Sarin was horrified. This mage turned out to be a saint!
A person blessed by God. Perhaps even Jeice himself did not know that the God of Light had noticed him, but had not had time to send an oracle. Banchagana's axe could even cut a hole in a mountain. Now, it only hurt Jeice's face. The skull inside was crystal clear without a trace of a crack.
The three kings had no way out now. They all knew that they had touched someone they shouldn't have touched, but if this person ran away, they would be in even more trouble.
The three undead took out their scepters at the same time and stood around Jeice.
"Thank you, Shang Lan, for giving me true power!"
"Thank you, Shang Lan, for giving me the power of lies!"
"Thank you, Shang Lan, for giving me the power of absurdity!"
The three scepters were originally one, controlled by Diabinus. After coming to this world, in order to cover up their whereabouts, the scepters were controlled separately by the three kings. Now the three kings joined forces to attack. The three scepters formed a triangle, with Jeice as the center. Illusory magic patterns flashed between the three scepters.
Sarin and Ainphent retreated at the same time to the staircase. The two looked at each other, horrified. What magic was this? They all felt the aura of elemental destruction.
As an undead, elemental magic was very strange in itself. Moreover, the power of this elemental magic was so terrifying that it was definitely not something that Sarin and Ainphent could resist. Even if they were affected, they would end up very badly.
The sound of bones breaking came from Jeice's body. The sound was dense and long, as if someone was beating his bones inch by inch with a hammer.
Pa, pa …
With two faint sounds, Jeice's eyes popped out of his eye sockets and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out of his body, and his white robe was completely dyed red.
"Dirty undead, blasphemer, in the name of my lord …" Jeice struggled, trying to complete his prayer. But the attack of the three kings this time was magic summoned from their scepters. This kind of magic was not something that mages could use at all. It was a strange magic from tens of thousands of years ago, when humans had not fallen.
A space was formed between the three scepters. In this space, even the protective power of the God of Light was torn apart little by little and turned into nothingness.
Ainphent gritted his teeth. He knew what the white-robed mage was going to do – curse magic.
"Kill him, don't let his soul go!" Ainphent ordered Judy. The Curse Technique almost killed him, and even caused his Demonic Strings to disappear, almost turning him into a cripple. If it weren't for the protection of his parents and the care of his clan, he would already be a sickly person lying in bed. A young genius elemental magus had no choice but to switch to necromancy magic.
Even if Ainphent didn't say anything, the Three Kings wouldn't let Jeice go. If they really let Jeice's soul go to heaven, then what they did would be completely known by the gods.
In this plane, gods were not omnipotent. The three Sovereign Kings still had a sliver of hope in their hearts. If the gods did not give them special blessings, they should not reveal any secrets for the time being.
"All of you … will die!" Jeice said with difficulty. Every time he spat out a word, blood spurted out from the surface of his body. Now his feet were wet and the ground was dyed red with blood.
"Of course." Ainphent stared at the mage as if Jeice was the one who plotted against him.
"Ainphent, calm down." Although elemental magic and necromancy magic were heading in two different directions, they shared one thing in common: a magician's heart should not be blinded by anything. Ainphent obviously remembered what happened in the past. Hatred would make him lose his mind.
"I'm very calm. Every time there's one less such mage in the world, I'll be happier." Ainphent rubbed his face, calming himself down. Most evaluations of mages were positive. After all, what mages did most on a daily basis was healing and saving people. However, on the edge of the intersection between the Vatican and the three empires, there were often mages who crossed the border and did some secret things. For the nobles who had access to these secrets, they never thought that mages were good people.
Even within the Vatican, the Cardinal Council was quite dissatisfied with some of the practices of the Inquisition. However, the three Chief Inquisitors of the Inquisition were too powerful. Most Cardinal Bishops did not want to cause trouble, so the priests of the Inquisition were unscrupulous.
Even more mysterious were the mages of the Divine Messengers. The seven messengers of the Vatican were nominally under the leadership of the pope, but in reality, the messengers led by Faka did not listen to the pope's orders at all. On the contrary, some parishes under the Cardinal Council had to follow the orders of the messengers. This made the power of the Vatican even more scattered.
In the past few centuries, the only thing the Vatican had cooperated on was the assassination of Emperor Chanak. Because Emperor Chanak was too powerful, the higher-ups of the Vatican could not eat and sleep in peace.
