Templar Sun King

After showing the unique wings of the blood race, Jerome finally broke free from the shackles of the holy light.

This is just the most basic magic healing technique in a sanctuary space, but for Jerome, it seemed that he was bound by this holy beam for a few seconds just now.

If he hadn't tried his best, he might still be burning with the holy light. This kind of weird white magic will definitely be the enemy of the blood race.

Stretching out his hands, he saw that the originally fair skin had become scorched black, and several blood vessels and muscles could even be seen.

Not only the hands, but also the pain came from all over the body. Knowing how terrible his own image is now without even thinking about it, Jerome felt unprecedented anger.

With a wave of its wings, the dark energy floating in the air was gathered, and a black tentacle emerged from the air, and drew towards Adam.

After releasing the black magic of dark tentacles, Jerome waved his wings again, sharp claws grew from his fingertips, and launched the most violent attack on the militiamen.

Snapped! A loud sound echoed in the camp, and dark tentacles as thick as arms slammed on the holy shield in front of a militiaman.

According to Jerome's calculations, the magic of dark tentacles should be able to split the shields in front of the militiamen, and then he can easily take out the heart of a militiaman again, letting everyone in the camp know that offending the blood race will definitely suffer the most horrific punishment.

But the fact is that the sacred shield in front of the militiamen did not break under the attack of the dark tentacles, not even a single crack.

With the defense of the holy shield, the militiamen can finally fight Jerome with their hands free. Although the militiamen could not compare with Jerome in terms of martial arts or magic, after all, his strength had already reached the Bronze rank.

However, under the siege of six militiamen with holy shields, Jerome had to spend more energy looking for places that the holy shields did not defend to attack, which made this battle a bit weird.

Logically speaking, Jerome should be able to deal with the six militiamen within a few minutes, and the original militiaman is the best example.

But with the Holy Shield, everything looks different.

Jerome finally seized the opportunity to scratch a wound on a militiaman. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to kill the militiaman, or even if he couldn't kill him, he would seriously injure him and make him lose his combat power. The attacks of the other five militiamen had already advent.

Jerome had to pass up this opportunity, which made him very depressed. But he also had to admit that the cooperation of these human fighters in front of him was absolutely perfect. There are definitely not many who can persist for such a long time under the attack of the blood race.

But the real battle really begins.

"Mr. Jerome, I told you that the Holy Light will bless you." The young mage's voice came from next to his ear.

Jerome took a look, and saw the milky white light appearing again between the hands of the young mage, about to envelop his body again.

Jerome, who had already tried the Holy Light, didn't want to experience it again, and knocked down a militiaman who rushed to him.

Ha, the shields on them are starting to wear off. Get out of this light, and then it's your time to enjoy the fear.

Jerome flapped his wings and flew into the air. Just as a smile appeared on his face, he found seven spherical creatures appeared beside him at some point.

Seven holy lights emerged from the bodies of the light spirits, submerging Jerome's body.

It was just a ray of holy light just now, and Jerome was traumatized by the light energy. This time, the number of holy lights increased to seven.

Even if his strength has fully reached the bronze level, at least for now, the strength he can display can really be described as limited. Holy light is simply the nemesis for dark and undead creatures.

Jerome howled like a wild beast, flapping his wings feebly, and landed on the ground. The long-awaited six militia pierced Jerome's body with a trident,

Pull it out, and bring up the blood of the blood race that is also red.

From the blood clan's attack to Adam's summoning of seven light spirits, from the blood clan showing its wings and releasing black magic to being shrouded in holy light again, everyone in the camp was in fear.

A second ago, the blood race still had an absolute advantage, and they all seemed to be doomed. But the next moment, the extremely arrogant Jerome wailed under the shroud of holy light. Especially for Martin and his party, who had a direct conflict with the blood clan, their moods could definitely be called ups and downs.

Martin felt that his clothes were almost drenched with sweat. It wasn't because of the stuffy heat in the camp, but because of the cold sweat from being frightened.

And it's all because of that young mage in the camp!

At this moment, in fact, no one in the camp dared to ignore this young mage since Adam shot.

The six militiamen mercilessly pinned Jerome to the ground with their tridents, and the six tridents sprang from Jerome's hands and feet.

Under the shroud of the holy light, Jerome had no room to resist at all. He could only watch helplessly as the militiamen, who usually could deal with it in one go, stabbed the trident into his body.

Never before or at any time had Jerome been humiliated like this, and it drove him almost mad.

But the strength in his body couldn't be raised at all, he could even clearly feel his body gradually dissipating under the shroud of holy light, this feeling of experiencing his body gradually disappearing made him feel unprecedented fear.

When the healing of the seven light spirits ended, Jerome, who was nailed to the ground by the militiamen, was completely inhuman.

No matter who saw the creature nailed to the ground, they would feel that it was a vampire raised by a vampire rather than a pure blood vampire.

Because he looks so miserable now, the gorgeous noble dress has long been tattered, revealing the scorched skin burned by the holy light, and the inner organization structure can be seen in more places.

The wings behind him were not much better, there were large or small holes in the film, as if they had been eaten by moths.

Adam walked slowly in front of Jerome. There was still a holy shield in front of him. After all, he was not attacked. The holy shield lasted longer than the militiamen.

The only thing that makes Adam regret is that both the light spirit and himself are now at a lower level, so the effect of the healing spell is greatly reduced, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble.

"Mr. Jerome, I've heard that if the hearts of blood races are dug out, they will die a very miserable death."

Jerome made an ugly curse, "Damn human, do you think the great Johnson is someone you can humiliate casually? Ask that businessman, the wrath of the blood race is not something you can afford. Believe me, you will die A hundred times a thousand times worse than me. Ha...haha..."

"Don't worry, you will soon experience the taste of salvation."

Adam didn't pay attention to Jerome's cursing at all. As for the grievances between the businessman Martin and the blood clan, he had plenty of time to understand.

Under Adam's order, the seven spirits released the healing technique again.

The seven holy lights and the six militiamen were also enveloped, but instead of feeling any discomfort, they recovered from the damage they suffered in the blood race battle in the holy light.

And Jerome, who had endured the most holy light, finally didn't have the strength to make any sound, not even a scream.

Through the milky white light, other people in the camp could clearly see that Jerome, pinned to the ground by the militiamen, was gradually disappearing.

Yes, just like the previous vampires, under the huge and rich light energy, the body quickly turned into the most basic particles and disappeared into the air.

The middle-aged mage couldn't help swallowing, it seemed that because of their reasons, the mysterious young mage in front of him had an enmity with the blood clan.

Glancing at Martin who was still stunned, the middle-aged mage finally relaxed a bit. He is not the owner of the caravan, so let Martin worry about such things. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, and unconsciously treated Adam as an important person.

The holy light dissipated, and there were only six militiamen on the ground. At this time, the wounds on their bodies had completely disappeared. And Jerome, who claimed to be the great Johnson, no longer had any traces, and was completely purified by the holy light.

At the moment when Jerome was completely purified by the holy light, Adam was reminded again of the sanctuary space.

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