In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

There is no doubt that this is an artifact!

The awe-inspiring power of the artifact alone made Isaac feel as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest.

Moreover, this artifact was extremely compatible with the divine power of the female knight in front of him. In his sight, Jeanne was like a giant beam of light reaching the sky and the earth.

Illuminating everything.

Majestic.

It makes people feel a sense of worship.

Evil spirit, do you have any last words you want to say?

Jeanne had just led the Crusader knights in a charge, but she did not look tired at all. Her eyes were bright, and her brows were filled with awe-inspiring dignity and majesty.

Just like Athena

Isaac sighed in his heart: Dear lady, may I have the honor to know your name?

Jeanne shook her head and said: It's just a humble name, it's not worth mentioning.

Isaac sighed softly: You are so noble and powerful, but you are still so cautious.

If he could know Jeanna's real name, he could also use the power of the curse to fight with her. Now, it was unknown whether he could escape, let alone defeat his opponent.

This kind of sacred power has a very strong restraint effect on evil spirits like him who have been dead for many years and are as shameless as a rat in a dark ditch.

Jeanne didn't want to waste her words anymore. She raised the holy spear in her hand and her voice suddenly rose: Welcome to the judgment, evil spirit.

Evil spirit.

Isaac was slightly startled, with a strange smile on his face.

If you disguise yourself like this, will you still be easily recognized?

Around him, ripples appeared in the air.

An invisible force that seemed to be condensed with countless evil thoughts. A terrifying force that made one's scalp numb and wanted to turn around and run away at a glance was entrenched around him, ready to strike.

Withdrawing to a distance, Cellinina, who was watching the battle, moved slightly.

What do you want to do again?

Fringilla grabbed her arm at the right moment.

Chelinina frowned: This is the kind of power just now. It is extremely secretive but extremely dangerous. Can Ms. Jeanna handle it alone?

Fringilla quickly reminded: Don't forget Jeanne's identity. Not only will you not be able to help her if you go there now, she also has to be careful not to purify you along with her.

Ah, yes.

Cellinina was slightly startled.

Only then did I realize that this woman who usually seemed unreliable and thought about being lazy and messing around all day long.

It was the one who made countless werewolves on the Two Sicilies change their minds after hearing the news; the dark creatures who died in her hands every year, and the thousands of chief thugs of the Holy Church - the Glory Knight.

Meet the judgment, evil spirit.

Golden holy flames suddenly ignited on Jeanna's body.

Sacred and mysterious lines appeared on the silver-white armor, and the terrifying aura lingering around Isaac was evaporated like a steady drizzle in a mountain fire before it even got close.

The rusty holy spear, under the burning of the holy flame, regained its past glory. It was the weapon that once belonged to the God King Odin - Kungunir!

The black dragon that turned into a mummy let out a shrill roar, and the green will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes were like candlelight in the wind and rain under the terrifying holy flames.

Isaac's face showed a stern smile: I am the greatest successor after Alexander's death - the monarch who ruled Antioch and Seleucia, the King of Seleucid.

You rebels all deserve to die.

The invisible evil force surrounded Isaac, forming a terrifying dragon that could compete with Jeanne's holy flames.

Although the Holy Flame suppressed evil spirits, the total amount of power in Isaac's body was several times stronger than that of Jeanne. For a time, the two of them were evenly matched.

Although there are many evil people, they cannot point me to the point of my spear.

Holy!

Loud chanting sounded.

It could be vaguely seen that countless illusory angels with white feathers appeared in mid-air, holding sacred books in their hands and chanting majestic hymns.

The golden glow made the entire port as bright as day.

The body surface of Isaac and the black dragon under his feet seemed to be corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, billowing white smoke emitted. The originally raging flames were quickly suppressed and became sluggish.

How can it be!

How can this be?

How is it possible that her power is still increasing?

The golden holy spear flew out.

It was like the first ray of light that cut through the darkness and created the world.

