"What do you mean?"

Fisher tried not to think about the bad things, but he could not deceive himself. Thinking of his disciple who had already revealed his undead characteristics, he couldn't help but sweat.

Lucien is known as a genius who is rare in a century. He became an apprentice knight at the age of twelve, and jumped over the temple warrior to the judgment knight at the age of 14. By the age of 16, he had become the deputy commander of the Apologist Knight. Now, at the age of 17, he has become one of the youngest paladins in history.

Mendel's two sons are very talented, but in terms of achievements alone, it is an indisputable fact that Lucien is stronger than Victor. And what worries him the most is that the fanaticism of the Church of Light also infected Lucien with the knight dogma. As long as he gets involved in the camp and the church, he can be rational and rational. If the two brothers really meet...

He didn't dare to think further, Fisher only hoped that Lucien, who had a consistent reputation in both the secular world and the Holy See, did not kill Victor.

"It's different from a famous family. Whether it's arrogance or arrogance, it's hard to imitate." A strong ironic voice suddenly sounded in the small reception hall.

Lucien, who had been smiling, finally became serious. After looking around, his eyes were frozen on the closed wooden door.

"Be careful with your highness!" Sarach, who was accompanying him, stood in front of Perel, staring cautiously at the darkened door.

Black gas, like smoke and mist, seeped into the gaps of the door, gradually condensed into a human shape. Located at the head, there were two clusters of red lights like flames. Even Perel, who had never seen an undead creature, understood that he had met the legendary undead.

"Ye An." A low voice spreads in the air.

"Wood?" Lucien put his hand on the holy sword, his tone calm. Even though he knew that the person he had met was not an ordinary undead, he was not panicked at all.

"I prefer you call me Victor." A pun, the lich who appeared in a phantom posture made Fisher's already poor face pale.

This is a posture that only humans have to abandon. Compared to two days ago, Victor is now a complete undead creature.

Lucien's face turned gloomy, and the light of Mara slowly pulled out from the sheath. Unlike the quick hit in the mine, Victor finally saw clearly what could kill his artifact.

It is not so much a sword as a ray of light.

Apart from the flower-shaped sword hilt, the entire blade of the holy object known as the lightsaber is a platinum of light. Even if it is a distance, you can still feel the power of the weapon. The Holy Spirit waves that cannot be seen in the naked eye spread around and spread, hitting its protective wall, rubbing out silver-green sparks.

For example, the handsome young man held a sword in both hands and a slight bow in his body, and made an attacking posture.

"Hmph..." With a sneer, Victor suddenly retreated, his body passed through the wooden door and disappeared from everyone's eyes. Lucien chased after him without thinking. When he opened the door of the reception hall, the lich had retreated to the empty courtyard.

"I want to compete again? It's just my wish..." The open ground is more suitable for fighting than a narrow room. Lucien, who was aroused from fighting spirit, moved forward cautiously step by step. When his feet stepped on the verdant grass, a black magic circle rose from the ground. The gray souls surged out, and the shrill wails and low hissings made other people who followed hurriedly cover their ears.

Lucien, who held the holy relics, did not take this group of dead souls surrounding his body seriously. His energy was all focused on the black phantoms that used low-level forms.

Seeing that Victor showed no sign of attacking first, Lucien's sword body was slightly tilted, and a golden light with purifying power overflowed from the lightsaber, slashing towards the lich in a defensive posture. This was the move to smash the puppet corpse in the mine track.

There was no defensive barrier, no resistance. The black phantom ate a holy light attack, like a piece of cloth cut by scissors, split into two. Then, it evaporated under the action of the scorching and high temperature purification force, and nothing was left on the grass, as if the lich had never appeared.

It was not only Fisher, Perel and his group were surprised, and even Lucien was a little confused. While everyone was puzzled, at the position where Victor disappeared, the black fog condensed again, not only regained its phantom posture, but also gradually grew bones. Next were muscles and skin. Not long after, Victor Wood, in human form, reappeared in people's sight.

"Hello light heals?" Perel exclaimed, and then denied his speculation. How could the undead have the highest miracle in the Holy See?

Lucien narrowed his eyes, and his sword-holding posture was no longer as natural as before.

He knew very well that this was not the healing of the holy light that could produce muscle and remove corruption, but the most notorious characteristic of the undead creature - regeneration. If the soul similar to the heart of the undead was not destroyed, he could recover countless times. Moreover, Victor's regeneration speed also made Lucien wonder. After an ordinary undead body was destroyed, it would take several days to recondensate the body. Why could Victor Wood regenerate immediately after being destroyed?

