This lich needs more money

The dawn brings the dawn, and the dawn symbolizes the victory of justice over evil, allowing the earth to be bathed in light.

Arthur Ryan did not spend much effort on this sword, but he easily cut open the body of the celestial warrior.

The celestial warrior composed of holy light energy should ignore this kind of injury, but for some reason, Arthur's seemingly insignificant sword cut out an injury that could not be healed.

Longbottom Buto's body broke and fell into the sea. Although he could still float on the sea, he could not heal no matter what.

But Longbottom Buto did not struggle. Instead, he looked at the opponent who flew back into the air and said in a weak voice: "It turned out to be you."

Arthur Ryan did not admit his identity, but only transmitted a soul link to his former comrade-in-arms. Both are heroic spirits, and they can communicate in the form of soul links like the undead.

"Longbottom, long time no see."

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, there is a big man who has the most say in fighting around him-the headless knight Gareth.

Amber did not disappoint Arthur Ryan. The lich's triumphant laughter came from the sky.

"Sorry, Longbottom, I failed to protect you back then."

This lich claimed to be the one chosen by the Lord of Dawn?

"Brother Arthur, I have been waiting for you in the Kingdom of God for 1,700 years. I knew you would not disappear like this."

Although the principle sounds simple, it is simply a fantasy to use one's own holy light to interfere with the operation of other people's holy light.

1,700 years ago, he was not the kind of person who was eloquent. After so many years, he has been staying in the barrier and has not spoken to anyone. This made him really unable to find an excuse for a while.

Cyril Roland frowned and thought. He had lost so badly, and now you say that the opponent is not strong? This lich is deliberately humiliating himself!

Cyril Roland only felt that the three views he had built over the past fifty years were collapsing.

Arthur Ryan's words made Cyril Roland blush with shame. He never expected that he would lose so badly. The combined strength of all people was not as good as his sword. Is this man more powerful than the Silver Moon Knight?

If the lich represents justice, then what is he?

Just as his body was about to fall, a strong arm grabbed his arm.

"I say again, if you leave now, no one will be hurt, but if you want to continue, I can't guarantee it."

Arthur Ryan's body was shaking. When Longbottom Buto died, he was only sixteen years old. He always respected Arthur Ryan as his own brother. There were more than a dozen teenagers like him, all of whom entrusted their lives to Arthur Ryan, but in the end only two survived.

This matter is about his beliefs, he can't just die in obscurity.

Amber Xiu always gave no chance to think, and continued: "I said before the war, let's see whether your holy light represents justice or my subordinates are on the side of justice. Now it is obvious that the reason you lost is because justice is on my side.

The celestial warrior knew the paladin in front of him, so he was most likely not a disguise, he was really a believer of the Lord of Dawn. But why, why would he be a thug for a lich? Cyril Roland couldn't believe that the holy light would favor a paladin who worked for a lich.

Amber Xiu suddenly realized that this was like stuffing a non-standard gear into a machine, causing the machine to explode due to a malfunction. Or maybe Amber Xiu's forced transformation method stuffed a lot of parts into the Eternal Hourglass, not only did not strengthen the artifact, but also damaged the power of the artifact.

Arthur Ryan couldn't help but look up and look at the sky covered by darkness. If it was that lich, he would definitely be able to answer this question, right?

"Don't you understand yet? The Lord of Dawn is on my side. It is He who is affecting the outcome of this battle! At this moment, I, the lich, am the one chosen by the Holy Light! "

Anyway, it's just a simple sense of strength and weakness. If you can beat this man, then all his defeated opponents should not be your opponents, otherwise you are careless, or you are playing a fake match.

Amber Xiu gave Gareth a look that said don't even think about it. He would never allow Gareth to fight with Arthur Ryan, not even a sparring match.

Longbottom Buto's eyes sprinkled with fine golden light, like tears.

Cyril Roland was not afraid. He was ready to sacrifice on the day he became a holy warrior.

Arthur Ryan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer.

Arthur Ryan was in the state of a heroic spirit. Every time he fought, he would be ready to sacrifice. After that, a lot of soul power will be consumed, and it all depends on Amberxiu to replenish it. This fight requires Amberxiu to spend money to recharge. Fighting with a man like Gareth is equivalent to fighting a war of annihilation, and Amberxiu will lose a lot.

Not only the people of Ryan were shocked, but everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Hearing Amberxiu's last words, all the people of Ryan widened their eyes, and even Cyril Roland almost couldn't hold the blood of Lathander. The radiant general covered his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation came, making his eyes black.

