Lord of the Witches

Pooh!

In the chaotic Plaza of Thorns, on the arena completely entangled with thorns and holy light, a very special body, almost no different from rotten flesh, was pinched by a hand wearing a bright red glove, and pressed directly against the body in front of it. On top of a "bronze thorn fragment".

It was like a piece of meat about to be grilled, and immediately, a knight's sword wrapped in holy light suddenly appeared. In the sound of "swiping", the second rotten head was brutally dismembered, and even his head was cut into pieces. After a "chi", it fell down.

But this fatal injury is almost useless to the body that has been transformed into a "rotten corpse".

Especially at this time, it is the second rot head who controls the body. Its head fell, but it did not lose its vitality. Instead, it jumped up suddenly, grinning, and the withered yellow teeth fell off with a click, and soon it was pitch black. The foul-smelling mouth leaned towards Charles I.

"Arrogant and ignorant junior, I've said it long ago, you can't do anything to me, even the old Sims can only secretly plot against me, no one in this world can kill me... Be good, let us Get close and close."

"vomit!"

Obviously, the so-called intimacy of the second rot is not a pleasant experience. It opened its mouth, almost touching the face of Charles I, and immediately began to "vomit", and the flood made up of rotting corpses was about to pour out again.

Disgusting, helpless skill.

In the past ten seconds, the second rotten head showed his fighting style to the mysterious transcendents who were watching the battle, an extremely shameless and almost invincible style.

Now the extraordinary world knows why the "Rotten Head" organization directly gave up aiding one of their leaders in the Dark Era, because it didn't need it.

One of the characteristics of the second rot head is "immortality". So far, it is almost the same as the real immortality.

No matter what methods Charles I used, a large number of light spells, or simply powerful light wonders, could only briefly curb the second rotten head, and soon the rotten head would continue to regenerate, and the speed was getting faster every time.

The same means can't contain it a second time.

This means that even Charles I, who received the "Revelation from the Lord of Light", possesses a combat power that is completely at the demigod level at this time, or even stronger.

He is also completely restrained by the opponent, and occasionally disgusted.

For example, at this moment, another characteristic of the second rotten head is that it can open the door to the "rotten country".

On the mysterious side, the notorious lunatic organization "Rotten Head" believes in an extremely ancient evil god "Rotten Father God", and the country where this god, who is said to be the ancestor of all spirits, gathers endless rotting corpses from foreign lands .

Every time the second rotten head opened the portal, it would be a disaster for the "legendary level" or below Transcendents.

But for Charles I, it can only produce disgusting effects.

The lord Pope glanced at the "rotting corpse flood" that was about to pour down in disgust. A ruby ​​ring on his red gloves suddenly burst into brilliance, and a blood-red spear pierced out, piercing straight into the second place. In the mouth of the rotten head.

The holy light not only eliminated the flood of rotten corpses, but also dissolved all the bodies belonging to the second rotten head in the field, leaving not even a single strand of hair.

Having dealt with his opponent, Charles I turned to break through the thorns.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt some tingling in his shoulders, and there was no room for him to turn his head. On his left and right sides, the cassock split, and two heads with different faces, but both were rotten.

On the left, the second rotten head came up and tried to bite Charles I's cheek, and the strange cry sounded at the same time:

"Stupid little Luther, are you hungry, come and taste it with me."

"The way of not practicing..."

"Shut up!"

This time it was Charles I who told him to shut up.

His originally cold and indifferent face was completely unable to conceal his disgust at this time. In the past ten seconds, he had fully experienced the cheap mouth of the second rotten head, the "old man" of the Dark Era. Derwig's brainwashing warning caused some fluctuations in Charles I's calm state of mind.

The "Crown of Light" on his head released a terrifying divine light, forcibly peeling off the second rotten head that wanted to eat his cheek. In the holy light, a body with almost no skin and only rotten flesh appeared out of thin air. At the neck, The two heads quickly revived.

Charles I didn't care about it, he had already realized that the second rotten leader seemed to be plotted by Martin Sims again.

Its "immortality" characteristic was fused with Ludwig, and the two restrained him with the help of the "thorn suit", entangled him here, making it impossible for him to appear in Mihuang City immediately.

