Witch Monastery

"You betrayed me," she said. "I had died in battle, and my soul could have found peace. But you asked your subordinates to forcibly bring me back to the world in this state."

She said this, raised her hand and pointed at his head: "You and your shameful desire for control should go to hell together!"

As she spoke, she stretched out a finger. At her fingertips, countless yellow sands condensed into a sharp spear, shooting straight at the Death Knight.

The Death Knight did not dodge at all, and rushed forward to meet her attack. The sand gun spun and hit the Death Knight's chest directly, like an electric drill at full power.

Generally, start drilling——

The sand spear continued to move forward and shatter, covering an increasingly larger area. However, apart from polishing the Death Knight's armor to a more shiny finish, it had no effect at all.

The armor on the latter was not ordinary, and he was a master of heavy armor. He was completely the nemesis of Fatima, a spellcaster who could scrape a large area. Even if she tried to concentrate her strength now, it would be difficult to cause real damage to him.

This battle can only be ended by myself.

Looking at the battle over there, Hawthorne had already made up his mind.

"Fatima!" he shouted loudly, "Don't argue with him, go support Anno and the others, I will deal with him!"

Fatima frowned when she heard the voice, but knowing her own situation, she did not refuse. She turned around and ran straight towards Anno and others.

Hawthorne first recited the spell of the curse sword, allowing the cold power to wrap around the death knight, and then his body turned into a stream of light, holding the double-headed sword, and swooped down towards the target -

The Death Knight was not at all panicked. He raised his greatsword, took a defensive and offensive stance, and waited for his arrival.

It’s a long story, but in reality, everything happened in a flash, and the two of them had already collided—

clang--

The two swords collided, and Hawthorne felt a huge force coming from his hands, which made his palms numb.

However, he was not fighting with swords. The double-headed sword in his hand began to spin, and the blade on the other end cut straight towards the death knight's shoulder.

However, the Death Knight's movements were even faster. The greatsword in his hand turned and slashed towards his waist at a speed faster than Hawthorne's double-headed sword.

"Shield!"

In a hurry, Hawthorne chanted the shield spell. At the same time, the magic of the witch armor appeared, combined with the magic armor and false life, a full four layers of protection were stacked on his body -

Then, as his sword cut through the Death Knight's armor, the latter's magic sword broke through his layers of defense and slashed at his waist!

"snort--!"

A sharp pain suddenly hit his waist, and he couldn't help but groan. Then he flapped his wings behind him and quickly distanced himself when the Death Knight launched a third attack.

The Death Knight's third sword swing missed, but he was not discouraged. He resumed his offensive and defensive posture, waiting for Hawthorne's next attack.

At the same time, he slowly opened his mouth and taunted, "Are you the gigolo that Fatima found in this era?"

"I can see that you have a nice face and a fairly strong waist. You are a good candidate for a male concubine. If I were still alive, I might favor you a bit."

He mocked like this, trying to provoke Hawthorne's anger, but the latter completely ignored his words and was not angry at all.

Hawthorne reached for his waist, and in an instant his hands were covered in blood.

Without delay, he quickly cast a healing spell to heal the wound on his waist. The pain gradually subsided, and he looked down at the death knight and took a deep breath.

It’s not good. Although it’s very efficient to fight him with a double-headed sword, the sword in this guy’s hand is also a divine weapon from the Lord of the Abyss, and may even be more powerful than his own sword - after all, Mompot is just an unknown Lord of the Abyss, and Ocas is a powerful existence with a long history!

Given the situation, it would not be wise to continue engaging him in close combat.

In this case, then...

Taking a deep breath, he temporarily put away the double-headed sword in his hand, took out the battle mage wand, and then began to chant the spell: "Eldritch Blast!"

Magic energy explodes!

He did not spare any magic power, and used the Illusionist's arm guards and the super magic "instant spell" together. In an instant, wheel-sized magic circles appeared in the air in groups of six. In a short while, twenty-four magic circles appeared in the air, and they all fired fierce energy beams at the Death Knight!

