The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 112 No.40 Scene Seven. God's Envoy
Four bolts of lightning fell. This is the lightning full of chaotic magic power. It is more dangerous than the purple lightning created by the remaining chaotic power in the Eternal Night Forest. Once hit, the wild magic power will directly tear Rosen's magic power to pieces. The defense wall, hitting his body directly, that is unbearable for anyone.

Rosen quickly used his magic power to produce a huge jet of flames in front of him. He only heard a bang and flew backwards like a cannonball, avoiding the fatal attack just before the lightning fell.

Ellander did not miss this opportunity. She kicked her right foot on the ground, and the entire brick-paved ground sank directly. Contrary to Rosen who flew away backwards, this silver-haired nun went straight forward. , sharp in hand.

But Pachelbel looked downcast, flipped the holy sword of light, and blocked Elander's fierce offensive with a sword.

"Everything is as I expected."

Pachel Bell sighed softly, and swiped the Chaos sword in the other hand. Between lightning and thunder, two more thunderbolts struck at Elander.

"The only surprise is that you are too weak."

"You seem to have underestimated the determination of the Inquisition."

Facing the deadly crimson lightning, Elander did not dodge, but only took a step back.

click-

With a metallic sound, two openings opened on Erandall's back, and four crosses flew out from each of them. These crosses seemed to have their own will, and quickly surrounded Erandall, emitting a faint light, forming a A golden wall of defense.

crackling—

The lightning fell and was hitting the defense wall around Elander, but there was a shuddering wave of magic power, and Elander, who was located in the golden barrier, was not affected in the slightest.

"I didn't expect the Holy Church to actually successfully develop the magical armor. It seems that the research lunatics of the Inquisition Tribunal are not useless."

Pachelbel said with admiration, admiring Erandel's figure at the moment with pleasant eyes.

Behind the silver-haired nun with golden crystals shining on her chest are eight huge crosses. These crosses spread out golden long swords and float behind Elander in the shape of wings, making Alander look like an angel, exuding a sacred meaning.

"Spell weapon. Feather of God. This is a crime-breaking weapon that can only be used when facing extremely evil enemies. Pachelbel, I didn't expect that the first person who asked me to use this thing was you."

Ellander said with some regret, and then showed a dignified expression.

"Heretic, Pachelbel Odysseus, you are here to be judged."

As soon as the words fell, the crosses behind Elander flew out one after another, and each of them slashed at Pachel as if they were alive, and she herself stepped forward with her sword, and the ten sharp swords pointed directly at Pachel.

On the other side, Rosen had already returned to the battlefield. Seeing Erandel appearing as if a divine envoy had descended, he felt a little more doubtful about the church in his heart.

In order to fight against what kind of enemy, will let a girl into such a form?
Without thinking about it, he swung his sword and immediately joined the battle again.

The weird and long singing became the background music of the battle at this time, which felt a bit epic. Even if Pachelbel had endless magic power, it would be difficult to display it in the face of the well-coordinated attacks of Erlander and Rosen. Being able to use defense instead of offense seems to be quite suppressed.

But it wasn't easy for Rosen.

On the one hand, Elander, as Pachelbel said, is burning his life to fight. Although the magical armor is extremely powerful, it can't last long. From this point, Alander's expression becomes more and more bitter It can be seen.

On the other hand, although Luo Sen had excellent sword skills, he didn't dare to use the key killing moves rashly. With the experience of his previous opponents, he knew that Pachel must be prepared for his existing sword skills. Using it rashly will only lead to flaws.

When the two were in a stalemate, the smell of blood in the surrounding air became more intense, and red runes surrounded the entire Great Cathedral and the entire city of Byron Wiss.

It was an amazing sight, the whole city was like a portrayal of a chaotic abyss, and the disgusting stench was everywhere.

And in the forest not far from the city of Byron Weiss, several people in gray and white robes were also discussing in low voices.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this? Brook never told me to face the projection of the people of Chaos."

A man who appeared to be in his 30s said he had small eyes with a sly light in them.

"Who told us to be on duty, Yorkshire, have you written your suicide note yet?"

His companion, a slightly younger man, felt relaxed and looked at the city of Byron Wyss with a bloody moon rising with interest.

"Aincrad, dude, I still have experiments to complete. I won't die so easily before I prove that Tarasha's formula and Delnissi's formula are different expressions of the same function."

The man who was replaced by a Yorkie caressed the ring on his left hand. The aquamarine sparkled in the sun.

"You're still proving that? God, it's been ten years?"

Aincrad showed a surprised expression, and looked at the slightly short man beside him.

"Twelve years, my friend."

Yorkshire glanced at Byron Weiss again.

"I'm afraid I'm on the verge of becoming an intermediate mage. In my limited life, I have to fulfill this wish."

"Then I can only wish you a few more years of life, at least don't confess here today."

Aincrad smiled, then continued.

"I heard that an intermediate mage will come to help, who do you think it is?"

"Anyway, it can't be His Excellency 'Lord of the Storm' or His Excellency 'Element Awareness', maybe it's some big man who came from the Rainbow Tower."

Yorkshire pondered, this incident undoubtedly deserved the attention of the high-level members of the Rainbow Tower, and it was also taken seriously by many other parties including the church forces, but no one dared to act rashly, after all, a little carelessness, the second A magic war is likely to start.

But relying on their two low-level mages alone, how can they compete with other forces? You must know that low-level mages are also commonly referred to as bronze level. Facing the night watchmen who may come from the province of Brunnhill, Yorkshire and Ain Grand didn't think he'd be able to escape unscathed.

"Wait, if it's an intermediate mage, there seem to be rumors of that one appearing in Bunajen recently?"

Suddenly thinking of the recent news, Yorkshire's eyes widened.

"Hey, hey, isn't it? If it's really that one, I think the danger of this mission has increased by more than three times."

Aincrad also restrained his relaxed attitude, his face turned livid.

"You two, speaking ill of people behind their backs is not praiseworthy behavior."

Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded from behind them. That voice was full of absolute confidence and even more playful.

"No, no, no, Your Excellency, we are just feeling uneasy about, about our next mission."

Yorkshire turned around slowly, replied tremblingly, and at the same time saw the owner of the voice.

It was a beautiful woman with long red hair, her crimson eyes were as bright as jewels, her pretty figure was wrapped in a satin robe, but she was even more sexy, with a playful smile on her mouth, she was sitting on a big tree Looking at the two of them from the branches of the skirt, it is faintly visible under the hem of the skirt, which arouses infinite reverie.

"You don't have to feel uneasy, it's just the projection of the people of Chaos. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, even if the lives of the entire Byron Weiss are sucked up, his strength is at most the peak of bronze, which is nothing to be afraid of. You should worry Yes, it's the restless night watchmen in the church, but I heard that Kaslan Buglas, the 'Immovable Holy Sword', has rushed over."

The other party said, jumping off the branch, his fiery red hair dancing with him.

"Is your suicide note ready?"

The woman, "Crimson Witch" Liliana Christopher asked lightly.

(End of this chapter)