"Delaying time will not save your 'lord'."

Charles I glanced at the revived Ludwig with killing intent, then turned his head and looked at the other side of the portal of heaven and earth, Mihuang City covered in ice and snow, and looked at the majestic and simple castle.

His face returned to calm, but the desire to kill swept everything, and he continued to order:

"Castle Bureau, find a man named 'Raphael' and kill him."

"Anyone who blocks, kill without mercy!"

"Boom"

When this extremely indifferent voice resounded throughout Mihuang City.

boom! boom! boom!

Everyone, especially extraordinary people with a wide social circle, or large organizations, were involved in extreme shock at this moment, and no one could be exempted.

The answer, just revealed without warning?

The reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns is the one called "Raphael"?

If most of the superhumans were shocked by the sudden announcement of the answer, then the superhumans who knew Raphael, as well as the castle bureau that was waiting in full force, entered a state of speechlessness at this moment, as if they had heard the words of the world. The most incredible sound ever.

"Raphael is the thorn?"

Inside the Castle Bureau, Jennifer, Old Colson, William Marshall... every staff member, every agent, there is that one wearing glasses, thin and thin body, which makes people can't help getting close Youth figure.

Like beating a war drum, the frightening sound of "rumbling" and madness reverberated in their minds.

Not only did they lose their ability to speak, but because of the excessive shock, they didn't even have time to react for a while.

...

In the underground of the castle bureau, outside the room full of white hair, long hair and fluorescent lights, and in the observation room separated by glass, the bodies of agents are swaying here and there, and all kinds of strange objects are scattered on the ground. They all fell into an inexplicable deep sleep, dark red. On the side of the long table, the sound of sizzling electricity suddenly came.

The conversation is still going on.

Rafael frowned. His calmness and wisdom, which he had always been proud of, seemed to be far away from him at this moment. Goosebumps appeared on his body surface at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heart was beating violently. , shortness of breath.

He forced himself to think, and intermittent thoughts came to him frantically.

At this moment, he thought of many details that were wrong but ignored by him.

His special physique, some of the strange events he encountered, the dreams he often immerses in, and a part of the memory that he loses every time he sees Jerome, they are recovering, and some unimaginable information is being released... …

No, relying on these alone cannot prove that I am the Lord of Thorns.

"Who are you?"

As soon as Raphael opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse.

On the wall, a kind old man suddenly came out of the wall. Under his long white hair was a white robe, which was still spotless after many years. He smiled at Raphael, his teeth were white, Exudes a faint light.

His voice was as soft as ever.

But the content turned on the "switch" in Raphael's body in an instant, causing Raphael's unbelievable ancient information to rush out violently.

"I am Jerome, and also...Pyrus!"

"boom"

Rafael's mind roared, of course he knew the meaning of those three words.

Holy Prophet!

The "Holy One" who originally existed in the epic mythology, with bare feet, stepping on his soft white hair emitting fluorescent light, slowly came to Raphael's body, bowed slightly, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see everything Emerging reverence.

When he bowed, the white hair all over the room turned into "holy thorns" surrounded by clean light. They began to grow wantonly, and soon pierced through the room and all the underground passages, and began to move toward the entire William Ancient Fort spread.

Surrounded by thorns, the soft voice of the Holy Prophet sounded:

"Destiny is about to start!"

"The flower of truth... will surely bloom in the thorns!"

...

Outside, everyone in the Castle Bureau is still in a state of sluggishness, they can hardly think.

Until the army of light descended on Fort William in a destructive manner.

The defensive measures on the outskirts of the castle failed to form any obstacles, and they didn't even manage to resist for half a second. The first round of charges by the light knights turned the outskirts of the castle into ruins. The first knight who broke into the castle, the The eyes behind the silver-white visor surged with bloody murderous intent.

The long sword attached to the holy light slashed at a lady holding a document without hesitation. It was Jennifer who hadn't returned to the inner castle yet.

Behind the knights, the army surged forward.

Seeing a young, beautiful lady, who is about to become the first innocent victim of the Castle Bureau.

