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"Degenerate Holy, you really surprise me. You always let me see so many surprises that I don't want to see, Adam."

Moses sighed softly, and then a light began to appear faintly in his body. This light was full of holiness, and it was not like the holy light of the Holy See. When it appeared, it was filled with faith, as if there were hymns faintly singing at any time. This light is so pure, just light and holiness.

Moses took a heavy step, and the breath on the Millennium Earl gradually became colder. At the same time, his heart became helpless. He knew that facing Moses at this time was not a good choice.

Moses' power is not strong, but it is too restrained. His resurrection is because of Pan. Pan used his magic power to build this body for him, making him a being similar to the lord of hell, but it also made him Lost his former body and his former strength.

The holy light of darkness, the holy heart of darkness.

This was his most essential power. He was burdened with darkness, but obeyed the will of God. He was God's fallen angel.

Because of this, when Moses and Elijah faced him together, they could only expel him, and even Elijah, the prophet, would be killed by him later.

But things are different now. His role is no longer God's dark apostle, but a simple hell demon.

Apart from restraint, this actually has elements of each other, but there is another point, that is, the Millennium Earl is not in a good state now. He has been a little weak after a battle. If he continues to entangle and exert his true power, he will probably not be able to do it. There is no way to defeat Moses.

The Millennium Earl suddenly sneered and said, "My friend, there will be many opportunities for us to meet in the future."

His body suddenly turned into a pure white doll and fell to the ground helplessly.

Moses frowned, but finally sighed and said, "It seems that as an old man, I still don't have much to do. Times are changing really fast."

He walked slowly to Howard's side, and placed the wooden stick gently on Howard's body. Howard's body burst into light, and then some black plague bugs emerged from Howard's mouth and nose, turning into ashes in the sky.

"You finally arrived. If you were here, it wouldn't have been so tragic."

Howard sighed.

Moses looked at Howard with a kind expression and said softly, "Howard, my dear successor, I thought you would understand what we are facing. The mystics of this era are still too immature. They need some time." A field of blood and fire.”

"I understand."

The two battlefields of New York and Africa opened by Eastern countries are not the entirety of this war. Low-level demons, monsters that have long been the source of human evil, are erupting everywhere in this world, but the intensity is limited to a certain level. range.

The Holy See's army, exorcists from various places, and mysterious organizations of all sizes are all fighting.

The Alliance of Resurrectionists, an organization that was inadvertently created by Noh, was wiped out in the early stages of this war.

This is also a microcosm of the situation around the world where this war is far more tragic than it looks.

The return of Moses is only the beginning.

Burning with boiling blood, his golden eyes shine in every corner of the world.

Weird magic, natural disasters that occur from time to time, these are the shadows of magicians.

In some places where the disaster was more serious, some people as elegant as nobles performed magic tricks one after another.

Russia, the small town of Kass, has experienced a baptism of demons.

Under the protection of several exorcists, this small town fought against three demons. After a brutal fight, there were only two exorcists left in the town, but there was still one demon left. , lurking in the town, always ready to ambush the remaining two exorcists.

"Gana Gilko, I can't hold on anymore."

A woman with a pair of blue eyes sighed weakly.

Ganajirko is a young man with yellow hair. He looked at the woman with blue eyes and sighed, with weakness on his face and a somewhat complicated look on his face.

They are in a huge basement, which was created by a mysterious person using magic. All the living residents of the town are here. There is a chaotic light on the walls of the basement, which is obviously... A kind of protective magic.

"Lena, the inheritance of the Night Watch will be left to you."

Garner Gilko suddenly made a decision.

Lena looked at Garner Gilko, shook her head numbly and said, "It's useless, Garner Gilko, the deaths of those two demons were done at the cost of Boren's life. At least four people can replace them." If someone dies, there's nothing you can do alone."

Ganajilko looked at the chaotic color of the wall that was getting stronger and weaker, and he knew that he couldn't hold on like this for much longer.

Lena possesses guardian magic that can protect the residents, but the demons continue to attack the magic circle. In order to prevent them from entering, other exorcists kept going out to fight the demons, and finally delayed until now.

The strongest exorcist among them, the exorcist who built this basement, is already dead.

"At least, it can delay some time."

Ganajilko shrugged helplessly, picked up a bottle of wine on the table, and poured it into his mouth. The wine kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and even made him choke a few times, but he did not stop this action.

After drinking it all in one breath, he even extravagantly used some magic power to expel part of the alcohol. Then he looked around at the group of frightened ordinary people and smiled with some relief.

When he reached the door, his not-so-strong body was suddenly restrained.

He sighed softly and said, "Mom, I will be back, I promise."

He turned and gently pushed the thin middle-aged woman away, then opened the door directly, closed it, and walked up the usual stairs, ignoring the faint crying behind him.

After he walked out, the familiar wind, snow and cold made him shiver.

He shifted his gaze and slowly opened his mouth.

I saw a cold and handsome young man, with his dazzling golden eyes open, slowly pulling out a bloody blade from the body of a goat-horned demon, and then flicking it, the blade returned to white.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, the young man moved his gaze towards him, nodded, and then turned away.

Ganajirko wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything at all, but he knew that the crisis had been resolved.

African battlefield.

He stopped, the surrounding fog continued to fade, and the broken corpses of six Noah clan were scattered everywhere.

After observing for a while, he looked at the scattered demon army, almost all of which had been dealt with, and he said softly, "They're all dealt with."

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