Maureen chuckled with a faint smile on her face.

His voice was not loud, but was very soft and gentle, but it shocked many knights and nobles.

Maureen?

Maureen Olson?

Who is he? Several nobles looked at Morin carefully. They thought Morin looked familiar. Suddenly, they shouted, "It's him. He is the guest invited by Feilin from the Scoville family."

"I remember that Arka of the Remanov family once got him a position as a library keeper through a favor."

Those knight nobles shouted, and their eyes changed when they looked at Morin.

Who could have thought that the young man who looked so insignificant at the time was actually so strong that he could seriously injure the saint?

"No matter who you are, you will pay the price after you hurt the Saint."

Gray stared at Morin, and he slowly drew out the cross sword from his waist.

The other knights were startled. They did not say anything, but their aura gradually gathered and their expressions became solemn.

"Ah! Damn it!"

Countless pieces of gravel flew and exploded, and a figure rushed out from the smoke and dust.

“Hoo, hoo~”

The saint appeared in mid-air, breathing heavily. He did not speak, but stared at Morin.

"You pissed me off, really, you pissed me off!"

The saint gritted his teeth and said coldly.

He showed a cold smile on his face and said, "I didn't want to be exposed like this, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm only one step away, so it's no big deal to be exposed directly."

Roar! The saint suddenly let out a strange roar.

His body swelled up instantly, and his skin changed, turning purple-black. On his purple-black skin, silver patterns appeared, and those silver patterns kept moving, looking extremely mysterious.

At this time, the saint had completely changed into a different appearance. His face was sinister and ferocious, his eyes were deeply sunken, and two huge bulges appeared on his back. With a flutter, the bulges burst, and two purple-black wings slowly stretched out from his back.

"Hehe...hahaha..." The saint had a strong body, with distinct muscles on his chest and muscles all over his body that were firm and powerful. He let out a series of shrill laughs.

Suddenly, his body moved, and in a trance, he grabbed a noble knight below in his hand. Under the horrified gaze of the noble knight, the saint opened his mouth and bit the noble knight's neck fiercely.

Phew!

"ah!"

Screams were heard, and the noble knight's body kept shaking. Soon, he was absorbed into a mummy.

The saint threw the mummy on the ground. He turned around and looked at Morin and the many stunned nobles, with a cold look on his face.

"Hehe, you all came here, very good, very good."

There was blood at the corner of the saint's mouth, and he was laughing strangely, his laughter was sharp and piercing.

"I'm about to become a pure-blooded royal family, so I'm here to kill you and absorb your flesh, blood and soul as a gift for my transformation." The saint said as he kept laughing strangely. Blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, making him look extremely hideous.

"this……"

"how so……"

The many knights and nobles below were all shocked when they saw this scene. They had dull expressions on their faces, but could not utter a complete sentence.

"Is the saint in front of me still a saint..." Such a thought flashed through Gray's mind. He looked at the strange-looking saint in front of him, thought of those exploding bronze medals, and his face became gloomy.

Foren looked at Gray, they looked at each other, and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

They didn't speak, but just gripped the cross swords at their waists.

A faint blue light flashed in Morin's eyes. This was the chip constantly scanning and analyzing the saint.

"Is it through a secret method that one can transform oneself into a royal family in the purgatory world..."

Morin murmured to himself. When he saw the conclusion of the chip, he already knew what was going on with the Saint.

Moreover, the creature transformed by the saint is not a simple one, but Asmonlai, the royal family of the Purgatory World.

Similar to Ackerd.

"Mo Lin, right? You exposed me early and seriously injured me. Now, you should pay the price!" The saint sneered.

There was a tearing sound.

The saint moved his body and instantly appeared beside Morin. His sharp huge claws flashed, instantly tearing through the air and grabbing towards Morin fiercely.

Morin moved his hand and instantly blocked in front of him, instantly blocking the saint's attack.

His palm exuded a cold and terrifying aura, and on Morin's palm, purple-black scales slowly grew out one after another.

"Not bad, the strength is quite good." Morin felt the huge power coming from his palm, raised his eyebrows, and felt a little surprised.

He is an ancient wizard, and he has melted the blood of the Void Mirage and the Pankora Scarlet Serpent to form the unique Sollas Serpent bloodline. Whether in terms of physical and mental strength or the wizard energy in the body, he is extremely strong at the level of a second-level wizard.

Unexpectedly, the transformation into a pure-blooded saint of Asmonlei actually made Morin feel shocked, which also surprised Morin.

