winter era

Chapter 65 The Devil's Chant

The 1-minute chanting time ended, and Alexander closed the classic in his hand.The endless brilliance fell from the sky, covering the elf and the heir of the Rost family.It was as if God had cast two bright lights to illuminate their crimes.

And the dark brown rebellious brand on the elf's body became deeper and deeper due to the light that shot down from the sky that day.Under the illumination of the scriptures and pages of the surrounding raindrops, the brand was like a monster devouring the light, and it opened its teeth and claws in this field, and opened its fangs to Alexander who was wearing a god robe on the roof.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you know what it means to cast spells here?"

Without hesitation, he drew out the soft sword at his waist and pointed it at the man standing on the tall building. The heir of the Rost family shouted majestically and angrily.And the rebellious elf beside her also quietly drew a dim dagger from under her boots.

"Of course I understand what it means to cast this here, traitors."

Alexander jumped down from the upstairs, and his two-meter-high body straightly bombarded the floor tiles as decorations in the garden.The heavy and destructive body directly smashed the two embossed marble floor tiles into pieces.He opened the cloud and mist in front of him with the gun sword, looking at the two cautious women in front of him, the priest pushed his crystal glasses happily.

How rare that the pagans who had seen him all these years had always run away and screamed.Instead, the two women acted as if they wanted to fight.This desire to fight always makes the blood in Alexander's heart boil.

"Nice meeting, two ladies."

His body was active as if he had returned to ten years ago, and he slid the cuff out and held the other silver gun sword in his palm.The brand of 'God is on me' on the white gloves seemed to be on fire, releasing dark golden light continuously.The leg muscles gradually tightened, like a recurve bow that was gradually stretched, and the sound of muscle fibers tensing could even be heard.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Alexander. Andreessen. The third head of the Inquisition. Ranked in the rank of the archbishop. I have been called the beheader, the hunter, and the dust of angels. But I like it the most." It really is still..."

The legs suddenly exerted strength, and there was a 'bang' like a shell fired from the chamber.Alexander, who seemed to be teleporting in the blink of an eye, came to the face of the elf wrapped in a narrow and stern storm, and raised his hands high.The pair of staggered silver gunswords imprinted an incomparably terrifying mark on the elf's eyes like the wings of an angel.

The killing intent on the face even stunned the elf on the spot, and he could only stare blankly at the distorted priest waving the sharp blade in his hand, watching the image of the silver-white wings spread more and more in his pupils. bigger.Rosalind couldn't even move a single finger in the howling wind full of malice.He could only quietly watch the two pairs of light wings gradually overlap on his neck, not so silently welcoming the coming of death.

"The traitor must die."

The priest murmured in a low voice, aiming at the elf's slender neck with the blunderbuss sword in his hand.The slender structure was chopped into two sections in an instant.The viscous liquid shot up into the sky along with the hard lumps, dyeing the priest's body in an unnatural color.

But unfortunately, it was not the warm scarlet as expected, but a heavy silvery white.

"Rosalind! Tell Kaos quickly!"

After the broken module of the mercury golem rolled twice on the ground, it quickly gathered the scattered mercury around it to form a golem again.The silver gun sword covered by divine magic even easily smashed the mercury golem into pieces.

The quick judgment of the heir of the Rost family saved the elf's life.The sharp guy kicked the rebellious elf to the ground and shouted loudly.On the other side, it mobilized its consciousness to recall the quicksilver golem twisted into pieces of quicksilver. The dark soft sword in its hand trembled like a poisonous snake, and in the blink of an eye, it spit out its dark brown core into the center of Alexander's brow.

If it wasn't for Alexander himself, whose body had been strengthened by the will of faith, and whose mental response had exceeded the limits of ordinary people, even the most experienced veteran might be knocked down by this sudden sword.But after all, Alexander surpassed the existence of human beings, frowning, he slashed off the tip of the pure poisonous soft sword with a backhand sword, and the other silver blunderbuss sword pressed against Niya's throat silently like a ghost.The speed was so fast that even the mercury golem had no time to react, so it could only slowly re-climb to Niya's throat, making some weak resistance.

It is normal for a wizard-made product to be broken by Grand Wizard-level violence.When designing, no one will set the enemy standard according to the breakthrough of the great wizard level.That kind of behavior is tantamount to suicide.In front of the silver gun sword with divine magic, the mercury golem is as fragile as tofu.But even knowing that she would be easily strangled to pieces by the man in front of her, Niya still stubbornly stared at the two-meter tall man in front of her, showing a look of disdain.

The man dared not kill her.

"Rosalind, flash out of this area to find Kaos now. Let him kill this person."

"Heir of the Rost family, do you know what your actions mean!"

