Chapter 2239

With the departure of a large number of Legion members, the battlefield fell into a deep silence.

The atmosphere of death began to spread in the hearts of these mages. They didn't want to believe that the great mage Empire bracada failed in the battle with the dead mage.

If the magic Guild Headquarters had been attacked before, it could be explained by the other party's sneak attack. The mage had not been prepared in advance. At this moment, when the mage had sent the top power of the magic guild, the battle was still lost, which could not be explained in any case. Even in the enemy's camp, there was a figure suspected of the mage's God.

"President..." the prophet Olak felt the low morale. At this moment, she was unable to change all this. She could only put her hope on Eli. She hoped that the benchmark in the eyes of the mage and the current president of the magic guild would find a way to boost her morale.

Eli didn't mean that. He stared at the ground where Gwen had stood, his eyes slightly distracted.

From the previous battle, Eli felt the man's use of the magic field. It is a skill far beyond itself. Even in the magic field of the same degree, when used by that person, it can use 30% of its power to achieve 10% of its effect.

Eli had a hunch that the man didn't try his best in the confrontation in the magic field. Otherwise, Eli couldn't stand in the river intact.

"The master's God... It's impossible!"

It seemed that she had thought of something. Eli quickly shook her head and snuffed out the idea at the bottom of her heart.

Although the battle was lost for a while, Eli felt all kinds of exquisite skills in the magic field from the man. For a time, she felt it. It only took a period of time to understand it, so she could improve her magic field and even have the opportunity to touch the true meaning of the field in the population.

On the other side of the battlefield, the saint Angel opened his golden wings and came to the burned saint's body.

Although the divine protection was completely broken by the ultimate lightning, its power still remained on the body of the saints. Under the protection of the divine protection, the dead saints did not turn into dead creatures, but maintained the form of charred corpses.

Rod ignored this point. With the death of the saints, rod's attention had long been attracted by the hammer of divine judgment and did not pay attention to the fallen saints' bodies.

"What a mess, Saint Bolag."

Looking at the charred corpse under his feet, he could no longer see the holy appearance of the saints, the angel whispered.

"Dear archangel, elathia has a long friendship with blakada. In the process of fighting against the necromancer, I believe all the mages see blakada's help. Blakada will remember this kindness. Please allow me to pay my highest tribute to you."

At the end of the battle, ashquel, who was late, arranged for the mage to count the battlefield, while he found the holy cutting angel and took the initiative to say.

After seeing the power of the holy angels and saints, the mages' attitude towards them has changed greatly. This power that can completely kill the dead creatures is what bracada urgently needs.

"There's no need to pay respect. The end is coming. The kind scar is willing to give up all the bad things in the past and protect you humans. You should be glad." facing the master's kindness, the holy angel said with a straight face, and she couldn't see her joy and anger at all.

Escher stared at her with deep eyes: "In order to help us mages, the heroic saints were mutilated by the evil necromancer. His sacrifice was so noble. I remember that before he became a saint, Borg was a man of the moment in South elasia. I would like to use the privilege of being the president of the magic guild to display the five-level magic 'reincarnation' that should not exist in the world to awaken this warrior."

"Reincarnation and rebirth? I don't think so. Even if you really want to display it, it won't be your mage." the holy cutting angel said faintly and raised the sharp blade in his hand. "He died in the hands of the necromancer. Even the holy weapon was lost by him. Losers like him are not qualified to continue to enjoy the status of a saint."

The golden light ignited from the blade of the saint's angel, and then stabbed into the saint's charred body. The pure white flame ignited Bolag's body in an instant.

The whole face of the angel was exposed in the light of the fire, which made her look very holy. Her face was calm, her eyes showed compassion, and there was a sense of solemnity.

"In the name of God, I will ordain you."

Under the incredible gaze of Escher, the saint's body was quickly incinerated by the pale flame, and even the reincarnation could not revive him.

Looking at the holy angel in front of him, Escher swallowed her mouth silently and couldn't speak for a moment. He couldn't think that the holy angel deprived his companion of the opportunity of reincarnation and rebirth. In his opinion, the angel would revive his companion anyway.

"I remember Saint Bolag, who has a large territory in South elasia, and is also the main force to fight against the necromancer on the vilnin border. Why..." looking at the ashes of the saint's body, Asher sighed deeply. He really couldn't imagine why the angel did that.

The holy angel did not say much. She quickly came to Eli: "the threat of the necromancer has not been lifted. Do you intend to give up? Quickly summon the mage and prepare for the battle."

However, Eli didn't mean that. He just sighed: "the magic guild can't accept greater losses. Fighting the end is our primary problem."

"You mages, are you going to watch the dead mage leave?" the angel showed an angry color and scolded loudly. The nearby mages also lost their previous spirit in this battle, and lowered their heads one after another and dared not answer the angel's words.

"Well, it turns out that the mages in bracada are a group of cowards." the angel looked around coldly, his eyes showed deep disappointment, and he was about to spread his wings and leave.

"Mr. President, I heard that the magic school was being besieged by dragons. I have a plan to leave a painful lesson to those necromancers before they escaped from bracada." at this time, the prophet Olak seemed to think of something and took the initiative to say.

Listening to the prophet's story, the holy angel was also attracted by the content of the words. For a moment, her action stopped. When she heard all the content, she soon showed a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good, that's it."