When the people from the Holy See arrived, and seeing his lovely collections falling one by one under the opponent's holy light, Barbossa knew it was time to retreat.

The man in black just happened to walk out of the Alchemist Association. From the looks of it, he must have gotten what he wanted.

"Too slow." Barbossa was a little dissatisfied. If the man in black hadn't taken too long, the three people on his side could have left more calmly.

"No way, after leaving the association, they took away all my manuscripts." The man in black shrugged.

"The demon shadow has retreated." A black shadow appeared from beside the two people.

This old guy never wanted to seriously fight with the opponent from the beginning. He just delayed the opponent as long as he could, and launched only a few attacks.

"Stop them," the saint said.

The paladins on both sides drew their weapons.

"Holy Blessing."

"Glorious Praise."

"Blessed by the Holy Light."

The saint lightly cast three major buffing spells on the two paladins, which were enough for them to kill all undead and disperse all dark magic.

"Bone prison!"

"Shadowmire!"

Necromancer and Demon Shadow used their restricted skills one after another.

The Bone Prison is no different from paper under the sword of the Paladins, but the special ability of the Shadow Mire to use the materials of the Shadow Realm has brought certain obstacles to the Paladins.

Taking this opportunity, the bone dragon quickly broke away from the frost giant and came to the three people. The three were ready to use the bone dragon's flying advantage to get rid of the pursuers.

"You can't leave," the saint said.

"I'm here to give you a helping hand." Antonio naturally couldn't watch his enemy escape.

"Space teleportation."

The Paladin was able to escape from the Shadow Mire.

"Wind track."

"Blessing of the wind."

Two rays of cyan light penetrated the bodies of the Paladins, and the Paladins were moving at an alarmingly fast speed.

In the flash of cold light, the bone dragon's body was severely injured. It was an undead creature and was restrained by the holy light.

"Hundan, I'm going to kill you!"

You must know that not all necromancers can refine an undead dragon. There are very few dragons active on the mainland. It is even more difficult to obtain the body of a giant dragon.

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Seeing that his precious bone dragon was severely injured, Barbossa was also anxious.

"Frost Nova!" The icy magic wave rippled from the Necromancer's body to the entire audience.

"Ring of Flame." As a new member of the Magician Alliance, Antonio did not fall behind at all.

"Give up your bone dragon. Your Majesty will definitely reward us when we go back this time. Then your bone dragon will mean nothing to you!"

Barbossa glanced hard at the man in black who spoke.

"Stop glaring at me. I can make you glaring enough after I escape." The man in black was not afraid of the threat of the Necromancer at all.

Barbossa also knew that now only strong men could cut off their wrists.

The silver teleportation formation under his feet began to move rapidly.

However, after a second, the magic circle lost its light.

"Do you think this is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?" There was no wave on the saint's face. The situation was completely under her control.

"The space is blocked by this woman. She should have been prepared before she came." Barbossa looked at the saint with hatred.

It’s her again! It’s her who ruined her good deeds again!

The necromancer wanted to eat her flesh, drink her blood, and turn her into his own collection.

"Take it." The man in black took out two bottles of boiling potion from his clothes.

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What is this?" Barbossa asked.

"The latest configuration allows you to briefly break the limit of strength. Drink it and then take us away." The tone of the man in black was very indifferent.

He believed in his own works. If it were not for his own works, he would not have ended up like this. It can only be said that it was fate.

Barbossa didn't doubt the man in black's words. If anyone knew the man's true identity, I'm afraid he wouldn't doubt his alchemy level.

The Necromancer and the Phantom drank the bubbling green potion in their hands.

How to describe it?

The necromancer felt that his body was about to explode. To match this, he felt that the level of magic power in his body was rising rapidly!

This power, this power!

Barbosa felt like he was back at his peak, even stronger!

Right now, I can even feel the fluctuations of the Origin Sea, proving that I can now be said to be infinitely close to the legendary powerhouse!

The saint finally no longer had the indifferent expression of someone who had wisdom in her hands. The sudden burst of the opponent's magic power made the saint feel the crisis.

Antonio watched in horror as the dark black magic rushed into the sky, and even the sky seemed to be torn apart with a ferocious crack.

what happened?

How could the opponent directly climb from level eight to the peak of level nine!

"Do it, Barbossa."

"You don't need to tell me, I want to try the ultra-limited magic of the necromantic system. Demon Shadow, help me protect you."

At this moment, Moying also felt a steady stream of power emerging from his body.

My strength has declined due to old age, and I can finally stretch out my sharp claws again!

"Attack that necromancer." The saint gave the order.

Because of the raging plague, they were the only combatants in the city.

"Pyroblast!"

"King's Blessing!"

Sanchester and the two paladins felt the power surging from their bodies and were full of confidence.

"I can't stop this on my own." The demon shadow is a killer. Even with the help of various special abilities from the shadow world, his frontal combat ability is at most the same as that of a knight.

"You go and attack the saint. They don't dare to gamble with us with the saint's life."

Moying's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of such a good method?

Shadow cloak, shadow walking!

The sudden disappearance of the demonic figure made everyone's hearts tremble. This old and experienced killer was like a poisonous snake. Once he made a move, he would either die or be injured!

"No, protect the saint!" one of the paladin shouted.

"Slit throat! Bone-piercing!"

The demonic figure that suddenly appeared behind the saint smiled strangely and stabbed the back of the saint's neck with the dagger in his hand.

The golden light flashing on the saint's body blocked the blow, but a small blood mark still appeared on her fair skin.

The demonic shadow wanted to attack again, but the arrival of Sanchester and the two paladins made the demonic shadow give up this plan and escape into the shadows in time.

"I will stay to protect the saint. The enemy will leave it to you two." One paladin stayed to protect the saint, and Sanchester, the sword of the kingdom, and another paladin rushed towards the man in black again.

"It's a pity that you are a little too late." The man in black said.

At dusk at the end of the century,

The sound of doom was clearly heard.

He painted this cry.

In front of the horrific background of the painting,

A deformed man covered his ears in horror,

The head was squeezed like a skull,

entire

The torso twists like a worm,

He opened his mouth wide but could not speak,

In his eyes was the despair and fear of hell.
To be continued...