"Sure enough, the unreasonable knight is even more annoying than the stubborn stones on the griffin cliff."

Seeing Nkuri pulling the broken bone spur out of his abdomen with a smirk, Naili suddenly shook his head, raised his hand to recall the furious Death Pillars, and slowly turned his sight to another dome not far away.[]

"Is this Helesh's pride? [The Soulless Monument Engraver] Naili."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a very surprised expression appeared on Naili's face. He stared at Don Quixote not far away and pointed at his nose and said in surprise:

"It's really unimaginable that someone knows my name. I thought everyone only knew the 'masters' on the Que Tian list..."

For some reason, when Naili mentioned the word "master", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

"Information will always go earlier than war. This battle is crucial to the church, so we have carefully investigated even the most inconspicuous figures..."

Although he noticed the mockery in Nari's tone, Don Quixote did not choose to entangle him, but instead landed gently beside Nkuri, and then slowly swept over the other person's head with his sword.

"May the Holy Light bless you."

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light soared into the sky. Nkuri, who had been severely injured, was completely healed in the blink of an eye.

"...Helles have few players, but there are many strong people. Everyone who can become a necromancer should not be underestimated... And you, Naili, as an existence that has always been hiding in the Spider Goddess Temple, although the church has spent a lot of effort, it has finally found some clues..."

"Hmph! The blessing of the Goddess of Death, your patience is quite good, and you can actually be unknown to the present."

With a muffled groan, he dusted off the dust on his body hard, and Nkuri, who had recovered as before, slowly stood up, but the light wings behind him were much dimmer than before.

"Well? You can find this? It's really not to be underestimated."

Holding his chin and smiling with an interesting smile, Naili didn't seem to care about the exposure of his true identity, but if he looked closely, he would find that there were some strange wisps of green gas around him.

"Don Quixote, don't talk so much nonsense with him! Eliminate him"

call!

With his wings spread out rapidly, and in the bright light of his mind, Nkuri once again turned into misty spiritual energy, and attacked Naili quickly around a spiral curve.

roar!

But soon, the roaring Death Pillars protected Nali and swung their claws at the ball of spiritual energy.

boom!

Suddenly, the claws with a slight sound of breaking the wind slashed across the misty spiritual energy and landed on the ground, but the spiritual energy seemed to be unaffected. In just a moment, it came to less than three meters in front of Naili.

"die!"

The moment he landed, before his red body could be completely condensed and formed, Nkuri held the sword tightly and swung heavily towards Naili's head.

At that moment, the holy flame on Nkuri's long sword surged, and the strong fire even made the range of more than ten meters look like daytime.

"Haha, reckless guy..."

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on Naili's face. Seeing this smile, Nkuri suddenly burst into his heart. His intuition told him that the person in front of him must have had some conspiracy, but at this time he could no longer stop and could only try his best to swing the sword.

"curse……"

At a critical moment, when the sword was less than half a meter away from Nai, a chaotic character suddenly spit out from his thin lips!

In an instant, the air suddenly shook, and time seemed to be blocked by some mysterious force. Nkuri's originally rapid offensive suddenly became as slow as the editing shot of a slow movie.

Hehehe!

Before Nkuri could recover from this sudden blow, a faint smile suddenly came into Nkuri's mind. But when he barely opened his heavy eyelids, he found that Nary in front of him had disappeared at some point, replaced by a huge black skeleton. The skeleton opened his mouth as if mocking, slowly grasping the bone palms that were bigger than his body towards him, as if he was about to crush him.

“Um…”

Just as Nkuri wanted to dodge the huge bone palm of the black skeleton, the seemingly slow movement of the skeleton suddenly accelerated.

In an instant, Nkuri felt like he had fallen into the boundless darkness, and at the same time, a wave of biting chill began to invade his body.

"Um!?"

As the sky was spinning, a glimmer of light pierced the darkness and suddenly opened his eyes. Naili, who was still smiling on his face, was still waving his sword at this time.

"hateful!"

