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Wu Hui couldn't help but touch his nose, a little embarrassed and guilty. However, he didn't mean to not help.

But he was not idle in the gaps waiting for the official letter these days. With the secret help of Moses, he quietly captured the two confidants of the priest of Solo and tortured the locations of several Dark Sects, including the Thorns. Saint Luke and the men of the Holy See, took the strongholds one by one.

I did this because I was afraid that the thorn leader would take action and they would find something wrong and escape quietly.

This time, because of the preparations and the news was strictly blocked, the main priest Solo is still in the dark until now.

However, in the process, it was a little unexpected. There was a person in charge of a stronghold who was actually a sub-saint, and it was very cunning and difficult, and it took St. Luke a little more.

Fortunately, I started this first. After all, this sect is best at lurking and escaping. Once they escape, there will be endless troubles.

"Sister Nana, I know you can do it anymore. Also, Black, don't just watch the show," Wu Hui waved to Black, "No matter how you say you are a professional bard, don't you give your Sister Nana a song to boost your morale."

"Brother's proposal is really wonderful. We minstrels can't do anything else, but encourage it." Black Leeton's eyes lit up, and he picked up the harp, and his slender fingers passed by the strings, stirring up a series of beautiful music. "Brother Wu Hui, I suggest that we Huiyao Double Stars play a ensemble and encourage Nana together."

This proposal is good. Although the name of Huiyao Double Star is too awkward, it can't help but he feels itchy. With one move, he also took out his beloved guitar.

Then, he and Black played a beautiful melody.

"Ah~ Sister Nana, you are the stars in that sky, shining and out of reach." Black sang a hymn intoxicatedly, "Ah~ Sister Nana, you are the lonely cliff by the sea, and you fearlessly welcome the sharpening of the waves every day."

"puff!"

Originally, Liliana was evenly matched with the Bone Dragon, but was a little manic by Black's bloody poems. She was swept directly by the dragon's tail, and her body flew out and collapsed a stone wall, and blood spurted out from her mouth.

"You are light, you are electricity, you are the only myth." Wu Hui also began to sing happily, "Oh, you are my super star~"

"puff!"

Liliana, who had just stood up and was about to fight the Holy Bone Dragon again, sprayed another mouthful of blood. Her face turned pale. She looked back at the two very cheerful little white faces, rubbing the blood on the corner of her mouth and said, "You two fools have enough faces. I'm here to beat you to death. It's okay if you two don't help. Can you stop making trouble?"

"Sister Nana, be careful, don't be distracted." Wu Hui reminded while playing the guitar.

The Priest Solo and the Bone Dragon took the opportunity to kill him again. Liliana hurriedly rolled away, turned her grief and anger into strength, and continued to fight against the Priest Solo and the Bone Dragon of the Undead.

But her power cannot be fully utilized, and the main priest of the Saint-level powerhouse is a master among the saint-level powerhouses. It has been more and more difficult to persevere with one or two. The arm on the left was even accidentally scratched by the undead bone dragon. If it weren't for the power of the thunder and fire elemental force that had some effect on the dark attributes, I was afraid that the wound would have been stained with the power of curses.

"Boy Wu Hui." Liliana was in a panic. "If your reinforcements don't appear again, don't blame me for being ruthless and innocent, and run away first."

"Hmph, reinforcements?" The priest Solo smiled angrily, "I will clean up you first, and then clean up the so-called reinforcements. Then tear the boy named Wu Hui into pieces."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Is that right? I want to see how capable you are to tear our young master into pieces."

I saw an old servant with a face like poker slowly stepping into the battlefield. His back was a little hunched, and he couldn't tell at all that he was a peerless master.

However, as soon as he appeared, Liliana, who was already in danger, breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had seen a savior. Although she had never seen the old man take action in person, she knew that the old servant was definitely an unfathomable super strong man.

"you?"

The cold eyes of the priest Solo stared at Saint Luke, "The breath is very restrained. I want to see if you have the ability to protect your young master."

Suddenly.

St. Luke stepped on the air step by step, climbing up step by step, as if there was a substantial staircase under his empty feet. Until more than ten meters, a dazzling holy light gradually lit up around him.

“Wow~”

A pair of golden wings stretched out from behind him, shining with light. He flapped his wings, flew down from the air, drew his sword and slashed straight.

In an instant, the white holy light flowed out from the white wings like flowing water, covering half of the sky.

In the holy light, a sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth slashed straight down, and the sword light slashed hard on the huge bone wings of the undead bone dragon.

"Crack~!"

A crisp sound that makes people sore teeth suddenly sounded.

The undead bone dragon suddenly shook, and a huge gap was cut from the pale wing bone, which was almost as thick as a human thigh. Slightly cracks spread, and the white holy light spread in the cracks, competing with the black gas that spread out from the broken bones. The broken bone healing speed that was originally healed immediately suddenly became extremely slow.

"Roar~!"

The undead bone dragon roared in pain, and its originally extremely smooth and fast flight posture suddenly became crooked and almost fell from the sky.

It was not until this time that the figure wrapped in the brilliant holy light completely revealed its figure.

It was a tall and handsome young man, with his chestnut half-length hair swaying slightly in the wind, his deep black eyes seemed to reflect the starlight, a pair of white wings stretched in the wind, and each feather seemed to emit a sacred light.

Majestic, sacred, and extremely powerful.

