The light of magic illuminates this dim place from time to time.

Fire, frost, thunder, and countless elements are raging and colliding, tearing apart everything around them.

Andrea's firepower was fully activated, and the arcane energy was like a trickle or a ribbon. It only took a few seconds for several spells to be constructed and fired.

As a near-peak ninth-level spellcaster, although she is not yet able to truly perform spells with words, "high-speed chanting" is still very obvious.

The thin water mist in the air was extracted, and from the moment the sound sounded, it solidified into white frost.

"snowstorm!"

The roaring white elves were so terrifying, and the huge cold current washed away everything around them. In front of this vast momentum, the three men in black robes seemed extremely small.

However, they have also reached the highest level and do not panic, otherwise they would not be able to compete with the "Still Witch" and others until now.

One of them just waved his hand, and a powerful guardian barrier was spread around.

He did not stop his movements, but recited a complex incantation in his mouth. The sound was not loud, but it drowned out the sound caused by the collision of magic and barrier, and even the howling wind and snow.

There was no way to cover up his voice.

"Destroying the Demonic Dance (Dan)."

The wave of negative energy of destruction instantly swept through everything within the range. Many Paladins could not dodge and were shattered like the stones they were hit, with their flesh and blood scattered on the ground. Even though the Paladins had firm faith, they could not help but

He looked at the demon in front of him in fear.

"Damn it!" Ruger couldn't help but curse in a low voice. He had rarely been so out of control since he sat on the Cardinal's seat.

"God says, redemption; God says, hope; God says, light will drive away all evil."

The shining divine light shone on the silver armor of the Paladins, and the negative energy that rushed towards them seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and was burned away by this light representing hope.

Under the Holy Light, hope lasts forever!

The paladins once again gathered under the goddess's banner with high spirits!

"Tsk, so I hate dealing with these lunatics from the Holy See." said the man who cast the spell before.

"They're just a bunch of silver knights. Dudley, you're really going backwards as you live." Another man in black robe said casually.

"Huh, Middles, what do you, a guy with a brain full of muscles, know?"

"I don't understand, but I only know one thing. As long as I kill them all, everything will be solved, hahaha." He laughed and walked out of Dudley's barrier, pulled out a huge two-handed sword, and raised his hand contemptuously.

own index finger.

Ruger looked at the big man who jumped out cautiously. He always felt that the four words "Middles" were familiar, but for the moment he could not find this name from the distant past.

It only took the cardinal a moment's confusion before the big man came into close combat with the paladins.

This tall man who called himself "Middles" immediately showed his extraordinary ability. I don't dare to say that he is a tiger among the sheep, but it is still worthy of being called a whale rising in the sea and a wolf rolling in the storm.

His moves were violent and bloody, and a paladin who was much stronger than an average adult man was nothing more than a general in front of his big sword. This was the result of the blessing of the Holy Light.

It seems that he has had enough of the fight.

.He took off his black robe.

Dudley couldn't help but muttered, "Barbarians are savages, they are just like uncivilized beasts."

Compared to the diss from his teammates, Luger's face was solemn.

This guy, Middles, he finally remembered who he was.

The Holy See's SS-level heretic, and more importantly, this guy is a pure-blooded barbarian, a true barbarian who came from the northern frozen soil and crossed the endless Great Wall!

This race comes from uncivilized areas or barbarian tribes on the edge of civilization (mostly the frozen soil outside the endless Great Wall in the north).

Civilized people call them barbarians or berserkers, thinking that they represent destruction, disrespect and cruelty. They are shrewd and persevering, and are ruthless and cannot be despised by anyone.

Barbarians are outstanding combatants. Unlike ordinary warriors who rely on good training, barbarians rely on their natural and powerful violent force. They often do not like to take on boring guard jobs or ordinary errands, but are very accustomed to adventurous activities.

dangerous uncertainty, and not afraid of hardships

Labor. They may have a sense of honor, but their hearts are wild and unruly. This wildness is the source of their strength and is incompatible with law. Therefore, the barbarians in the chaotic camp are sometimes free and unrestrained, and sometimes they become a source of unthinking destruction. Right now

This guy called Middles was one.

Also, let me mention that the reason why he and Dudley have a bad relationship is because barbarians don't like things they don't understand, such as magic. (Barbarians are more tolerant of warlocks than wizards, but this may be because warlocks are more charming.

(for reasons.)

