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"Is this so..."

At this time, the 'Saint' Olega calmed down instead. He was no longer as angry as before, as he was at the hands of Xiuji, the poor people who used the runes, and the high wall. His tall and thin figure covered by the black cloak was still upright under the bright silver light of the runes, and his pale face under the hood returned to its original coldness and silence.

"It is an honor for me to be treated so seriously by the youngest 'Magic King' in the entire continent in the past hundred years!"

He raised his hand.

He said these complimenting words expressionlessly.

Li Re also raised his hand: "Your Excellency Saint Olega is too polite."

"You are one of the top 'saints' in the entire Ariel Continent. I have often heard of your name in the kingdom."

"For a being like you, no matter how cautious we are, it's never too much."

"is it?"

A smile appeared on Olega's cold face.

The slowly raised hand seemed to move the air and said: "But no matter how hard you think——"

"Don't even think about trapping a 'Saint'!"

"Even if you have the most honorable title of 'King' in the world, you are still only in this world. We, the church, shepherd the world for the gods, and we still have the power to judge you!"

"It is a power bestowed by the gods, and is superior to your earthly magic!"

Such words fell.

The buzzing vibration sound that just disappeared reappeared! Like rolling dark clouds, more like the rising of wolf smoke in an instant, Olega, trapped between the overlapping rune lights, suddenly exploded and turned into an endless rolling abyss of darkness. Countless dark adult hands suddenly stretched out from it, banging on the flickering light around him.

In the Ariel creation myth, 'Arato' is the angel with a thousand hands.

He has a thousand hands.

It symbolizes death, which means once you are caught, you will be unable to escape no matter what.

And its 'Saint' naturally possesses the power of a thousand hands.

Each hand contains a strong power of death. These hands can even briefly penetrate the gap between life and death, pushing the living into the underworld and briefly reviving the dead.

Upon seeing this, Li Re simply put his raised hands together and clapped them hard.

"Whether you can sleep or not...how can you know if you don't try!"

The light suddenly shrank as he put his palms together, and the runes engraved on the high wall also floated along with it, as if they were going to drill out of the wall along with the light.

next second.

The air seemed to explode...

The rune light shrank and collided violently with the thousands of hands that stretched out from the abyss-like darkness.

Then the light shattered.

There were also bursts of wailing and breaking of thousands of hands as they shook.

Dust and smoke rose up again, filling the front and back of the high walls. Xiu Ji, who had retreated 20 to 30 meters away the moment the battle started, stared at the battle between the 'Spirit King' and the 'Death Saint' with wide eyes, and couldn't help holding his breath.

Soon the dust and smoke gradually dissipated.

Li Re is still here.

The walls remain.

The light just disappeared.

'Saints', gone too!

"Run away?" Xiu Ji was stunned.

There was no trace of the person, nor any wreckage, so the only possibility was that he ran away.

Li Re also loosened his clasped hands, opened his eyes and looked at the nothingness in front of him.

'Saint' Olega did run away.

At the moment of collision.

At the critical moment.

"He's running so decisively...but why does it feel like he's coming towards me?" This thought came to Li Re's mind.

but...

"Forget it, we've already started."

"Then just kill him!"

He raised his right hand again.

From a perspective invisible to everyone, a pale shroud spread out from his body and instantly wrapped around his entire arm in his sleeve.

So Xiu Ji in the distance stared again and again, seeing that the 'saint' had disappeared. At this moment, he saw Li Re raised his right hand and stretched it out, but the end of his arm seemed to sink into the air.

...

"As expected of the legendary magician, the King of Magic—"

"It's really amazing!"

the other side.

Ten miles away from the "border town", among the snowy hills surrounded by howling wind and snow, a voice suddenly sounded, drowning out the sound of the wind.

A dark shadow slowly emerged.

Standing in the snowy field like a ghost.

The 'Saint' Olega, who was in front of the high wall a moment ago, suddenly penetrated the long distance and appeared here in an instant.

He looked down at the tattered corners of the cloak he was wearing, and thought of the suffocating feeling brought by the light flowing from the runes just now. The pale face under the hood was very solemn.

Even though he had displayed the 'Thousand Hands of God' at that moment, he still couldn't block the light.

If the transfer magic had not been used in time.