A secular emperor could mobilize more than a million troops, and he had a 9th Rank Magic Shooter protecting him in the palace. His secret technique was unique on the continent. Regardless of whether it was a Sword Saint, a Magic Shooter, or a Divine Mage, they would all be restrained by Emperor Chanak's family's secret technique. Such a person had to die.
Therefore, the Vatican pretended to attack Jia Loulan in order to lure Emperor Chanak out. However, they did not expect that Emperor Chanak would not only personally lead the army, but also go directly to the frontline. The Vatican immediately created a perfect trap under the command of the pope. But from then on, not only did the Vatican not unite, but the trend of division became more and more serious.
Jeice's heart was peaceful. He had lost his eyes, the blood in his body was almost drained, and his mind was in a blur. But in the depths of his soul, tens of thousands of divine characters emerged and violently burst out, surrounding his body. These divine characters contained the power of light. Although his body was close to destruction, his soul was still intact.
Even though I have done so many things that I should not have, God still did not abandon me. Jeice's heart was warm. He had listened to Faka's orders and helped the development of black mages in the Chaos Swamp. This was a serious crime.
Sarin felt a chill in his heart when he saw a smile on Jeice's bloody face. These lunatics, at this point, how could they still laugh?
"Truth is the essence of this world." Diabinas waved his scepter and said with a serious expression. His scepter controlled the incorporeal magic patterns and enveloped Jeice's body. The divine characters that erupted from Jeice's body fell one after another. In front of the mysterious magic of human beings, even the divine characters had to return to their essence.
"Lies are the reality of this world." Judikoko also raised his scepter and launched an attack. Jeice's body exploded violently. His flesh and blood were peeled off, leaving almost only a skeleton. It looked no different from a newly formed skeleton soldier. But there was no soul fire in his eyes.
"Absurdity is the smile of this world." Banchagana made the final blow. He waved his scepter and all the magic patterns disappeared. Jeice fell peacefully. His bones were crystal clear. At the last moment, Jeice's soul contracted violently and burned.
Sarin also felt that something was wrong at this time. The magic used by the three kings had nothing to do with necromancy magic. Before the white-robed mage died, his soul did not escape. Instead, it turned into the soul fire of the undead. This soul fire danced in the air without any place to rely on. Under Banchagana's attack, the body of the mage was completely shattered. When the wind blew, the crystal clear bones shattered into powder on the ground.
Sarin's heart became uneasy. The scepter in the hands of the three kings seemed to have some history. If only his teacher was here, he would definitely see something wrong. But his knowledge was mostly about combat, and he knew too little about these ancient equipment. The secrets of the three kings could have been asked, but Sarin was afraid that once he asked, he would violate a certain rule.
If this rule was above his contract, as long as he asked, he would immediately lose control of the three kings.
Perhaps the three kings were waiting for this opportunity now? He and Ainphent were not the only ones who could make traps. The three kings had lived for tens of thousands of years and were deceived by him and Ainphent. They must be extremely angry. Now the three of them quickly recovered their calmness and looked very obedient. This was abnormal.
The magic tower suddenly became noisy. Sarin's perception swept and found the problem. The teleportation array on the first floor was activated. A steady stream of Vatican knights rushed out of the teleportation array, desperately rushing out of the magic tower, and began to attack the undead outside the magic tower.
Sarin pointed to the soul fire floating in the air and said to Ainphent: "Is there a way to hide it so that no one can perceive it?"
Ainphent waved his hand, and the soul fire flew into his mouth and was directly swallowed.
"The soul of a saint …" Ainphent was a little surprised, but he did not care. Any soul fire would be assimilated as long as it was integrated into his undead flame. This was the special attribute of the plant undead. It was a necessary weapon to kill and silence.
Ainphent was also a little uneasy. Blaspheming the soul of a saint was equivalent to spitting on the face of a god. However, gods could not descend to the plane of Myers Continent. It would be fine if he did not go to other planes in the future.
"Banchagana, go down and get rid of those people." Sarin knew that Daniel alone could not withstand it. The fighting power of those pirates was naturally higher than that of the black puppets, but the knights of the Vatican were a regular army. Compared to the knights, the pirates were definitely a motley crew.
The three kings were silent. They jumped out of the window and pounced on the knights and priests of the Vatican. Banchagana returned to his original appearance in midair. He had six arms and a huge tail. With a loud bang, he smashed the ground and hit seven enemies at the same time.
Sarin heaved a sigh of relief. After he left Ceylon City, this battle was the smoothest. With the three kings taking action, unless the opponent was a Magic Shooter, there was nothing to worry about.
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