Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

The Fertile Dance of Kantanaroa Temple Knights, this sacrificial holy dance is simple, solemn as a mountain, and passionate as a wilderness. The dance steps of each knight are different. Like green shoots emerging, there is no uniform shape, because everything in nature is like this, growing freely and endlessly in the wilderness blown by the breeze.

Now they danced more enthusiastically and wildly to the hymn praising the light.

In other words... In Kevin's eyes, he was seeing a row of sturdy tin cans bouncing vigorously. Others are fine. Although the dance of abundance does not conform to the mainstream aesthetics of the southeastern kingdom, it is also similar to the northern land The taste is very different, but the self-contained life force in the dance still makes the viewers excited. The knights' movements are simple but not crude, with the beauty of primitive power, but their leader...

Lord Mavis, you are on the same page!

"Everyone has something they are not good at." Adeline felt Kevin's mood and couldn't help comforting her, "You are still a high-level necromancer without a lich, so what if Mr. Mavis dances ugly? gone?"

"Actually, you are not my banshee at all. You were sent by God Muye to help the Holy White Knight to torture me?" Kevin was heartbroken. His mood fluctuated so much that Adeline wondered if she would directly use the master's Resentment Advanced Lich.

What's even more frightening is that even though Meivis' movements are stiff, his limbs are twisted, and his hands and feet are uncoordinated, his knights still enjoy the opportunity to dance with the commander with admiration, as if this is some kind of gift from heaven. They will collectively elevate to a higher level. Meivis is already very tall and burly, but he is wearing a suit of armor, and his movements are not beautiful...

Kevin felt his heart throbbing.

Fortunately, this holy dance also does not require artistry. With the dancing of the holy white knights, the effect of the magic is not compromised by the ugly dance of the commander. With the holy white knight as the center, the power from the wilderness spreads in a fan shape. The burning wooden stick was vigorously burned by the fire, but there was no visible shortening at all, and the flame of life burned vigorously again.

The army of undead creatures began to retreat, and the two divine powers of Guangming and Makino were enough to suppress their advancing momentum. The mages of the legion regained their vitality, throwing spells one by one like chicken blood, and they were about to be humiliated and regained the caster dignity.

The fortress defenders have also descended to the ground. They brandish their weapons and advance in an orderly manner. With the support of divine magic, they press the dead people back.

The dark knights rushed to the front, and they chased the opponent's Lich. The Lich is a powerful but absolutely rare weapon. Whether it is a self-transformed spellcaster or a Lich manipulated by a master, it will not allow it to be easily attacked. Attrition, autonomous liches would rather continue to exist as undead. Of course, they are very rare. Liches with masters are treated as treasures by their masters. When dark knights kill them, the first reaction of those liches is to mobilize other people around them. of undead creatures as meat shields.

There are more than 20 liches in the queue. This is a very scary number. Regardless of their strength, the seriousness of this problem has exceeded the estimate of the empire. This shows that the number of necromancers recruited by the Oblivion Sect is at least three times that number There are many more, even a great mage at the level of the great priest Siyue, there are only three liches in his hands-you know, that is the priest Siyue, who is almost considered by the mages of the academy and the magic council to be the most spiritually powerful in the world Some of them even called him "Master of the Undead".The vast majority of necromancers can only possess this level of undead creatures only if they transform themselves into liches. Therefore, if ordinary necromancers want to gather more than 20 liches, their number may soon outnumber one of Haines' men. group.

The Lich was attacked by the Dark Knight. The Dark Knights were fighting on their own. Suddenly, everyone rushed to one of the Liches—it turned out to be a little girl. On an adult occasion, at this moment all the dark knights rushed towards her, and it looked like a group of hooligans bullying the little girl.

The dark knights wore their black armor with hideous and terrifying visual effects, and their auras were not inferior to those of the vicious lich around them. They cooperated tacitly, and the crescent-shaped grudges came one after another. Lich Isabe Ra recognized Et Gaya, even though the other party was wearing a full set of dark knight armor, the expression of the little girl lich was still distorted immediately, wishing to eat him raw.

"It's you! How dare you bully my Caroline!"

Et Gaya smiled politely: "Then where is she? It happens that I can send the two of you to heaven together, so as not to be lonely, but it doesn't matter, you are her master, and she can't run away even if you die."

"It's not certain who will die!" The lich's small body roared hoarsely and hollowly.

The dark knight shot like lightning. This small but powerful lich focused all her attention on Et Gaya, and the liches didn't know how to cooperate. The terrifying pressure she released caused her companions to avoid it. At that moment, those dark knights turned around in unison, flying in groups of three or four, and flew towards the evading lich, like black goshawks.

The power of darkness cuts the soul of the lich, and it can destroy the soul of the lich without destroying the phylactery. The liches who were caught off guard have been attacked one after another. The dark knights only pick soft persimmons. The strength of the twenty liches varies from high to low. , there are only a few who can meet the minimum requirements of this class, and now they have become the first choice for the dark knights.

