Chapter 272: Holy Lord (3)

Morin chuckled lightly, with a light smile on his face.
His voice was not loud, very light, but it shocked many knights and nobles.
Morin?
Moline Olsen?
Who is he?
Several nobles looked at Moline carefully. They thought Moline was very familiar. Suddenly, they shouted and said, "It's him, a guest invited by Feline in the Scoville family."
"I remembered that Alka of the Lehmanov family had passed, and got him a position as a library caretaker."
The knights and nobles screamed, and their gaze changed to Morin.
Who would have thought that the young man who looked so inconspicuous was so strong that he had seriously wounded the saint?
"No matter who you are, after you hurt the saint, you have to pay the price."
Gray stared at Morin, and he slowly pulled out the cross sword around his waist.
The other knights grieved in their hearts, they didn't speak, but the momentum on their bodies gradually gathered, and their expression became solemn.
"Ah! Damn it!"
Countless gravel splatters exploded, and a figure burst out of the smoke.
"Call, call ~"
The Saint flashed into the air. He gasped, not speaking, but stared at Morin.
"You annoyed me, really, you annoyed me!"
The saint gritted his teeth and said coldly.
A cold smile appeared on his face, saying: "I didn't want to expose it directly like this, but it doesn't matter, anyway, I'm only the last step, and it's no big deal to directly expose."
Roar!
The saint suddenly made a weird roar.
His body swelled instantly, his skin changed, and he became purple-black. On his purple-black skin, there appeared a silver pattern, and those silver patterns kept swimming, mysterious.
At this time, the saint has completely changed into another look, his face is vicious and fierce, his eyes are deeply sunken, and there are two huge drum kits on his back. Wings and wings stretched out slowly from his back.
"Hey ... haha ​​..." The saint's body is strong, the muscles of his chest are obvious, and the muscles of the whole body are strong and strong. He made a series of sharp laughs.
Suddenly his body moved, and in a trance, he caught a knight noble under his hand. In the horrified gaze of the knight noble, the saint opened his mouth wide and slammed it toward the neck of the knight noble. Bite it.
Boom!
"what!"
The screaming came over, and the knight and noble shuddered, and soon he was absorbed into a corpse.
The saint still kept the corpse on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Morin and the stunned nobles, his face showing a cold look.
"Ji Jie, you are all here, very good, very good."
There was blood on the corner of the saint's mouth, and he laughed strangely, with a sharp and harsh laugh.
"I'm about to become a pure blood among the royal family, just to kill you, absorb your flesh and soul, as a gift of my change." The saint said, smiling constantly, he had a corner of his mouth The blood kept flowing out, and it looked extremely unbearable.
"This……"
"How could this be……"
Many of the knights and nobles below were shocked when they saw this scene. The expression on their faces was dumb, but they couldn't say a complete word.
"Is the saint in front of me still a saint ..." Gray thought flashed in his mind. He looked at the weird saint in front of him, thinking of the exploding bronze medals, and his face became somber.
Foran looked at Gray, and they looked at each other, and they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.
They didn't speak, just clenched the cross swords around their waists.
A light blue shimmer flashed in Morin's eyes, which was the chip scanning and analyzing the saints.
"Is it through a mysterious conversion to make yourself a royal family in the world of purgatory ..."
Morin mumbled to himself, and when he saw the conclusion of the chip, he already knew what was going on in the saint.
Moreover, the creatures transformed by the Saints are not simple, they are Asmon Rai, the royal family of Purgatory.
Similar to Aked.
"Morin, right, you exposed me in advance and hurt me badly. Now, you should pay the price!" The saint sneered.
Tears.
The saint's body moved, and instantly appeared beside Mo Lin. The sharp huge claws flickered, tearing the air in an instant, and grabbed him fiercely towards Mo Lin.
Mo Lin's palm moved in front of him, and he immediately blocked the attack of the saint.
His palms were full of cold and terrifying breath. On Molin's palms, one after another, purple and black scales slowly grew out.
"Yes, the power is okay." Morin felt the tremendous power from his palm, raised his eyebrows, and felt a little surprised.
He is an ancient wizard, and he melted the bloodline of the phantom of the void and the scarlet giant snake of Pankola to form the unique bloodline of the giant Sorras snake, whether in the body's mental power or the energy of the wizard in the body, in the second-level wizard. In the ranks, they are all too strong to add.
Unexpectedly, the sage who became a pure-blood of Asmundle felt trembling, and Mo Lin was surprised.
