A vast, profound, contradictory yet harmonious magical aura, unlike anything ever seen in the Lor Swamp, swept out like an invisible tsunami!
The sacred contains the whispers of the abyss, and the order contains the wild chaos.
It lacked the absolute pressure of legend, but it possessed a primal status that transcended all other powers present, instinctively inspiring awe and trembling in the depths of every soul.
Those eyes, formed from pure seven-colored black light, slowly swept across the battlefield, and wherever their gaze fell, space seemed to freeze.
"What is that?!"
High in the sky, the orc general Kargath, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Harrington, suddenly froze. The pale green soul fire surrounding him flickered wildly, and a warning from his bloodline sent chills down his spine.
Commander Harrington and Earl Ferdinand paused their offensive for a moment, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.
However, perhaps something even more astonishing was yet to come.
Kyle and Ruby were fighting off the orc berserkers and shaman guards who were attacking from the side, and the holy light and flames of judgment turned the enemies to ashes.
They were also deeply shocked by the sudden oppressive aura of the Archangel and the strange crown.
Even though they had seen Little Mu in this form once before, seeing her again still made them feel somewhat unsettled.
But the immediate battle instinctively kept them focused.
"Kyle! Ruby! Don't stand still! Smash those blood-red roses!"
Mark's voice boomed in their minds, filled with an undeniable urgency.
rose?
Kyle suddenly looked at the orc corpse beside him, which had just been burned by Ruby, but whose body was strangely covered in blood roses.
Ruby also saw the strange phenomenon "blooming" beneath her shackles, following the sound.
Instantly, they recalled the extreme mutation states that they had witnessed in Mark's team several times.
Furthermore, the "Holy Light Healing" and "Holy Light Protection" spells that Mark had forcibly injected into their bodies were activated, establishing a strange connection between them and the crimson roses.
As devout believers of the Holy Light, they instinctively felt repulsed by this "Crimson Rose," which drained the life force of enemies and carried an eerie aura.
But we are in a desperate situation!
The thunderous hoofbeats of the orc wolf riders were already close at hand, and the legendary gaze from high above felt like a thorn in his back!
Survival and breaking through the encirclement are the only options!
"Holy Light...please forgive me!"
A resolute glint flashed in Kyle's eyes. He let out a low roar, and the holy light of judgment condensed into a light sword, slashing fiercely at the blood-red rose closest to him!
After the Blood Crystal Mine, Kyle understood that the most important thing for a clergyman who wants to bring faith to believers is not necessarily how pure the Holy Light is.
Rather, it is the clergy with good hearts who can lead believers on this path for a long time!
Ruby gritted her teeth, and the flaming flails, carrying the will to incinerate everything, slammed into another flower:
"My Lord, this is the purification of evil!"
Bang! Bang!
The rose shattered, and thick, crimson light surged into their bodies.
"Ugh—!"
Kyle let out a suppressed roar of pain.
He felt as if his soul had been forcibly torn apart and reshaped after he shattered dozens of blood-red roses!
The pure, blazing white holy light of judgment on his body instantly became incredibly solid and heavy, as if liquid gold was flowing and uncontrollably extending and shaping outwards from his body!
A phantom of a golden heavy armor, composed entirely of the ultimate condensed holy light of judgment, appeared and disappeared on his body.
His helmet concealed his face, revealing only his eyes burning with golden flames. The outline of a massive sword and shield formed from holy light appeared in his hand, radiating a terrifying aura of coldness, judgment, and ruthlessness!
He seemed to embody the "image of judgment" walking the world in the doctrine of Holy Light, majestic and holy, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
Ruby also let out a muffled groan.
The blazing white holy flames on her body surged several meters upwards as if they had been poured with boiling oil!
The color rapidly shifted from incandescent white to a blindingly bright gold, and finally revealed a chilling hint of pure black at the heart of the flame!
The temperature of the flames was terrifyingly high, and the surrounding space was scorched and distorted.
The flails in her hands were enveloped by the mutated holy flames, as if they had transformed into two roaring golden-black fire dragons, each swing bringing with it a heat wave that could incinerate everything.
Her aura became extreme and pure.
Burn away all impurity, purify all heresy!
This is the "Burning Flame" that takes the "purification" doctrine of the Flame Sisters to the extreme, almost to the point of fanaticism!
Once everyone in the assault team except Mark entered their ultimate mutation state, the team had no weaknesses!
High in the sky, Kargath's eyes twitched, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his scarlet eyes. He hadn't really taken Mark and the others seriously.
In his eyes, they were nothing more than a few annoying insects that had crawled into the gaps in the army and caused some trouble by taking advantage of the surprise.
The orc force he brought, even the most ordinary warriors, were elites who had one foot in the high-level ranks!
It's only a matter of time before a mere six high-level professionals are surrounded; they can't cause any real trouble.
His main focus remained on Harrington's blazing and violent holy flame sword light.
However, at this moment, the orc legend in the sky finally changed its expression completely.
General Kargas stared intently down below, his bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief at the slaughterhouse the six "insects" had created in the heart of the shaman's position.
His proud shamanic order, those high-ranking spellcasters who could cast powerful curses, area-of-effect magic, and buff legions, were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered in front of those few humans who exuded a strange and powerful aura!
An old shaman waved his bone staff in terror, attempting to unleash the area-of-effect spell "Rain of Corrupting Bones."
Just as the dark green poisonous cloud condensed, Ruby, in the form of a golden-black dragon shadow, swung her yoke around it, instantly incinerating the poisonous cloud into nothingness, turning the old shaman into charred remains along with it!
Another shaman unleashed a powerful "Soul Wither" curse on the ghostly Monica, the dark gray curse light striking her.
However, Monica's figure only paused slightly, and the shadows on her body and the seven-colored black light intertwined and flickered. The curse was like a mud ox entering the sea, and was instantly dissolved into nothingness!
A flash of cold light appeared on the barbed, black-scaled arm, and the shaman collapsed, clutching his bleeding throat.
Enzo had now transformed into a dark lava giant. He laughed wildly as he withstood several "earth-shattering impacts," while the armor made of lava and dark magic only fluctuated violently.
With a backhand punch, the violent lava energy blasted the shaman casting the spell, along with his guards, into a shower of minced meat!
The area-of-effect magic and curse magic that orc shamans rely on for survival seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Mark's team in their extreme mutation state!
They will either be forcibly annihilated, mysteriously resolved, or endured.
Under the wall-like cover of Kyle, Anna's magic-piercing arrows struck like the Grim Reaper's hand, killing any shaman leader who attempted to mount an effective counterattack.
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