Chapter 167 [Art Reappearance]

As a magician who practices the undead, he is of course extremely sensitive to the existence of the purified light, which is equivalent to a natural enemy.

When Batia saw that the angel was showing the purified light, the last chance in his heart finally disappeared!

Among the purified light, the most powerful divine technique that specifically restrains the power of the dark undead comes from the Church of the Temple of Light, and such divine techniques are by no means possible that ordinary clergy can perform.

To display a purified light, one must have at least a high level of strength, and at the same time, one must have profound light attainments.

I even heard that such spells can be displayed in the Church of the Temple of Light. The Purification Light has always been the strongest weapon of the referee of the Grand Referee in the Church.

Of course, the one who can be targeted by the referee of the church and uses this ultimate move must be the heretic of the devil-level who does evil deeds.

At least Batia believed that she would never have the ability to get treated like this.

He is just an intermediate mage who has practiced undead magic!

"I...I hate it so much!!!"

Batia's face was distorted, and she suddenly roared wildly, turned around and rushed towards the box on the stone platform.

His body had just flew into the air, and the angel had already popped up the purified light from his fingertips. The silver-white holy light turned into a light curtain to disperse. Batia's body was instantly pierced by the light. Then the magician screamed and fell heavily under the stone platform.

Large red marks began to appear on his skin. These red marks spread rapidly, and then turned into flames and burned!

In a blink of an eye, Batia began to burn! The burning of this holy flame was also very strange. The magician's clothes were not damaged at all. The skin and hair of the body quickly turned into light dust under the holy flame...

Batia opened her mouth and screamed, and holy flames ejected from his mouth, and finally two holes in his eyes turned into. The holy light burned from the inside and emitted light...

"I...I..." Batia struggled. He was already burning inside, and his whole body began to gradually dissipate in the holy flame from the inside to the outside.

The magician struggled to reach out to the box on the stone platform, stretched out his fingertips, as if he was struggling little by little to try to touch the box.

"I...I...I'm not willing!!!"

Finally, with a roar, Batia turned into a ball of fireworks, bursting out with dazzling light, and then the smoke disappeared, leaving only a set of shriveled mage robe falling to the ground...

This magician who had been struggling and eager to lurk in the Luolin family for several years, had countless plans, and had endurance. He turned into ashes and disappeared without even a trace.

Chen Daolin stood aside, his heart pounding.

Seeing Batia spontaneously burning and burning all in a ball of light, this scene was really scary. Batia's strength was far above him, but under the angel's hands, he didn't even have the ability to resist a little, and was given a second by the other party...

Brother Daling swallowed hard and spitted.

He began to pray in his heart... The old monster Chris, I hope the silver chain he gave him would not be too scammers...

The angel slowly took two steps.

The angel who lost the body of the old servant looked very thin. But he walked in step by step, but Chen Daolin couldn't breathe even if he was breathless.

"Now, it's your turn." When those cold and emotionless eyes stared at Chen Daolin, Brother Daling's heart suddenly jumped.

Then he felt his body begin to weaken.

This guy in front of me killed an intermediate mage in seconds, killing him instantly!

Chen Daolin swallowed hard, then whispered: "Can you ask you a question before you die?"

The angel looked at Chen Daolin coldly. He had raised his fingers again, and a trace of light slowly condensed between them.

"This place is clearly the Luolin family, and the white tower was also built by the Luolin family... You said that the angel created by your Goddess of Light, but why did the goddess' angel wait in the Luolin family silently?" Chen Daolin said quickly: "I am going to be killed by you. Can't you be a wise ghost before death?"

The angel ignored Chen Daolin's question and said lightly: "What's the difference?"

As he said that, the light in his hand gradually condensed and turned into a short silver spear. The short spear was not a physical body, but a condensed light. It was held in his hand, as if it was a transparent crystal.

Chen Daolin opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the angel suddenly took a step forward just one step, as if he had directly crossed the space and appeared in front of Chen Daolin!

The distance is so close that almost the tips of the two of them are about to touch each other.

"The holy lands that blaspheme the goddess will die."

After the angel said this, Chen Daolin felt a chill in his chest!

He subconsciously looked down and saw that the light spear in the angel's hand had pierced his chest, pierced from the left heart, and directly penetrated his body!

Chen Daolin opened his mouth wide and widened his eyes. A sound of "John..." came from his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

There was no severe pain as expected, and the body pierced by this light spear did not even flow out of blood!

Chen Daolin felt a coldness in his chest, which was almost numb.

Then the cold and numb feeling began to spread, spreading from the chest to the abdomen, and then the limbs...

He clearly felt that in his body, the power was passing and his mental power was dissipating rapidly.

He just stared at the angel in front of him with weak eyes, screaming and scolding in his heart.

"I...I...I..."

How could I die here!!!!!!

Plop!

Chen Daolin's body fell to the ground, and his breath gradually disappeared. The angel glanced at Chen Daolin coldly and moved his eyes away.

