Chapter 1968 Excalibur Confrontation

Erasia border.

A few people dressed in different styles were walking along the gravel path unique to Erasia. Suddenly, feeling the approach of a powerful aura, they stopped in unison.

"Who's there? Show up now!" One of the elf swordsmen stepped forward with a horizontal sword, stopped several people nearby, and questioned the sky with vigilant eyes.

As if in response to his words, a golden light shone in the sky, and the dense clouds were also dispersed by the light, revealing a handsome seraph among the clouds.

"Apex of legend... who are you?" The elf raised his sword and pointed at the seraphim in the cloud. Feeling the invisible terrifying pressure, the blade in the elf's hand trembled faintly, and he was even a little unsteady, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.

"My name is wonderful."

The angel glanced at him indifferently. It was only now that the elf noticed that there was a soul-like creature beside the seraph.

"In front of the majesty of God, there is no place for sneaky people, and no place for all evil to hide."

As the seraphim chanted, golden light poured down from the sky. The dazzling light caused the elf's eyes to swell and he had to close them.

After a while, he opened his eyes until the light dissipated, but unexpectedly noticed that there was a figure of a man in white beside him.

Not only him, but the vampires who followed in the team also saw the man at this moment,

"Is that what you really look like? An ancient lich who lost his body, Erich..." Looking at the man in white, the vampire Tamik narrowed his eyes and murmured.

"He came to look for me." Looking at the seraph above the sky, Erich said slowly.

"He's here to find..." In front of the man in white, North, the necromancer with a nervous expression, was about to repeat his words, but his voice was interrupted by him.

"North, don't repeat it anymore, at this moment, they can all see me." Erich's eyes swept across the audience, and finally stopped on the seraphim in the sky.

"Dear Archangel Michael, the last time I saw you was hundreds of years ago." He said slightly respectfully.

"Sinner." Erich's respect was met with the archangel's glaring, "You have turned your back on God's evil heresy, how dare you return to the Holy Kingdom?"

"I have never betrayed God. It is you who have truly betrayed God. You have done unrighteous things in the name of God. I have seen all this clearly five hundred years ago." The man in white shook his head. Loudly said.

"Righteousness and unrighteousness cannot be distinguished by ordinary humans. Only God's guidance can explain all of this." Seraphim replied.

"Discrimination and elimination of alien races other than humans, even their children, is this also God's guidance?" Erich asked.

"The righteousness you speak of is just the blood of human beings. It is a crime, but you think it is justice. Like those heretics, you are just trying to use your own ideas to tamper with God's teachings!" The seraphim replied, "God has said that the blasphemer will not be allowed to live! How dare you argue with me if you haven't even clarified the doctrine?"

"God is merciful. Those words could not have come from the mouth of God. You have tampered with all of this!" For the first time, the man in white showed emotion and anger.

The seraph shook his head, with pity in his eyes.

Beside the angel, the white holy spirit said proactively: "Erich, the Holy Kingdom is not a place for you to run wild, return to the cursed land in the east, that is your destination."

There is a kind of magical power in his words, which is an order that cannot be refused. As his voice spreads, both the elf swordsman and the vampire on the side are in a trance at this moment, subconsciously stepping back .

"The power of the holy word? It's a pity that the power of the holy word can't take effect on people who also have the holy word." Erich shook his head, "You all wake up, you don't have to be controlled by words anymore."

As Erich's words spread, several people nearby suddenly regained consciousness, and looked at the Holy Spirit in the air with horrified expressions. Under the command of the power of the Holy Word, they completely lost control of their bodies. If Erich hadn't stepped forward in time, they would have been unable to get rid of this power at all.

"That's..." Looking at the holy spirit in the sky, the elf swordsman showed a puzzled expression. The face of the holy spirit was very similar to someone in his memory.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, even the stigmata have fallen, you can still retain this power." Seeing that the Holy Word was released, the Seraphim's expression changed slightly, and after the power of the Holy Word expired, he wanted to deal with this It is not an easy task to name an ancient heresy.

"I will arrive at the holy city of Standwick, and then complete what I have failed. No one can stop me." Erich said with a firm expression.

A strong momentum emanated from the archangel's body, as if a gilded sword appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man in white below: "Look at Erasia now, you have led to the Holy See The decline of God, you let the glory of God completely fade on this land, is this the result you want?"

"I understand everything you said, it was not my intention. I will make amends and save it all." Erich said loudly.

"You won't. If you don't even want to sincerely confess to God, how can people believe you?"

The sword blade in the Archangel's hand flashed with golden light, and the air was filled with pious prayers. The golden light blessed his body, making him even stronger, and he was ready to fight.

Erich sighed deeply, he held it in the air, and the emerald green blade in the hand of the elven swordsman was released immediately, and fell into the right hand of the necromancer Noth instead.

"What..." North was stunned. At this moment, his right hand seemed to have lost control, and his movements were exactly the same as those of the man in white in the distance.

"This Wind Chasing Blade, although not comparable to the Excalibur Angel Alliance in your hand, is also full of the will of a hero."

A strong aura rose from the emerald green blade in North's hand, and the elf swordsman on the side looked stunned. Compared with when it was in his hands, the aura emanating from the Wind Chaser Blade was stronger, and even the space could not bear it faintly Hold the powerful force gathered on the blade of the wind.

The elven swordsman had many questions in his mind. Why was that ancient lich able to meet the archangel who guarded Erathia, and why was he able to completely control the blade of the wind and exert the original power of the sword?

Before the elven swordsman could ask, the golden sword glow that was enough to separate the sky and tear the earth was slashed towards the seraph in the sky, and the seraph was also not to be outdone, and waved the divine sword in his hand to greet him.