After the holy sword is broken

The front line of the gate of hell is urgent!

"It's really urgent this time."

These were the last words in Lizzie's message.

Elvis's face was still pale with serious injuries: "It may be that the final battle is coming, sooner than I expected."

But the holy sword still hadn't had time to be recast.

Alger said: "Burgens and I are leaving now..."

"No," Dana vetoed the proposal, "I'll go with him."

"why?"

This is his task.

"You go to the front."

"The holy sword is also the key to war."

"I can help Burgess control the power of the lava core. With me here, you don't have to worry about his safety. Your power should be used where you are needed more, not idle at this critical moment."

Alger looked at the chief priest.

The chief priest nodded to him: "I agree with Dana's plan."

"But, I..." Should I still approach the gate of hell?

"What are you hesitating about? You have fought so many times at the gates of hell, when did you ever fall off the chain?"

Dana smiled: "We are very relieved of you."

He raised his hand and patted his best friend on the shoulder: "Let's go."

Hundreds, nearly a thousand years, there has never been a critical situation.

The people who came to help did not even enter the camp, and the Pengniao carrying the reinforcements flew directly from the sentry post to the battlefield.

There was a flash of the spell, and the mage's feather fall was applied to the companions, allowing them to jump safely off the bird's back.

When you land, you join the battle.

One by one, high-level demons crawled out of the basin burning with brimstone.In the past, the great demon who could assume the responsibility of a war leader is just an inconspicuous soldier today.

The sacred gate of heaven connecting the kingdom of God and the world has been opened, and the holy spirits of the gods walked out of the gate.

The strongman holding the bow pointed at the sky | With an arrow, thousands of stars fell from the sky with burning flames, smashing hard at the evil thing.

The hymn was sung without knowing when, and it spread to every corner of the battlefield, healing the pain and adding strength to the creatures belonging to the mainland.

The huge white wings spread above, and the white light symbolizing protection fell gently, accurately finding every Son of Order, and propping up a small piece of sky for them to breathe.

The holy spirits in myths and legends, famous and unknown, have come to the world.

They are the servants of the gods. After gaining eternal life in the kingdom of God, they come back here and exchange their eternal life and all their glory for the peace of the continent.

It's really the last moment.

Alger was in a daze.

The cold characters recorded in history turned into vivid pictures, staged around him.Companions kept falling, even the Holy Spirit who had already gained eternal life could not be spared.

This is the real battle of the holy devil, even the ancient heroes and the present holy spirit will fall here.

In the endless tide of war, he couldn't help thinking, can a small holy sword really turn the situation around?

"Are you ready?" Dana asked.

Burgess nodded slightly: "Okay."

Here, south of the southern mountains, was once covered with volcanoes.

In order to prevent the power of the lava core from getting out of control and causing great damage to the existing civilization, they must stay away from human habitation.

The glaciers in the north cannot be thawed, the forests in the east should not fall into fire, and the swamp environment in the west is too harsh, leaving only this hot land that has cooled.

The huge alchemy array is depicted on the scarlet red land. Before it is officially opened, the magical power contained in it is already full enough to interfere with matter only by energy.

Burgess's long hair was blown by the energy wind, and his azure blue eyes were as calm as the deep ocean.

All distracting thoughts were eliminated, and he stood on the terracotta thousands of miles away, but he seemed to be standing side by side with his lover.

He said, "Let's go."

The lava core floated from Dana's hand and rose into the air.

Countless magic runes flew out of his spell book, fluttered, combined, and turned into a template for sealing magic in strict accordance with the huge calculation formula, ready to go.

The hammer of rules that dispelled the magic lightly tapped on the floating black gem.

A red light in the center instantly spread and exploded!

The runes flying out of the spell book accelerated and turned into strips of light, firmly restraining the scorching and violent power, and only a very tiny, very tiny strand flowed out.

This wisp alone made the red soil under their feet begin to soften, the hot and dry force burned their skin sorely, and their eyeballs became dry.

"Is that enough?" Dana asked.

Burgess took out a temperature measuring instrument and looked at the upper scale: "Add some more."

Lena is at the rear of the battlefield.

All around her were the wounded who had been withdrawn from the front.

She is the assistant of the chaplain's team behind the battlefield and the guardian responsible for protecting the wounded here.

He opened the large box he carried with him, and there were jars of magic ointment in it.

Some can quickly heal wounds, some can be used to remove vicious curses, and some can remove toxins... All of them were made by the witches in a hurry after returning to the church.

On the battlefield where medical resources are scarce, these magic ointments are precious items that can be used to save lives.

Another wounded man was brought down. He was lying on a stretcher, still restless, trying to raise his upper body, looking in the direction of the battlefield.

I can't see anything anymore, and the mages in the last row alone block almost all of my sight.

"Lie down." Lena urged, "You need to stop the bleeding."

She skillfully applied the hemostatic ointment to the injured man's wound, then cut off a piece of magic bandage, and wrapped it around it quickly and carefully.

After solving the most bleeding wound, she was slightly relieved, and began to check other wounds, and soon, she frowned.

"Your right arm seems to be a comminuted fracture, with curses and toxins in the wound, and the whole arm is festering. The situation is too bad. I need to find a priest. You wait here."

Lena hurriedly finished speaking and was about to stand up.

"No need." The wounded man said, "cut off my arm."

