Zongman, the harem life of the healing wizard

Facing each other from a distance, Emperor Vlachia looked deeply at the black-haired young man.

"My dear sister, you have found a good knight."

“Yes, he is my Sun Knight, who is always successful.” Priscilla said proudly, “His absolute strength is enough to crush all conspiracies and tricks.”

"But you still fell into my trap. This Sword Slave Island will be your grave. Come out, my God General!"

Of the nine generals of the empire, the strongest Qing Lei can even rival the Sword Saint Reinhard. The strongest ones at the same level as them are monsters like Sword Saint, Divine Dragon and Sage.

In this era, all that no longer exists.

Hide your trump card and attack with all your strength!

Wen Senlin even used the palace magician to cast a spell to change the sky. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in.

The sun was blocked.

Priscilla's heart sank, knowing that today would be a tough battle.

Three life-saving gems were not enough. This brother was very calculating and knew her weaknesses too well.

"Priscilla, you need to think more." Vincent said slowly, "From childhood to adulthood, your biggest problem has been arrogance and underestimation of the enemy."

"But I love it."

Nangong Xuan, however, defended the girl in red and took her hand. Yang, one of the six-color elves, was shared with Priscilla.

"Today, not even one of the beloved gems will be broken."

“You…”

It’s my little sun.

Priscilla suddenly smiled gently.

"If you can get out of here alive, are you willing to marry me?"

"of course."

"Even if I'm a widow, you won't mind?"

Nangong smiled and said, "I want to marry a female emperor."

"If there is no other way, then take back my 'King's Treasure'. Vlachia, your emperor...is back."

Priscilla's eyes were as sharp as torches, and she exuded a charming charm. Wen Senlin's face turned pale, and he could clearly feel that this king's aura far surpassed his own.

"Yang Sword!"

Time went back to the present. Priscilla drew the flaming sword from the void and recalled the handsome face of the black-haired young man, feeling warm in her heart.

Just like us back then, two swords joined forces!

Sirius felt a strong pressure, and the skin under the bandage had a familiar burning sensation.

No, it's the fire of the sun that is a hundred times hotter than when you were burned and disfigured!

"boom!"

The zombie-like [Angry Archbishop] swung his chains and also launched a mysterious fire attack.

"My fire is above you."

Priscilla swung the [Yang Sword] and easily cut off the flames. At the same time, the sun-like flames blasted at Sirius.

I am the sun!

Meanwhile, Anastasia ran up to the western control tower, panting. Julius was naturally worried because she didn't even bring Dona Fox with her.

The top of the tower was pitch black.

A dirty homeless boy was huddled in the corner.

The purple-haired Lolita hesitated and asked, "Are you okay?"

Another one of the [Bishop of Gluttony], [Evil Eater] Roy Alfarud. In the darkness, the dishevelled waif grinned.

Just as the kind-hearted Anastasia was about to lend a helping hand, she was stopped by the purple-haired knight.

"Lady Anna, be careful!"

“What a bummer.” Anastasia curled her lips. “Do you think I would fall for such a clumsy trap? I already had information that Crusch was attacked by the Archbishop of Gluttony. I wanted to catch him off guard and give him a fatal blow.”

"elder brother……"

Roy showed hatred in his eyes and attacked people violently.

[Evil Food] stretched out his long tongue and was about to lick the purple-haired loli's hand, but Julius risked his life to block it.

Anastasia stepped back repeatedly, putting her hand on her chest, still frightened.

"The back of my hand can only be kissed by that person."

Julius felt bitter after hearing these words. He was loyal and still drew his sword to fight against the Archbishop of Gluttony, instantly entering the six-color Elf Knight state.

"Al Crowlista!"

Anastasia couldn't help but worry about her subordinates, and hurriedly said, "Yuri, you'd better retreat. I have a way to deal with this guy..."

“Lady Anna, you didn’t even bring Donna with you. This is my duty as a knight.” Julius said with a restrained expression.

Even the "worst knight".

Anna hesitated and asked, "Can we win?"

"It will win."

The purple-haired knight was in a heavy mood.

Julius could no longer fail.

"Did I hit the wrong person?" Roy licked his dirty palms. "It doesn't matter. I'll eat you first, Julius Euclius!"

The name is too long and it is troublesome to eat.

In the Eastern Control Tower, Nangong Xuan took Emilia and Satira to the top of the tower.

Unexpectedly, there were no Archbishops of Sin guarding this place, only "ordinary" witch cultists, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, with their faces covered.

Emilia asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

“There are not many Archbishops of Sin left.” Nangong said leisurely.

The [Archbishop of Greed], who was supposed to be the strongest, had been eliminated long ago. Even if Pandora used all the power of the Witch Cult and even sent out the black snake to make up the numbers, it could not fill the gap in combat power.

