Versatile Mage

It belongs to me, and I'd like to face it alone.

The words of emptiness haunted Movan's ears, while at the same time Movan regained his freedom without any further repression.

He can move, but he can't take any steps for a while.

Just now, Movan learned of the promoter of the conspiracy, and what made him particularly helpless was that the promoter was not what he thought he was, he was a complete conspiracy bastard, he was competing for his interests. He wanted his grandson to be free from the cruel curse of the living and the dead, only from the perspective of being an old man.

And for the sake of the mastermind of the battle “thousands of years from now," as much as Movan could not argue, he was also not for himself, not for the so-called authoritarian rule of Al-Quds Al-Sharif. What he wants is a thousand years from now, people will not be invaded by the darkness of too much prosperity.

Instead, Movan himself...

He was wrong to take any side. Because this is a dispute that doesn't belong to me.

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

……

A black robe with a completely cloudy face that can't even be seen in those deterrent eyes for many times.

Walking down from the top of the mountain, he did not choose the boiling holy city, but stepped step by step to the battlefield of the city, the brilliant lights and the bright flames of the tower suddenly covered with a cold veil as the emptiness entered, and all the luminous objects became temperatureless.

Archangel Michal also flew into the battlefield of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, where he stood in a shattered tower lined with lines, where he could see the Avenue of Al-Quds Al-Sharif and where he could see the emptiness coming from.

Behind the archangel, Michal, is the reflexive sanctuary, above which the sacred dragon deer stood proudly at the top, and that agitating crowd of veils on his back swayed with the cool wind at night.

At this time, Qin Yuer did not look like a prisoner at all. Behind Archangel Michal was already the shadow of the holy light. He looked more like a guardian, defending the goddess who was being haunted by the devil.

Standing on the Avenue of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, the clean avenue is covered with green and grey floor tiles, and the shops on both sides are flourishing. Only this road is filled with a pair of hostile eyes, they are much brighter than those lights...

Looking at Qin Yuer, when he stared at her completely, he chopped up the emptiness and felt those vague memories in his mind all of a sudden turned into a wave of rushes, filled with his own thoughts!

The little drip of the past, Qin Yuer smiled, biased to recall all of this. This body that has always wanted to convey complete control of itself is not good, but torn the pain of heart and lung!

Dead spirits do not allow memories, especially good ones, and the more carved the minds, the more tortured they are.

“Ow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~! ”

As hell demons roar and empty roar echoes in the two holy cities, all the bright yellow, bright red, and burning white lights and flames have completely turned into the glowing green light, and the world is like a sudden fall into the cold Nine Haunted Tanks.

“Divine grace! ”

“Divine grace! ”

On the Avenue of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, on the roof of the street, the war magician of Al-Quds Al-Sharif read aloud that there were countless golden yellow ripples in the pitch-black night sky, and the ripples grew in magnitude, eventually turning into golden blades that could crush everything.

Successive cuts of gold blade marks into the emptiness reached by the Holy City, each of these blade marks will not be less powerful than the Holy Extortion Sword, and once a target is locked, it will surely cause the purest destruction of light, especially dark creatures.

Light is the dark star, even with a little spot of light, the dead creatures will burn all over their bodies, and such golden blade marks continue to fall on the Avenue of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, extremely frequent, almost illuminating the night as bright as day, with no gaps, no pauses.

The long classical Avenue neighborhood of Al-Quds Street, completely faceless, was filled with sharp cuts, and after the immense energy of light was baptized, it turned into a golden firefly ash, slowly rising in a wolfy street block.

The falling battlefield is over people's heads, so the golden firefly ashes flying in people's eyes slowed down countless times as much as the golden meteor rain, and the elegance fell, but melted like fireworks in the night between the two holy cities.

The golden blade marks cut the demon. It is a super-class method composed of countless super-powerful light system magic. It shook every magician looking up in the holy city of the earth. It is just that the black robe emperor is safe. His robe constantly splattered with golden light, which does not affect the presence of restrained light in any way. Its unique dark texture. This black robe is the black steel that travels through the flames...

“Blood drinks the wind! ”

Hands clawed and swept down the street.

The bloody wind sounded a strange whistle, passing through the magicians of Al-Quds Al-Sharif who stood on the street very quickly.

Each of these Al-Quds Mages is equipped with Armored Magic, has Defensive Magic, they are not responsible for attacking, they are the Al-Quds Mages standing on the roof, they exist to resist all the dark attacks of this Dead Emperor!

However, the blood-drinking evil wind is not attacking the flesh of these magicians at all. It is the wind that wears the soul, and the more powerful defensive magic and defensive junctions in front of it are just a meaningless web. The wind can pass, and the wind that wears the soul can instantly tear their souls to pieces!

“Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock!!!! ”

The defensive magicians standing on the Avenue of Al-Quds, like Domiro, fell one by one, and they were covered in corpse-like blue and grey, and their eyes were hollow because their souls had been torn apart.

In the plan of the Commander-in-Chief of Al-Quds, these defensive magicians resisted the first attack of the Undead Emperor and immediately swapped them. In front of such an imperial creature, these magicians were more like ancient shield lifters. The front-line shield lifters withstood a wave of enemy arrows and immediately replaced them, allowing the rear-row shield lifters to take over.

However, these Al-Quds Mages did not resist the first wave of enemy offensives at all. A large number of high-ranking magicians were killed directly, and the two super-majors in charge of the leadership were not spared.

The black cloudiness constantly appeared in the pores of their bodies, their souls extinguished, and their bodies evaporated a little bit. However, during the evaporation process, those black cloudinesses flew towards the empty black robe without guidance, making his armor look even darker and emitting gloomy air!

Pain, which can only be relieved by killing, is deprived of the breath of the living, which gradually calms the twisting face of the emptied muscle.

He, after all, is a dead spirit!

Once angry, no more blood can fill your heart's vengeance!!