"But that's it." Morin's mouth twitched.
The air in front of him became blurred, a large, translucent energy spike twitched, rushed out, and wrapped the saint in it.
boom! boom! ! boom! ! !
A series of explosions were heard successively, the saint screamed, his body was thrown heavily, and large purple and black blood was thrown in the air.
"Damn you, Morin ..." The saint rushed out, his face fierce, scolding nonstop.
Morin looked indifferent, but just looked at the Saint quietly.
Uh, uh, uh!
There was a tearing sound in the air.
"what!"
The saint screamed.
Phantom-like pale paws emerged from the void, circling back and forth, tearing the saint's body constantly.
The saint kept screaming. On his body, a burst of blood burst out, forming a thick cloud of blood mist in the air.
Pale hands.
This is the witchcraft that Moline once used. After Moline became a second-level wizard, he used this witchcraft again. Compared with before, the power has long been different.
The saint sat on his knees on the ground. He kept panting and breathing, large pieces of flesh fell off, and his body was full of deep scars.
"You ... Moline? Olsen, you ..." The saint stared at Moline, a flash of fear and daze flashed in his eyes, but soon, a grin appeared on his face.
"Very good, Moline Olsen, you are fine."
"Actually, I didn't want to use the power of Asmundi so quickly. After all, the pupa of power has not been transformed. If I use it now, it will leave some hidden dangers for me later."
The holy man's voice is very hoarse, as if there is sulfur and flame flowing in it, saying: "Now, let me kill you first!"
Roar! !
A dark red shimmer suddenly appeared on the saint, and the dark red shimmer reversed, forming a dark red cocoon, which completely wrapped the saint in it.
Soon, the dark red light cocoon disappeared, and the saint stood up again.
Compared with before, the saint's body is taller, as if a shadow has fallen down, his face is gritty and evil, and even two sharp horns are born on his forehead.
With a hula, there was wind all around.
The saint fluttered his wings and slowly flew into the air.
There was a scream in his mouth, his body sprinted, and he suddenly became blurred, flashing in the direction of Mo Lin.
Moline frowned slightly.
His body moved, flashing aside.
Tear!
Buzz!
There was a deep and huge roar in the air. In the place where Mo Lin had stood before, the air was blurred and twisted, and it was strongly squeezed, and a huge deformation was instantly generated.
"It ran very fast." The saint appeared on the spot, he looked at Morin and grinned, showing his sharp fangs.
"A bit interesting ..."
Morin frowned.
But soon, he frowned slowly, saying, "However, that's it."
A faint silver rune appeared in his eyes, and an illusory phantom of a black and black giant snake appeared behind him, looking coldly at the saint.
"what is this……"
The Saint was startled, and at this moment, he suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" The saint sneered.
His body moved as if he rushed to Moline again, but Moline's face remained unchanged, and he just looked at him quietly.
The saint suddenly realized that he couldn't move. On him, some time, a light seal appeared, like a crystal, which sealed half of his body.
"Damn it!" The saint's face suddenly changed dramatically ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Talented witchcraft, mirror pupil!
Morin didn't speak, only the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, showing a cold smile.
The phantom of the purple-black giant snake behind him became huge, and Moline kept getting smaller, slowly, almost instantly, Moline merged into the body of the purple-black Solras giant snake.
Kalsas Spiral Strike!
This is the most powerful attack method that Mo Lin has been able to exert after launching the serpentine phase.
The purple-black giant snake screamed and swooped towards the saint instantly. Its strange pattern spread on it, driving the dark energy particles around it to continually vibrate. .
The holy man shouted loudly, and he finally broke free from the mirror pupils with his body burst, but by this time, the Serras had come to him.
boom!
This piece of space was completely boiled, the torrent of energy was constantly scrolling through, and everything was obscure and could not be seen at all. I could only vaguely see two terrible figures fighting at a constant price.
Finally, as if a long time had passed, everything was quiet again.
call out!
Ding! !
The cross sword was broken, and the crisp sound of the sword came through. The saint's neck was pierced and instantly nailed to the wall.
"Uh ..." The saint's body was ragged, with wounds all over his body. He raised his eyes, looked at Morin, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.
With a pop, Morin stepped forward and slowly pulled out the cross sword. He looked at the dead body of the saint and laughed.
"ended."
Moline turned his head and looked at the stunned knights and nobles, smiling, and said softly.
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