"At present, I will not hide it from everyone. I am the captain of the White Hand Knights and the adopted son of the Grand Duke Glos, the Principality of Charles."

Although everyone was surprised, it was not surprising that the powerful people in the Holy Realm were not cultivated by ordinary families or forces. Even in the history of the mainland, there were only a handful of powerful people in the Holy Realm who were civilians or even legends.

Many talented people have exhausted their talents too early due to their background problems, insufficient resources, and lack of appropriate cultivation methods and guidance from famous teachers, resulting in being stuck on the threshold of promotion and not improving their level throughout their lives.

Most of the mercenaries in the Golden Group are like this. The peak of the Golden Level of the regiment leader Arthur and the primary level of the Monniu Halsey Golden Level are over. The rest are advanced silver that is obtained by fighting life and death and burning potential.

Vivian is an exception. In addition to his extraordinary talent, the Golden Group uses various resources to build up its own mages.

If it weren't for Vivian today, I'm afraid that the Dragon Queen would not have to appear, and the mercenaries would have to explain it here.

In fact, in Iros's view, Vivian alone is far more valuable than the Golden Group, and it is a waste of her talent being mixed with this group of mercenaries.

Iroth's background did not deviate from everyone's expectations, but he did not expect that he was the adopted son of the Grand Duke of Charles who was more famous recently.

In the duel between life and death, he was promoted to a paladin, killed Prince Ruprecht, the old paladin of the Cialis Empire. Combined with his angelic appearance, such deeds have long been compiled into small songs by the bard and sung the three major empires in the north.

At this moment, everyone looked at the purple magic pattern on Yiluosi's face curiously. It was not there when we were together a few days ago. I still had a tattoo after not seeing each other for a few days?

Then you can't tattoo your face!

Iros was also a little helpless. He didn't know what was going on. After waking up the second real name for no reason, the magic patterns on his body and face did not dissipate as before.

In the Torre Continent, the spread of magic patterns and the appearance of the outside are symbols of powerful monsters. Does it have the bloodline of monsters?

Iroth dared not think about it anymore.

Then he found a place where no one disturbed him and tried to see if he could control the magic patterns on his body. At the same time, his strength grew too fast during this period and felt that his foundation was unstable. He urgently needed to consolidate it to avoid affecting his future practice.

After controlling his mind, he began to look inside his body.

I saw that the silver Dou Qi in my body had disappeared, and replaced it with a light black Dou Qi. The energy density was greater and more compressed, and the speed of operation was much faster than before. One thought could instantly reach all limbs and bones.

Continue to feel carefully and find that there is a strange power flowing in the magic pattern that he cannot see through. It is probably the power of his real name and bloodline.

At the same time, he also discovered that the fighting energy in his body was always supplying the magic patterns on his body. Although it was just a sliver of threads, he still noticed them keenly.

Cut off the supply of this strand of Dou Qi, and sure enough, the magic patterns that appeared on the body dissipated as if they were drilled under the skin.

It seems that I have not yet mastered the absolute control of my body.

In fact, this is not the fault of Iros. After awakening the Holy Land, he also improved step by step. However, after the Devil Lord gave Iros strength to Iros, Iros failed to fully grasp his own strength.

The mercenaries of the Golden Group did not disturb Iroth's practice, but put the rations and water around him regularly.

Everyone also needs to take a few days off, after all, everyone is injured, only Mavie and Vivian are seriously overdrawn.

The two-legged flying dragon here dare not come again, and other monsters dare not rashly enter the territory of the two-legged flying dragon. This area is undoubtedly the safest.

At the same time, the Lich's Undead Castle welcomed another uninvited guest at this moment.

A girl wearing overlying armor, wearing heavy black armor, and holding a giant sword exuded an astonishing momentum. She was standing in front of the castle, looking at the castle with her head tilted and wondering what she was thinking.

It is Joan of Arc, nicknamed the Iron Girl in the Religious Verdict.

The lich in the castle was a little nervous, and the aura emitted by the girl outside was exactly the same as the madmen who chased him three hundred years ago.

Les Shuangyu keenly felt that the girl's aura had been fluctuating back and forth between the legend and the holy realm, which was very strange.

Although he is a legendary lich, he is only in the strength of the Holy Realm at this moment. Faced with this amazing momentum, Joan of Arc, and Les Frost Words have no good idea. It can only be said that the passing years are unfavorable.

After hesitating for a moment, Joan of Arc finally walked into the Undead Castle with a giant sword.

Les Shuangyu couldn't help but curse in his heart, but he could only make good measures to deal with it.

I heard the loud "ping-pong" sound in the castle of the Undead, and the sound of spell explosions and buildings collapsed. After a while, the sounds finally disappeared, and the silence was as dead as silence.

