Reynolds's figure was shrouded in the middle of this flower made of holy flames, while the zombies that surrounded him were only brushed by the holy flames, and were instantly vaporized, turning into wisps of green smoke.
"A seventh-level divine spell?"
The Lich looked at the scene in front of him and felt the holy aura emanating from Reynolds's body, and mumbled in confusion.
Unlike the brainless undead creatures, every Lich was a knowledgeable person, a proper intellectual, and the one in front of him was no exception. He knew the mainstream divine spells in the market like the back of his hand, even more than some clerics.
But the priest in front of him was completely incomprehensible.
Although this was a seventh-level divine spell that he had never seen before, why was it so easy to cast?
More importantly, why didn't I sense any energy fluctuations from this kid before? I mistook him for an ordinary priest …
He could cast a seventh-level divine spell, so he should be a red-robed bishop. Which church suddenly cultivated such a young red-robed bishop? And learned a new divine spell?
The Lich's mind was filled with questions, but his hands were not idle. He quickly made hand signs and began to chant, preparing to use a seventh-level divine spell to deal with it.
But at this moment, Reynolds suddenly whispered:
"Let me end your pain …"
Then, he snapped his fingers and detonated the funeral flower.
The pure white flower exploded in an instant, scattering into pieces of petals the size of fingernails, floating in all directions and passing by the zombies, granting them relief.
The whole square was cleared in the blink of an eye, and the petals continued to float, spreading to every corner of the town.
Only the Lich was still standing …
Reynolds frowned with some dissatisfaction.
He's still standing? The power is much lower than I thought.
The higher the level of the holy flame, the more difficult it is to use it …
Ever since he mastered this seventh-level divine spell, he had not found a good opportunity to test it.
Because the range was too large, once the petals exploded, it would instantly sweep across the whole town, and the range was even wider than the Heavenly Punishment Sacred Sword. It could easily harm innocent people.
At the same time, it was very troublesome to cast, and it could only be cast with him as the center. It was rare to encounter a situation where he needed to use this divine spell, so it was considered a standard dragon-slaying technique.
But the current situation was special, and the whole town was turned into zombies, so he had a chance to try it.
Reynolds was originally looking forward to its power, but now it seemed that this was it? It couldn't even kill the Lich?
How disappointing. If I knew this would happen, I would have used the Hammer of Sanctions. That Lich last time was killed by the Hammer of Sanctions.
Although Reynolds had some complaints about this divine spell, the Lich's opinion was different.
His legs were trembling …
How is this possible?
It was only a seventh-level divine spell, how could it be so powerful?!
Although he seemed to be fine for the time being, the three rings on his hand had all been destroyed, turning into a pile of debris that slid down his fingers.
Each of these rings was reinforced with a powerful magical barrier, which he had spent a lot of time and effort to create. In theory, it could withstand a full blow from a seventh-level powerhouse, and it was his solid shield.
Although the Lich's movements were slower, and his body was weaker, he paid special attention to his own defense, and with the protection of the undead army around him, he could protect himself even if he encountered an archbishop-level powerhouse.
But it was only three petals that broke the barrier he was so proud of.
It was cast quickly, had a wide range, and was powerful. The Lich almost thought that he was attacked by an eighth-level or ninth-level divine spell.
Not only did the three petals shatter his barrier, but they also burned away the disguise of his fat head and big ears, revealing the skeletal body underneath. It looked smooth, except for the green flames in its eye sockets and the gorgeous necklace on its neck, it looked no different from an ordinary skeleton.
He was even secretly glad that he had only come as a soul, and did not bring the undead army with him. Otherwise, the army he had painstakingly accumulated and cultivated would all be buried here.
"Who are you? No … What are you? "
The flames in the Lich's eye sockets danced wildly, as if trying to see through Reynolds's disguise and reveal his true identity.
He suspected that this guy was one of the legendary saints.
He might even be an angel disguised as a mortal …
"I'm just a priest passing by."
Reynolds answered.
Priest? Do you know how old I am? Do you think I'll believe your lies?
The Lich cursed in his mind, and he began to chant again.
He did not choose to run because he was not in a hurry. With his phylactery as a life-saving measure, he was not worried about his survival. He wanted to try again.
Since the opponent had cast such a powerful divine spell, he must have used up a lot of energy, and he might have a chance.
Even if he didn't have the chance, he could test out more of his opponent's strength and understand more of his trump cards. If he met him again, he could use the undead army under his command to formulate some targeted tactics and find an opportunity to make a comeback.
This was a common tactic used by the Lich.
But just as the Lich began to chant, he saw Reynolds taking out a small wooden hammer from his arms, and said with righteous indignation, "Lich, you've killed so many people.
You've caused the deaths of a whole town, and you're not kneeling down to be executed, and you're still resisting? "
No … Weren't these people burned to death by the holy flames?
I'm not resisting, and you want me to commit suicide?
You're a member of the clergy, can't you be a little more reasonable?
As the Lich was busy chanting, he could only curse in his mind.
And Reynolds continued to speak.
"A person as filthy as you, who is also sinister and vicious …"
"Die for me!"
After saying that, he threw the wooden hammer at the Lich from afar.
The Lich looked at the wooden hammer flying towards him, and before he could react, the necklace on his neck suddenly lit up.
In the next second, the flames in his eye sockets disappeared, and his body scattered into a pile of broken bones.
A moment later, in the Kingdom of the Dead in Duat, a skeleton suddenly sat up from a coffin.
The Lich, who suddenly changed into a new body, looked around and realized what was going on.
"This … The phylactery's self-protection mechanism took effect? It transferred my soul away? "
"This means that the wooden hammer is very dangerous, and it might destroy my soul directly?"
"There's such a terrifying thing in this world?"
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