"It's cunning and mean. "Lucas, the necromancer, pretended to surrender, tricked Bishop Fren into opening the passage to the undead plane, and summoned the army of the undead with the help of the Minoan Dictionary, and finally miraculously controlled the army of the undead far above his power through the soul blade.www.biquge.info This series of actions is meticulous and fluid, which makes Alfie breathtaking.

However, to Alfie's displeasure, he and Celent inadvertently became pawns in Lucas's hands. This realization caused the balance of Elfie's heart to waver in his heart to completely tip in favor of Bishop Fren.

Bishop Furren sighed, waved his cane, and the angelic legion raised its holy sword to fight the army of the undead. The standard holy sword in the hands of the Angel Legion is not trivial, and with every swing of the sword, an undead spirit will be cut off and turned into a black wisp of death.

Alfie noticed that the undead killed by the Sacred Sword were not purified by the Sacred Sword like the Serpent of Death, but were sucked into the Death Vortex, and a moment later a stronger undead jumped out of the Death Vortex and replenished the army of the undead.

On the surface, the Angel Legion has the absolute upper hand, and only those four Death Knights and the Heavenly Bone Dragons in the army of the undead have the potential to pose a threat to them. But in fact, the Angel Legion is in a disadvantageous position, because the army of the undead can be replenished from the death vortex in a steady stream, while the Angel Legion is one less dead.

The angel who was stabbed by the dark knight's jet-black sword will quickly turn black, and then spread to his whole body, incapacitating him, and then the army of the undead who have been eyeing him will rush up and completely corrupt the angel with their dead energy.

The bone dragon in the sky has played a huge advantage, and the dragon breath full of death breath sprays down without distinction between enemies and me, and every angel contaminated with the death dragon's breath rolls on the ground with a wail, and is also quickly corroded into a pile of skeletons by the dead army, and those undead army contaminated by the death dragon's breath will become more powerful, burning with raging black flames on their bodies, and they can slash each other with angels without fear of death.

Under the elimination of each other's strengths, the Angel Legion has begun to gradually show defeat. At this time, Bishop Fern could no longer provide the slightest help to the Angel Legion, and even the Holy Gate behind him, he was no longer able to open it and summon new vitality for the Angel Legion.

"I guessed right. Your Majesty, you are indeed old. If you could open the Holy Gate, if you could close the Death Spiral, the outcome of this battle would have changed, but unfortunately, you only came close to succeeding. Lucas appeared behind Bishop Fren, a fragment of the Soul Blade resting around his neck.

"We didn't have to get to this point, and I always wanted to give each other a chance. Wouldn't it be nice to settle peacefully?" Bishop Flren's back was still straight.

"Unfortunately, you don't know me. Any other necromancer might be tempted by your advice, but I won't. Compared to the undead plane, which is heaven for necromancers, the continent of Eliat is what attracts me more. As I said earlier, if it were possible, I would really like to live peacefully and freely under this blue sky, but you will never give me this opportunity. Lucas said excitedly.

"Am I wrong, but why do you think so differently from other necromancers?" asked Bishop Fren, who didn't care about the soul blade around his neck, turned to face Lucas and stared into his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to share this secret with you. Lucas's hand holding the soul blade tightened, "Originally, you gave me so many opportunities in front of me to have the possibility of turning the tables, but I can't repeat the mistakes you made, do you have any last words?"

"I'm sorry too. It was planned for so long and still failed. Bishop Furon looked at the Soul Blade and said calmly: "The Soul Blade, a legendary weapon crafted by the God of Souls himself, as long as it cuts a little skin, the soul will be sucked into it, and it will never be able to escape. Can you promise me not to hurt the Oriat continent too much?"

"I promise you'll soon experience that feeling for yourself. With great respect, Lucas deftly avoided Bishop Flren's question. Although the two men had different positions, Bishop Flon had done enough to earn his respect.

Before Lucas could finish speaking, suddenly a burst of ethereal singing came from nowhere, and as the song sounded, the angel legion seemed to be injected with a booster. Countless notes appeared, giving each angel a layer of golden divine light. Inspired by the song, the angels became powerful again, and each of them had the strength to stand up to the Death Knight on its own. And those wounds stained by the breath of death were also quickly healed with the help of the sacred notes.

"This is the divine power of the Lord of Light?!" Lucas was shocked, and the soul blade that stabbed at Bishop Flon in his hand was half a beat slower.

"No! this is a sacred hymn in praise of the Lord of Light!" Also aided by the divine power of the Lord of Light contained in the song, Bishop Flon miraculously regained his power at his peak, and after a divine teleportation, he distanced himself from Lucas.

The voice of the sacred hymn grew louder and louder, like a heavenly sound from heaven, and a figure stepped out of the void and appeared in the mirror world.

"Is it you?" Lucas recognized at a glance that it was the little bard who was singing the sacred hymn at this time, but he did not expect that in the end, he would be planted in the hands of this humble bard, knowing that he should have fought with the old lion in the first place, and also dealt with him.

Reluctant, Lucas once again stirred up the breath of death and tried to attack Alfie, but under the influence of the sacred hymns, this was impossible. The divine power of the Lord of Light filled the space around Elfi, and Lucas's death aura was completely purified before it could gather.

In Elfie's sacred hymn, the Divine Gate opens again, and more legions of angels pour into the mirror space, purifying the army of the undead like a whirlwind. Finally, after the three Death Knights and their skeletal horses were purified, the remaining Death Knights' scarlet eyes finally showed a hint of fear, and with a wave of their long swords, they retreated back into the death vortex with the remaining army of the undead.

The bone dragon in the air seemed to be unwilling, and wanted to struggle to compete with the angel army, but a clear and loud dragon roar came from behind the holy gate, which made the bone dragon also fearful. After flickering a few times in the green ghost fire in the bone dragon's eye socket, it finally turned around and plunged into the death vortex.

Alfie's sacred hymns still don't stop, and all the angelic legions aim their holy swords at Lucas.

"Lucas, go, the undead plane is where you belong. At this juncture, Bishop Flon still did not give up his persuasion to Lucas, but Lucas still rejected his kindness.

"Your Majesty, you will never try to arrange my path for me. After saying that, a strong breath of death burst from his body, and Lucas was so strong that he wanted to explode himself. Even Alfie was stunned by him and stopped singing the sacred hymns.

Seeing that Lucas was about to blow himself up, the "Minoan Dictionary" in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling purple light, and the purple light had a wonderful connection with the death vortex, instantly stopping Lucas's self-detonation and sucking him into the death vortex.

"No, no, you remember that one day I will return to the continent of Eliat, and then I will definitely lead the army of the undead to wipe out the Holy See and bring the entire continent under my feet!"