Chapter 47: Righteousness and Evil Cannot Stand 【Positive Energy ing】
The shouts outside Shalbo City were deafening, the sound of magic and fighting spirit colliding was deafening, the roars of hell monsters and various terrifying sounds combined with the death aura coming from outside the city made the people who had just calmed down
The city is stirring again.
However, as time passed bit by bit, there was still no attack on the city, and the sounds outside the city gradually began to fade away. Finally, some bold people came to the top of the city one after another, wanting to take a look.
So what happened.
At this time, David Mo had been recuperating for a while, and when he saw a group of undead warriors all looking towards him, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly walked towards the group of undead warriors step by step.
Ferif had not seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in front of him for a long time. After gesturing to Halta beside him with his eyes, he slowly stood up.
Halta saw the hint in his eyes, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. A huge force came from his arm, and there was a "click" sound. The neck of the necromancer he was holding was broken directly, and a black flower was
Fog exploded from him.
But at this time, they had forgotten that the necromancer had just said that the person who rushed into their camp was a ninth-level silver warrior.
Ever since Ferif reached the Silver level, there have been very few people in the world who can enter his Dharma eyes, but today he will pay a heavy price for his arrogance.
He held the giant sword tightly in his hand, raised his arm and pointed at the young man in white in the distance, and said coldly to the group of undead warriors around him: "After crushing this young man, we will go to the city together to enjoy the abundant souls."
After hearing the words "abundant soul", the exhausted undead warriors cheered up again. The boy in white in front of them was the last obstacle in front of them.
Halta sneered, raised the black sword, and ran towards the boy in white regardless of his own pain. The other hundred or so undead soldiers followed him with a roar.
For a moment, the sky was full of murderous aura and swept towards the young man in white, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he still walked towards them unhurriedly.
It takes about twenty seconds for an ordinary human to run at top speed over a distance of fifty feet, but for this group of battle-hardened undead warriors, it only takes seven or eight seconds.
In an instant, Halta's sword had reached in front of the young man in white. After he slashed out with the sword, he said condescendingly like the God of Death: "After you die, I will torture you..."
Before he could say the word "soul", a spear pierced his throat in an instant. The nine layers of dark yellow fighting spirit looked extremely pale under the blow, and his body turned into a burst of ashes and floated in the air.
After the boy in white killed him with one blow, the corners of his mouth turned slightly downward and he said calmly: "You don't overestimate your own capabilities."
After seeing this scene, the undead warriors who were charging toward him with high morale began to slow down unconsciously. Halta's ninth-level bronze strength could not even withstand one round. A coldness ran down his spine, which made him feel a little unbearable.
Unable to resist this pressure, the undead warriors directly chose to escape.
However, the young man in white did not give up. Nine layers of silver-white fighting spirit enveloped his body, and he flew out like lightning. A cold spear shone with silver light, and a bit of cold light shot out on the chest of an undead warrior, a terrifying death wave.
Qi leaked out of his body, and his whole person turned into a black mist floating in the air.
As the silver gun flew, black mist exploded in the air, and wails came from the mouths of the undead warriors. These undead warriors were already at the end of their strength, and even the undead warriors he first encountered
They are not as good as mages, so they are easier to kill.
In a quarter of an hour, hundreds of black mist scattered in the air, and only Ferif and his dozen or so guards were left outside Sharbo City. Ferif was already trembling and unable to stand upright, facing the boy in white.
With a pair of cold eyes, he had lost the courage to escape.
After the young man in white clothes not far away killed all the undead warriors who rushed towards him, he still walked towards Ferif unhurriedly. A huge coercion came from him, which made Ferif couldn't help but feel...
An urge to crawl on the ground.
At this time, the city was already crowded with the people in the city. Seeing the young man in white letting hundreds of undead warriors disappear in such an understatement, everyone's heart was filled with a voice: Is this the legendary heavenly being descending to earth?
The people of Sharbo City have never seen such a scene. The political ax of Sharbo City has always described the undead army as an unrivaled existence. But today, the four thousand soldiers guarding the city were killed.
Not only were they beaten to death, but at the last moment they aimed their guns at them in order to escape.
But in front of them, the white-clothed boy outside the city actually single-handedly picked off a hundred or so undead warriors. Coupled with the dust left behind by the death of the undead cultivators on the ground outside the city, they had begun to imagine in their minds
Just now, there was a spectacular scene where the young man in white fought one against thousands.
Combatton also stood on the top of the city. He looked at the young man in white on the battlefield. Thousands of feelings flashed through his heart like lightning. Who didn't have a dream of being a hero when he was young?