Dragon Heart Fort, the fourth floor of the library tower, Tang Qi, who has finished "writing" at some point, stands in front of the dim light that reflects everything, his hands are surging with magic power, watching the army that broke into the castle, Watching the knight sword cutting towards Jennifer.

There was still a complex look in his eyes.

At that moment just now, when Charles I announced the "answer", Tang Qi was the fastest to break free from that state, because he had already guessed part of the truth a long time ago.

Like the "answer" separated by a layer of tulle, Tang Qi had already understood it in advance, but he could not be finalized. Until that layer of veil was also lifted, Tang Qi officially confirmed that his "family member" Bai Meilin paid the price of death once, and the broken picture revealed by divination was true.

Even so, Tang Qi still couldn't contain his shock.

One of his "friends" in the extraordinary world turned out to be the reincarnation of a "master-level" god?

This kind of drastic change, no matter how powerful the mind is, it is difficult to accept it calmly for a while.

This is why, at this moment, the entire castle bureau seems to be petrified.

The only one who can react is William O'Neill, the real owner of Castle William, the mayor of Mihuang who was once recognized as "the strongest and extraordinary Mihuang", and the director of the Castle Bureau.

Before the knight sword cut off Jennifer's head.

William O'Neil's majestic voice with a tinge of anger suddenly resounded through the castle.

"I nourish the fire of righteousness and quench the fire of evil."

"Boom"

Above the castle, the phantom of the salamander, which is completely outlined by lines and symbols, is wearing a crown. With its head held high, it suddenly spews flames at the army of light that broke into the castle. The flame of justice that burns everything In an instant, hundreds of bright knights were turned into coke.

Everyone could see, in the phantom of the salamander, a white-haired middle-aged man with a tall and straight body and a majestic face, looking angrily at the army of light.

"Return to the inner fort and activate the highest crisis level defense..."

"laugh!"

Before William O'Neil could finish speaking, a huge knight sword wrapped in holy light appeared out of thin air and pierced into the phantom of the salamander. The salamander that was spewing invisible flames disintegrated instantly, and in the corresponding void, William O'Neill's chest and abdomen were pierced by a knight's sword.

In front of him, a knight in armor and bathed in holy light appeared.

All extraordinary people know him.

Holy Knight Lancelot!

After the unprecedented "civil war" broke out within the Church of Light, many big figures within them chose to be neutral. After all, the Light camp, in addition to "Light" and "thorns", also has "Mother of Light", "Goddess of Order", "Salvation" sons of these gods.

Before the Lord of Light wakes up completely and informs the members of the "rebel camp", the powerhouses who have not been affected will naturally not intervene.

And the powerhouses on the "bright" side are out of anger.

Lancelot is one of them.

William O'Neill was very strong, but compared to the holy knights who were once known as "the strongest under the saints", he was extremely weak.

The holy knights who have survived from the "Dark Era" to the present, just like the "undead heroes" of the Holy Eagle's Nest Society, he has also been transformed into some kind of undead creature. He still maintains his handsome and unparalleled face, and his body bathed in the holy light. He is an immortal heroic spirit.

Lancelot's sword caused William O'Neill to be seriously injured and on the verge of death. He stared at William O'Neill with eyes full of killing intent and anger, and almost roared:

"Ants that blaspheme our Lord, how dare they call themselves righteous?"

"It's just a four-legged reptile that stole the fire of the 'Goddess of Justice' without permission. The filthy blood will eventually be purified by my holy sword."

While roaring, Lancelot looked down at the agents and staff of the Castle Bureau with incomparably contemptuous eyes. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only a strong desire to kill.

"The blasphemer deserves to die."

"Kill them all!"

When Lancelot's order came, the army of light, which was already ready to move, was about to run away in the next second.

The supernatural beings peeping here have no doubt that when the knights, heavy armored soldiers, red-robed bishops... all the members of the church fight together, the Castle Bureau can't hold on for even a second. This majestic and simple castle about to be destroyed.

ps: It’s Monday, and I’d like to ask everyone for a recommendation ticket, and for a monthly ticket, I’ll ask for it after there are more fat fish.