"Holy Light Impact!"

"The Holy Light Shines!"

"The evil retreats!"

"Shining Holy Shield!"

Under Syndra's absolute suppression, the situation on the frontal battlefield became increasingly clear. The Dark Guards charged forward, and the Light Sentinels who had their hands free at the back turned their guns and pointed them at the moving target in the sky.

It would be fine if there were more than ten or twenty, but the radiance emitted by thousands of holy stone weapons hit the spiritual energy shield like a violent storm. Even Bean would be a little overwhelmed, but if the spiritual energy shield is not supported,

Shield, the skeletal Pegasus beneath him might not be able to withstand such an intense attack.

Lester stood quietly on the ground and stared at the slightly embarrassed Bean in the sky.

So what if I can't fly? As long as my strength is not at the level of Syndra or Misha, you will always be affected by concentrated fire attacks. Even if you are some kind of Nether Guard, you still have to get down and get beaten.

Riding the skeletal Pegasus to avoid the Holy Light attack that followed, Bean glanced at the battlefield and his heart sank.

Five thousand Nether warriors who had undergone various enhancements were unable to exert any combat effectiveness under the suppression of the dark elemental mage. They actually allowed the enemy to rush and kill them wantonly, which became the training experience of the Emerald Legion. However, he could not take action against ordinary soldiers, otherwise

The mage will come directly to him.

From this point of view, if Seraph is not lured away by Lobito to summon the bone dragon, I am afraid that this battle will end in a disastrous defeat.

What's more, the elemental mage is in a special spell-casting state at the moment, and there is no better time than now.

He took out the Key of the Bone Dragon, closed his iron fingers, and crushed it into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, a super-large teleportation array spanning a hundred meters was built layer by layer with the broken bone dragon key as the core. The array, which had drawn a huge amount of soul energy, began to flicker, losing most of its energy supply and maintaining

The wall of sighs up to now has been completely shattered.

Seeing that the shield was broken, another group of soldiers outside the city began to march under the orders of Daskier.

"Netherworld Bone Dragon, I need your power! (Lachen language)"

In Bean Faron's croon,

The crushed soul energy successfully broke through the boundary between the underworld and the material realm. Through the teleportation array, a directional channel was formed. Ten giant skeletal dragons exuding the death energy of the netherworld spread their wings, covering the sky and the sun in what had become a dead city.

Over Nockland.

Bean, who gained authority due to the Key of the Bone Dragon, issued the attack order without hesitation, but it was not aimed at the Light Sentinels and Dark Guards on the ground.

The endless dragon soul roared in mourning, and the ten-headed skeletal dragon opened its huge mouth and spat out ball after ball of slow netherworld death energy in the direction of Syndra.

Although the Nether Death Qi moves at full speed, it is most likely to attract each other and form a continuous film.

In the blink of an eye, Sindra's few escape spaces were blocked by the intertwined death energy of the netherworld.

Lester's expression changed, he turned to look at Syndra in the sky, who was about to be forced to use magic to defend himself, and shouted.

"Syndra! The death energy of the underworld can ignore any magic defense and cause damage to the soul! Your magic cannot stop the erosion of the underworld energy! Use the teleportation magic scroll quickly!"

"Teleporting magic scroll? No, she can't use it, and she can't avoid it. Not only her, Lester, but also you will die here!"

Bean sneered, held a big gun and charged at Lester. The path of the charge completely covered Syndra's position, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at Lester's heart.

"Will it be painful for you to lose that woman? If you can eradicate such a threat, even if you die here in battle, your Majesty will definitely recognize me and let me enter the Hall of Valor, right?"

[Do you need me to use spiritual wind to blow away the death energy of the netherworld? 】

[Thank you Janna, you are already too weak, just leave it to me]

Looking away from Syndra, Lester said calmly.

"I originally wanted to play with you more, but unfortunately you didn't seize this opportunity and instead chose to attack my woman.

I admit that you did make me feel angry. I haven't had this emotion for a long, long time. Thank you for reminding me of what anger is."

To Bean Faron's disappointment, Lester did not show any regret or expression of incompetence and rage at this moment. Instead, he became calm.

The man dropped the giant sword in his hand, picked up the short bow, and drew the bowstring to full length.

Bean Faron, who was charging, was stunned for a moment, and then directly recognized the short bow in Lester's hand.

"Is this the short bow of the masked spirit?"

Lester didn't mean to answer at all.

"Bean Faron, do you know the antonym of dead?"

There is no arrow to draw the bow string, but the arrow of life is condensed between the fingers and on the bow string.

To Bean, life that is as refreshing as the rain during a severe drought is no less virulent and deadly than the most vicious and deadly sulfuric acid.

The antonym of death is naturally life, and now he is being targeted by the 'arrow of life'.