However, although this scene seemed grand, the results were extremely limited: this guy looked very clumsy in his plate armor, but in fact his movements were extremely flexible. He could avoid most of the magic energy explosions by slightly turning sideways. Even if he was hit by accident, most of the damage would be offset by the armor on his body!

The magic energy exploded into countless pieces of ice, which looked like white mist, but it didn't cause much damage at all!

This guy is not Monport, he is not that huge, and there are no holes in his armor. Now there is no druid as powerful as Adele to tie up his limbs and turn him into a complete living target!

Even while dodging these energy beams, the Death Knight still had time to counterattack!

He held the sword in one hand and stretched out his left hand. In an instant, a black fireball the size of a basketball appeared in his hand.

A strong bad premonition rose in Hawthorne's heart, and he hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The Death Knight waved his hand, and the fireball locked onto his body and chased him straight ahead -

"Absorb Elements!"

He chanted the spell of "absorb elements" and flapped his wings to try to evacuate. However, the fireball looked like flames, but in fact it was pure negative energy, the power of undead creatures - and then the completely negative power invaded his body, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his internal organs like being pricked by needles!

He had used the power of the "Curse Sword Curse" countless times to corrode other people's internal organs.

Today, the same evil consequences fell on his own head!

The feeling of pain rose in his heart, and his magic power output was temporarily interrupted. However, a second fireball appeared in the hand of the Death Knight!

No, I can’t beat him!

He couldn't beat him in close combat, and he couldn't beat him in ranged combat either. Apart from the advantage of being able to fly, he didn't have much advantage when facing this Death Knight!

So what to do next?

Shake people?

He glanced around and saw that the old lady Silver Dragon was holding back the dragon lich, and An Nuo and the others were assisting the moon elves. No one could support him unless they put him in danger!

You have to rely on yourself!

but……

There is a trick that you can try!

Taking a deep breath, Hawthorne came up with a bolder plan.

Since I can't beat this guy even if I fight him alone, then I'll try to create a more favorable environment for myself!

Coincidentally, a higher-level spell that he had recently practiced could help him complete this process.

Hawthorne's heart was beating wildly. He looked down at the ground from high in the sky, then chanted a spell loudly and cast a spell with the Death Knight as the center:

"Fire Storm!"

Seventh-ring spell, Firestorm.

Endless flames immediately surrounded the Death Knight.

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

The Death Knight sneered, because his armor was indestructible, not only could it defend against all kinds of attacks from the outside world, but it could also resist the erosion of the elements. This level of fire was completely not enough for him.

He mocked Hawthorne's arrogance, but then he gradually felt that something was wrong.

His feet began to feel weak, and the ice began to loosen. Even though his weight was not exaggerated, after being burned by the fire, the ice under his feet had become fragile and could no longer bear any gravity!

The direction in which the fire storm expanded was actually towards his feet!

"Um?!"

Realizing what Hawthorne's real purpose was, the fallen prince was immediately shocked and angry. He raised his foot and prepared to retreat to the side, but at this moment, Hawthorne suddenly swooped down, the double-headed sword in his hand once again lit up the glow of magic energy, and then fiercely slashed his shoulder with the sword -

boom--

With a tremendous repulsive force, the sword was like a heavy hammer falling from the sky, hitting the fragile ice surface, and instantly smashing everything through!

Chapter 713 Purification of the Death Knight

bang——

The result of the ice being broken was that Hawthorne and the Death Knight fell into the deep sea together. Hawthorne did not stop for a moment, holding the Death Knight's body tightly, falling into the deep sea again and again!

"call--"

He blew out a series of bubbles, and the cold seawater instantly enveloped him. However, the power provided by "Tasha's extraordinary form" instantly enveloped his body, making him as flexible as a fish, and he could freely flip up and down in the water, even more freely than when he was on the ground.

On the other hand, the Death Knight's movements were obviously more strenuous. He kept falling in the water, stirring up countless splashes, but because he had no leverage and his armor was too heavy, he could only roll up and down in the water, unable to even stabilize his posture.