Lucien, who had never seen such an exception, was distracted by Victor successfully counterattacked.

A little cold light flew out of its hand, and the thing gradually became larger and longer, and finally stretched into a black giant scythe, with a slender chain tied at the end, and the dark blade easily reminded people of death.

The weapon in his hand was thrown out, and the deadly giant scythe attacked Lucien with the sound of wind. The unique metal impact sound exploded with the Paladin's sword-raising gear.

Lucien frowned. The light of Mara in his hand was a world-famous holy object. Not to mention a lich, even a famous sword made by the forging master dared not confront it head-on. Why can that sickle withstand the power of Mara's light? If it were other undead creatures' weapons, they would have been purified at the moment they came into contact with it.

In the final analysis, he was still a little younger. If the high priest of the Holy See was here at this moment, he would have guessed Victor's identity and would not position him as an ordinary undead.

The black scythe, with chills and death, swung towards Lucien again and again under Victor's control. The force was so great that it was completely beyond ordinary people's imagination. Gradually, the Paladin who was originally in the upper hand was only able to resist.

There was no advantage in the past, and if you could not get close to it, sword weapons would not be useful at all. As for the Holy Light Slash, which has a purification effect, it would not work because it could not destroy the life case.

The dense attack without a chance to breathe continued, and Lucien gradually felt exhausted. He realized that Victor had made the idea, so he decided to fight quickly. With a loud shout, the armor on his body suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, and rays of light gathered on his back, slowly condensed into a pair of light wings.

"The Paladin's fighting posture! Your Highness, let's leave here quickly." Sarach pulled Perel back towards the gate. If the eldest son had any accidents when he went out in this cover, not only would he lose his head, but the entire family would be implicated.

"Wait..." Perel had no intention of leaving at all.

Although he knew that his cousin was hailed as a genius that was rare in a century, he had never seen him killing an enemy. Moreover, he was still a mage who he admired a little.

Lucien, whose light wings have increased its combat power a lot, has a qualitative leap in both attack distance and speed. Since it cannot prevent Lucien from getting close, Victor had to change his combat method. While disturbing the opponent's sight with his cry and repelling the unheard language.

With the murmur with a magical voice, concrete spells appeared in the air, which were similar to the decoration on Lucien's armor. The semicircular black space that seemed to be in barriers opened, and Lucien, who spread his wings and flew closer, entered the interior without any resistance. However, his posture was a bit strange, as if he was moving forward in the water, and his speed became extremely slow.

Even so, Lucien, who held the holy objects and had the strength of a paladin, still came into contact with the lich. The lightsaber in his hand suddenly shone brightly, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Victor's newly restored human posture gradually showed a corrupt image under the attack of dense light energy, as if his vitality was extracted, gradually aging. Seeing this, it was not to be outdone. Zhang exhaled a strong corrosive aura, and the withered touch swallowed the light wrapped around Lucien little by little. In a short while, his face turned pale like a dead person.

"stop!"

Fisher shouted with great silence, trying to stop the fight between the 'brothers'. Victor and Lucien, who had already fought hard, showed no sign of stopping.

Buffy and Sarach protected Perel and retreated further and further.

"Ding!" A silver light flashed, and then it passed the lightsaber that was releasing energy and then fell on the grass.

Lucien and Victor bowed their heads at the same time and found that it was a delicately crafted dagger with its blade rolled up. The one who projected this deadly weapon was the dark elf standing not far away.

"Two Your Highnesses." Baile bowed gracefully, bringing an unexpected message to them: "The Grand Duke does not want to see any casualties among you."

"Hmph..." Lucien never gave a good face to the killer whom his father was blessed.

"Ah~ The old man is talking." Victor also hugged and burst into laughter.

"You two can't stop!"

This angry shout shocked Lucien, who was originally looking uneasy, and looked along his sight and Victor saw a figure walking through the gate of the Alchemy Courtyard. He was about forty years old, wearing gorgeous clothes and his sharp eyes were full of vicissitudes.

"Father..." Lucien was inconvenient to salute, so he could only shout respectfully.

"Do you still know I am your father? Why don't you let go!" Seeing that the two sons fought to the death, Grand Duke Taran didn't care about his image and scolded him loudly. After experiencing a series of battles, there were gradually more figures of people looking up. They were all students attracted by the sound of fighting.

Feeling that the situation is no longer suitable for combat, Victor first removed the barrier, and Lucien, who also lost his fighting spirit, also canceled his fighting posture.
Chapter completed!