Amidst the screams, Griffith turned into a bolt of thunder and swung his sword to slash left and right among Corleone's vengeful souls. It merged with other mysterious vengeful souls to bite him like a piranha, but it couldn't bite through the heavy armor.

And bloody light!

"Thunder's Wrath" burst out during the slashing strike. The power of thunder surrounded the light-filled sword body, creating a chain of lightning that jumped among the clouds of wronged souls.

Griffith was swinging on the spot at great speed. The last bolt of lightning was still jumping on the enemies who were crowded around him, and the next one had already burst out from the sword.

Han Guang gathers sharp sword energy, and the invisible wind pressure cuts through the black shadow and fog between swings.

His slashes also carried a storm-like cyclone, and the enemies that were not split by the sword edge were swept past, like weeds under the strong wind, falling in all directions. The unconscious souls were restrained by thunder and blood, and fell into

Confused, surprised and panicked, if they hadn't had no heart and soul, they would have fled away already.

Griffith brandished the holy sword and kept spinning and moving, and the sparkling sword light spread destruction in all directions. With him as the center, streaks of thunder burst into bloody petals, spreading all over the sky.

Corleone was so frightened that he was heartbroken. He turned around and fled into a secret room, trying to hide in the closet. The wizards who ran in with him competed with each other for the small door of the closet, everyone wanted to be the first to hide in. Erza

He kicked open the door, looked at the lost extraordinary wizard, put his index finger on his lips, and then, unexpectedly, winked at them.

The shouts of death outside were getting closer and closer, and countless neat footsteps rushed up the stairs, followed by intense bursts of gunfire and screams.

Corleone's body trembled violently. The wizards beside him also had pale faces, feeling that the end of the world was coming.

"Have mercy!

"kindness!"

This begging for mercy was not enough, Corleone shouted: "Ah, ah! Lord Valkyrie, the Valkyrie of Bjelan! I am willing to be your dog!"

After hearing this, another wizard rushed forward and kissed the ground in front of Erza's boots.

They raised their hands and begged for mercy. Until a group of soldiers rushed in, stood in front of them, and pointed their guns at the spellcaster with his hands raised.

"No!"

Erza retreated, and amid the deafening roar of volleys of guns, the wizards fell to pieces. The infantrymen raised their bayonets and swarmed forward. The sound of bayonets piercing flesh was heard, the cries and groans before death, and the screams from all corners of the temple.

Intertwined.

Regardless of his dignity, Corleone got into the closet. A grenadier strode up and poured a string of grenades through the crack in the door.

"boom--!"

The extraordinary wizard who had blown through the shield fell to the ground. Soldiers surrounded him and stabbed him with bayonets.

More than a dozen bayonets were thrust in and pulled out, thrust in and pulled out again, bringing out pieces of blood mist and flesh.

The howl went from high to low, then slowly fell, and finally fell silent.
Chapter completed!