sword is for Lothar!"

"Bang"

The black and golden weapons collided together, and the huge force from his wrist caused Turalyon to be knocked back several steps. Tyrion sneered, and he stepped forward, and a huge death surge surged from his other hand.

The spiritual energy, like a whirling storm, and like a war hammer that shattered everything, struck hard on the Holy Light Shield on the surface of Turalyon's body.

"Bang"

Turalyon's holy light and Tyrion's death collided and annihilated each other, like a howling storm, blowing up the hair of the two people. The paladin waved his shield and hit the death knight in front of him, and the latter took a step back.

, the magic sword was inserted back into the scabbard on his back. The moment Turalyon's sword and shield separated, Tyrion's left hand quickly touched the surface of his shield.

The blasphemous seal buzzed, pouring more energy into Tyrion's body. The cold light in the death knight's eyes became more and more dazzling, and the death energy spurting out was like a dark tide, rapidly eroding the paladin's body.

The holy light on the table made Turalyon grit his teeth and want to continue to persevere, but the death knight grinned and curled his fingers.

The next moment, the blood in Turalyon's body merged into three swirling liquids, which fell into the palm of Tyrion's hand. The unsuppressible pain exploded in the paladin's body, allowing the holy light on his body to persist.

Become swaying.

"Danglang"

Like the sound of breaking glass, the holy light suddenly shattered, and Turalyon's handsome cheek was hit hard by a cold fist, which caused his head to move outward and made his body stagger.

He stepped back, and the next moment, cold fingers clasped around his neck, grabbing his body from the ground.

The death knight was close to the paladin, and the cold and dead breath made the paladin's whole body tremble. He whispered in the ear of the struggling Turalyon:

"I don't want to extinguish your so-called holy light at all... Your life has been filled with violence and war. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about salvation and order? Come on, Grand Knight..."

"I just want to kill you...that's all!"

His fingers slowly tightened, and the jumping light in his eyes became colder and colder. The other finger hooked forward. Behind the paladin, the strangely suspended magic sword Apocalypse roared without anyone holding it.

Cut down.

"Farewell, Turalyon."
Chapter completed!