The left hand grabbed the hand bone holding the dagger. The right arm of the cat cub popped out pierced the chest of the high-level crown lord in front of him, pierced the black soul stone, watched as the crazy rolling soul fire in its eye sockets gradually extinguished, snatched the obsidian dagger from the hand bone, and applied a sacred weapon to it. Marceau threw the dagger and flew over a full sixty-two yards away. The dagger penetrated the back of a ghoul king. He was madly trying to bite the Paladin's half legendary monster under his body roared halfway, and was pierced by the silver seeping dagger's head from bottom to top. The Paladin pushed the corpse away, got up and chopped a crown lord with the sword at his hand, and then snatched the obsidian sword in the hand of the crown lord. The Paladin's ability turned it directly into a sacred weapon, and then threw it at Marceau.

The hunting cub sideways, kicks away the demon who wants to capture him, and then draws out the obsidian sword. This sword from the paladin nails a ghoul who is preparing to attack the cat on the ground. Now it is cut open the demon who is rushing to the face with a sword by the cat. The cat that penetrates from the filth hears the whistling from the left, and its left eye is still lost at this moment, but this does not mean that the cat will not be indifferent to the sound of the weapon when it swings the weapon. The cat jumps back and lets it swing to its long sword. At the same time, when the back is still in the air, the long sword in the cat's hand instantly cuts off the head of a crown lord and stomps it on the ground. The sword penetrates the gap between the ribs and the broken plate armor, breaking the black soul stone with one blow.

The left-handed stabbing blade popped up and stabbed the opponent's knees after the cat cub used his right-handed stabbing blade. He knelt on the ground with the hissing of a warrior who had desecrated his mind and pulled a mace from the corpse at his feet. Marceau took two steps to smash the head of the demon who was snatching the dwarf's corpse. Then the second strike smashed the skull of the dwarf's undead who blinked open again. Then the third stroke, the nail pierced the dwarf's heart part, and finally the fourth stroke. The soul kneeling in the real manipulated body was separated from being liberated, and the sacred weapon liberated the soul and began to burn.

Before he could comment on this burning, Marceau had already stood up and the instantly completed lightning chain swept away the undead around the Paladin.

"Why don't you leave yet?" After saying that, the cat turned around and flew back and let the arrow that passed the horizontal slash. The last sleeve of the arrow was aroused when it was in the air. The arrow drilled into the head of a forester's skull, and the soul and body were controlled by the power of blasphemy. He knelt on the ground with a crazy expression and then pounced on him.

"I'll live here for one more second, and that magic circle will take another child or woman!" The Paladin said as he forcibly corrected his dislocated left arm, and then he picked up the long sword and mace from the corpse: "Where is your wooden sword!"

"In the body of the giant corpse tomb demon, without it, the big guy who can restore his ability to move will kill us!" After saying that, he jumped on the spot with a whip leg and kicked the wizard who wanted to sneak attack him. The body that did not die was pounced on the cat, but the next second the cat grabbed his head and hit the hard square stone slab. The black blood and withered tissue scattered,

Now twelve minutes later, the entire front line has begun to stagnate, and the defense line is full of wind and rain. The mages who have used up their magic positions have put on leather armor and come up with melee weapons. Thanks to the first opening era, the profession of combat mage was a profession. The magic and martial arts dual cultivation have cheated many players during the test.

Although it has created a large number of "combat mages" who are not as good as martial arts, at least at this time, these guys can still change one by one or more undead. Unfortunately, many of them were eventually killed, or like those guys who were desecrated by the souls that Marceau had seen before, they became evil puppets.

On the Commander panel, the table of the last bright character in the Warrior profession has been blackened. Earlier, the Berserker queue, which once had a list of two thousand, had been automatically placed under the list by the system.

After chopping over a demon, Marceau saw the last dwarf pulling the line of fire on his backpack, and then crashing into the queue of the crown lords.

The next second, as if the earth was shaking, everything on the defense line he was on was blown into the sky. A piece of debris beat the cat to the head and blood. The cat with his right eye was covered in blood and heard the sound of the wind. First, he squatted and let something go, then knocked down the guy beside him, then rolled two times in a row to make the attack of the latter, rolled up with both hands, and wiping his left eye with his hand, and saw a demon jumping in front of him.

