Necromancy God of Heroes of Might and Magic

In the eyes of some of the crusaders who took off their helmets, he saw some kind of fire, and the fire was born, not because the crusaders were deceived, but because of his coming.

"You are lying! This is the Divine Vestige I have seen with my own eyes, how dare you defame the will of God?" a crusader glared at him, loudly said.

"Who is he? Does anyone know him?" More crusaders were talking head to head about Samson's identity, but none of them could recognize the questioning person. identity of.

Samson held the magic eye and looked at the bishop surrounded by many crusaders, with hatred on his face.

He thought about everything in the past, and everything seemed to be the bishop. The former Samson sacrificed his own children under the temptation of Bishop. Now, he can't bear to see more people being deceived.

"He's a heretic."

Bishop's words, like a fabled word, instantly calmed the noisy battlefield. The nearby Crusaders who were still discussing spiritedly were now looking at the Swordsman with hatred.

"Have you seen the evil creature on his shoulders? That's blasphemy!" bishop said loudly, pointing to Samson.

"It's not like this..." Samson realized what Bishop said, not long ago, the magic eye that the dark yellow monster gave him, he has always been with him, and now it has become a heretic. symbol.

"He must have been sent by heretic to blow our morale! None of the spiders around him bit him!" A familiar voice from Samson rang from the Crusaders, which belonged to the Dark Yellow Devil The voice, which suddenly made him face changed.

He rushed to the direction of the voice, and what greeted him was the blade held high in the hands of the Crusaders.

Samson stared all around in a daze, at his feet, the spider that had been blocking him, suddenly became docile in this brief moment, as he approached, blocking him. The crusaders in front of him were attacked by spiders one after another, but he was fine.

"Damn..." In this brief moment, Samson had realized the plan of the dark yellow demon, and he yelled angrily, "Elliot, come out and meet me!"

He was answered by silent crusaders, and bright swords reflecting fire.

I don't know when, under the influence of the dark red mist, Samson's rash on his body disappeared in this brief moment, and there was no trace left.

As bishop said, at this time, he is like a real heretic.

"Archers, turn your weapons on him." The general in charge, in this brief moment, also made the decision, "The evil heretic cannot be allowed to blaspheme our god."

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"Listen to me..." Samson was about to say something, when the crusaders in front of him leaned down, and the fine arrows behind him shot at his body.

He waved the blade in his hand, trying to block the arrows that were approaching him. Suddenly, a strong itching sensation appeared in his limbs. After all, his movements were slowed down by half a beat, and he was not able to prevent them all. .

Several arrows shot into his body, his roar resounded through the battlefield, and even the two sorcerers who were fighting in the air were a little slower.

samson knew how to deal with archer , he rushed into the siege of crusaders , as long as he was close enough to those crusaders , archer would not let go easily if he was worried about accidental injury arrow.

The magic eye lost control, he couldn't see where the bishop was, he fell into the deep darkness once again, but he could hear, hear the rush of panic and guilty conscience. With the sound of breathing, he found where the bishop was.

Even if his actions are not understood by others, the only thing he can do, and also the way to make up for the fault of until now, is to end the life of the blasphemer who fooled others.

Seeing that he faced the obstacles of the Crusaders and rushed to the bishop, he was about to cut off the blade in his hand, but a pure white barrier greeted him.

The high priest in the sky also discovered the abnormality and cast a spell to save bishop's life.

"No..." Samson roared, slamming down the barrier with the hilt of his sword, but the barrier was intact.

(end of this chapter)