Necromancer Doomsday Walk

104 Roland the Ascetic

104 Ascetic Roland

"Tang Divine Envoy, how do you plan to deal with these two powerful men from the Nether Tribe?" After a while, Bailey asked. Everyone shut up and looked at Tang Fan, waiting for Tang Fan's answer.

"Commander, what's your plan?" Tang Fan did not answer, but asked with a smile.

"Strategy..." Bailey looked like he was thinking, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Not yet, but, Tang Divine Envoy, can you imprison these two powerful men of the Nether Tribe without killing them first?

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"Okay." Tang Fan said with a smile, leaving part of the domain power in the bodies of the two Nether Clan strongmen, completely confining their power, leaving these two Nether Clan strongmen with only a pair of powerful

Body.

Although their bodies are very strong and their combat prowess is comparable to that of legendary level human warriors, they have no chance at all in a place where this kind of holy level can be found everywhere.

Tang Fan loosened the confinement of the domain power, but left a little domain power in the bodies of the two powerful Nether tribesmen, which could completely suppress them.

The two strong men from the Nether Tribe thought they had a chance. They suddenly burst into flames and rushed upwards, like cannonballs.

However, the moment they moved, a majestic pressure poured down, directly pressing them back to the ground, making them unable to move.

"You two have only one body strength left, and you still want to escape. It seems that you are forcing me to imprison you more completely." Tang Fan said, and immediately, the power of the domain was used again, and the divisions were divided again.

A small part of it fell on the bodies of the two strong men of the Nether Clan, directly imprisoning their physical strength and turning them into two strong Nether Clan men who could not move.

"Okay, Commander, you can imprison the two of them now and send some saint-level experts to guard them." Tang Fan said.

"Thank you so much, Ambassador Tang." Bailey said gratefully.

"Yes, the Tang Divine Envoy is really our lucky star and our Dark Continent's luck." A strong man immediately agreed.

"That's right. If it weren't for the Tang Divine Envoy, we might not be able to do anything to the underworld army. But once the Tang Divine Envoy came, he not only obtained the intelligence of the underworld army, defeated the conspiracy of the underworld army, but also captured two underworld tribesmen.

Strong men in the field, these two strong men in the field of the Nether Race, are at least in the third-level field, and may be in the fourth-level field, they are really amazing."

Tang Fan smiled but didn't say anything.

Not only did the celebration not fall into depression due to the assassination of two strong men from the Nether Tribe, but it became even more intense and exciting.

The night passed happily amid celebrations.

The next day, something important happened.

A team flew in quickly from a distance, and waves of sacred power were heard from afar, attracting the attention of the strong men on the Fate defense line.

"The fluctuation of sacred power, could it be..."

Tang Fan, who was inside the tent, also felt this wave of sacred power coming rapidly towards this side.

"People from the Holy See of Light?" Tang Fan said to himself: "Does that mean that the Underworld General and his legion have been wiped out by the Holy See of Light? Or are we facing a Underworld General and a hundred thousand Underworld Guards?

Under the attack, the Holy See of Light not only resisted, but also had some remaining strength? No matter what it is, it shows that the strength of the Holy See of Light is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

Tang Fan could sense from the fluctuations in his aura that he was from the Holy See, and other powerful people could naturally sense it as well.

"Your Excellency, Commander, in the fifteen years since the Fat Defense Line was established, no one from the Holy See of Light has ever set foot here. Is there anything going on here this time?" A strong man was quite confused.

"I heard that the Holy See of Light has been attacked by a powerful legion of the underworld and has to defend it with all its strength. Could it be that now, the legion of the underworld has been killed by the people of the Holy See of Light?" Another strong man said.

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"Maybe, but the arrival of the people from the Holy See of Light is good news for us. At least the power of the Holy See of Light can do more harm to the Hades," Bailey said.

At this time, I saw white figures appearing in the sky, flying over quickly.

Not long after, this group of white figures arrived above the Fate defense line and landed quickly. It turned out that they were wrapped in a layer of white light, so they looked like they were all white.

After the white light subsided, everyone could clearly see the costumes of this group of people.

The leader was a bald man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old. The wrinkles on his face were like dry tree bark. His eyes seemed to be closed. His aura was restrained, as if he were a piece of wood. If not for his own eyes.

When I saw him flying down from the sky, I almost ignored him.

And this bald old man was wearing a robe that had been washed white. It was very old, and there was no magic fluctuation on it. It was obvious that this was just an ordinary robe, not some magic equipment.

Behind the old man, there were many people, almost one hundred and ten, and their whole bodies exuded power fluctuations belonging to the holy level.

"Ten red archbishops, a hundred holy swordsmen." Bailey thought silently in his heart: "And this leader, is he also from the Holy See of Light? But why can't I feel the fluctuation of holy power on his body?"

While confused, some thoughts suddenly flashed through Bailey's mind. He vaguely remembered some of the sayings he had heard before, and his heart trembled. He looked carefully at this seemingly ordinary old man, and the more he looked at it, the more he thought about it.

The closer you are to what you want.

"Hello everyone, I am Commander Bailey." Bailey introduced himself.

"Dear Commander, I am Roland Du." The old man nodded slightly and introduced himself. Although he looked thin, when he spoke, he gave people a fresh and refreshing breath.

Jean Bailey confirmed it.

After Bailey heard his name, he thought for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he was completely sure of the other person's identity.

"It turns out to be Mr. Roland, the ascetic." Bailey's expression was quite respectful.

Ascetics are a special kind of existence of the Holy See of Light. They are all fanatical believers who do not pursue fame or wealth, but only for the faith in their hearts. They walk on their feet and do not live in a house. When they are tired, they walk

Find a place to sit down and rest. To put it simply, ascetics make themselves suffer, torture themselves and abuse themselves.

According to people, ascetics are actually a group of lunatics and paranoiacs.

They look very pious and quiet, but in fact, they are extremely stubborn. Once it is something they think is right, no one can change their mind. They may even change your mind in turn and force it.

But there is no doubt that every ascetic is a very powerful being. Bailey didn't know that such an ascetic, especially Roland Du, is very famous. Coming here is

Blessing is a curse.

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