The next second, the cat pounced by this large ghoul put his right hand and his arm guard into the open blood-dish mouth of the ghoul. At the same time, his left hand pulled out a dagger from the boots he raised. When the ghoul pulled off his right hand, he stabbed the silver dagger with the effect of a sacred weapon directly into the side chest of the ghoul. When the ghoul screamed because of the irresistible pain, Marceau overturned the big guy from his body. The cat took the lead and sat on it. The dagger pulled out nailed it into the head of the ghoul the next second.

The torn right arm was gone, and the cat bit the bone and picked up the sword in the hand of a dead paladin beside him, and then used it to cut a ghoul that pounced on him. He lost his right hand and could not hold the sword hard. Finally, he pressed the other side of the sword with his forehead. While cutting the ghoul open, the blood flowed more from the hunter's face.

"Little thing! Can you still hold it back?" asked the Paladin.

"You can still live!" After saying that, Marceau knelt on the ground, and his right arm was torn off caused a lot of blood loss. Marceau felt that his reaction was a little decayed. After a moment of semi-coma, Marceau woke up and saw the shaman who was also a kitten screaming and was grabbed by a giant suture hatred and stuffed into his mouth.

Is this your death?

No, it's okay to hold it for one second.

The cat struggled toward the Sage Staff. The large amount of blood loss made the cat's reaction less. He struggled between the corpse, and was knocked down by a mage who desecrated his soul. Marceau used his broken right arm to stuff it into the girl's mouth. While she was chewing the flesh and blood, the silver seepage dagger pulled out of the chest of the corpse was stabbed into its head.

Pushing away the corpse, Marceau continued to move forward. After walking a few steps, the cat fell to the ground again. The cat who was nailed to the corpse with an arrow reached out and pulled the arrow out of his back. Then, the cat who gave him a protective arrow took out the last axe in the flying axe bag, and chopped the head of the undead that had lost its lower body but still tenaciously crawled towards his undead.

Getting up, Marceau took a step, and the cat, who had been tripped by something, fell to the ground again. He struggled to get up. The cat turned his head and looked at the battlefield. There were undead everywhere. A few living people were either stabbed to death by random swords or shared food. The paladin had already knelt on the ground, and a high-level crown lord was pulling out his sword from behind.

The cat smiled, then held the Sage's Staff in his left hand.

A thought was poured into the Sage Staff. The next moment, the entire square was shrouded in light. The light from the Sage Staff went straight into the sky, from Sha'an to Moggs, from the Dragon Claw Fortress in the north of the Central Mountains to the fine sand bay at the southernmost end of the Great Six.

The flesh and blood were wrapped in the sky and turned into ashes, the undead on the ground were annihilated in desperate situations, and the entire square was transformed into a sacred residence.

Is it cost...

Marceau sighed, and the cat who could no longer support his head slowly lowered his head.

Some history may not change the final outcome... but at least, at this moment, I die like a warrior, and the holy residence may only support it for a few minutes, but at least more innocent people will be able to escape...at least this time, this will be the case.

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When Marceau opened her eyes again and found that she was still in the square, Tim Porenti and Niut Ginrich in front of her were applauding with relief.

"Have I succeeded?" asked Marceau.

"Very excellent. Thousands of people have received this trial before you, and only you have completed it. It's really unhappy to think of sharing such an excellent little boy with His Highness Penn." Tim Porenti said first, and Niut Gingrich, who was beside her, added: "But we still have to be proud of you. You perfectly interpret the definition of the sage. Mr. Marceau, each sage may not be the best warrior or spellcaster, but the sage will always be the last embankment facing despair."

"The next is His Highness Penn's test." Tim Porenti smiled.

"Before completing my test, I think you should deal with the problem of that cute little girl first. I think she is about to pounce...ah, it's coming." Payne laughed, and Marceau quickly reached out and hugged Anne. The girl pouted, as if she was angry because she could not help Marceau. She smiled at the cat: "Don't be afraid, this is just a test of the soul, and fear is the poison of the soul. Anne, I have to face all this."

"But...I want to help you!"

"There are opportunities in the future, okay?" patted Annie's back, and Marceau smiled and watched the little girl return to Yang and the others, then turned around to look at her belief in this game: "My Your Highness, where is your test?"

"Well, go in, I hope you like it." His Highness Payne said, and a portal rose from Marceau's presence.

There is a saying that goes very well, and Marceau thought of it when he takes steps.
Chapter completed!