As for the human magical artifact in Mark's spatial ring that emits a faint but essentially blasphemous light and darkness, it can be considered a heretic among heretics.
However, the item appears to have been well contained and is associated with the children of the Church of Holy Light.
After determining that Mark himself had no fundamental problems, she decided to ignore it for the time being.
The church has its own procedures for handling its inhabitants, and she has no intention of overstepping her bounds.
Now that the target has been identified!
The Seraph had no intention whatsoever of wasting words with these blasphemers.
The trial is to be carried out immediately!
She hovered high in the air, her smooth arms, made of holy flame, raised gracefully and resolutely.
In an instant, two torrents, each containing the will to burn away all evil and composed purely of blazing white holy flames, tore through space like whips of divine punishment and struck the two most central sources of heresy on the battlefield with unparalleled precision!
The first torrent of holy flames aimed directly at the center of the battlefield—
That is, the undead Grom (the eldest prince) who has just completed his "transformation" and whose aura has risen to a terrifying level!
And all the transformed orcs around him, emanating the stench of death and decay, including Turu, who held the Beast King's arm bone and whose face still bore traces of fanaticism and horror!
The blazing white flames, imbued with an absolute will to purify all filth, were determined to wipe these corrupt things from the world!
The second torrent of holy flames, as if it had eyes, boldly cut into the battleground where the elven hunter Thranduil was fiercely clashing with the leader of the grey-robed men!
The target was precisely locked onto all the gray-clad figures with mysterious auras and exuding the aura of forbidden creations!
This divine punishment ignored the elves who were fiercely attacking the gray-clad men, and with an indiscriminate purifying will, it intended to burn these blasphemers and their cold bodies into nothingness!
As for those knights who appeared with the gray-clad men, wearing heavy silver armor with holy light runes engraved on their armor?
The seraph's gaze did not linger on them for even a moment.
The complex and entangled relationships within the human race, and even their seemingly "cooperative" stance with the gray-clad men, were all insignificant and unworthy of mention in the eyes of this high and mighty being, and could not shake her judgment at all.
Her trials were only for those who were clearly heretics!
These knights exuded an aura of holy light, and as long as they didn't actively attack the targets she was protecting, she wouldn't interfere at all.
Their fate is determined by themselves or by the earthly church they believe in.
In mid-air, the torrent of holy flames from the Seraph crashed down like a spear of divine punishment, carrying the will to burn away all evil!
At the heart of the battlefield, the undead Grom (the eldest prince) let out a non-human roar.
His massive body, covered in gray-white bone armor, suddenly arched, and the viscous necromantic energy around him surged wildly. With the full support of the Beast King Arm Bone in Tulu's hands, a ghastly green shield made of countless wailing vengeful spirits and swampy filth was forcibly condensed above his head!
boom--!!!
The holy flames and the undead shield collided violently!
Blinding light and destructive energy clashed and annihilated each other!
The blazing white and pale green halos exploded like a storm, tearing apart the already crumbling necromancy array.
The mud beneath Grom's feet instantly evaporated and crystallized, and his massive body was forced to kneel down, his bone armor cracked and groaning.
Tulu's face turned deathly pale, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and the light from the Beast King's arm bone in his hand dimmed slightly.
Although he barely managed to hold on, he was clearly in a sorry state, and his strength was severely depleted.
On the other side, the scene on the battlefield of the gray-clad men was completely different, eerily unsettling!
They faced another torrent of holy flames precisely targeted by the Seraphim, and a deadly follow-up attack from the elf Thranduil Eldrinvarna, fueled by rage.
This group of men in gray did something completely unbelievable!
They abandoned united resistance and gave up on evasion and dodging!
The leader of the gray-clad men's eyes flashed with a sinister light as he issued a series of silent commands.
All the grey-clad men who were engaged in combat with Thranduil froze instantly.
As if drawn by an invisible thread, they ignored Thranduil's emerald bow blade aimed at their vitals and the natural magic that tore through the air.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they relentlessly converged on the core area of the holy flame torrent, which was also where they were located!
"court death!"
Thranduil's blue eyes flashed with surprise, but his killing intent intensified.
Her attack pierced and tore through the bodies of several gray-clad men without hindrance, the emerald green natural magic instantly destroying their hearts.
However, these fatal wounds seem to be exactly what they wanted!
*Pfft! Sizzle!*
The torrent of holy flames mercilessly devoured the gathered group of gray-clad people!
The blazing white holy flames instantly ignited their gray bodysuits and leather armor, scorching their inhuman bodies.
A nauseating smell of burning and the pungent odor of molten metal filled the air.
But the anticipated complete purification did not happen immediately!
Under the terrifying heat and purifying power of the holy flame, the bodies of these gray-clad figures did not instantly turn to ashes like ordinary undead. Instead, they began to melt, like wax figures under high temperature!
The metal skeleton softened and twisted, the synthetic muscle fibers carbonized and disintegrated, and the magic crystal components burst out with dazzling sparks.
Strangely, these molten metal liquids and charred remains did not scatter. Instead, under the pull of some strange force, they were forcibly fused together like molten metal liquid!
"Ughhhhh!"
A chilling, inhuman scream, mingled with electronic noise, emanated from the molten "lump of flesh."
Amid Thranduil's astonishment, Starmoon's slight frown, and the incredulous gazes of the Knights of Light in the distance.
The pile of remains, burned by holy flames and severely damaged by elves, underwent a terrifying transformation in just two or three breaths!
A massive silhouette, over three meters tall, rapidly took shape amidst the blazing white flames!
Molten metal bones form a robust and terrifying framework, while charred and carbonized material intertwines with the still-burning holy flames to create twisted "muscles" and skin.
The eyes of several gray-clad men fused together at the location of their heads to form a single, enormous, crimson compound eye that flickered erratically and exuded an aura of chaos and savagery!
boom!
It jolted violently!
The remaining Seraphim flames covering the body were forcibly dispersed by an energy that erupted from within, carrying the same scorching heat but filled with chaos and blasphemy!
This newborn power brutally stole and corrupted part of the essence of the Holy Flame, causing a layer of dark red, twisted flames to ignite around the monster, emitting a violent and filthy "Holy Flame" aura that was completely opposite to the sacred!
"Hiss... Roar!"
The three-meter giant, now fully fused, let out a deafening roar, a sound like countless metal pieces rubbing against each other, filled with pain and a frantic adaptation to its new form.
Its enormous, scarlet compound eye locked greedily and venomously onto the pure and holy figure in mid-air.
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