Angel of War, St. Luke!

The undead bone dragon was very angry, and even the soul fire in the skull was trembling slightly.

Since it was born in the land of bones, no one has ever suffered such a great loss except for the extremely powerful lord.

With its limited wisdom, it does not understand what the war angel means here, it only knows that this person deserves to die!

With a roar, a stream of rich dark power suddenly surged out of the body, forcibly dispelling the power of holy light stained on the wing bones. In an instant, the huge cracks on the wing bones began to heal quickly.

It slapped its wings suddenly, and its body rushed up like lightning, and whispered to St. Luke.

It hated St. Luke and had to bite a bite of the flesh from him.

St. Luke was not vague and immediately started fighting with the undead bone dragon.

"Angel of War! It's an angel of War!"

Priest Solo, who had lived for so long, looked at the figure with white wings on his head and holy light was surrounded by holy light. His already pale face suddenly disappeared even the last trace of blood.

He is not the undead bone dragon, so he certainly understands what the appearance of the war angel means.

The Angel of War was the most proud battle weapon of the Lord of Light.

Once upon a time, many years ago.

The scene of tens of millions of angels coming out in full swing to encircle the dark undead line, which was deeply imprinted in his mind like a knife carving. Every time he remembered it, he couldn't help but tremble and fear, as if he was still the little dark wizard who could not do anything but hide.

The red light in his eyes kept flashing, and his body under the empty black robe trembled unconsciously.

"Hmph! Now you know it's amazing?" Liliana stretched out, "I told you a long time ago, don't mess around on the territory of God of Light, you won't listen..."

Although she said it hard, her inner shock was no less than that of the priest Solo.

War Angel, Wu Hui's old servant turned out to be a war angel.

Such an identity was beyond her imagination.

Could it be...

Just as a vague possibility flashed through Liliana's heart, a white light suddenly fell from the sky and penetrated into her body.

In an instant, all the wounds on her left arm healed, and her fighting will rise unprecedentedly, and even the recovery of the fighting spirit was much faster.

This familiar feeling...the art of blessings for light!

Liliana's eyes lit up, and she understood that this was the war angel who added state to her.

For a moment, she cried with joy. She hadn't fought with clergy for a long time, and she almost forgot what it felt like to be wrapped in countless gain states.

At the same time, her confidence became unprecedentedly sufficient, and she lost her original idea of ​​withdrawing if she couldn't beat it.

With the help of the war angel, what else can she worry about?

Just do it!

Liliana's eyes were cold, and every cell in her body was clamoring to fight, and her momentum suddenly surged again.

Amid the "cracking" thunder and fire, blue-purple thunder and red firelight surged out from her body. As her wrist trembled, it instantly poured into the metal whip covered with barbed into her hand like a river.

In an instant, a dazzling three-color light burst out on the metal whip, and the terrifying energy fluctuations made even the air slightly shake.

In the sun, she wore a red dress and held a golden whip in her hand, just like the invincible god of war in the Bible story, glorious and arrogant.

"Damn it!"

Priest Soro realized that something was wrong and repeatedly cast various powerful undead spells with negative effects in his hands, trying to control Liliana with intensive attacks.

However, Liliana was carrying the blood of the Void Thunder Dragon. Not only was her physical strength strong, but her fighting spirit was extremely thick, and she was no less than a lich who had lived for hundreds of years.

Without the restraint of the undead bone dragon and the buffing state of the war angel, she was like a tiger opening the gate, or a tyrannosaurus with her gentle cloak removed, rushing around, becoming more and more courageous as she fights.

After a while, the main priest Solo, who was still in the upper hand, was completely suppressed by her. On several occasions, she almost got hit by her with a golden whip.

In the sky, the battle between the Undead Bone Dragon and the War Angel Saint Luke also showed a one-sided situation.

Although the undead bone dragon is powerful, the war angel is no less than it. What's more, the holy light on the angel comes directly from the gods, and the suppression effect of the power of darkness is extremely powerful. After a while, the undead bone dragon is already scarred and has no initial momentum. It has changed from actively attacking to desperately dodging and saving its life.

If St. Luke hadn't always been on guard and prevented him from running back, he would have even wanted to fly back to the ground to seek the protection of the priest Soro.

The four saint-level powerful men grew bigger and further away. As they fought, they actually hit a valley near Thorn Fort.

At the edge of the valley, Wu Hui and Black nest together in a hidden place to watch the battle.

Black held the magic lookout glass that was taken out from the Earl's Treasure House, looked here and there again, with bright colors in his eyes: "It's wonderful, it's really wonderful. When I encounter this situation, I'm really excited and want a poem."

"Oh ~ The holy angel of war, you hold the Holy Sword of Light, clearing away the evil and filth of the world."

"Ah~Liliana, the beautiful tavern owner, you are the domineering man in the world. Holding an iron whip in hand, you are majestic and unstoppable, beating the evil dark undead priest. Sister Nana, you are so strong as a cow..."

Wu Hui was sweating coldly, and he could listen to this guy Black's music, but this poem was really less and less tuned. He learned a strong adjective from him, but he dared to use it on Sister Nana. Does he not want to live anymore?

What's more, he didn't ask why the old servant turned into an angel of war? Wu Hui was still waiting to reveal his identity and shocked him. The two guys were so nervous that they were bigger than they imagined...
Chapter completed!