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What belongs to me, I am willing to face alone.
Zhan Kong¡¯s words lingered in Mo Fan¡¯s ears. At the same time, Mo Fan also regained his freedom and no longer suffered any suppression.
He could move, but couldn't take any step for a while.
Just now, Mo Fan learned about the promoter of this conspiracy. What made him particularly helpless was that the promoter was not what he thought. He was a complete Machiavellian bastard who was competing for interests. He just came from the perspective of an old man who wanted his grandson to be freed from the cruel curse of the living dead.
And the mastermind of the battle "Thousands of Years Later" in front of him also makes Mo Fan unable to argue. He is also not doing it for himself, and he is not the so-called authoritarian rule of the Holy City. What he wants is that thousands of years later, people will not be invaded by the darkness that is too prosperous.
Rather, it was Mo Fan himself
No matter which side he takes, he is wrong. Because this is a dispute that does not belong to you.
Waiting quietly for a result is the best respect for everyone!
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Wearing a black armored robe, his face was completely a cloud of turbid gas, and even his menacing eyes were often invisible.
Walking down from the top of the mountain, he did not choose the bustling Holy City, but stepped step by step towards the battlefield where the city fell. The brilliant lights and the dazzling flames of the tower suddenly cast a layer of coldness as Zhan Kong stepped in. Veiled, all luminous objects become temperatureless.
Archangel Michael also flew into the battlefield of the Holy City. He stood on the dilapidated tower. From his position, he could see the Holy City Avenue and could also see Zhan Kong walking towards it. .
Behind Archangel Michael is the reflected Holy Mansion. On top of the Holy Mansion, the Dragon and Deer stand proudly at the highest point, with the touching veils on their backs swinging in the cool night breeze. With.
At this time, Qin Yu'er didn't look like a prisoner at all. Behind Archangel Michael, there was already a shadow of holy light swaying. He looked more like a guardian, protecting the goddess who was being entangled by the devil.
Zhankong stood on the Holy City Avenue. The clean avenue was paved with blue-gray floor tiles, and the shops on both sides were lined with bustling shops. However, this road was filled with pairs of hostile eyes. They were far brighter than those lights
Looking far away, when he completely stared at Qin Yu'er, Zhankong felt that the vague memories in his mind suddenly turned into a surging wave, filling his thoughts!
Every bit of the past, Qin Yuer's frown and smile, recalling all of this, this body that has always wanted to completely control itself conveys not beauty, but heart-breaking pain!
The dead are not allowed to recall, especially the beautiful ones. The more unforgettable the memories, the more torture they will be.
¡°Ouch~~~~~~~~~~!!¡±
Like a hell devil roaring, Zhankong's roar echoed in the two holy cities. All the bright yellow, bright red, and scorching white light and flames completely turned into netherworld blue light, and the world seemed to have suddenly fallen into the icy Netherworld. In the magic pool.
¡°God¡¯s grace is mighty!¡±
¡°God¡¯s grace is mighty!¡±
On the Avenue of the Holy City, on the eaves of the street, the Holy City mage who participated in the war read loudly. In the dark night sky, there were countless golden ripples. The amplitude of the ripples became larger and larger, and finally turned into golden blade marks that could crush everything. .
The golden blade marks continuously slashed towards the holy city and reached the sky. The power of each blade mark is not inferior to that of the Holy Judgment Demon Sword. Once it locks on a certain target, it will definitely cause the purest light-draining destruction, especially It's a creature of darkness.
Light is the nemesis of darkness. Even if it touches a little spot of light, the undead creatures will be burned to death. And such golden blade marks are constantly falling on the Holy City Avenue with extremely high frequency, almost shining the night as brightly as the day. No gaps, no pauses.
The long and classic Holy City Avenue block was beyond recognition and was covered with sharp slashes. After being baptized by the huge light energy, it turned into ashes of golden fireflies, slowly rising up in the messy Avenue block.
The battlefield of the fallen city was above people's heads, so the flying golden firefly ashes were as beautiful in people's eyes as the golden meteor shower slowed down countless times and fell gracefully, but in the night between the two holy cities It melts away like fireworks in a prosperous age.
The golden blade marks slashed the evil spirits. It was a super-level group method composed of countless super-powerful light magics. It shocked every magician who looked up in the holy city of the earth. However, the black-armored emperor was safe and sound. His The armor robe was constantly splashing with golden fire, facing the darkness.The restrained light power cannot affect its unique dark texture at all. This black armor robe is the black steel that shuttles through the flames
"Blood drinks evil wind!"
With his hands turned into claws, he swept them along the street.
The blood-colored evil wind made a strange whine and quickly passed through the Holy City mages standing on the street.
Each of these Holy City mages is equipped with magic armor and possesses defensive magic. They are not responsible for attacking. Those who attack are those Holy City mages standing on the eaves. Their existence is to resist and resist all the darkness of this dead emperor. attack!
However, what the Blood Drinking Evil Wind attacks is not the physical bodies of these magicians at all. It is the soul-piercing wind. No matter how powerful the defensive magic equipment and defensive barriers placed in front of it are just a meaningless net, the wind can However, the soul-piercing wind can tear their souls to pieces in an instant!
¡°Dong dong dong dong dong dong~~~~~~~~~~!!!¡±
The defense mages standing on the avenue of the Holy City fell one by one like dominoes, their bodies glowing a greenish-grey color like corpses, and their eyes were even more empty because their souls were torn apart.
According to the plan of the commander-in-chief of the Holy City, these defense mages will be replaced immediately after resisting the first attack of the undead emperor. In front of such an emperor-level creature, these magicians are more like ancient movements. Shield soldiers, the shield soldiers in the front row will be replaced immediately after receiving a wave of enemy arrows, allowing the shield soldiers in the back row to catch up.
However, these mages defending the holy city were unable to withstand the enemy's first wave of offensive. A large number of high-level mages were killed directly, and the two super mages responsible for leading the team were not spared.
Black turbid gas continued to emerge from the pores of their bodies. Their souls were extinguished and their bodies were evaporating bit by bit. However, during the evaporation process, the black turbid gas flew away without any guidance. Zhan Kong's black armor robe made his armor look even darker and exuded a sinister energy!
The pain can only be relieved by killing. The breath taken away from the living people gradually calmed down Zhan Kong's muscle-twisting face.
He is an undead after all!
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