As all the legion members left, the battlefield fell into deep silence.
A deathly atmosphere began to spread in the hearts of these mages. They did not want to believe that the great wizard empire Brakada had failed in the battle with the necromancer.
If the magic guild headquarters was attacked before, and the opponent could use the opponent to attack secretly, the mage had no precautions in advance to explain. At this moment, even though the mage has dispatched the top power of the magic guild, the battle is still lost. This is no matter what. Inexplicably, there was even a figure suspected of being the God of Mage in the enemy camp.
"Master President..." Prophet Orak felt the low morale. At this moment, she was unable to change all this. She could only put her hope in Eli, hoping that the benchmark in the eyes of the mage and the current leader of the magic guild President, find a way to boost morale.
Eli didn't mean this. He stared at the ground where Gwen once stood, his eyes slightly absent-minded.
From the previous battle, Eli felt that man's use of the magic field. It is a skill that far exceeds one's own. Even if it is the same level of magic field, when that person uses it, he can use 30% of the power to achieve 100% of the effect.
Eli had a vague hunch that in the confrontation in the magic field, the man did not use all his strength. Otherwise, Eli would not be able to stand intact in the river now.
"God of Mage...this is impossible!"
As if he thought of something, Eli quickly shook his head, killing the thought in his heart.
Although the battle was temporarily lost, Eli felt various exquisite skills in the magic field from that person. He felt something in his heart for a while. He only needed to spend a period of time to understand, and he could improve his magic field and even have a chance. Touch the true meaning of the realm in that person's mouth.
On the side of the battlefield, the Holy Angel spread its golden wings and came to the corpse of the saint who had turned into a charred corpse.
Although the Holy Blessing was completely shattered by the ultimate lightning, its power still remained on the saint's body. Under the protection of the Holy Blessing, the dead saint did not turn into an undead creature, but maintained a scorched corpse. Shape.
Rhodes ignored this point. With the death of the saint, Rhodes' attention had already been attracted by the Holy Hammer of Judgment, and he did not pay attention to the fallen saint's body.
"How embarrassing, Saint Burrage."
Looking at the charred corpse at his feet, the holy appearance of the saint could no longer be seen in it, the Holy Angel said softly.
"Dear Archangel, Erathia and Brakada have a long-lasting friendship. In the process of fighting against the necromancers, you helped Brakada. I believe that all the mages saw it and Brakada will remember it. Please allow me to pay you the highest respect for this kindness.”
After the battle, Escher, who arrived belatedly, arranged for the mage to take inventory of the battlefield, and he himself approached the Holy Judgment Angel and spoke proactively.
After seeing the power of the Holy Judgment Angel and the saints, the mages' attitude towards them has greatly changed. This kind of power that can completely kill undead creatures is what Brakada is in urgent need of.
"There is no need for respect. The end is coming. The benevolent Stigmata are willing to give up all their past grudges and protect you humans. You should feel lucky." Facing the mage's overtures, the Holy Angel said with a straight face, There was no trace of her happiness or anger at all.
Eschar stared at her with deep eyes: "In order to help us mages, the heroic saint was killed by the evil necromancer. His sacrifice was so noble. I remember that before Bollag became a saint, A man of the hour in Southern Erathia, I am willing to use my privilege as the president of the Magic Guild to use the fifth-level magic of 'Reincarnation' that should not exist in this world to reawaken this warrior."
"Reincarnation? I don't think it's necessary. Even if you really want to use it, it won't be your mage's turn." The Holy Judgment Angel said lightly, while raising the sharp blade in his hand, "Death in the hands of the necromancer, even if you die cowardly, The sacred weapon was also lost by him, and a loser like him is not qualified to continue to enjoy the status of a saint."
Golden light ignited from the blade of the Holy Judgment Angel, and then pierced into the saint's charred corpse. Pure white flames instantly ignited Bragg's corpse.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, the angel's entire face was exposed to the light, which also made her look extremely holy. Her face was calm, and while her eyes showed compassion, there was also a kind of solemnity.
"In the name of God, I will give you holy judgment."
Under Escher's unbelievable gaze, the saint's body was quickly incinerated by pale flames, and even reincarnation could not resurrect him.
Looking at the Holy Judgment Angel in front of him, Escher swallowed silently and was speechless for a moment. He never imagined that the Holy Judgment Angel would deprive his companions of the opportunity to be reincarnated. In his opinion, that would An angel would resurrect his companions no matter what.
"I remember Saint Borag, who has a large territory in southern Erathia, and is also the main force fighting the necromancers on the Vilnin border. Why..." Looking at the saint's body reduced to ashes, Eskel was deeply moved. Sighing deeply, he really couldn't imagine why the angel did such a thing.
The Holy Judgment Angel didn't mean to say more. She quickly came to Eli: "The threat of the necromancer has not been eliminated yet, are you going to give up? Hurry up and summon the mages to prepare for the next battle."
However, Eli did not mean this and just sighed: "The Magic Guild can no longer accept greater losses. Fighting the doomsday is our primary problem."
"Are you mages just going to watch that necromancer leave?" The angel showed anger and reprimanded loudly. In this battle, the nearby mages also lost their previous vigor and lowered their heads. He came down, not daring to answer the angel's words.
"Very good, it turns out that the mages in Brakada are all a bunch of cowards." The angel glanced around coldly, with deep disappointment in his eyes, and was about to spread his wings and leave.
"President, I heard that the Magic Academy is being besieged by a giant dragon. I have a plan. Maybe I can teach the necromancers a painful lesson before they escape from Brakada." Right here. At this time, Prophet Orak seemed to have thought of something and took the initiative to speak.
Listening to the prophet's narration, the Holy Angel was also attracted by the content of the words, and her movements stopped for a moment. When she listened to the entire content, a satisfied smile soon appeared on her face.
"Very well, let's do it."