In contrast, Hawthorne's speed in the water was even faster than in the air. He quickly circled under the Death Knight, and when he was caught off guard, he slashed from bottom to top with his sword magic power -

boom--

With the tremendous repulsive force coming, this guy's body was like a ball hit by Hawthorne. It suddenly rose for a distance and then struggled to continue descending.

"Ugh—!"

The Death Knight roared, however, even though he had practiced underwater combat, that only allowed him to maintain normal combat power when walking on the seabed.

In this semi-water body where his feet were not touching the ground, without any special equipment to assist him, and without even a stable fulcrum, his flexibility was far inferior to Hawthorne's, and he could hardly even mount a decent counterattack!

"Well--!"

He stretched out his left hand, and a dark flame ignited on his hand again, and then threw it out, chasing after Hawthorne. However, in this cold sea water, the resistance encountered by the magic fireball was a hundred times greater than in the air, so its speed was as slow as a turtle, and its power was consumed in the process of flying!

Hawthorne simply vibrated the two fins on his back and turned around in the air, easily avoiding the fireball. Then he moved closer again and slashed at him with a sword!

This Death Knight has completely become a sitting duck and a tool for Hawthorne to play with!

Hawthorne still maintained a high speed. Even though the time of "Tasha's extraordinary form" was running out, he did not feel the slightest bit of tension or anxiety in his heart at this moment.

Surrounded by the cold sea water, he felt his heart was empty and as comfortable as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

The sea water did not cause much hindrance to his body. Even the surging undercurrents seemed to be following his wishes, actively lifting his arms and legs, assisting his movements, helping him to exert better strength, making him swim faster and hit the Death Knight with greater force!

Two minutes have passed quietly, but the duration of "Tasha's extraordinary form"

But it didn't end. Hawthorne even felt that he had entered a higher, better, and more mysterious state, as if he had become the master of this ocean and could mobilize all the power around him!

"you--"

Suddenly, the Death Knight in front of him sensed something. He opened his mouth and roared in extreme anger: "You, also come from the deep sea!"

"You are the apostle of the Old One!"

Hawthorne was stunned.

What is this guy talking about?

Me? An apostle of the Great Old Ones?

He couldn't help but sneer at the guy's angry accusations.

It seems that this guy has really been in the seal for many years and has been tortured by himself to the point of going crazy. He can actually say such words.

In this case, his words probably have no reference value at all. We shouldn't waste more time on him, we should just eliminate him as soon as possible!

Without further hesitation, nor wasting words with this guy, seeing that this guy's armor had been destroyed by him and there was not much defensive power left, Hawthorne did not make any more detours, but went forward head-on, silently chanting "Purification", and then stabbed his sword straight into his chest -

laugh--

At this moment, the Death Knight, who was no longer able to organize any decent defense, could only watch as Hawthorne's sword pierced his chest. A soft but intensely painful white light lit up, and immediately his entire body and soul began to tremble!

He felt pain, and most importantly, he realized that this power could wipe out his current body and soul, destroying him completely without leaving any traces, leaving him with no chance of ever coming back!

Am I going to die like this?

My family... my kingdom... my people...

Will those grudges never be repaid because of this Sein man who shamelessly surrendered to the Old Ruler?

No, you can't!

I don’t accept——!

His eyes suddenly opened, and raging anger burned in his red pupils.

No matter what, I will take revenge!

I'll make you pay the price!

"Ocus——!"

He opened his mouth, and in his throat, which had long been hoarse like a sawed piece of dead wood, he furiously shouted out the power of the Abyss Lord: "I will leave all this to you——!"

"And my request is to kill him——!"

He roared, and at this moment, he completely gave up all suppression of the magic sword in his hand, allowing its power to invade his body and completely take over all his knowledge, all magic and all power!

He dedicated everything he had gained after struggling for so long to the Lord of the Abyss!

In front of him, Hawthorne's face changed drastically. He wanted to stop it, but it was too late!

“Hehehehahahahahaha—!”

The Death Knight's chest split open, and a terrifying laugh emanated from it. A dark force with a smell of corruption emanated from it, and then continued to spread and grow in the sea water!