Myriad Realms Free Mercenaries

Chapter 970 All present
"Yeah... ah..."

The naga let out bursts of sharp and piercing screams, and continued to disappear into black smoke amidst the screams.

Although there are many nagas rushing out of the sea of ​​hell through the magic circle, and there is an endless stream, they cannot bear the power of the angel dance at all.

I saw that the sky was white and dazzling, densely packed reinforcements of the Holy See appeared in the sky, countless priests, priests, archbishops in red, deacons of the Inquisition, and the Pope's guards...

Their team is so huge, so huge that all dark creatures can't help but feel chills.

And at the forefront of the Holy See army, the Pope, dressed in a luxurious golden robe and a crown of thorns, stood proudly with a handsome man with long golden hair and a simple cross sword on his waist.

The blond man is none other than the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, the contemporary King Arthur. He does not have his own name, and the successors of each generation of King Arthur are named Arthur.

After the pope appeared, he looked up at the sky somewhere behind the five hundred black wizards, and said with a smile, "Old friend, we haven't seen each other for more than 100 years, right? Now that we're here, why hide?"

As soon as the pope finished speaking, a black and red light flashed above the head of the black wizard, and countless strange men in black robes suddenly appeared in the sky.

They were all skinny, even compared to Samantha who was almost out of shape, their whole bodies were covered in black silk robes.

This dress is very similar to the dark wizards, but the difference is that each of them holds a staff made of human bones in their hands.

There are strings of ferocious skeletons hanging around their necks, and the whole body is full of gloomy winds. The evil aura is so heavy that even the black wizards can only bow down.

They can be regarded as the advanced stage of dark wizards, but their final cultivation direction is different from that of dark wizards. What they cultivate is... a lich.

Following closely behind the Lich is a dense blood clan, they are elegant and noble, the men are handsome and the women are glamorous, they are the real blood nobles.

Of these blood clans, the lowest rank is the marquis, the dukes number in the hundreds, and the leaders are a few princes.

On the ground, there was a rumbling vibration. There were tens of thousands of werewolves running forward on all fours, forming a black wave on the ground.

And the supreme leader of the dark parliament, the dark speaker Caesar, a man of noble blood and a Roman ancestry, was wearing black armor and stood quietly in front of the parliamentary army.

The blood-red cloak fluttered in the night sky, as if telling his family, the lost glory, the glory that belonged to Julius Caesar.

"Joseph, hand over Jesus, and I'll let you go." Caesar looked up at the sky, and said in a calm voice to the Twelve Councilors who were not at a loss.

Pope Joseph Francis raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said in a deep voice, "Caesar, you seem to have misunderstood the situation. It is our Holy See who has the upper hand now."

The corner of Caesar's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "Really? Do you really think that a mere dance of angels can stop the army from the sea of ​​hell?"

Joseph's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the snake demon family who were still rushing out of the magic circle and then purified by the holy light emitted by the dance of angels.

It was like commenting on Caesar's words. At this moment, a green light that seemed to penetrate time and space suddenly shot out from the green magic circle and hit the dancing angel in the sky.

It was an arrow, an arrow composed of extremely evil and poisonous green energy.

The body of the angel made of holy light stopped for a moment, and the next moment, it was like glass shattering. The body of the angel was shattered inch by inch, and then turned into a faint mass of holy light again, and then dissipated.

Joseph's complexion changed drastically, and he said in a condensed voice: "Mei... Du... Sha."

The big demon from the sea of ​​hell appeared. However, when she appeared, people automatically ignored her head full of snake hair.

Medusa is very beautiful, so beautiful that the whole country is captivated, so beautiful that she is extremely enchanting. There is an indescribable coolness in every move she makes. She is a stunner.

But she closed her eyes tightly at this time, those eyes might be more beautiful, but unfortunately, no one has really seen her eyes clearly, because everyone who has seen her eyes has become unable to move , unspeakable, unfeeling stone statue.

"See Lord Medusa." All the dark creatures knelt down on one knee, and even the proud Caesar bowed down.

Medusa ignored the dark creatures, moved her slender legs, took a few steps forward in the air, and said coldly, "I smell the breath of light, very good, I will use you as a gift for my coming to the world !"

Upon hearing this, Caesar slowly raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon tonight is very round and bright, which is a great help to the dark council. Moonlight has a natural blessing effect on dark creatures, allowing dark creatures to maximize their power. It is the so-called dark moon The night of killing, the day of high wind and fire.

Without further hesitation, he pulled out the sword at his waist with a swish, pointed forward, and shouted: "Dark Council, attack."

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Werewolves seem to have a natural sensitivity to the moon, feeling the gentle caress of the moonlight, tens of thousands of werewolves howled at the moon, making the atmosphere of the battlefield even more bleak and chilling.

"Blood clan, transform." The blood clan prince also issued an order.

Countless vampire masters simultaneously made deafening screams, pairs of blood-red wings spread out from their backs, and the sky was filled with fragments of black uniforms.

They are no longer elegant, nor noble, what they represent is only blood, death, and killing.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the giant ax of the wolf king drew a dazzling arc of light in the dark night.

It seemed to tear time apart and shatter space. The shining light was like the death scythe in hell. A number of templars and deacons of the Inquisition were shattered under its axe.

"Kill!" The werewolf army yelled in unison, rushing toward the Holy See army like a tide. They held various weapons in their hands, including axes and maces. Their target was the Pope's Guards.

"The guards are ready, stand firm." Facing the werewolf army rushing like a tide, the young guards officers and soldiers showed a little panic on their faces.

They are not like Edward and the pope who have lived for hundreds of years. Many of them are excellent fighters selected from among the young believers.

But it was the first time to participate in such a large-scale battle. Basically, their mission was to stand guard in the Vatican.

And just when they were feeling hesitant and afraid, the encouraging voices of the commanders sounded: "For the glory of the Holy See."

"The glory of the Holy See." The three thousand guards shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky. Their blood began to boil, and they no longer felt fear.

"Kill." The soldiers yelled wildly, and the giant shield hand at the front ruthlessly plunged the two-meter-high shield into the ground.

The spearman behind took a step forward, and the gleaming silver spearhead rested on the shield. Immediately, a forest of spears grew out of the ground.

The tide-like army of werewolves rushed to the front.

"The spearman prepares...to stab." With a yell, the spear pierced out like lightning, and a dazzling arc of light was drawn in the dark night, blood splashed, and bright red blood immediately began to fly in the ground.

The tall body of the werewolf rushing to the front fell slowly, and above their heads, the cold moon was so dazzling.

(End of this chapter)