Only half of the undead castle was still emitting smoke and dust.

In the broken castle, Les Frost Word had completely dispersed, and the soul fire had also been extinguished.

Did the legendary lich who once trembled one side die like this?

No!

Joan of Arc, carrying a giant sword, was full of burning, frozen and other traces left by magic, but it was nothing serious. At this moment, she was looking for something in the broken castle.

The soul consciousness hidden in the undead space, Less. Frost Yu was both proud and a little angry:

"No matter how strong you are, you can't completely destroy me unless you find my life box!"

The smug lich suddenly widened his eyes (if he had any), and saw the girl take out a golden compass from her arms.

"Impossible, the golden compass of the holy artifact! How could this girl be carried with her?" Les Shuangyu felt shocked, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Joan of Arc pulled the golden compass in his hand and input the sacred fighting spirit. The pointer of the golden compass quickly rotated, then gradually slowed down, and finally pointed to the northwest.

Joan of Arc immediately put away the golden compass and ran northwest. He was too lazy to walk away from the door and directly knocked open the wall of the castle.

With a "boom", after Joan of Arc broke through the wall, only half of the castle left completely collapsed and turned into ruins.

After running northwest for dozens of kilometers, on a swamp, the golden compass in Joan of Arc's hand emitted a golden light and began to shake wildly.

After putting away the golden compass, Joan of Arc released all the sacred fighting spirit, covering a range of several kilometers. For a moment, the dark swamp seemed to rise up like the sun, with dazzling golden light.

Within the range covered by the sacred fighting spirit, countless ghosts and monsters lurking in the swamps instantly melted away and became a dead place.

Sensing it, Joan of Arc waved his hand and the giant sword like a door panel sank silently into the swamp, without a trace.

A few seconds later, a tremor was lowered, and a huge vortex rolled up in the calm swamp water surface, and a giant crawled out of the deepest part of the swamp.

This is a huge lobster that is 50 meters long. It can no longer be said to be a lobster at this time. It should be the ancestor of all lobsters in this country. Compared with it, the lobster killed by Iros is the difference between ordinary people and giants.

This huge lobster has blue soul ghost fire in its eyes, and it looks like a deceased lobster king.

Its back was also a giant sword as big as a door panel, and the sacred flames on it kept burning its soul. Its own claws could not reach its back. It could not bear it and then it crawled out of the swamp.

Looking at the thin girl in front of him, the undead lobster was furious and stretched out his huge claw to clamp the hateful human in two pieces.

When the pliers were about to be pinched to Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc leaped lightly, jumped onto the pliers of the undead lobster, then ran along its limbs to its back, drew out the giant sword, and brought up a large piece of black and smelly liquid.

The undead lobster was unable to deal with the enemy on his back. Under the violent rage, large black and green bubbles appeared all over his body, and you could tell that it was extremely poisonous at first glance.

Joan of Arc didn't care. The sacred fighting spirit around her condensed into a pair of golden armor, and there was a great saint cross behind her, and there seemed to be a wave of sings in the air.

As soon as the poisonous bubble comes into contact with the condensed armor of the Holy Combat Qi, it is decomposed and dissipated into the air, and it has no effect.

The undead lobster felt a severe pain that affected his soul from behind, and his body couldn't help but tremble, trying to throw Joan of Arc behind him.

Joan of Arc was not affected, and was still standing behind it as steady as a mountain, lifting up the giant sword burning life with both hands and thrusting it downwards.

The undead lobster that was constantly shaking immediately disappeared. The sacred fire had destroyed its soul and its body was burning into ashes by the sacred fire.

Feeling the death of the undead lobster, Les Frost could not help but scream in despair:

"No..."

The body of the undead lobster was burned out, and a urn with exquisite carvings and evil spirits among the ashes was picked up by Joan of Arc.

"snort!"

Looking at the Lich Life Box in his hand, Joan of Arc sneered, then threw the Life Box into the air, slashing it into countless pieces with a sword.

Less, who was in the undead space, looked at his soul turning into ashes bit by bit until it disappeared.

The Lich's life box was destroyed, and the Lich's soul dissipated, and there was no longer the existence of Les Frost Word in the multiverse.

Joan of Arc, who destroyed the Lich Life Box, was like doing something insignificant. He patted the dust on his body and took out the golden compass again.

This time, the golden compass pointed to the location of Iroth.

Not far from the target!

Joan of Arc was walking towards the target with a giant sword as if he was walking very quickly, and no creature dared to attack her on the way.

Sitting upright on the ground, Iros suddenly felt a chill, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the forest in the south, not knowing what had happened.

But how did this palpitation come?
Chapter completed!