Sorrow of Blood (III)

Feathers spread out and everything loses its color.

Under the diffusion of that holy light, the entire heaven and earth were instantly purified.

All the evil is gone.

The knight who shouldn't even be involved in a battle of this level struggled to raise his head from the shelter of a Divine Punisher, his entire body's transcendent activity nearly burned out by the holy light.

And around them, the beautiful and quiet sea of flowers that had just been there was directly bulldozed by the big explosion, leaving only a big charred black crater spreading for several kilometers, with starbursts of blood splattered nearby.

More than a dozen acolytes were blown to pieces by that Shadow Storm.

Two conspicuous streaks of ash scattered across the sky.

The whole world was quiet as if the dust had settled, and sadness rose to everyone's faces.

With grief in their hearts, they began to look around to identify their fallen companions.

"Whew!!!"

Greenlight suddenly erupted as the fire of evil energy erupted again in the cracked earth beneath them.

A fragment of a soul that had been buried in the ground at some point floated up.

The warlock's figure emerged from that purple light immediately afterward.

Arkady held a star core that was rapidly turning to powder in his hand and pointed at the figure in the sky that was once again casting down light, and a majestic void of energy erupted.

The void spell didn't fight against the sweeping holy light, but instead opened a silent rift.

"Banishment!!!"

Qishi frowned as his unstable body was directly ripped into and swallowed by the rapidly cracking black hole.

Eleazar, who respawned immediately afterward, saw hordes of raging acolytes chasing the badly wounded warlock.

Holy Flame, Judgement, Ruling, Conviction, Liquidation .... A vast array of holy spells enveloped over, drowning the man.

This time they weren't going to give the other party a chance to be reborn, and the two priests flipped open the holy texts.

"Peaceful soul..."

They were to forcibly extinguish the person's soul and pronounce it dead.

A crack in the ground opened up, and Finnian with a wolf-tooth hammer emerged like a ghost, shattering the holy light shield in front of him with a single blow, and the huge force of the aftermath directly crushed the two men into a puddle of forward-splattering blood foam.

"Well, the power of a giant dragon is really powerful."

"Finnian..."

Not far away, Fintan's eyes instantly went blank.

The person in front of him was very much like the younger brother he was thinking about, whether it was his demeanor or movements, his appearance and body shape were the same, and even the tone of his voice was the same, but he could feel that the other party was no longer his brother.

Unlike the thoroughly demented mount, Witcher slashed his sword with unmistakable coldness.

"Eleazar-san, it's been a long time."

Finnian grinned and raised his wolfsbane hammer, sparring with Witcher with no less force.

All of a sudden, the silver light and the blood color frantically knocked against each other, while the silver sword with low durability was the first to show cracks.

Eleazar continued to thrust his sword out with an expressionless face, oblivious to the fact that the weapon in his hand was about to disintegrate.

And this time, the ghouls who were already on the defensive weren't going to give their opponent another chance to blow up the silver and hit themselves hard.

Finnian took two quick steps back with a smirk on his face, and suddenly spun his hands around and heaved the Wolfsbane Hammer into his chest, then swung it out dragging a roiling cloud of blood with him.

The scarlet, sticky blood drowned out the silver light.

This time, he blows Witcher away with his sword.

Witcher, whose shoulder had been knocked off, remained indifferent, as if his body wasn't his own, unable to hold his sword in his right hand, he held it in his left hand and lunged again, not giving the other party any time to catch his breath at all.

Finnian, who was backing up on his feet, had a surprised look on his face, a little surprised at his opponent's fighting instincts.

The human body's blood was limited, moreover, this researcher sequence's body was strangely poor, it was too late to create blood in a short period, and there was no way for him to wield a second Scarlet Strike anymore.

The battle that ensued was just as he had envisioned, and he was beaten senseless.

The silver light slashed one after another, first breaking the blood-soaked wolf's tooth hammer, and then greeting his limbs.

Witcher, whose demeanor is full of indifference, seems intent on taking himself alive.

Finnian instantly smiled brightly, "Brother Eleazar~"

In the most affectionate tone of voice, he suddenly lunged toward the other man in an open embrace.

Regardless of the instantly reflexed arms and legs, the chest ripped open violently.

A dragon's breath, like a blood gush, enveloped Witcher, who was within arm's reach.

"Ah!"

Eleazar, whose body was instantly corroded of its outer skin by the blood and heat, roared in rage, his body bubbling with blood flames, and grabbed Finnian in a death grip like a malevolent spirit.

"Eleazar-brother is so gentle~"

"Shut up ....."

The hollow-eyed knight stood behind them at some point, slashing his panning blade and severing his brother's head with his own hands.

"Give me back the real Finnian ------ ----"

Witcher looked up and saw the headless body in front of him spewing the last of its blood as it fell heavily to the side.

The knight dropped his longsword and caught the head with his hands held high, cradling it in his arms as if it were the most precious thing on earth, his body slowly falling to his knees.

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The killing intent faded, and Eleazar, slowly regaining his composure, calculated that self-healing and repairing would be more consuming than reanimation, and simply wiped his throat.

After 30 seconds, the body was reshaped again, and then he realized that the vanished saintly woman had reappeared.

What had happened in the two times he had been reborn?

Eleazar stands up and looks out over the battlefield in the distance.

That evil warlock, chased everywhere by more than thirty high-ranking acolytes, didn't even have time to catch his breath.

The sacred energy of that place of heaven and earth stirred, even the laws were altered, high altitude flight was not possible, the elemental response was forbidden, the law was mysteriously invalid, and divine interference affected every inch of space like a sacred battlefield had been constructed, other than that, there was no energy left in it.

He simply could not intervene in the hand, venturing over I am afraid that it will only be like just now direct ashes.

The warlock's decadence was even greater, and any spells that required a bit of preparation couldn't be released.

Finally waiting for the Virgin who fell from the sky to join the fray, he once again turned into a soul crystal.

The ground suddenly cracked open and a large bloody hand held a pile of corpses outstretched.

As the alarm bells in everyone's hearts rang madly loudly, a deafening muffled sound was heard, followed by a horrifying circle of blood ripples erupting out.

Knock!

The clouds in the sky were shaken apart by the blast, and in the distance Eleazar only felt a ringing in his ears, seeing that the sacred field was instantly blown apart by Scarlet, and all those acolytes flew out in a circle of earthy waves that lifted like an ocean.

Only Qishi in the sky was able to conjure up a holy light to counterattack, but after she vaporized the bloody hand, the soul crystal was gone.

Ghouls and warlocks escape with serious injuries...

21 acolytes were killed in action.

Qishi landed coldly beside the two.

"Just how many more people have to die before you guys are willing to spill the beans on what's going on?"

Eleazar sits down on the ground full of fatigue, his hands in his hair.

Fintan held his brother's head, he couldn't even speak except to huff and puff...