Chapter 1968: Excalibur confrontation

The border of Elasia.
Several people in different dresses were walking along the gravel path unique to Eracia. Suddenly, they felt a powerful breath approaching, and they stopped in unison.
"Who is there? Don't show up yet!" One of the elven swordsmen stepped forward and stopped a few nearby people behind him, questioning the sky with vigilant eyes.
As if in response to his words, a golden light shone in the sky, and the dense clouds were also dispersed by this light, revealing a beautiful Seraphim among the clouds.
"Legendary apex...Who are you?" The elf raised his sword and pointed at the Seraphim in the cloud. Feeling the invisible terror pressure, the blade in the Elf's hand trembled faintly, even a little unstable, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.
"My name is amazing."
The angel glanced at him lightly, and only now did the elf notice that there was a soul-like creature beside the Seraphim.
"In front of the majesty of God, sneaky people have nowhere to hide, and all evil has nowhere to hide."
With the chanting of the seraph, golden light shed from the sky, and the dazzling light caused the elf's eyes to swell and he had to close his eyes.
After a while, until the light dissipated, he opened his eyes, but unexpectedly noticed that there was an extra figure of a white-clothed man beside him.
Not only him, but the vampire who followed in the team also saw the man at this moment.
"Is that what you really look like? The old lich who has lost his body, Erich..." Looking at the man in white, the vampire Tamick narrowed his eyes and murmured.
"He's here to find me." Erich said slowly, looking at the Seraphim above the sky.
"He's here to find..." In front of the white-clothed man, the nervous Necromancer Noth wanted to repeat his words, but his voice was interrupted.
"Noth, no need to repeat it. At this moment, they can see me." Erich glanced across the audience, and finally stopped on the Seraphim in the sky.
"Dear Archangel Michael, the last time I saw you was hundreds of years ago." He said respectfully.
"Sinner." Erich's respect was exchanged for the glaring of the archangel, "Betrayed the evil heresy of God, how dare you return to the Holy Kingdom?"
"I have never turned my back on God. It is you who really turned my back on God. You are doing unrighteous things in the name of God. As early as five hundred years ago, I have seen all of this." The white-clothed man shook his head. Loudly said.
"Justice and unrighteousness are not distinguishable by ordinary human beings. Only God's guidance can explain all this." Seraphim replied.
"Discriminate and eliminate alien races other than humans, even their children, is this also God's guidance?" Erich asked.
"The righteousness in your mouth is nothing but the nature of human beings. It is a kind of sin karma, but you think it is righteous. Just like those heretics, you are just trying to use your own ideas to tamper with the teachings of God!" The Seraphim replied, "God said that no blasphemer should be allowed to live! You haven't even figured out the doctrine, so how dare you argue with me?"
"God is merciful. Those words cannot come from God's mouth. You tampered with all of this!" For the first time, the man in white showed emotions and an angry look.
The Seraphim shook his head, showing compassion in his eyes.
Beside the angel, the white Holy Spirit took the initiative to say: "Erich, the Holy Kingdom is not where you go wild, go back to the cursed land of the east, where is your home."
There is a kind of magic in his words, that is a command that cannot be denied. As his voice spreads, whether it is an elf swordsman or a vampire on the side, at this moment, he is in a trance and subconsciously retreats. .
"The power of the word? It's a pity that the power of the word can't be effective for those who also have the word." Erich shook his head, "you all wake up, no longer need to be controlled by words."
As Erich's words spread, several nearby people immediately regained consciousness, and looked at the Holy Spirit in the sky with horrified expressions. Under the order of the power of the word, they completely lost control of their bodies. If Erich hadn't come forward in time, they would not be able to get rid of this power.
"That's..." Looking at the Holy Spirit in the sky, the Elf Swordsman showed a puzzled look. The face of the Holy Spirit was very much like someone in his memory.
"Unexpectedly, after so many years, even the stigmata have fallen, and you can still retain this power." Seeing that the Holy Word was lifted, the Seraphim's expression changed slightly. After the power of the Holy Word failed, he wanted to deal with this. Being an ancient heresy is not easy.
"I will arrive in the holy city of Standwick and finish what I have failed. No one can stop me." Erich said with a firm expression.
A strong aura radiated from the archangel’s body, as if a gilt-plated sword appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the white-clothed man below: "Look at the current Elasia, you have caused the Holy See The decline of God, you let the glory of God completely fade away on this land. Is this the result you want?"
"I understand everything you say. This is not my intention. I will make up for it and save it." Erich said loudly.
"You won't, you don't even want to sincerely confess to God, how can you make people believe you?"
The golden light of the sword blade in the archangel's hand flashed, and the air was suddenly filled with pious prayers. The golden light blessed him, making him more powerful, and he was ready to fight.
Erich sighed deeply, he shook it in the air, and the emerald blade in the hand of the elf swordsman immediately dropped out, and fell into the right hand of the necromancer Noth.
"What..." North looked at him for a moment. At this moment, his right hand seemed to have lost control, acting exactly like the man in white in the distance.
"This Wind Chasing Blade, although not comparable to the Angel Alliance of the Excalibur in your hand, is also full of heroic will."
The strong aura, rising from the emerald blade in North’s hand, the elven swordsman on the side was taken aback, compared to the aura exuded in the Wind Chaser when he was in his hand, even the space could not be faintly tolerated. The powerful force gathered on the Blade of Wind Chaser.
The wizard swordsman had many questions in his mind. Why could that ancient lich be able to get acquainted with the archangel guarding Elasia, and why could he completely control the Blade of Wind Chaser and exert the original power of the Divine Sword?
Before the elf swordsman could ask questions, the golden sword light that was enough to separate the sky and tear the earth cut off towards the seraph in the sky, and the seraphs were also unwilling to show weakness and waved the divine sword to greet them.