At the beginning, he had also imagined that he could single-handedly reverse the crisis of the entire city of Sharpo, but it turned out that he had used a total of 4,000 people and could not hold on for even an hour.
At this time, the young man in white outside the city was attracting everyone's attention. Everyone was expecting him to enter the city to accept their cheers and admiration after killing the remaining dozen undead warriors.
I saw that the boy in white was less than ten meters away from Ferif. A dozen undead warriors looked at him desperately. The atmosphere was extremely depressed. Suddenly, a guard shouted: "You and I..."
It's a pity that the words ended in a hurry as soon as they started. A cold light hit him between the eyebrows, and he turned into a ball of ashes and disappeared in an instant. Then a few more guards tried to act rashly, but they turned into black mist without even making a sound.
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After killing twelve people in a row, only a middle-aged man who looked like a leader in armor was left. Drops of cold sweat fell from the middle-aged man's head, and his knees suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground.
This middle-aged man was Ferif. At this time, he had already exhausted all his energy and could not think of any resistance. He knelt on the ground and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was obeying everyone's wishes.
The boy in white looked at him with interest, and suddenly said calmly: "Why did you sell your soul and follow the devil's footsteps?"
Ferif raised his head cautiously and replied with sweat on his face: "I was wrong... I shouldn't have sold my soul..."
But the boy in white interrupted his feeble confession, stared at him coldly and continued to ask: "Why?"
After being suddenly interrupted by him, Ferif hesitated for a while, and finally answered cautiously: "I am originally a farmer from Chilieyuan Province. Because ten years ago, there was no harvest in the fields and I could not pay taxes, so the noble masters colluded with each other.
The Holy Judgment calls my family heretics."
Having said this, Ferif raised his head and glanced at the white-robed killing god. Seeing that there was no impatience on his face, he continued slowly: "My father was burned alive, my sister was captured and used as a maid, and I was
Registered as a slave."
"One day a mage came to the town and saw me who was about to freeze to death in the snow. He told me that if I was willing to make a deal with him, I could live..."
When Ferif said this, his eyes began to become a little blurry, and a tear fell from his eye. He choked and said: "If you can survive, who is willing to sell your soul..."
When the young man in white heard this, his face was slightly sad, he sighed softly, and said sadly: "The Holy Court is fatuous and the court is ignorant, which makes the world so difficult..."
After a moment of silence, he said calmly to Ferif who was kneeling on the ground: "You can leave before I change my mind."
Ferif lay on the ground crying for a long time. Unexpectedly, the white-clothed murderer actually let him go. A flash of joy flashed through his heart. He quickly got up and thanked him, but when he turned around, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.
The people in the city didn't know what they said when they saw the boy in white and the undead warrior, and finally let him go. Everyone sighed in their hearts: The boy who looked like a god coming down to earth must have been deceived by this devil.
After the undead warrior ran tens of meters away, the silver spear in the hand of the boy in white suddenly disappeared and turned into a shining golden long bow.
There was a roar of Qilin in the air, and a silver-white arrow shot out of the air, flying towards the running undead warrior like lightning.
A black mist flashed, and at the last moment before his death, Ferif was still thinking about how to take revenge in the future. Unfortunately, he had no chance anymore. He didn't even have the chance to look back, and he disappeared directly into the air.
The young man in white put away his unicorn bow, looked at the scattered ashes, and thought to himself: "Although I want to let you go, good and evil cannot coexist..."
The people on the city wall saw the young man in white shoot the last undead warrior to death with one arrow. In an instant, the crowd roared with joy, and some even cried with joy. A catastrophe was easily resolved by this sudden hero.
Everyone is waiting for the moment when the hero enters the city. This moment is destined to leave a mark in the history of Sharbo City.
But the scene that happened next shocked everyone, because the boy in white did not enter the city, but turned around and left Sharbo City until he gradually faded away and his figure turned into a small black dot.
This disappointed everyone standing at the top of the city. They had been waiting for the hero to enter the city! So some people who were not interested began to prepare to leave the city.
Unexpectedly, Combatton, the city's top commander, shouted: "He hasn't left yet!"
Because he has a ninth-level bronze cultivation, his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people. He has been looking at the figure of the young man in white from a distance, and saw him ascending a hilltop in the distance.
Anisha looked at the young man in white clothes walking toward her. Under the scorching sun, his face was extremely handsome.
She said with a bit of disdain on her cute little face: "Hey, isn't this our great hero David Mo? Remember to leave me alone to blow the cold wind on this mountain!"
David Mo gently touched his nose with his hand and said with a smile: "I don't dare to be a great hero. But Sharbo City can be passed. Princess Anisha, it seems we can be on our way..."