This arrow will easily penetrate his perfect body made of ghost energy and soul, slowly and painfully purify his soul, completely cut off his connection with Mitna Rachen, and let him turn into a human in endless pain.

All ashes.

At this moment, Bean Faron seemed to have returned to the time when he was just born in the underworld, feeling as if he was facing an abyss of despair and fear.

He knew that he had reached the end, but at the end, he laughed.

"Do you think you won? Before I die, I will pierce your body and tear your soul apart! The woman you like will also die in front of you! It will become your lifelong humiliation!

I am just the most ordinary member of the underworld. There are countless powerful people above me. Even if you will not die here, Lester, your nightmare has just begun! The king will plunder everything around you.

All! You are just a humble..."

The bowstring was released, and the shouting suddenly stopped.

The holy white light disappeared in an instant, passing through Bean Faron directly in front of him as if nothing existed, and then plunged into the mist formed by the death energy of the underworld.

Lester lowered his bowstring and looked calmly at the cross-shaped spear less than thirty centimeters away from his heart.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The arrogant heavy cavalry general is like rice paper lit by flames, burning with white flames from the inside out, along with the wailing bones under his crotch.

Pegasus is also in the flames,

This person and horse from the netherworld can no longer make a sound, witnessing the withering of themselves in unforgettable pain.

In a few breaths, the flame of life finally spread to the soul weapon that had killed countless people. The cross-shaped gun that could collide head-on with the God-killing Blade began to burn from the handle of the gun, and eventually turned into dots of blue fluorescence.

In the purifying flames, Lester heard countless voices of gratitude murmuring in his ears. The souls of those who died under the gun, those who made up the body of the gun, those who suffered torture and pain in the underworld, finally finally

Relieved at this moment, at least at this moment, they no longer suffer, but can embrace the second death with joy.

Lester walked forward against the fiercely burning soul flame storm, passing through the remaining Bean Faron without any damage.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the ten giant skeletal dragons that were constantly replenishing the death energy of the underworld towards Syndra's position, and fired his bow again.

"You have never been my enemy. Even Mordekaiser is not my enemy. I have only one enemy, and that is my own morality."

The second arrow of life came out of the string and turned into a dazzling white arc that penetrated ten skeletal dragons one after another. Life and death were intertwined. They were obviously two incompatible attributes, but they seemed to add fuel to a fire.

Usually just stick to it.

No longer able to breathe out the death energy from the underworld, the skeleton dragon began to spontaneously combust like Bean Faron. In the holy flames, the dragon's skeleton was annihilated into powder and drifted away in the wind.

The power of the two arrows was still in his eyes, the soldiers cheered excitedly, and Lester raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill all the remnants of the underworld with all your strength! Follow me to witness the first victory of the living against the dead!"

"Come with Lord Lester to kill the enemy!"

"This city won for Lord Lester!"

"Ququ Skeleton Stand! Go to hell!"

Seeing the Nether soldiers fall one by one, Lester smiled slightly,

Without the attributes of immortality and the various enhancements from the black magic lich, although there are many Nether Soldiers, they are no match for the Light Sentinels and Dark Guards. The Holy Stone Weapons are not vegetarian.

, Water conquers fire, wind conquers earth, it is the unchanging truth,

Whether in the past life or in this life, if the darkness is not too powerful, how can it defeat the light? It is just because the light is too rare.

It is actually not quite accurate to say that Mordekaiser is terrifying and difficult to deal with. In his opinion, the difficulty lies in Mordekaiser's own understanding and application of Ochen language and black magic.

The desire for killing and conquest allowed Mordekaiser to receive the gift of the Blood God. With this gift and his own understanding of black magic, he gained a foothold in the underworld, mastered the Ochen language, and understood how to use the soul to achieve his goals.

Purpose,

If a way can be found to break the magic of Lachen language and Ochen language, Mordekaiser's army will not be able to rely on it. Putting aside the weird and powerful Ochen language magic, Lester does not believe that he has cultivated it in the material realm.

The heroes really can't deal with the iron-armored wraiths.

Raising his eyes to look at the dark life that was gradually dimming, Lester secretly thought.

[It’s not just the Holy Stone Compass in Darkness’ hands. After so many years of development of the Light Sentinel, there must be more research on the underworld and soul magic. This information did not attract the attention of the Emerald Territory in the past. It was my own negligence.

,

After unifying the south this time, the Emerald Territory must begin to study the information accumulated by the Bright Sentinels over the years, especially conduct in-depth research on the Rachern and Ochen languages, and create an anti-soul magic that can complement the holy stone weapons.

In addition, the extraordinary combat power of Misha and Syndra, who have been exposed, must be continuously protected to avoid assassination.

Misha doesn’t need to worry too much, but Syndra needs to pay attention.

This girl is indeed strong enough, but unfortunately she has experienced too few things, and my interference has made her a bit old-fashioned and stubborn. She may not be flexible enough in battle.
To be continued...