Versatile Mage

Belong to me, I want to face it alone.

The hollowed out words lingered in Mofan's ear. At the same time, Mo Fan also restored the body of freedom, without any further suppression.

He can move, but he can't take any step at a time.

Just now Mo Fan knew the promoter of this conspiracy, and what made him particularly helpless was that this promoter was not the one he thought of, it was a downright tactical bastard, and he was competing in the interests. He just started from the perspective of being an old man and wanted his grandson to be free from the cruel curse of the dead.

In the eyes of the mastermind of the "thousands of years later" campaign, Mo Fan could not have any rebuttal. He is also not for himself, not the so-called holy city monopoly. What he wants is that thousands of years later, people are not invaded by the darkness of being too prosperous.

Instead, Mo Fan himself...

He is on either side and is wrong. Because this is a dispute that is not your own.

Waiting for a result quietly is the best respect for everyone!

......

A black robes, the face is completely a turbid gas, even the eyes full of deterrence can not be seen many times.

From the top of the mountain, he did not choose the holy city, but step by step to the battlefield. The brilliant lights and the dazzling flame of the tower suddenly fell into a cold with the hollowing out. With the veil, all the glowing objects become temperatureless.

Archangel Michael also flew into the battlefield of the Holy City. He stood in the dilapidated tower facing each other. From his position, you can see the holy city avenue, and you can see the hollow coming here. .

Behind the Archangel Michael, it is the reflection of the holy shrine, above the holy shrine, the festival of dragons and deer standing proudly at the highest point, the moving group of yarn on the back swings with the cool breeze of the night With.

At this time, Qin Yuer is not like a prisoner at all. The shadow of the Holy Ghost has been swaying behind the archangel Michael. It looks more like a guardian, defending the goddess who is suffering from the devil.

The skeleton stands on the holy city avenue. The clean avenue is covered with blue-gray floor tiles. The shops on both sides are full of prosperity. It is just a road full of hostile eyes. They are far brighter than those lights...

Looking far away, when I was completely watching Qin Yu's moment, I felt that the memories that were vague in my mind suddenly became a wave of rushing, filling my own thoughts!

In the past, Qin Yuer’s smile, recalling all of this, this body that has always wanted to completely control itself is not a good, but a painful heart!

The undead does not allow memories, especially the good, the more unforgettable the more torture.

“嗷~~~~~~~~~~!!”

For example, the **** devil is roaring, and the hollow snoring echoes in the two holy cities. All the bright yellow, bright red, white light and flames have completely turned into the secluded blue light. The world seems to fall into the icy nine secluded. In the magic pool.

"God is mighty!"

"God is mighty!"

On the holy city avenue, on the street eaves, the holy city mage who participated in the war read out loudly, there were countless golden yellow swaying in the dark night sky, and the smashing range was getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a golden blade mark that could smash everything. .

The golden blade marks continuously smashed into the holy city, and the power of each blade is not inferior to the sacred sword. Once a certain target is locked, it must cause the most pure destruction, especially It is a dark creature.

Light is the dark nemesis, even if it is a little bit of light, the undead creatures will burn all over the body, and such golden marks will continue to fall on the holy city avenue, the frequency is very high, almost shining like the night is as bright as the daytime, No gaps, no stops.

The lengthy and classical city of the Holy City Avenue is unrecognizable and covered with fierce scars. After the baptism of the vast light, it turned into a golden firefly ash, slowly rising in the avenue of the avenue.

The downfall battlefield is over the top of people's heads, so the golden fireflies ash that floats in the air are as beautiful as the golden meteor shower, which is countless times, elegantly falling down, but in the night between the two holy cities. It is like a splendid fireworks in the world.

The golden blade marks the demon, which is the super-order group method composed of countless super-powerful light magic. It shocks every magician who stares up in the holy city of the earth, but the black robes emperor is safe and sound, his The robes constantly splashed with golden light, and the restrained light of the darkness could not affect its unique dark texture. This black robes is the black steel that travels through the flames...

"Blood drink evil wind!"

Hands clenched into the claws and swept along the street.

The **** evil winds made a weird humming sound, and they quickly passed through the holy city wizards who stood on the streets.

These holy city mages are equipped with scorpion sorcerers and defensive magic. They are not responsible for the offense. The attackers are the holy city wizards who stand on the eaves. Their existence is to resist and resist all the darkness of this dead emperor. attack!

However, the blood and evil winds are not attacked by the body of these magicians. It is the wind of wearing the soul. In front of it, the powerful defensive magic weapon and defensive enchantment are just a layer of meaningless net. Once, the wind of wearing the soul can instantly tear their souls into pieces!

“咚咚咚咚咚~~~~~~~~~~!!!!”

The defensive mages standing on the holy city avenue fell like a domino, and they all had a blue-gray like dead body. The eyes were even more hollow because the soul was torn.

In the plan of the commander of the Holy City, these defensive mages resisted the first attack of the undead emperor and immediately changed the batch. In front of such an emperor creature, these magicians are more like ancient Shield, the front row of the shield soldiers to bear a wave of enemy arrows immediately after the rain, so that the rear of the shield shield.

However, these defensive holy city masters did not resist the first wave of the enemy's offensive, a large high-level wizard directly killed, and the two super-level wizards responsible for the team leader were not spared.

There is a black turbidity in their body pores, the soul is gone, and the body is evaporating little by little, but in the process of evaporation, the black turbidity does not need to be guided to fly. The hollow black robes made his armor look darker and sullen!

Pain can only be relied on by killing. These breaths deprived from living people calm the face of the muscles that are twisting.

He is, after all, a dead soul!

Once you are angered, no amount of blood can fill the inner hatred! !