The sound of the hardest skull shattering sounded, and streams of blood gushed down the barbarian's head. His body, which had begun to shrink, was stiff, and he fell to the ground and died of rest.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing that he was proud of his subordinates and died in humiliation, Prince Selante's eyes almost popped out.

At the same time, accompanied by a shrill wail, a charming woman fell to the ground, and a large area of ​​snow-white and delicate skin quickly became charred, and then the inner muscle tissue, blood vessels, and even white bones were exposed.

This legendary vampire killer from Dark Night Mask, who was always aloof and cold-looking figure, screamed and looked at a spellcaster with a disguised dark purple cloak attacking him with resentment. His body exploded into a blood mist, turning into countless bats and fleeing wildly.

The legendary spellcaster simply waved his staff lightly, a ripples-like invisible ripples rippled from the air with his body as the center.

The countless bats transformed by vampires were like fish in the net, ramming into an invisible large net, causing bursts of crackling and jumping lightning. With the sizzling sound, all the bats turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Even one of the four great dukes of the Dark Night Mask was dead, and Prince Selante's face became increasingly ugly.

Apparently, she tried to assassinate the mage, but was killed.

But he did not completely despair because he could feel in this one-sided battle that the Archbishop from the Dark Monarch had not taken action yet.

This Archbishop, who is of medium power, is the leader of the entire Chapel of Bain in the Kingdom of Cormier. The war against Arabia ten years ago, including the huge cost of summoning the incarnation of the Dark Monarch, was planned by him.

Although the final result ended in failure, the Archbishop survived safely and was able to survive until now in Cormier's precise attack on the power of the church.

As expected.

The Archbishop took action!

The Archbishop exuded an evil aura and stood on the temporary obsidian altar. He was wearing a purple-edged black robe, carrying a silver-white skull symbol in his hand, and his face was covered with a golden mask with a fear expression.

The Archbishop is summoning the demons from the bottomless abyss to help the battle!

The ancient and depraved demonic words sang from the Archbishop's mouth, and the evil dark energy spread like a substance at the end of the battlefield.

“Come out…”

"Let these people taste the anger from the abyss!"

The Archbishop stood in front of the altar and sneered, as if indicating that he was about to complete the casting of the spell and had the strength to speak harsh words.

Prince Selante stared at the altar with his breath.

The Abyss Demon is coming out, and the High Priest once threatened that with his ability, he could summon at least two Barolo Flame Demons.

Just then.

A spear like an energy beam passed through the dark altar, emitting dazzling light in an instant, dispersing all the evil energy gushing from the altar in an instant, and then burst out with a magnificent sacred energy, blowing it to pieces.

The high priest was penetrated by a spear, and a transparent hole in his chest that had already evaporated blood.

He tried to look up with difficulty, trying to see who the attacker was.

But the light in his eyes hidden in a golden mask with a fear expression was rapidly dissipating, eventually leaving him dead in reluctance.

The Archbishop took action!

The Archbishop is summoning the demon!

The Archbishop is dead!

Seeing this, Prince Selante, who fell from heaven to hell, was completely collapsed.

He has recognized who the attacker is.

This person is Cormier's most famous and dazzling mage lord, and he defends the country and announces Bryan.

He was really desperate.

He finally found an opportunity and paid a huge price to unite the army on the Dragon Coast to recruit pirates from the Weihong Sea, and even cooperated with Yinhun City and Sambia, so he won this great situation.

He thought he could lead the victorious army to take down Susar City in one go and get the force that competes with the north.

But he never expected that the whole situation would be reversed in a blink of an eye.

How did this guy do it?

Why was he able to paste all his troops on his face through the teleportation array?

Why are there so many condoms of his corpses?

Why can he release two meteor explosions in a row?

Why can he easily kill the legendary vampire of the Dark Night Mask?

Why was he able not only kill the Archbishop of the Dark Monarch, but also destroy his ritual to summon the Abyss Legion?

Who is he?!!!

The desolate horn sounded, and the familiar horn brought a familiar voice of revenge, which made Prince Selante, who had collapsed, panicked completely. He shouted at everyone without looking back: "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Retreat them all!"

"Boom!"

The sound of galloping horse hooves sounded, and the sound of trampling by was as heavy as thousands of troops, and even the earth was trembling slightly.

The majestic Purple Dragon Knights' charges became faster and faster, and eventually turned into an unstoppable torrent of steel, tearing apart their already shaky formation in an instant.

A stream of blood splattered.

The soldiers who fled in panic fell to the ground and died in the torrent of steel composed of the Purple Dragon Knights.

Obviously, the fleeing army was in the minds of the cavalry, allowing them to fully demonstrate the cavalry's mobility, long-distance raid and continuous combat capabilities at this moment.

The already shaky formation of the rebels completely collapsed at the moment of the cavalry colliding.

Prince Selante, who fled on a war horse, was already scared by this formation.

He rode his horse wildly.

On the chaotic battlefield, every bumpy, every pulling, every jumping of the horse, aches in his hands, and in order to survive, he must hold the reins tightly.

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Screams and screams were endless, and he had never heard such a loud scream.

He was so scared that he was so scared that he was trembling all over, and so scared that his voice began to choke.

The sound of gold and iron clashing came again, and the neighing and breathing of horses.

Suddenly, a hissing fireball exploded on his escape route.

The aftermath of the explosion overturned him and his men and horses on the muddy land. The armor on his body made him die. Heavy horse hooves stepped past him, and the horse's belly and worn belly streaked over his head, and then another horse's belly and the floating black horse decoration.

There was a slight whistle, like a lumberjack chopping wood, but there was no wood on the battlefield, only the sound of metal and iron clashing against each other.

"Leave him to me!!!"

With a shout, he was dull and low.

A huge black object slammed into the mud beside Prince Selante, blood splattered everywhere. He saw a foot covered in armor spasm, kicking and hitting, and the huge boots pierced into the ground.

The battlefield was burning like a roaring red fire wall.

A figure stood in the fire, and it seemed like a rider with a huge body, one head higher than the burning fire wall.

Her war horse was covered with a dark purple horse ornament, stalking with his head raised, making a neigh that made his blood chill.

The rider looked down at him.

Prince Selante saw that her giant helmet was like a fluttering purple dragon, and her silver-gray eyes flashed in the cracks of the helmet.

He also saw her lower hand holding a rune sword, the sword body with magical luster, reflecting the fire.

The rider was staring and Prince Selante was so scared that he couldn't move.

Fear freezes his body, and his strong fear makes his stomach churn. He can't hear the neighing of the injured horse, the roar of the flames, the crying of the dying man and the loud drums.

The only thing that exists, the only important, and the only meaningful is fear.

Fear turned into a knight wearing a dragon helmet and appeared in front of the raging red flame wall.

The rider appeared in the raging flames.

The rider raises the rune sword.

The rider urged the horse to attack!

The dragon wings on both sides of her helmet seemed to be dancing in the wind, like a roaring dragon. As a helpless prey, he had long been paralyzed by fear.

The dragon—or the knight—was terrifying, cruel and terrifying.

A cold light flashed by!

Prince Selante's head flew into the air, drew an arc, and rolled to the ground. His remaining body fell stiffly and heavily in the pool of blood, like a big tree that had just been cut down.
Chapter completed!