Overlord Wizard

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A mammoth aura rushed from the distant sky, and rushed directly to the sky in the direction of the temple. For a moment, it was like a purple-gold sky pillar spreading, rushing straight to the sky, making countless people at this moment can see.

"How is this power possible?"

Looking at the Tianzhu in the distance, the face of the current emperor of the Silver Bird Empire instantly became horrified: "Damn it, come and escort me out of the city!!"

"No! Uncle, you can't go anywhere!!" Next to him, a young figure walked slowly, glanced at the Tianzhu in the distance, and said with a sneer, "The Pope you rely on will soon be killed by Lord Li Luo Death, this is an inevitable fate, to support the Holy See in the wizarding world, you are doomed to fail from the very beginning!!"

"This is impossible! Ryan, get out of the way!" The emperor of the empire burst out with a dazzling holy light, and at this moment he rushed towards the young man in front of him with his sword in his hand.

"Hmph. Fittier, you lowly usurper, die!" A red light burst out from the young man's hand, and at this moment, it bloomed instantly, and with a bang, a huge fireball exploded in front of the emperor in front of him.

The turbulent fire wave spurted out, submerging Fitil in an instant, but after a while, the flame dissipated, and a figure in golden armor rushed out of the fire wave.

At this moment, Fitil's eyes lit up with dazzling golden light, and a sacred aura spread rapidly at this moment.

"Die!" Fidel's face turned grim, revealing a look that didn't match his aura. He rushed towards Ryan with a golden long sword in his hand, and slashed his head with the sword, but was immediately killed by several people wearing masks. entangled by the man in black.

"Unbelievable."

Looking at Fittier in front of him, Ryan's face was full of surprise: "You have reached the eighth level..."

"When did it happen?" He looked at Fittier in front of him and couldn't help asking.

Regarding this question, although he knew that it was the power bestowed by the gods, he still couldn't help being curious.

"Huh. The power of the gods, is it something you and other mortals can understand?" Fitir sneered, and shot his hand towards the sky. Suddenly, all the people in the city began to tremble violently, and their bodies turned blood red. .

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, and bloodstains the size of pinholes appeared on his body, and traces of golden blood flowed out, gathering towards the sky.

Fitil laughed wildly, and shot his hand towards the void, and golden blood rushed towards him, entering his body in an instant and disappearing.

At this moment, Fittier's aura suddenly rose, dazzling golden light bloomed from his body, and his aura began to rise steadily, and soon broke through to the eighth-order limit, reaching the ninth-order level.

"It's not enough!" Fidel's eyes were red and he grinned grinningly, and quickly turned into a piece of gold. The golden armored warriors on the surrounding city walls half-kneeled in place in an instant, and his whole body was like those ordinary citizens, sneering There was a muffled sound, and streams of golden blood gathered towards the sky.

The golden blood turned into a torrent of blood and entered Fittier's body. Immediately afterwards, an inexplicable breath began to rise rapidly, and the breath on Fittier's body began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

hum!

Under this momentum, the whole city began to tremble violently. Fitir laughed wildly, his body rapidly reorganized while being broken, and was gradually submerged by a piece of divine light.

Ryan watched this scene in shock, never expecting that this uncle who usurped the throne would sacrifice the entire city and soldiers, all of which were used to improve his own strength.

But he couldn't help being resentful, the breath of Fittier in front of him began to fluctuate, and he was on the verge of advancing, and he was about to complete his transformation soon!

Ryan fled to the distance, flying away in the opposite direction where Luo Li and the Pope were fighting.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, Ryan only felt the energy shield on his body shake for a while, and the whole person involuntarily flew upside down, and was thrown towards the high altitude in the distance, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

hum!

Fittier grinned, and slowly withdrew his arm. Just now, he only used 10% of his strength, and a fist came down, which seriously injured the disobedient nephew in front of him. He was very satisfied.

"Stupid nephew, the friend of your ancestors will definitely be defeated by the Pope, and I will be the first emperor in my family to become a god! Now, use your blood to lay the foundation for me!"

Fittier narrowed his eyes, flashed a cold light, and turned into a 100-meter-tall golden giant, rushing towards Ryan.

He walked very slowly, but because of his huge size, his speed was astonishingly fast. With Ryan's flying speed, he rushed over in a few steps and grabbed it hard.

crunch.

With a grinding sound like toothache, Ryan was instantly held in his hand.

"Ugh. You are a traitor to the empire. You have turned to the gods, and sooner or later you will be devoured by the gods! I curse you." Ryan spat blood in his mouth, kept yelling, and his eyes gradually became lax.

"To die so easily? The widows haven't had enough fun yet. Come back to life!" Fidel's face was flushed sickly, and the golden light in his hands was shining brightly. Ryan's injuries began to recover gradually, coughed a few times, and recovered.

"Die! Hahahaha." Fitil laughed wildly, and increased the strength in his hand.

"Ah!" With a scream, Ryan spat out another big mouthful of blood.

"Hahahahaha"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You are screaming!"

Laughing maniacally, Fittier's face became more ferocious, but at some point, the arm that was exerting force trembled there, unable to exert force at all.

Opposite Fittier, there was a huge purple-gold giant, looking at him indifferently, with his arms slowly reaching towards his wrist.

Fittier was horrified to find that he was unable to move under the tremendous pressure of his soul. He watched Li Luo rescue Ryan from his hands, and under a burst of purple-gold light, Ryan completely recovered.

Luo Li looked at Fittier in front of him, with a look of interest on his face, and he just stretched his arms over.

"ah!"

This time, a scream came from Fittier's mouth, and one of his arms was torn off by Li Luo, and he was thrown aside casually.

Boom!

The huge arm made a loud noise from the ground, and then the golden blood instantly sank into the ground, pushing a piece of flowers and plants to a height of more than three meters.

"Ah! Stop it. Pope Raphael, help me!" Fittier screamed, calling the Pope's name, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his limbs were gradually torn apart by Li Luo.

When everything quieted down, Li Luo stood there quietly, his body began to shrink gradually, and finally turned into a normal size, standing opposite Ryan.

Looking at Ryan in front of him, Li Luo sighed deeply and said, "Kill all the people in the Principality who have received the Holy See's grace."

Ryan was startled, then sighed deeply, thought of something again, and looked in the direction of the temple.

"Could it be the Pope!"

Ryan's pupils shrank, thinking of a possibility.

"Beheaded by me." A simple sentence made Ryan's pupils shrink instantly: "I see. I will follow your order."