The scheming "Witch of Disguise" has not yet shown up.

The tall and fat man in black robe suddenly moved.

"puff!"

His shirt suddenly burst open, and eight arms suddenly stretched out, followed by the slender woman in black robes, who used a sword as fast as a wind.

"clang!"

Nangong Xuan summoned the [Dragon Sword] and blocked the joint attack of the two with the scabbard. A touch of emerald appeared in his eyes, and the elf's eyes had already seen through the identity under the black robe.

"Regulus's defeated general, one of Vlakia's former generals, [War God Eight-Armed Kurgan]? And the previous [Sword Saint]..."

Nangong Xuan stopped talking.

The knowledgeable Satila warned: "Be careful, they are zombies! They may be made by some powerful water magic."

"The Witch Cult even plays with the bodies of the dead?" Emilia's face was as gloomy as water.

Nangong Xuan felt that the [Dragon Sword] in his hand had reacted to the woman in front of him, because she was its long-lost former owner.

Do you want to bury her yourself and let her soul rest in peace?

Nangong had an epiphany. [Dragon Sword] Reid could not disobey his huge dragon power, and could only obey when he was unwilling to unsheathe, but this was the first time he was so active.

The sword revealed a sad emotion.

"Aimi, Satella, I'll leave Kurgan to you." Nangong said calmly, "I want to talk to her with the sword."

The Sword Master's Divine Protection!

Nangong Xuan drew his sword, and there was a sound of sword chanting.

Without activating the [Dragon Sword], the gusts of air from drawing the sword alone blew away the witch hats of the two men in black robes, revealing the faces of the dead.

A waterfall of fiery red hair fluttered in the wind of the sword. The mysterious woman revealed her young face, which was covered with ominous magic patterns.

"The previous generation's [Sword Saint] was Theresa van Astraea. No, I took the title of [Sword Saint], so I should call you senior." Nangong said in a deep voice.

Perhaps influenced by the aura of the Dragon Sword, Thearesia regained consciousness briefly, and felt an inexplicable sense of closeness from the black-haired young man in front of her, a familiar protection.

"My wonderful grandson has grown up? No, that's not right!"

No iconic red hair.

[The Sword Saint's Divine Protection] actually fell into the hands of others!

Thearesia was stunned and asked, “Young man, who are you…”

"Talking is useless, the sword decides the outcome."

Chapter 308 The Most Beautiful Killer

"So strong..."

In Emilia's opinion, [Battle God Eight-Armed Kurgan] was like a god of war. Such a person was killed so easily by the Archbishop of Sin that even his corpse was made into a puppet.

"Aimee, let me help you!"

Satira activated her power.

After losing a large number of factors and the personality of the [Witch of Jealousy], her strength was severely reduced, but her ability to control shadows remained unchanged.

Countless shadows swept over, and could only barely control Kurgan's eight arms.

"Ice Sword!"

Emilia manifested a crystal clear rapier in her hand and rushed forward.

On the other side, although Theresa regained some consciousness, her body was still controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes, and she launched a series of sword skills towards Nangong.

"Be careful, young man. I have the [Divine Protection of the God of Death]. The wounds I received cannot heal and will continue to bleed."

Thearesia, who was upright, wanted to warn her opponent even after her death.

"Thank you."

Nangong Xuan dodged and saw Theresa pierce Kurgan's chest with a sword.

"puff!"

Even the corpse showed the effect of [Death God's Protection] and shed horrible black blood.

“Does this kind of zombie puppet even inherit the protection it had in life?” Satila’s heart sank.

"Nice swordsmanship, but not enough." Nangong said calmly, "You've been dead for fifteen years, and you've been caught up by Wilhelm."

"Is he still alive?"

Nangong said: "It's pretty good, but I'm a little forgetful."

Thearesia had a complicated look on her face. She thought her husband, who was still alive, was suffering from Alzheimer’s.

“It’s been fifteen years.”

"You still retain the memories of your previous life, and your soul has not returned to the [Corridor of Memory]. It seems that your soul has been collected by Pandora." Nangong understood.

Both power and protection are attached to the soul. In order to ensure that the corpse soldiers can have the full strength they had before they were born, the Witch of Disguise imprisoned their souls.

"That's right. I didn't lose to the White Whale because I lost the [Divine Protection of the Sword Saint], but someone was secretly controlling it. It was a witch who had never appeared in history. Is her name Pandora?"

“In order for Capella to fulfill her wish to destroy the country, you are an obstacle. Lugnica’s [Sword Saint] will die here.”

At that time, the white-haired girl in my memory had a faint smile on her face.

"You can't let the white whale eat you. Otherwise, you will lose your existence and memory and become useless."

Thearesia returned to the present, unable to control her body, and faced the black-haired young man with her sword.