I'm afraid that by now, his physical body has been destroyed - severely damaged, and can only maintain himself through the art of death, existing as a spirit.

As expected, he is the King of Magic.

He is indeed a 'usurper' with heinous crimes.

You have to know that what he just said was not just harsh words. The mysterious power possessed by the church members, which came from the blessing of the "angels", does have a strong suppressive power on the mysterious magic.

When compared with the same level, magic will be easily defeated by the power bestowed by God.

As the top member of the church and also the Cardinal Archbishop, the "Saint" Olega is equal to the legendary title holder in terms of status.

But he still suffered a defeat at the hands of Li Re, who was given the title of Spirit King!

"I have no chance of defeating him alone."

"Besides, the Blasphemer doesn't seem to be with him."

"My target is the Blasphemer... You can put the Spirit King Li Re aside for now and wait for help before you act!"

The saint who stood still after this long transfer took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart in an instant.

He looked back at the unusually clear area a few miles behind him, the 'usurper town' that was isolated from the wind, snow and cold.

I just planned to bypass it and continue on my way...

Click!

suddenly.

A hand penetrated the wind and snow and suddenly fell on his neck!

'Saint' Olega's eyes suddenly widened.

Reflected in the pupil was a ghost hand suddenly wrapped in a pale shroud.

It's more of a face.

One piece...

'Spiritual King' Li Re's face.

...

Li Re withdrew his hand.

Gululu.

A rotten and decayed head rolled from his palm to the ground as he withdrew his hand.

The world seemed silent at this moment.

Xiuji, who was watching from a distance, widened his eyes, and was horrified at the look of confusion, fear, and uneasiness on the pale, thin face of the head that had rolled to the ground. Although it was rotten and decayed, the general outline of the face could still be seen.

This is the head of 'Saint' Olega.

He had obviously run away.

But he was still killed?

How was he killed?

When was he killed?

Xiu Ji didn't know that it was normal for him to not understand a confrontation of this level.

But when he looked at the expression on Olega's head, he knew that this "saint" had most likely died under unclear circumstances, so it was natural for him to feel horrified.

Killing a saint is an understatement.

And still in the unclear situation...

Is the king of necromancy, 'Spirit King' Li Re, so powerful?

Li Re didn't care about this at all. He just glanced at the head that rolled to his feet, thinking that under the power of the shroud of the "Burial Immortal" profession, let alone a "saint", even if the angels behind them came, they would probably be hit - of course, being hit is one thing, and being able to kill is another. The horrible corpse poison contained in the Burial Immortal may not be able to kill an "angel".

But the attacks targeted at the future were definitely not something they could avoid.

With this move.

Even saints will die completely and there is no possibility of survival.

"His body is three miles away from here, under a snow hill." Li Re looked at Xiu Ji, who was hiding 20 to 30 meters away with a horrified look on his face, and said, "If you go over now, you might be able to see his head being ripped off."

"As for how to deal with it, it's up to you!"

After saying this, Li Re didn't wait for Xiu Ji's response, but waved his hand and walked to the other side of the high wall - to the opposite side of the town.

Over there, the wind and snow still stagnated, but a river was seen flowing by.

A small house stood on the other side of the river.

That was exactly the residence that Li Re had arranged for himself for the past three days.

And this time.

Xiu Ji also came back to his senses. He looked at the head on the ground, then looked at Li Re's back as he turned and left. He couldn't help swallowing and nodded cautiously.

The head of a 'saint' was taken from a place ten miles away.

Is this the 'Spiritual King' Li Re?

It is said that a person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree, but at this moment, Xiu Ji finally understood what a 'Spiritual King' was.

But if he knew that Li Re was talking about more than just killing people across distances.

It is a murder that transcends time.

It is the killing of the 'future' from the 'present' - the scene where Saint Olega was killed just now actually happened at this moment in the 'future' relative to the past.

I guess it's not just a thriller, right?

...

[Player: Li Re (projection state)]

[Evolution degree: 39.9%]

[Occupations: Supernatural·Yin Yang Guardian (Skywalker), Supernatural·Immortal Burial, Heavenly Master (Incomplete/lost mythological and legendary characteristics due to incompleteness), Mystical·Necromancer, Mystical·Rune Creator (Character Maker)]

[Owned Item: Chariot of the Dead (D+)]