Dalloway's potion has strong magical energy erosion, and many knights will be transformed into monsters by magical energy pollution if they don't even insist on the end of the potion.

Even if it has survived the effects of the medicine, the body is basically severely disabled, and it is severely polluted by magic energy, and it needs to go through a long recovery period.

But Morosad can't care about this anymore. Even if he dies, he will stop Claude.

A tide-like power surged out of his body, and he felt omnipotent at the moment.

"What's the difference between you and me at this moment?" Claude showed more smiles and more mockery.

"The difference is huge. I'm a high-ranking knight in Fossa City, Morossad. And you are a cult bishop, creating a terrifying murderer. This is our difference." Morossad roared, trying to suppress The pain of the constant magic energy hitting the nerves.

"Hehe, once a determined knight like you falls, it will become even more terrifying. I will personally guide you into the temple and become a knight of the gods." Claude stepped forward, and there was a pure expression in his old eyes. The blazing white, dragged the knight's sword with a thunder-like black light.

"Delusion."

The blazing holy flame soared, covering Claude's entire field of vision for a moment, and the next moment the sharp knight swung down.

The predictable thing still didn't happen. Claude, as if he knew where Morosad would chop off from, turned slightly sideways and avoided the attack, and then the Knight Sword fiercely looked at Morosad.

Morosad had returned to the defense with all his strength, and the two swords collided again. Claude had unimaginable strength. Morosad only felt that his entire ear was full of sharp beeps, and then the cold stinging pain was uploaded from his cheeks. Come.

The black light knight sword pressed over his knight sword, the blade swept across his face, and a tragic sword wound extended from the brow bone to his forehead.

Fluttering blood spilled on the wet walls.

Claude's body swayed, and a ghost appeared behind Morosad, followed by the knight's sword raised high, and then it fell like a beheading.

The position of the slash was Morosad's shoulder. Claude intentionally grabbed Morosad and led him to degenerate into a black knight, so he wouldn't kill him.

The sound of the jingle sounded, and the knight's sword was blocked under the black light knight's sword, blocking Claude's brutal slash.

When the two swords collided, Morosad's strength was still much weaker. The Black Light Knight's sword pressed against the Holy Flame Knight's sword and hit his shoulders, like being hit by a heavy blunt weapon, causing the bones to crack.

His body was crushed short, and he knelt down on one knee.

Claude immediately kicked Morosad in the head, another heavy blow, and Morosad slammed into the wall.

Black thunder surged, piercing Morosad's shoulders and nailing him to the wall.

Claude rushed to the next blow and made Morosad incapacitated, but the surging holy flame struck, and he was forced to retreat.

Morosad stood up again, the pain of the body being pierced under the pain of the tormented nerves was not strong, not even worth mentioning.

Morosad holds the sword, the world is distorting in his vision, and Claude is also distorting in his eyes.

Fel pollution has affected his vision. As a top knight in Fossa City, this slight twist would not affect him at all.

There was a burning sensation in his body, which was the whining of the Sacred Silver Bolt, reminding him that he was about to reach his limit.

The body is in the shape of a bow, and the next second it will kill like an arrow from a string.

The sword and the sword collided with everything, the holy flame and black light scattered, and under the distorted vision, it seemed like a fire ignited. After the fire, Claude became a terrifying monster.

The two parted at one touch, and collided like lightning, like two wild beasts colliding violently.

It's like a young male lion in the lion group challenging the lion king, stepping on the corpse of the lion king and becoming the new king.

Morosad is a young lion.

Claude is the old lion king. Although he is old, he is powerful. Although the lion king is old, he is still the lion king.

The more the two fought, the more fierce they were, and the aura on their bodies was constantly violent and fierce.

Whether it is the source blood in Claude's body, or the Daloye potion in Morosad's body, they are frantically giving their respective bodies the chips to defeat the other.

Although this chip is a gift from death, a gift from hell.

Somehow, Claude laughed, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

He was not mocking Morosad, but some memories buried in his mind poured out.

He has been engaged in such a fierce and invigorating fight for a long time, the blood is rushing in the old body, the more he slashes, the more he can feel the powerful power surging in the body, as if it was the power of youth, as if in the In this death battle, time is running backwards, and the body is waking up.

It seems to be returning to the time when she was full of charm and high ambition decades ago.

"It's a story worth remembering."

Morosad was silent, his bloodshot eyes staring at Claude's body, completely focused, without the slightest distraction.

Judging the trajectory of his sword, he wanted to seize Claude's flaws and bring the disadvantage back.

Claude was too strong, even if he was slightly distracted, he didn't give Morosad any chance.

The impact of the Wild Hunt brought boiling black light and holy flames~lightnovelpub.net~ Morosad stepped back more than ten steps, stomped the ground with his sword, gasped for breath, and spit out scorching air from his mouth and nose. The whine of the Silver Bolt.

Black scales appeared on Claude's face, and the scales were spreading and growing.

The black scales represent that the source blood has awakened to a very deep level, representing that his body is undergoing irreversible alienation.

Claude touched the scales on his face and sighed.

Twenty years ago, it was impossible for a blood awakening of this level to be alienated so quickly.

Especially now, his body is already old, and alienation will bring him huge damage.

"Even if I'm old, it's enough to deal with you." Claude glanced at Morosad and stepped forward again, turning his long sword into a black thunder.

The swept gust of wind set off soaring holy flames, and the two swords collided again.

Morosad roared and tried his best to resist Claude's strong attack. He was like a beast in a desperate situation, making his last struggle.

Pushing Claude's body against the wall.

The holy flame surged in the narrow space, engulfing the black light, hitting Claude Shang's body, and his priest's robe burned under the holy flame.

The flesh and blood were scorched in the holy flame, and a large amount of black gas surged out of the wound, and the flesh and blood solidified into black scales, which resisted the burning of the holy flame.

At this moment, a black shadow jumped out from the wall of the sewer and set foot on their battlefield.

The shadow jumped down from the wall and turned into a black masked man.

"Go and catch the guinea pig." Claude shouted.

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