He slowly walked to the stone platform, then slowly knelt down on his knees to the things on the stone platform, hugged his hands in front of his chest, and prayed silently in his mouth. He was silently reciting something.

After a long time, the angel stood up again. He looked here and sighed softly.

"Kill two more. Next time, I don't know how long I will lurk and wait again."

A little bit of loneliness finally appeared in his voice. It seemed that the ancient well, which had originally been waveless, finally showed a ripples.

"Great goddess, I have been here for more than 300 years. I am your most devout servant, even if I protect you for thousands of years. I have no choice but to..." When I said this, the voice of the angel finally revealed a trace of confusion: "But... why can't I get your divine parable again in the past few years? I am like a lost lamb, unable to get your glory and guidance. In the world today, the glory of the light church is getting dim, and your glory can no longer shine on this land. Those foolish, cowardly, cunning and despicable humans, they blaspheme the glory of the goddess and blaspheme faith... More and more heresy appear, and they walk to the stage openly, and these clowns perform all kinds of ugly things. But the church is weak and powerless, and they give in! Our believers are confused. Our believers are shaken, and our believers are decreasing...

Great goddess, but why do you never give up even a few oracles?

As long as you are willing to show miracles, even if it is just once, you can shock the little ones, so that those humble guys will no longer dare to despise the majesty of the Church of Light, nor will they dare to blaspheme the gods..."

The angel whispered to himself, his voice becoming more and more distressed and helpless.

Gradually, a hint of struggle appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but look up at the box on the stone platform.

The angel's eyes gradually shook a little. He stretched out his finger little by little, as if he wanted to touch the box...

"Goddess... Why did I let me guard here if I don't take it off? But I haven't got your oracle, which makes me up and down in this world, and I'm almost lost my way... The things here are left by you, so... maybe..."

The angel muttered to himself, his face changed several times in an instant, his eyes went from firm to struggle and then returned to firmness and then wavering again...

So repeated.

When the angel's fingers were almost a line away from the box, his eyes suddenly changed, and he suddenly let out a roar. His body turned on its place and landed a few steps away.

The angel gasped angrily, and he shouted: "Bastard! Bastard!! It actually shakes the persistence and belief in my heart! Corori, are you still a goddess' waiter?! You cowardly thing!"

As he said that, he roared, and suddenly grabbed the sky in his hand and a short spear of light appeared. Del stabbed his spear into his thigh with a spear.

The light spear pierced his thigh, and the angel raised his head, let out a hoarse roar of pain, and knelt down on one knee, and the wings behind him suddenly opened!

When the painful roar gradually stopped, the angel gasped quickly, then lowered his head, watched the light spear in his hand slowly disappear, and watched the hole in his pierced thigh automatically heal bit by bit.

"This is my punishment for myself! Clorey, you must be firm and firm in your beliefs! Stick to your beliefs!!"

Angel Corori muttered to himself. He glanced at the box on the stone platform in the distance with some fear, and then seemed to be a little scared again. He quickly moved his eyes away and dared not look again.

But he always had a strange feeling in his heart:

I have been guarding this place for more than 300 years, and I have never felt this strange feeling of shakenness.

But why has the power of faith in my heart been deteriorating rapidly in the past century? My will has become weaker and weaker and more unshakable.

In recent years, I occasionally entered this holy land to pray. Every time I saw the box on the stone platform, I couldn’t suppress the impulse in my heart: open it!

This is the goddess's holy object. Angels would never dare to touch this thing. Even if they looked at it directly, they would feel that it was a sin.

But in recent years, especially in the past hundred years, every time I pray, I feel a faint call and desire in my heart, eager to open this box and see what it is inside.

It was also as if... in this box, something was vaguely summoning and seducing himself!

And this kind of summoning seems to be getting stronger and stronger!

So intense that Corori himself was a little scared!

He was worried that he could not resist the shakenness and impulse in his heart, so in recent years, he rarely entered this place to pray.

He was worried that if he came in again, maybe one day he could not stand the impulse and temptation in his heart. It was a serious crime to open this box that was blasphemy of the goddess!!

He quickly moved his eyes away and calmed down his uneasiness. Corori hated this emotional fluctuation very much.

He felt as if he was contaminated by something humble and dirty.

Originally, angels were the purest and should not have any mortal thoughts or emotions.

But for more than three hundred years of ups and downs in the world, he used the body of mortals to hide several times. In order to disguise himself, Corori had to disguise himself as an ordinary mortal.

Over time, I seemed to be beginning to be polluted by the humble and dirty race of human beings, and polluted with the childish and pathetic "emotion".

This thing is like a virus!!

The most important thing is that after discovering that he had "emotions" and "feelings" like humans, Crore began to worry and fear, and he was worried that he could not control himself.

After gasping for a while, Corori didn't dare to look at the boxes on the stone platform again.
To be continued...