Chapter 1970

"It seems that the prophet will not come to this battlefield for the time being. Don't worry about the interference of the power of the holy word... If he can come, he should have appeared early."

Under the bombardment of lightning and thunder blast, rod's huge body also suffered a lot of damage. Fortunately, chain lightning was attracted by enota's high iron sword. He only needed to sense the movement of magic elements and avoid the bombardment of thunder bomb.

Looking at the angel in chaos, rod sighed that if the saint was here, the next battle would be a lot of trouble.

"Is he really not coming? I also want to feel the power of the holy word and see if it is as powerful as you say Enota blinked and said.

"That's not a good power. Don't try it easily." Rod shook his head. "In any case, we don't have to be afraid even if the orator appears. Remember what I taught you? "

Enota recalled a little, put the sword down, put his hands on both sides of his cheek, squeezed hard and said vaguely: "you mean... Like this?"

"Not so." Rod reluctantly stroked his forehead, then reached out to correct enota's action, moved her hand to her ear and pressed it hard. "The word of God is a force that works through words. As long as you are prepared in advance, block your ear and don't listen to what he said, the word of God will not work for you."

After listening to rod's explanation, enota nodded hard. Looking at rod's focus on correcting her actions, enota's eyes also showed a trace of cunning.

A chain lightning fell from the air and hit rod's body accurately. Rod was convulsed. Even Elijah's body could not bear the high damage caused by magic.

Seeing this, enota quickly raised the iron sword in his hand to attract the lightning in the sky. At the same time, he gave Rodney a worried look.

"It's battlefield magic..." after recovering from the convulsion, rod could not help sighing.

If you change to a legendary mage and release the thunder bombs and chain lightning that cover the whole battlefield one after another, it will be enough to drain all the mana in their bodies. It can't last so long. However, the battlefield magic can do this, even without the guidance of the mage.

Eli in the sky looks calm and feels the terrible damage brought by magic, but he doesn't consume much mana in his body.

The angel and the ocean undead, who were originally fighting fiercely, were separated by the magic of the battlefield. They had no time to care about their opponents. They could save their lives under the terrible magic, which became the biggest extravagance.

At this moment, the great whale of the dead, who came to the battlefield, became the main target of the magic bombardment. The remaining necromancers did not dare to stay in the magic of the battlefield. Instead, they hid between the bones of the great whale of the dead, eager to seek shelter.

"What are you doing? Don't you see that the ghost energy of the undead whale has been greatly weakened by the spell? Or do you want to die here together? Don't release the energy of death and repair the injury for it

The magician alama, who has been hiding in the gap between the bones of the necromancer whale, yells at the nearby necromancer.

"Lord alama, why are you taking refuge here?" As she squeezed through the sea dead, Vera looked at the magician and asked in surprise.

"What's so strange about that? Shall I send my bloody angel to Lei Pi? " Alma glanced at Vera impatiently. "Besides, under the shadow of this terrible spell, the angels ran away. I can't continue to strengthen its ability, let alone collect its combat data."

Looking at the blackened and enchanted angel, Vera didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she released the energy of death to repair the damage on the whale.

The quality of the death energy released by a single necromancer is low, so it can't bring effective influence to the undead whale. However, many necromancers gather together and cooperate with the sea necromancers, which are tight in this area, so they can barely survive the bombardment of lightning and thunder.

"My God, what's that?"

At this time, the cry of the nearby necromancer came to veral. He raised his head and saw a huge falling rock whistling down on the back of the necromancer whale.

"Damn, who dares to attack my baby?" On the back of the undead whale, Kegel roars. The damage to the undead whale makes him feel unbearable. He looks at the direction of the falling rock, and his face changes.

The orderly cavalry team has assembled outside the city far away from the spell bombardment. Those falling rocks that hit the undead whale were the attacks launched by the catapults in the team.

Nearby priests came forward one after another to rescue the injured angels, and cast the long-range magic to disperse the death energy, further weakening the power of the undead whale, in an attempt to make the undead creature, which was hard to support under the bombardment of magic, completely die out under the power of magic.

With the news of the attack on Whiterock, support from Erathia soon arrived here. Angels are not the only ones in the holy kingdom.

"They are the largest knights in the neighborhood. It seems that the human lords nearby have got the news at this time." Looking at the Cavaliers who came to support, the six winged angel of golden crown and golden armour said slowly.

"Someone has entered the treasure house in the cloud. You lead the angel guard into the treasure house to track the enemy. I'll stay here to prevent them from causing more damage. " The dark haired Angel nodded and quickly analyzed.

Without waiting for them to act separately, a new anomaly soon appeared on the battlefield below.

"Lord agran, that's..." looking at the chaotic knights in the distance, Vera showed surprise.

Blood angel, I don't know when cross domain space, appeared in the formation of the knight's order, it issued a terrible scream at the same time, gushing blood from the body, instantly will be close to the side of the knight, into a blood man.

"That's my creation, a bloody angel with filthy blood as its support and angelic body as its source of strength."

Looking at the changes in the body of each Erathian under the infection of blood, alama gave a joyful laugh: "I finally succeeded. It's my most perfect magic creation. Everything I ever made can't match it. It has both beauty and power. If you let the magicians in the underground world see it, I'm afraid all of them will be crazy about it! "

With that, Alma looked up at the sky: "however, the score of magic creation is also related to practicality. A bloody Angel alone can't explain anything. The number of these angels is far from enough. I need more angels... "