"But that's all." Morin raised the corner of his mouth.

The air in front of him became blurry, and thick translucent energy spikes twisted and rushed out suddenly, wrapping the saint in it.

BANG! BANG!!! BANG!!!

Explosions were heard one after another, the saint screamed, his body was thrown heavily, and large streams of purple-black blood were scattered in the air.

"Damn it, Morin, you..." The saint rushed out with a ferocious look on his face, cursing non-stop.

Morin's expression was indifferent, he just looked at the saint quietly.

Swish, swish, swish! There was a tearing sound in the air.

"ah!"

The saint screamed.

One after another, pale claws like phantoms emerged from the void, repeating over and over again, tearing at the saint's body.

The saint kept screaming, and streams of blood spurted out of his body, forming thick blood mist in the air.

Pale Hands.

This was the witchcraft that Morin had used before. After Morin became a second-level wizard, he used this witchcraft again. Compared with before, its power was no longer comparable.

The saint knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, his flesh and blood falling off in large chunks, and his body was covered with scars that penetrated deep into the bones.

"You...Maureen Olsen you..." The saint stared at Maureen, a trace of fear and confusion flashed in his eyes, but soon, a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"It's good, Maureen Olson, you're good."

"Actually, I didn't want to use Asmonlai's power so soon. After all, the transformation of the power chrysalis has not been completed. If I use it now, it will leave some hidden dangers for me in the future."

The saint's voice was very hoarse, as if sulfur and fire were flowing in it, and he said: "Now, I'd better kill you first!"

roar!!

A dark red glow suddenly emerged from the saint's body, and the dark red glow curled back to form a dark red cocoon, completely wrapping the saint inside.

Soon, the dark red cocoon of light dissipated, and the saint stood up again.

Compared with before, the saint's body was taller, as if a shadow was hanging down. His face was ferocious and evil, and he even had two pointed horns on his forehead.

With a whoosh, wind started to blow around.

The saint flapped his wings and slowly flew into the air.

He let out a sharp scream, his body rushed forward, suddenly became blurred, and instantly flashed towards the direction where Morin was.

Maureen's brows furrowed slightly.

He moved his body and quickly stepped aside.

Tear!

Buzz! There was a low and huge roar in the air. Where Morin had been standing before, the air was blurred and distorted. It was strongly squeezed and deformed instantly.

"You run pretty fast." The saint appeared at the same place. He looked at Morin, grinned, and revealed his sharp fangs.

"It's quite interesting..."

Maureen frowned.

But soon, his frown slowly relaxed and he said, "But, that's it."

A faint silver symbol appeared in his eyes, and a vague shadow of a giant purple-black snake appeared behind him, looking coldly at the saint.

"What's this……"

The saint was shocked, and at this moment, he suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart.

"Playing tricks!" The saint sneered.

He moved his body, as if to rush towards Morin again, but Morin's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at him quietly.

The saint suddenly found that he could not move. At some point, a faint seal appeared on his body, like crystal, sealing half of his body.

"Damn it!" The saint's face suddenly changed.

Innate witchcraft, mirror image eyes! Morin did not speak, but his mouth corners twitched slightly, revealing a cold smile.

The purple-black giant snake shadow behind him became huge, while Morin was constantly and slowly getting smaller. Almost instantly, Morin merged into the body of the purple-black Solras giant snake.

Karthus's spiral stranglehold!

This is the most powerful attack method that Morin can unleash so far after unfolding his snake form.

The giant purple-black snake hissed and instantly rushed towards the saint. Strange patterns appeared on its body, causing the dark energy particles around it to vibrate constantly, and even formed a huge roar like a faint tide.

The saint screamed loudly, and finally broke free from the Mirror Eye by trying to explode his body, but at this time, the Solras giant snake had already come to his side.

Boom! This area of ​​space was completely boiling, and the energy torrent kept rolling through it. Everything was blurry and it was impossible to see clearly. One could only vaguely see two hideous and terrifying figures fighting each other in it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, everything became quiet again.

Whoosh! Ding!

The cross sword broke through the air, and the crisp sound of sword was heard. The saint's neck was pierced and he was nailed to the wall in an instant.

"Uh..." The saint's body was torn and covered with wounds. He raised his eyes, looked at Morin, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

With a "puff", Morin walked forward and slowly drew out the cross sword. He looked at the dead body of the saint and laughed.

"it's over."

Morin turned his head, looked at the stunned knights and nobles, smiled, and spoke softly.

Many thanks to book friend "Albinchen" for the reward.