In short, this guy is a big trouble. Luger vaguely remembers the time when the Holy See sent an entire team and was massacred by him.

If the knight commander was not injured, he believed that with his own magic and the knight commander, he would not be afraid of him. But unfortunately, the side effects brought about by the advent of faith were not something he could solve.

Only the holy pool can help him recover quickly.

The injured knight captain is not present at the moment, and the possibility of relying on a group of silver knights to defeat the SS-level heretics is infinitely close to zero, even if there is a red archbishop beside him.

Because, from a level perspective, the gap is too big. Even if Luger's magic can smooth out some of the differences in combat power in a short period of time, the "qualitative" gap is not that easy to overcome.

To use an inappropriate analogy, a group of low-level magicians cannot kill a high-level spellcaster with magic. The higher the level gap, the more desperate it becomes.

Sighing, Luge read loudly.

"God said, the light will shine on the world, and the glory will be on the other side."

"God said, the dawn subverts the abyss, and the light drives out the darkness."

"God said, nourish all things; God said, penetrate the heaven and earth; God said, overcome despair; God said, angels are about to come to the world!"

White feathers seemed to be falling from the sky, and Middles and the Paladins stopped their actions.

Warm, extremely warm.

The paladins raised their blood-stained faces and looked up at the top of the stone chamber. They seemed to see the face of the goddess at this moment.

So, they shouted:

"As a believer in the Holy Light, I ask you to open the door to heaven, give me the dawn that penetrates heaven and earth, turn me into a real angel, and spread God's light all over the earth."

"Great goddess! I am willing to use my endless faith in exchange for following you; God! I am willing to abandon everything in the world.

All have your mercy; O God! Please let your messengers come to help your most loyal believers."

"Great goddess of radiance, we long for your gaze, we worship your power, and we hope that your messenger will come to the world. Hope and dawn are my only beliefs in this life!"

With the voices of the Paladins, the holy light became louder and louder, and both sides had to stop their fighting.

"Idiot, stop them!" Dudley shouted.

The barbarian was not a fool. He wanted to kill these paladins right now. His intuition told him that these unsuspecting guys were in danger, but it was already too late.

"Forbidden magic, divine descending, angel descending."

Ruger's voice echoed in the quiet stone room.

The paladins illuminated by the light slowly opened their arms, and they were embracing the holy light they believed in.

After a while, the light shone down and completely enveloped them.

Ruger looked at them with red eyes, and they looked at the cardinal calmly.

Then, under the dazzling light, everyone could only temporarily close their eyes.

The light dissipated, and the chosen paladins were no longer seen, but from this light came creatures different from humans.

Perfect, flawless.

The moment they saw Him, everyone had only this feeling in their hearts.

This is a creature that is completely different from humans, and even different from all races on the continent of Ireland.

He is so clean that he is not contaminated by any dirt in the world. Ordinary people would feel blasphemy just by looking at Him.

They are the servants of the legendary goddess and the true messengers of God.

They are angels!

"Angel!"

This is a legendary creature!

Ivan stared with wide eyes, but the soft light was extremely dazzling in his eyes, and even made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Of course, it wasn't just because of the demon blood. Everyone present, including him, understood the fate of those paladins wrapped in light.

Sacrifice.

This word appeared in his mind, and he didn't understand what the difference was between doing this and those black magicians.

Maybe one was voluntary and the other was forced to sacrifice?

He doesn't understand.

"Angel? It's interesting." The last man in black robe said.

He is also the strongest among the three. It was he and Dudley who held Andrea, Bernice and others back before.

"Tsk, they are indeed a bunch of lunatics."

Dudley could only sigh with emotion. Sometimes he really admired the Holy See for actually making people climb onto the altar to die. It would be great if black magicians like them also had this ability. Unfortunately, the sacrifices were always large.

Crying and making a fuss is really disturbing.

"Is this an angel?" Middles licked his lips and continued: "I haven't killed this thing yet."

Luger walked next to the angels. As a senior member of the Holy See, he knew more than the average person. Angels were just the killing weapons of the Holy See. However, their appearance was pure and spotless, and they were very suitable for being promoted as "spokesmen of the goddess" to fool the people.

Therefore, he has no respect or affection for creatures like angels. If the situation were not urgent, he would not activate one of the nine forbidden arts of the Vatican, "God's Descendance and Angel's Descendance".
Chapter completed!