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Her movements are amazing, and the spellcast gestures seem to be a series of afterimages. Almost instantly, a Magic has formed Taboo. This simple Second Circle Magic is Dispel Magic among Chord Magic. White Reed reaches out and the Necromancer, which is held by the bone staff, is not responded and is hit by a green beam.

In it, the magical power it leads to disappears invisibly. Even for a moment, even the Space around his body was banned, and the flow of MP was completely felt.

At this moment, a gray shadow flew out, crossed the entire hall, and accurately hit the head of the Necromancer who used the white bone lance. The Necromancer’s skull seemed to be a delicate porcelain. Split, the huge impact caused its body to fly backwards. Severe hit a pillar behind the door

The broken head smashed, and the ribs were completely scattered, and the Soul Fire faded.

Scippamira took back the position where the lance was thrown. The gray shadow was the stone spear that she used to throw the shepherd’s stick.

The believer of the Earth Goddess turned around and looked at White Reed with some surprise. In her impression, the Female Knight was not a wizard, but the White Reed upperclasswoman did not seem to explain anything. Just a mysterious smile on this little girl.

Between the rabbits and the fallen, the three Undead Knights were pulling out their swords against the dark tentacles exhibited by Mordefeys and Andelique. At this time, Brando had calmly passed through the white bone lance, and touched the war slate suspended in midair. He is planning to throw this slate directly into one’s own Dimensional Hole to avoid night dreams.

More, but it was at this time that he suddenly gave birth to a creepy feeling, and subconsciously turned back. I discovered that I didn’t know when the darkness of the two sides was lit up in the darkness of the two sides.

“There was still something hidden in this hall!” Brando reacted at once. He saw the two groups of red light moving, and then a black line swept over to himself. The speed was so scary that he didn’t have to judge to know that he If you don’t let go, then you will have a right hand. Right hand and war slate are light and heavy.

Brando is naturally clear. He doesn’t even think about draw back, brush a light sound, a black light curtain sweeps across the center of the hall, past the place where Brando was, and piled up the pile of towering gravel from the center. Divided into two.

Then it went on, and if it really cut off the black tentacles of Andelique, Mordefeys and the moon of the dead moon, and then fell into the wall opposite the hall, it snorted, everyone felt the feet sink, and the half-seat hall was actually Under this attack, it fell slightly down a half point.

Brando rolled down the gravel pile and clearly felt the formidable power of the shot. He couldn’t help but the cold sweat came down. Fortunately, he had collected his hand before, otherwise the shot would not be as simple as an arm.

This sudden blow completely blocked the confrontation between the two sides, everyone stopped to look in that direction, suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. I saw it on the side of the hall, slowly coming out of a tall dragonfly. The dragonfly was about four feet tall, wearing a crown, holding an epee, wearing a tattered cloak, dark armor.

Covered by its skeleton, it shows its identity as Knight-Thane. It went to the crowd, and the hands turned to the lower body of the sword, so they stood there so high, in the eyes of a pair of black holes, the Soul Fire was lightly golden.

“Saint undead,” seeing this scene even the upperclasswoman White Reed couldn’t help but sigh: “It’s Sir Lorison, Lorison was born in the Empire one hundred and sixty years ago, was the most famous greatsword of that era. He was Peak before his death. Sword Saint.”

Saint undead is the undead that stays in the world by vows or promises, like the undeads like Emerald Knight and Sebas. Their souls are dragged into the dark country, but they are not monsters. Oaths and promises constrain their souls so that they are not completely obsessed by the dark MP corrode

Lost reason. These undeads look more like Heroic Spirit, but they suffer far more than the ancient Spectres, because on the one hand they have to endure the pain of indulging in the darkness, on the other hand they have to maintain their noble ideals and beliefs. The people of Saint undead were great heroes during their lifetime.

Sir Lorison is such a person. Although he is a loser of political struggle, as the first Head Commander and founder of Silver Horse Knights, he definitely can bear the name of a hero.

After Lorison’s undead slowly appeared in the public’s field of vision, there was no further action, neither continued to attack Brando, nor did it make the outsider who invaded its tomb get out, and it stood still in motion. There, it is like a sculpture. At this time, the Undeads opposite Brando moved.