Chapter 83: Holy Prism is charged

　　The holy light rising into the sky even attracted Kil'jaeden's idea. Seeing Vinucci, the fraudster curled his mouth.
"I really don't want to admit that these weak and poor creatures were once my compatriots." With that, Kil'jaeden nodded towards Vinucci, "Little guy, join the Legion, your innovation can give you a place in the Legion. The great Burning Legion is much stronger than the useless Holy Light."
　　 "Even if I can try to resurrect your poor parents, how about?"
　　 But Vinucci didn't raise his head, but concentrated on placing the largest set of equipment. The scorching light burned all of his body, but it did not hinder his proficiency when installing these equipment.
　　 The disregarded fraudster roared, and a demon summoning circle appeared not far from Vinucci. Four Hellhounds gushed from it, roaring towards Vinucci.
　　 Seeing this, drunk wind hurriedly used the primordial avatar again, rushed forward and stopped the four hellhounds, exactly one avatar corresponds to a hellish dog.
　　 "I can only say that it is Kil'jaeden?"
Hellhounds, which were originally low-level demons, were greatly strengthened by Kil'jaeden’s summons. These demons can not only devour arcane energy, but even the elements of drunken wind and true energy are in a fight, because I was caught off guard and swallowed a lot!
　　 Zuifeng swears that he would never choose a demon as his opponent anymore, especially these hellhounds.
If the doomsday guards and hellfires exude the smell of burning sulfur; then, the abyss devil exudes the stench of decadence; and the most disgusting hellhounds, they have no taste, but they feel drunk In the middle, these big magic dogs love to chew, and the smell they exude is called hunger—this kind of feeling is indescribable, like a starving ghost who will never be full.
　　 These greedy hellhounds treat the deadly attack of Drunk Wind as the best delicacy.
　　 As a result, the elemental clone of Drunk Wind has become a burden instead. Lack of physical attack means, Drunk Wind has become shackled, and can only force these hellhounds back through rage and thunder.
Finally, in constant fights, Drunk Wind discovered that these Hellhounds had extremely weak defenses against magical attacks based on physical attacks—the flames could not hurt them, but the flames ignited by alcohol could destroy them. Severe burns!
　　 discovered this phenomenon, and Zuifeng finally found a way to deal with these hellhounds.
　　 "Drunk and mist!"
　　 "Fire breathing!"
　　 The hellhounds found that their survival and anti-magic methods were completely ineffective when faced with the fire ignited by high concentrations of alcohol. So they started wailing in the flames, but it was still difficult to escape the fate of being burned to death.
　　 "Waste! How can the Burning Legion have this kind of waste-Hellhounds burned to death by flames, you will become a joke of the world and shame the Burning Legion!"
Kil'jaeden roared. Just when he wanted to summon the devil again, Vinucci’s instrument was finally ready. The holy light in the instrument began to recharge, and the holy light on the little guy himself was used for charging. The fire ignited the huge reactor.
　　 The instrument began to be enveloped by the Holy Light.
　　 "No, the energy in the pendant is not enough to support the operation of the instrument!"
　　Vinucci reluctantly discovered that once this huge holy light transmitter was fully operated, the holy light in his pendant was only a drop in the bucket! In a hurry, Vinucci could only install the angry heart in his hand at the energy source in the center of the instrument.
　　 The holy light began to flow smoothly in the instrument, and Vinucci looked at all of this drunkenly, showing a relieved smile.
　　 "Feel the power of the Holy Light!"
　　 Inside the crystal at the top of the instrument, the huge gathering of holy light drawn from the Heart of Wrath was completed. With Vinucci's roar, a substantial holy light beam was formed, which shot directly at Kil'jaeden's shadow shield.
　　 Kil'jaeden, the shield that could bounce Lothar's full blow, melted like butter cut by a reddish knife. The holy light from the Atama Crystal not only shattered Kil'jaeden’s shadow shield, but also severely cut off a fiery red beard like the tentacle of his jaw!
　　 "Enough you bastard!"
Kil'jaeden has conquered countless worlds, but he has never suffered such humiliation. He never thought that a child who was still sucked could hurt his body. Although the child was helped by the power of the Atama crystal, the injury was Injured. Kil'jaeden at this moment is eager for revenge, the cruelest revenge.
"Wanderer! Your soul will be tortured forever!" At this time, Kil'jaeden had already crawled out of the summoning circle with half of his body. He stretched out his left hand and pointed his index finger at Vinucci, one full of aging. A ray of pain came from Kil'jaeden’s index finger and pointed towards Vinucci.
　　 At this time, the little guy was still silent in the joy of his invention, and didn't realize the danger. Although Zuifeng and Onyxia discovered the rays, they wanted to block it, but it was too late.
　　 just at this critical moment~EbookFREE.me~ with a roar.
　　 "Help!"
　　 Lothar rushed to the scene.
He held his saber in his right hand, and in his left hand raised a huge, red-hot stone. It was the corpse of a slain Abyssal Demon. This stone absorbed the power of the curse, and then fell apart in an instant. The fly ash.
　　 His own attacks failed one after another, causing Kil'jaeden to fall into a rare rage.
　　 "Very good, mortal. I just wanted to surprise my old friend, but I didn't expect to meet funny ants like you-since you are willing to fight, then I will let you know what the power of the Burning Legion is!"
　　 Following Kil'jaeden's words, pure shadows and fel energy fell from the sky, intertwined into a dense net of negative energy, covering Drunk Wind, Onyxia Luosha and Vinucci.
　　 When he was under the big net, Vinucci adjusted all the instruments to their maximum power.
　　 At this time, the broken one didn't have a whole piece of intact skin. His shriveled body was burned by the Holy Light, but he couldn't shed even a drop of blood. Especially on his chest, Bai Sensen's ribs can already be seen!
　　 The huge, unbearable pain made the little guy blurry.
　　 But in this endless pain, Vinucci smiled brilliantly.
　　 "I succeeded, the Holy Light did not abandon me! Grandpa Weilun, have you seen it? The Holy Light is not dead, nor will it die!"
Exhausting his last effort, Vinucci tore the net of negative energy to pieces, and then threw himself on the instrument he had worked so hard on, and fell into the shining light~EbookFREE.me~ Welcome to the book Friends come to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~EbookFREE.me~ mobile users, please go to read.