"Stupid paladin, do you really think that you lost so badly because my subordinates are stronger? Is there a paladin stronger than your Silver Moon Knight in the world?"

"Wake up, Cyril! This is a lie of the lich!" The voice of his best friend Lucas exploded in his ears, and finally made Cyril Roland regain some reason.

"It doesn't matter. We have never regretted stepping onto the battlefield, nor have we regretted following you to overthrow tyranny. We... forget it, I don't have much time. Brother Arthur, we are waiting for you in the Kingdom of God. This time, you can't break your promise again!"

Gareth is also a loyal audience of this battle. When Amber Xiu asked, Gareth explained: "Very clever sword skills, very clever holy light control method. He did not cut the body of this celestial warrior, but integrated his own holy light into it, interfering with the flow of holy light in the body of this celestial warrior."

Amber Xiu couldn't understand it either. He had never been associated with holy light, but he could tell that the power exerted by Arthur Ryan's sword was very small, which was hundreds of times worse than that of the celestial warrior.

They all had a question in their hearts: "Why?"

Before the celestial warrior disappeared just now, he said: "It turned out to be you."

If Gareth wants to play, go and beat those dragons, don't come to provoke Arthur Ryan.

The Ryans on the sea did not have Gareth, the expert, to explain. Everyone was immersed in the failure just now and could not react for several seconds.

But war is so cruel that it will destroy the most beautiful things in the world, and you are powerless.

Longbottom Buto's body was completely shattered and turned into thousands of golden lights flying towards the sky. The celestial warriors finally returned to the kingdom of the Lord of Dawn.

Take the mage as an example. With the power of the Golden Throne, Amberxiu can only cast powerful spells, instead of sending his own mana into other mages to interfere with their mana operation.

How can this holy warrior who dares not even report his name do it? A whole legion plus the celestial warriors summoned by the power of seven legendary strongmen were killed by a sword in seconds?

But in Amberxiu's hundreds of years of experience, a greasy spell can make a legendary warrior fall to death on the spot, as long as the right time and the right arrangement... It has never been said that you will win a rookie if you have experienced hundreds of battles, nor that you will not capsize in the gutter if you have defeated a hundred strong men.

"Although my subordinates are very powerful, they are not strong enough to crush the seven legends of you Ryan alone. Don't you understand? It was the Lord of Dawn who told you that justice is on our side. So, with the same holy light, my subordinates can solve the problem with just one sword, and the power you have gathered with all your efforts is so vulnerable.

Longbottom Buto did not ask why Arthur Ryan would work for a lich. He believed in Arthur Ryan unconditionally, just like 1,700 years ago. No matter what happened in this mortal world, as long as Arthur Ryan is here, the dawn representing hope will never dissipate.

When Arthur Ryan's identity was unknown, this light sword cut off the body of the celestial warrior. Did this make the Ryan people feel an incredible sense of illusion?

It can't be done. It's hundreds of times more difficult than killing a wizard.

If other liches said this, Cyril Roland would only sneer and chop it with a sword, but now Cyril Roland didn't find Any reason to refute.

No matter how powerful the man in front of him is, he will not shrink back. He just wants to know the truth.

Is he really going to admit defeat?

Cyril Roland clenched the sword in his hand, floating on the sea, and floated in front of Arthur Ryan.

But not every dead boy believes in the Lord of Dawn, and not every one of them can successfully enter the kingdom of the gods. Many of them even have their souls annihilated, and there is no trace of their existence.

The more he talks, the easier it is to expose his identity. Once his identity is exposed, Ryan will be completely divided within a few days, and then the neighboring countries around him will counterattack without hesitation. Ryan will be caught in the flames of war, and thousands of people will die because of him.

And Arthur Ryan has resurfaced and is suspended in the air.

In the eyes of many people, strength is distinguished by eyes. It is similar to piercing the elephant's skin with a needle. The elephant tramples a warrior to death, so you should be able to beat a warrior with this needle.

"Who are you? There is such a powerful holy warrior in the world, and I know nothing about it. Are you a Ryan? Even if I have to pay the price of my life, I want to know the answer. "

"Arthur Ryan's control over the Holy Light can be said to be the best among mortals. Isn't it obvious that he is the Lord of the Dawn's God-chosen one?" Gareth said with emotion: "I really want to fight him!"

Cyril Roland used his last strength to squeeze out a sentence from his mouth: "All troops, retreat!"

It's not that he doesn't have the courage to swing the sword at the opponent, but that he doesn't know who to swing the sword at now. Retreat first, at least let him calm down and think carefully.