Et Gaya was like a black tornado. He hovered around Isabella, completely suppressing the lich. All the undead creatures caught by his sword wind were torn to pieces. Isabella couldn't sing and cast spells at all. Stretched left and right, the low-level undead creatures acting as meat shields screamed and tried to escape, but were directly captured by the Grand Lich, and Etjaya's sword could easily chop them into pieces.

Puff puff—the space shook slightly, and before Etjaya's sword stabbed Isabella, the lich's body twisted and disappeared, and the rest of the liches also disappeared one after another. They call forcibly.

The undead creatures began to retreat briefly, but only at high ranks, and the cannon fodder continued to pour in, as if they were endless.

The high-level priests stopped casting spells to save their strength, and the guards of the Silver Heart Fortress began to confront the low-level corpses.

This situation was repeated day and night in the ensuing time.

Obviously, the enemy quickly found a way to break through the Silver Heart Fortress - the defenders are the living, but the main force of the attack is the tireless dead. Even high-level clerics cannot resist the endless endless attacks of the dead. They are like mushrooms in the forest, sprouting out endlessly. The fortress defenders are just ordinary troops. These completely unconscious corpses are already their formidable enemies. Those corpses have no good joints all over their bodies, even if there is only one hand left, that hand will tirelessly grab the soldier's thigh.

The holy water he drank had expired, and new ones could not be produced quickly. By the third day, the dead soldiers began to turn into enemies.

The female witch corpse and the elusive lich in the distance are a heavy pressure. Yalan and Dinin take turns guarding their own spiritual defense. The voice of the elf is a little hoarse. The Tanaroa temple knights were amazed at the fins and gills.

The dark knights and paladins went out of the city in turn. They tried to find the hidden high-level enemy, but failed for several days. One knight on each side was seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.

Etjaye completely ignored whether it was in public or not. He hugged Yalan who came down from the city wall, and Yalan reached out to wipe the blood from his face. When the knight was leading the team out of the city, something scratched his face. There was a bloody mouth, but Et Gaya stopped Yalan's healing technique and forcefully asked him to rest.

"It will leave a scar, and it will be disfigured." Yalan muttered.

"You can wait until the end of the battle to eliminate it. At that time, your holy light can be wasted at will." Atgaya said, "If this continues, the Silver Heart Fortress will be dragged down by the army of undead creatures."

The Duke of Haynes' application for support was sent back to the capital, Holy Light City. Except for the fixed defenders in various fortresses, they still have sufficient troops, especially the Griffin Corps, which is also known as the Magic Legion—but, the legion can be rotated to increase Priests can't do it, and the temple has no way to transfer priests, because they are busy wrangling with politicians from various countries.

A short parliament is being held, the heads of major countries are not assembled, but there are more or less court mages in the big countries, and the mages use communication magic to establish a short-term real-time transmission magic, and some small countries with weaker strength are excluded Outside of the conference, the strength of this country is only one step away from the two great empires if it can raise mages of this level——

Therefore, many heads of state are secretly very happy to see some troubles between the Holy Dragon Empire and Oslant.It’s not that they support the Annihilation Sect. It’s no secret that the Annihilation Sect is at the top of every country. This belief organization hopes to destroy all existing orders. Then Holy Dragon and Oslant are only the first wave of targets. Once the two countries fall , and the rest of their countries will sooner or later.

"You are the strongest country of mankind. Is this name a bragging? I firmly disagree with allowing the large-scale legions of the Temple and Shadow Moon to send troops. Who knows if we are all taken away by theocracy after a battle! A middle-aged king of the plain kingdom waved his hands angrily, his fingers were full of gemstones, and he could vaguely see the girl with a cat's tail through the picture with incomplete spells.

"Since when did the divine power overthrow you, who are you?" In addition, there is a king who is tit for tat.

"One thousand and four hundred years ago! History will never be forgotten!"

"Hey!" The old man who refuted him exclaimed, "One thousand and four hundred years, does your country have a thousand and four hundred years of history?"

The paladin representative sitting next to Emperor Gesa of Oslant in the conference room was expressionless and didn't say a word.

"Anyway, I don't agree with the Paladin Legion's expedition." Others also supported, "Is the human empire so useless that a few heretics can't be wiped out?"

On the other side of the communication, a tall, silver-haired man sat there, and said unhurriedly: "I don't care about the human empire, our country hopes... no, it is to ask the temple to send troops to fight against heresy as soon as possible."

"Who are you? Where is the Holy Dragon Emperor?"

Emperor Gesa supported his forehead with a headache: "This is the Dragon King of the Holy Dragon Empire, Silver Dragon Xuefeng."

The giant dragon who turned into a handsome man glanced at the glowing gems on the heads of those leaders, and obviously felt a subtle heartache. He said in an elegant and solemn tone: "Short-sighted human beings, if you continue to fight for power like this, next year everyone I'm going to be the king of the undead."