The number of hero-level survivors on the field: 0.
The number of exemplar-level survivors on the field: 2.
Plus 9 legendary strongn from the dark side, totaling 11 people.
This is the number of survivors within the city.
The priests from nearby churches were dumbfounded.
Earlier, when a number of priests were looking at Louis, anger was rising on their faces.
But now they were sincerely relieved.
Relieved that their own legendary had just averted the potential outbreak of conflict.
And relieved that their moral standards were decent enough not to imdiately start cursing.
The grueso incidents below have already indicated that facing this Prince of the Empire wouldn’t be much better than those dark side believers.
At this mont, it felt as if they heard the footsteps of the Death God.
anwhile, Louis was no longer paying attention to their thoughts.
He felt every cell in his body was cheering with joy.
Just as Beatrice said, the Sin Dragon Armant seed to rge with his body, greedily absorbing the negative energy constantly diffusing around.
After being filtered by the Sin Dragon Armant, it finally turned into a vast energy that felt as if it would ignite his veins.
The stinging sensation was spreading.
But he knew this wasn’t an injury.
This was... growth.
The aura on his body kept rising.
In a very short ti, he felt himself touch the barrier of advancent.
Within a few breaths, the barrier was effortlessly pierced like it had no resistance.
Louis, advanced to LV12.
At this ti, Louis heard a voice.
"Adjust your breathing, follow my rhythm, let guide your energy flow."
Louis was taken aback for a mont.
He looked at the ghostly figure beside him.
The familiar voice made him instantly understand who it was:
"Master rlin?"
He said softly.
"Yes, it’s , this is a good opportunity, a chance to harness negative energy without harming your own body, which doesn’t co easily."
"Feel the flow of this power carefully, focus your attention."
Louis said nothing.
He silently felt the flow of energy in his body, and his greedy curiosity instantly recorded the route of power circulation.
The purified energy constantly pouring into his body continued to climb continuously.
Another few breaths.
He felt he had already traversed more than half the journey to LV12.
He gently exhaled a breath.
He almost howled to the sky.
The feeling of power rising was truly... profound!
His gaze once again fell on the few legendary figures below.
"I wonder if it’ll work..."
The Sin Dragon Armant·Release Form spread open.
The black dragon wings seed to grow significantly larger at that mont.
Suspended in the air, he was surrounded by a swift wind, and a spiritual energy almost solidified covered his body.
"Beatrice, Qian, let go down and take care of them first."
With a lift of his hand, a spiritual ability that twisted other people’s wills covered downward.
A few legends moved instantly, dodging the spiritual ability magic.
But the 2 feeble exemplar-level believers weren’t so lucky.
The release speed of spiritual ability magic wasn’t affected by gravity.
They imdiately rolled their eyes back, and in the next mont, the spiritual energy rushing into their bodies burst their heads like cracking a waterlon.
Beatrice looked down, then said after a mont:
"I’ll help you."
A set of armor that Louis had never seen before instantly covered her body.
It was armor enhanced with the magic of equipnt change.
Beatrice, holding a knight’s spear, said with a smirk:
"The hurricane of the king shall return to the earth, descend, caro’s storm."
Suddenly, twisted gusts appeared in the field, and the terrifying wind power turned the surrounding land upside down.
This kind of frightening wind power is not a phenonon that could be produced in nature.
Louis noticed Beatrice’s eyes constantly flickering with ice-blue light.
As an Arcane Knight, Beatrice could use magic.
But obviously, in terms of pure magic, she couldn’t compete with a mage of the sa level.
This was an inherent weakness of the profession.
But he could clearly feel an abnormal power continuously flowing from her magic eye into the armor on her body.
After conversion, that power then flowed into the high-level magical weapon in her knight’s spear, amplifying part of it further.
In the end, a group of legends, with nowhere to hide, could only be enveloped by the surrounding twisted gusts.
"A specially customized outfit for you!"
Louis sighed.
He didn’t have such a set.
Or rather, due to his greedy curiosity, the range of things he could master was simply too vast.
Blacksmiths found it hard to customize weapons and armor tailored to his strength features.
The Sin Dragon Armant in hand, he rarely relies on external weapons anymore.
But for soone like Beatrice with an extra-obvious combat style, a specialized outfit could greatly amplify her strengths.
Plus the dual word-spirit constraint set up by Qian, for a while, it truly made it difficult for those legendary strongn to act.
At this ti, the unseen Grip of Greed silently grasped the few legendary figures.
Louis felt his physical stamina draining rapidly.
Obviously, the legendary figures, realizing the severity of the situation, began to struggle madly.
But how could Louis let them have their way?
With husband and wife fighting together, they had to achieve sufficient victory results.
The black Hero’s Sword landed in his hand.
The surging demonic qi instantly made the Sin Dragon Armant’s aura beco even more fierce.
Stone Dragon Stream Level 9 Martial Art·Dragon Severing Strike.
The ground on the field suddenly flipped over like a dragon turning over.
The twisted stone dragon entwined Louis’s Magic Power, tearing through the earth.
However, bizarrely, when the strike landed on the snow-white city wall, it inexplicably stalled for a mont, unable to advance any further.
The flying demigod looked in shock.
With his power, swinging a sword could cut a mountain into two sections was a very normal thing to him.
With full force, even the surrounding mountains would undergo permanent terrain change.
Yet his strike, as if plunged into a quagmire, could barely stir any waves.
It was at this mont that the chain reaction of destruction from the dragon’s flip instantly crushed 5 of the legends into a mass of indistinct flesh and blood.
Louis had no intention of halting his actions.
The Dragon Severing Strike couldn’t be used for a short ti, but there were other options.
So he raised his hand and used Desert Wind Stream Level 9 Martial Art·Hellfire Burst.
The dark side demigod, stunned montarily, reacted with bloodshot eyes and charged toward the wall.
But in the next mont, a military flag suddenly descended from the sky.
Carrying a force of darkness, it instantly knocked the demigod flying.
Qian’s face was covered with dark markings.
Beatrice glanced at her and laughed helplessly.
The priests of the God of Love Church around quickly backed away, not daring to approach her at all.
Soone had already recognized the source of that power.
For instance, the church’s legend was desperately yelling for them to retreat.
He had recognized it; it was the power of the Destruction Black Sun.
The power of that man from the empire.
"Slay!"
At this mont, the Hero’s Sword, directly projected by Louis, turned into a crimson phoenix, instantly incinerating the interior of the city wall into a magma valley.
The 4 legends, heavily restricted and suffering another fatal blow, couldn’t hold on any longer.
Amidst miserable screams, they were reduced to ashes.
With a wave of his hand, Louis had the Grip of Greed pull the Hero’s Sword embedded in the ruins back into his hand.
He glanced quickly at the priests of the God of Love Church.
They instinctively stepped back.
Even the Legendary Priest had a look of tingling scalp.
Is this an exemplar?
This damn person is an exemplar?
If this is an exemplar, he’ll eat a handful of dirt.
anwhile, on the other side, the demigod directly hit by the military flag was not faring well either.
The God of Love Church’s demigod might have gone easy, but his injuries were serious.
In just a split second, the fatal gap created by Qian allowed him to hear the footsteps of death.
The heavy spiked mace in the church demigod’s hand, precisely and unerringly, pierced through his body.
But the demigod’s vitality was strong, and he still tried to put up a resistance.
However, in the next mont, the black military flag was projected again.
Covered with the shadow of imperial power, it pierced through his head like lightning.
Beatrice, with a bright smile, looked at the God of Love Church demigod with a strange expression and said:
"Enemies daring to act on Ense’s land should be eliminated by the royal family themselves, don’t you agree?"
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