Alexander looked angrily at the stubborn man in front of him, with a slight movement of the silver blunderbuss sword in his hand, he cut the extremely fierce soft sword into three sections, and the other blunderbuss sword left a dark streak on her neck without hesitation. Red bloodstains.

But Niya made the right bet.

Alexander really didn't dare to kill a decent heir to the nobility.

The reason why religion can survive is because of the overt and covert support and worship of the nobles.The mages don't care about these things at all, but it doesn't mean that the mages don't care.The mages have the most powerful armed forces in the world.The seven rings of mages have mastered almost all the armed forces in this world, and they are able to kill and fight with those mythical creatures in the heavens and hells. The power of mages is indispensable.

Although it was mainly for the benefit of mages, the group of careerists and war madmen were very grateful to those aloof mages.If it is discovered that the religious system really killed an official noble heir for a demon, then the nobles will definitely become wary of religion, and some of them will turn to the Mage faction.It is already so difficult, how can we increase the burden.If the burden is increased, it is estimated that the entire church will soon be submerged in history.

Damn politics.In his heart, Alexander scolded those great nobles who were short-sighted and didn't know God.But there was no way to swing the bloody gun sword in his hand, turning that damned noble heir into a piece of meat.

"Then I'll go first."

The elf named Rosalind bit her lip, squatted on the ground and murmured a few words in a low voice.The figure suddenly blurred, and appeared tens of meters away in the blink of an eye.He ran towards the barrier at a speed that was absolutely impossible for ordinary people to reach.God knows what elf secret method this elf used. After the elf glanced up and down at the sanctuary that Alexander thought was perfect, he stretched out his hands contemptuously and began to perform an ethereal chant, performing a spell reversal on it.

As the chanting of the elf spell began, Alexander was surprised to find that the elf could really shake the sanctuary, and the golden scriptures splashed in the sky were inevitably stained with a dull color, just like the acid rain. The sanctuary rendered a layer of gloomy and mournful colors.It's like the most evil devil appeared in this holy hall, tarnishing all the original holy products into the sinful and distorted color that the devil likes.

This woman is indeed a demon!

Alexander quickly redefined the danger of the female elf in his mind.

This kind of woman must not be kept, even if she offends the nobles.If the evil that can crack the sanctuary grows in the future and joins the imperial mage group, what's the deal? !We can only kill this evil seed in the cradle as soon as possible.

After the agent made up his mind, he suddenly kicked Niya in front of him without warning.

The quicksilver golem covering Niya's body, who was suddenly attacked, exploded into countless splashes of quicksilver as if hit by a missile head-on.The entire petite Niya seemed to be swung by a giant with a stick, and the howling wind rang in her ears. Before she could react and prepare, she was wrapped in a strong wind and slammed into the wall viciously.The force from the wall immediately shocked the poor pretending young master, all internal organs let out a scream at the same time, his throat suddenly went numb and he opened his mouth to spit out a small mouthful of blood.My brain was full of chaotic roars and noises because of the sudden impact.

Alexander glanced indifferently at the nobleman who was severely injured by his kick and nailed to the wall, and nodded contemptuously.With another force under his feet, a layer of soil immediately exploded behind him, and with a strange roar, he rushed towards Rosalind who was standing on the edge of the barrier again, roaring like a cannonball.With a slight flip of the wrist, with a sharp whistling sound, the blunderbuss sword glistening with silver light was reflected in Rosalind's pupils like a god of death urging her to death.

Facing this urgent situation, cold sweat dripped from the elf's forehead, and there was a tremolo in the ethereal chant, and the singing speed became even faster.The originally golden space roared in the sky like a broken egg shell, and the rune structure suddenly loomed.At the edge of the enchantment, a crack was directly torn open by some kind of force, along which one could even see some colorful scenery of the outside world, seeing that the spell was about to be completely reversed and return to the real world.

"Do you want to run away! Stop dreaming! Devil! I won't let you live!"

Alexander estimated the distance between the two sides, and after confirming that he could not catch up, he threw the gun sword in his hand solemnly.

The eight streams of silver streaked across the space like a ghost, drawing a trail of silver in the blink of an eye and came to Rosalind's side, but this time, no one came to help her.The beautiful silver wings were once again seen in the blue pupils, just like an angel descending from the sky gently unfolding its eight pairs of wings, full of holy colors.

If there is no accident, the beautiful gun sword will tear her body into a ball of red meat sauce in the next second.But if there are no surprises in this world, then this is undoubtedly abnormal.

"...Space spell, mirror reflection."

　Today's update!More and more updates are owed.Now there are still six chapters to update, brothers.I'm recovering from my injury now, I hope I can speed up the update.Maybe one day it will be three times a day...

　　
　
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