"What are you talking about?!" The witch's eyes widened. "Obviously it can be saved. Do you know what it means to lose an arm? Maybe your rank will stop forever!"

It is difficult for a broken body to support a complete practice, which is the consensus of all professionals.

The wounded man tried his best to move his facial muscles, and smiled: "It's okay, I just lost an arm, and there are others who need the priest's healing technique to save their lives."

The number of priests with healing abilities is limited, and even with the support of the Holy Spirit, they still cannot meet the needs of the battlefield.

Every moment, someone dies due to lack of timely medical treatment.

"Hurry up, witch." The wounded urged gently, his voice trembling in a pretentious calmness—the wound on his body was so painful, even with medicine for sedation, it was a bit unbearable.

"Use my sword."

This is a warrior, and he wields two swords.

Losing an arm means that he must give up his current career.

Giving up the current one may be his best and favorite profession, and he should have devoted his whole life to further study.

The witch didn't speak, her throat was a little blocked.

Her eyes looked upwards, she held back her tears, took a deep breath, and used a spell to pre-stop the bleeding of the wounded to prevent excessive blood loss at the moment of the severed arm.

Then, she raised her sword—

Some blood still splashed out, sprinkled on her face, and slowly slid down by gravity.

The witch didn't wipe it, she put down the sword with a calm expression, and did further wound treatment for the wounded, as if she was not affected at all.

The wounded curled up in pain on the flat stretcher, opened his mouth wide, let out a silent howl of pain, and uncontrollable physiological tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The witch's hand is quick and steady, reliable and reassuring.

However, her fingertips were already turning white from the cold.

Goer struggled on the battlefield.

She was covered in cuts and bruises, her protective gear and armor were shattered to the point of shapelessness, the blade of her sword was full of gaps, and the mount that had accompanied her for many years was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

But she still raises her sword numbly, hacks and kills, and rushes to the place where the evil things are densest.

She is the redeemer, the penitent, the one who seeks death.

Falling down for the umpteenth time, using a laceration on the shoulder in exchange for the record of killing another big demon.

The desperate style of play finally brought her close to the extreme, her pupils began to slack, her five senses began to fail, and her only obsession was to kill the enemy.

It's a pity that no matter how many monsters you kill, you can't get it back.

Her lover who was taken away by the demons in the world.

He fell on the cold and hard ground, with warm liquid flowing under his body.

It's almost exhausted, including her life...

"Silly girl, even if you want to see me, don't be in such a hurry."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

A figure with pale golden light stood beside her, with a gentle smile as in memory.

The intimate title is so familiar, as if it has never left.

I'm not stupid.

The female knight's lips moved, but tears fell before she could speak.

"We will eventually have eternal life in the kingdom of the gods, I'm just a few decades ahead of schedule.

"It's a pity that I can't spend the rest of your life with you, but I still hope that you can continue to live happily. When we meet again in the kingdom of God, you can tell me about those things that I haven't had time to see thing.

"Now, rise up, my girl. Our enemies are closing in again."

The Holy Spirit, shining with soft light all over his body, held his wife's bloody hand. The holy power swept away all fatigue in an instant, and the wounds all over his body began to heal.

The knight woman looked at him.

Both body and mind are redeemed at this moment.

She curled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

Standing up, he held up the knight sword in his hand, with a courageous and fearless momentum: "Then, let's stand shoulder to shoulder again."

just like before.

The gates of hell are all in a hurry, the four major fronts, and countless small battlefields are struggling to resist.

Even with the information brought by Ives, all the races in the mainland are ready, but it is still difficult to resist such a powerful attack.

No race can send reinforcements to support friendly forces.

Everyone is guessing where the demon king will come this time.

"Actually, I have a hunch..."

Ragal opened a portal of summoning, and the flame goblin from the elemental plane of fire jumped out of it to join the battle.

"Shut up." Lizzie commanded the construct to fight, taking time to interrupt her companions.

Ragal, in the past few days, I don't know whether he has lit up the prophecy or which skill in the spirit of speech. It is simply true that his words will come true. Lizzie really doesn't want to add bad luck to this unoptimistic situation.

It's a pity that the last thing everyone wanted to happen happened according to its original trajectory.

When that figure stepped out of the gate of hell shrouded in dark clouds, everyone felt a nameless darkness descending.

Tomorrow, the virtual images of the sun, moon and stars are still hanging in the sky, rivaling the domain of Eternal Night.

The holy light of the Holy Spirit has never been dimmed, and the flame of sulfur has not been extinguished, but the world has darkened.

The entire continent, and all creatures, felt their hearts sink.

It seems that everything I see has lost its brilliance, and everything around me seems to have lost its meaning.

Only dullness and despair filled the heart.

In the deepest part of my heart, evil thoughts were brewing.

There is no way to analyze its source, and it is impossible to clarify its law. There is only indescribable violence, which is getting stronger and stronger.

That figure, standing on the human battlefield, is like a still oil painting.

It's clearly a human face, but it reveals a strangeness that shouldn't be seen in a creature of order.On the silver hair and silver pupils, which are regarded as humble, there is a metal-like inorganic luster.

In the eyes of humans, it should be extremely handsome, but it is full of ghostly temptations everywhere.

The moment I saw him, it was as if I had glimpsed the deepest desire in my heart.

He reached out towards the center of the battlefield.

"Come here, my son, how can you stand in the camp of order."