Black smoke billows.

In Isaac's disbelieving and surprised eyes.

The holy spear pierced his chest, and the blazing holy flames suddenly covered his entire body and the black dragon at his feet, forming a blazing torch.

Is this solved?

Lothar, who hurried over, couldn't help but frown.

He didn't have time to grab the head!

Jeanna opened her hand, and the holy spear fell back into her hand, regaining its brilliance and turning into a rusty appearance.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm looking at his aura below. His sins are so heinous. I don't know how many lives have been lost at his hands, so I didn't hold back.

Looking at the blazing torch, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief: It doesn't matter, just solve it. If you can get Limassol, this expedition to Cyprus is already worth the price.

not yet.

Prajna, who was standing next to Lothar, suddenly spoke.

I saw her throwing the black ghost-faced shield in her hand.

It expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a hill, standing in the wide street.

The ghosts cried.

The ghost face shield seems to have formed a ghost gate, with all kinds of strange ghost faces on it, rising and falling as if they were sinking under the underworld.

Jeanne reacted immediately: This evil spirit has escaped from Isaac's body?

Um.

Prajna raised his hand.

From behind Lothar, a black shadow quickly grew in size. He opened a hand covered with black scales and pinched the back of his neck, but Prajna grabbed his arm directly.

The shadow struggled desperately.

How could you possibly see me?

No, how could you possibly touch me?

Prajna looked cold and had no intention of explaining at all.

As a former gatekeeper of hell and a general of the ghost clan, it was completely normal for her to be able to see and touch evil spirits.

This black shadow evil spirit was actually quite terrifying, but the two enemies it encountered in succession restrained it perfectly.

Wait, wait a minute!

I am willing to surrender. Count Lothar, you are a dragonborn, right? So am I. I can help you!

The shadow shouted.

Prajna looked at Lothar. The ghost in her hand kept struggling, but her slender white fingers and thin-looking figure remained motionless.

Are you also a Dragonborn?

Lothar's face showed a look of interest.

Yes, that's right, I am also a dragonborn. I am King Seleucid, the most respected and most relied upon general of His Majesty Alexander. I used the blood of the dragon in my body to help him defeat the Persians.

Seleucid king

After Alexander's death, his empire fell apart into several successor states such as Antioch Macedonia, Ptolemaic Egypt, and the Seleucid Dynasty. They attacked each other and competed for Alexander's inheritance.

The dynasty founded by Seleucus was the largest empire among them.

How can you help me?

The black shadow said eagerly: I can help you discover the dragon's blood in your body, make you complete the transformation, become as powerful as me, and even train an army of dragons to rule Constantinople and the Papal City. .”

Lothar sighed softly: Issac must have believed your lies and ended up like this?

The quota of the Imperial Knight is probably not valid for it either.

Prajna, do me a favor.

He looked at Prajna, who poured the power in his body into Lothar at the right time, giving him the power to deal with incorporeal bodies like evil spirits in a short time.

This is the effect of further increasing intimacy, just like when Fringilla lent him her power to deal with the Crocodile God in Montreal.

He grabbed the shadow.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the Hell Gate standing in the middle of the street.

Then, he pressed it hard on the door.

Countless dead souls immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, desperately grabbing at the black shadow, trying to walk out of the door and return to the human world.

This obsession is something that the Seleucid King of the past and the shadow of today are all too clear about.

But so many dead souls are grasping at a life-saving straw, which will only cause this straw to sink into the underworld with them.

No, let me out. I am Seleucus. I am the destined monarch, the King of Dragonborn. You can't do this to me. Let me out!

The screams gradually faded away.

The door of hell then shrunk and turned back into the ghost-faced shield. The ghostly face on it stretched out its tongue and licked the sharp fangs, showing a very satisfied look.

at the same time.

In Lothar's ears.

The system prompt sounds.

You kill a dragon-born evil spirit, your level increases, and your dragon-born bloodline awakening level increases.

you got