As the source of power, the Holy Light seemed to hear this hymn of courage. It burned more intensely on Bolvar's body, making the Duke of Holy Knights look like an angel of Holy Light who had descended into the world.

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"Kill you! Kill you here!"

Bolvar swung his heavy sword, and the bloody ground beneath his feet shattered into pieces. In his roar, the holy light ignited a dazzling curtain of light behind him.

"Kill you here and everything will... end!"

"Bang"

The heavy sword mixed with endless courage and determination slashed hard at Tyrion's neck. The death knight shook his head. In the scorching offensive, he held the blade of Apocalypse with both hands, and under the endless buzz of the magic blade

As he screamed, the huge death energy in his body poured out at this moment, and the dancing darkness was like the sudden fall of night, blocking out the light of the entire battlefield.

The soldiers who were fighting desperately in the sea of ​​​​the dead raised their heads and saw the escaping darkness behind Tyrion, and the entangled dark red halo, like a dark giant that extinguished all hope.

, at the moment when the power of light and darkness collided, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

The stinging pain made their souls sway endlessly. Some soldiers who were already weak even lost their breath due to the infection of darkness...

The fire of light in the darkness shined stubbornly, the clash of weapons and the roar of the Duke sounded like thunder on the battlefield, but this inspiring light was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit. He fought desperately

He resisted, but the surrounding darkness was like a spider web that was getting tighter and tighter, until the last moment, when the fire of the Holy Light was compressed to the extreme.

The darkness suddenly dissipated, and the light shone on the battlefield again, but the blood of the warriors had turned cold.

The disheveled Duke was holding his sword and trying hard to keep himself from falling. There were terrible wounds on his chest and abdomen, and the dark red light was constantly entangled in the wounds, preventing the Holy Light from healing them.

Unwilling to admit defeat, the Duke panted and looked at the Dark Blade King in front of him. The latter was as calm as when he appeared on the stage. He stretched out his hand to extinguish the Holy Light Flame on his wrist. He tilted his head and watched as his eyes were torn open.

The Paladin Duke, who had taken off his armor and was soaked in death, reached out and picked up the blasphemous seal hanging on his chest. He whispered:

"There is nothing more cruel than letting you chase an impossible dream in vain."
Chapter completed!