Without a trace of hesitation, Nkuri suddenly pressed his arms and swung the sword with a greater force than before. The time that seemed to be blocked also recovered in this moment. The only thing that changed was that Nkuri's body, which had a faint halo of armor and wings, was still completely dimmed at this time, and even a layer of faint black aura was shrouded in disguise, but he himself did not notice it.

"Didn't find it?"

"What!?"

Soon, without Naili's words, Nkuri realized that his movements were as slow as the film's editing scene. A stream of indescribable sense of weakness began to invade his body, and his arms and legs became as heavy as lead. He was originally full of energy and felt extremely tired.

“After all…”

The distance of half a meter was only half a second at most, but Nkuri's sword "walked" for thirty seconds!

Moreover, the closer the sword approached Naili's body, the stiffer his arms became, as if the muscles in his body began to petrify, and even his consciousness became blurred.

"Weak, dull, fear, decline, chaos, sleepiness... The Angel Knight is indeed strong, and actually resisted nearly half of the curse."

When Nkuri's sword came to a height of only two inches above Naili's head, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward. Even he had not discovered until now that his angel's state had long disappeared...

Then, Naili gently moved the tip of his sword and walked leisurely to him.

"Oh, don't blame me, after all, I'm just a mage, not you guys with extremely powerful monsters. I'm really not good at hand-to-hand combat, so..."

As he said that, Naili, who had a smile on his face, slowly pressed his right hand to Nkuri's chest, and at the same time, the chaotic characters were spitting out from his thin lips again.

"……die."

In an instant, the air around the two suddenly swayed!

"Well!"

Then, in a painful groan, a light blue figure suddenly flew back from Nkuri's back and quickly disappeared into the air.

Wow~~~~

Just half a second after the thing that looked like a soul disappeared, Nkuri's body wrapped in armor suddenly began to rise from his head, collapsed like a pile of sand, and scattered. In just a few seconds, the powerful angel knight turned into countless dust and was wiped out.

"Oh, it's a pity that it's a player, otherwise you'll get a good piece of material."

Looking at the small pile of broken ashes on the ground that had not been wiped away, Naili shook his head with great regret.

roar!

Suddenly, a deafening roar broke Nali's contemplation. He turned his head and saw that the Dead Men had started fighting with Don Quixote and Gordon at some point. At the same time, the team of the [Holy Cabinet] also fought with the people of [Reincarnation] below. The battle seemed to have begun for a while.

"Ahhh, I really forgot about time."

He knocked on his head with a self-deprecating slap, Naili then slowly took out a dark golden short stick carved with unknown words from his sleeve, and untied the thick black book that had been hanging on his belt.

"I don't know how long it will take..."

roar!

Just as he opened the thick book and talked to himself, the Death Sect not far away suddenly let out an extremely angry roar.

The moment Naili raised his head, he found that more than a dozen dazzling crosses of holy light were nailed to the Dead's body. Gordon, who was wearing the [Cross Spiritual Apparel], was still rotating behind him, condensing four crosses of holy light.

"drink!"

Silver light flashed, and Don Quixote, who spread his wings, suddenly jumped up from behind Gordon, and dragged the long sword in his hand to slash at the Dead Sect with the bearish Holy Flame.

roar!

Although all joints on his body were nailed through, the Dead Men, who had long since no idea what the pain was, raised their arms attached to the sharp bone knife and tried to hold the opponent's attack.

Bang!

With a heavy blow, the Dead Men's legs instantly sank deep into the ground. The sword blade and the bone knife were in contact, and azure blue energy continued to spread.

“Amen~!”

Before the Death Pillars who had held the attack began to fight back, four pillars of light wrapped in endless sacred power crashed into its decaying body!

boom!

In an instant, the huge Death Pillars were blown away, and the long sword that was originally held also drew a long scar on its chest.

"Uh, it seems that the strength of [Cross Execution] and [Dragon Claw Rider Saint] are indeed worthy of Que Tiange's evaluation."

Naili suddenly sneered at the death gangster who was struggling to stand up but had lost his right arm and was covered in scars beside him.

"Then let me fight with you two."
Chapter completed!