It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 But at this moment Roman has no time to worry about Elbane's abnormal performance. If he doesn't do anything, then the saint will really blow up.

　　 Although the power of the explosion is strong, it is easy for Roman to leave if he wants to go, but in that way, he has been busy for nothing in the past few days, but in the end he didn't get anything. Empty hands are obviously not Roman's style of doing things.

　　 Roman's eyes narrowed slightly, and his foot lightly stepped on the ground. A stone pillar pierced the ground and moved his body quickly upwards.

　　 At this moment, the figure of the saint was completely shrouded in dazzling golden light, and a group of golden-red flames burned around, like a miniature sun.

　　 When approaching the saint's side, the surrounding sacred power was already rich to an extremely exaggerated level. The saint's body had been completely incinerated by the holy flame, leaving only pure and bursting energy.

The bishop's robes on Roman's body were instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature, but shortly after Roman's body appeared a series of dark green vines, these vines intertwined and wandered around him, and finally turned into a seat embroidered with dark red. Patterned dark green robe.

"seal up!"

Roman stretched out his hand to the saint volleyed and pressed, only to see a huge figure made of black smoke rise quietly behind him, the doll is wobbly behind him, and the black mist is lingering, this is the Wraith doll dominating the Wraith The avatar possessed after reaching a certain number.

　　 Originally, the number of Wraiths dominated in the secret realm reached two thousand. After a year of dormancy, Roman controlled the wars and frictions of some surrounding small countries behind the scenes, and the number of Wraiths was already close to 10,000.

Following Roman’s thoughts, the avatar of the doll suddenly opened two black holes, and the wide sleeves on both sides were raised, and there was a piercing scream. Then the black smoke roared and turned into a hideous grievance. The soul, defying death, rushed to the sun and sun that the saints turned into.

　　Albane, behind Romance, was frightened by the mass of grievances. He didn't even care about the blood he vomited, and stared blankly at the tsunami of grievances that slapped the hot sun.

Although the first Wraith Soul was burned into nothingness by the flames as soon as it was approaching, after the dark magic gushing out of Roman's body was blessed on them, relying on the advantage of quantity, they gradually wrapped the saints in it. .

　　Looking at this scene, even Elbane, who has never been taboo, couldn't help but feel a deep chill behind him:

　　 "The number of resentful souls is terrible. How many people did this guy kill? Did he slaughter a city?"

　　 It’s no wonder Elbane has such thoughts, because not everyone will have grievances after death. For ordinary people, only those who are extremely painful and unwilling to die will have grievances after death.

　　 Putting aside the two thousand grievances before, in this year, Roman at least controlled the surrounding small countries behind the scenes in more than a dozen wars, and the number of destroyed cities was no less than five, reaching the current number.

　　Because of the limited military strength of these small countries, one to two thousand people in a war is a big deal, and the losing side is often revealed, and there is usually a large-scale rout immediately, which results in the death of a war often only 20 to 30%.

　　 At this moment, the Wraith Soul has surrounded the saints, and all the golden light is gradually being obscured by the black mist.

　　 "Solution...Is it solved?

　　Albane asked with difficulty seeing the golden light being surrounded.

　　 Roman just glanced at him faintly, did not speak, and continued to control the dark magic rushing towards the saints.

Now he is only temporarily suppressing the boiling holy power in the saint's body, but as time goes by, these ignited holy powers will become more and more unstable. The longer they are suppressed, the power will burst after a while. Will be bigger.

　　 But Roman would not let this happen. After the saint was completely wrapped, Roman raised his arm, the dark flame quickly covered it, and then slammed into the black mist.

　　 Suddenly, the surface of the sphere formed by the black mist began to bulge frequently one after another, trying to prop up the black mist, but the black shadow behind Roman still kept pouring out the grievances and strengthening it.

　　 Roman frowned, his arms seemed to be groping for something in the black mist. Suddenly, his eyes condensed, and his groping movements stopped suddenly, and he began to pull outwards instead.

　　 "Ah~~~"

A screaming scream came out from the black fog, and then Roman pulled his hand out of the black fog. At the same time, he tore out a translucent sphere emitting a pale golden light, and the surface of the sphere was faint. I can also see a vague human face constantly struggling and howling.

　　 Obviously, this thing is the soul of the saint.

　　 Roman was not concerned about how many casualties the saints would have if they blew themselves up for a while. His purpose from beginning to end was only one, and that was to learn about the Exham Abbey from the saints.

　　 So when the saint blew himself up, Roman immediately shot to suppress his blew up, otherwise in terms of the power of his blew up, let alone return to Suma’s embrace, there would be no dregs left.

　　Roman looked at the soul body of the saint in his hand with satisfaction, and then threw it back. The dark shadow behind him immediately opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Roman looked at the black fog that was still in constant restlessness in front of him. The sacred power contained in it had become a bit difficult to suppress, but it was a pity that such a huge energy was wasted~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but Roman did not think of it for a while. Is there any good way to stably store this mass of energy?

　　 In the next second, Roman suddenly summoned the Apocalypse, then turned to a blank page, and then dragged the black mist in front of him and stuffed it into the Apocalypse.

　　After thinking and thinking, there is nothing more suitable as a container than the Apocalypse. This book can hold even the fragments of the world as long as you want it. What's the matter with a mere amount of energy?

　　 But the Apocalypse didn't seem to be very willing. No matter how Roman led, the pages never meant to absorb this energy.

　　 In the end, Roman was also a little annoyed, and simply threw the Apocalypse directly into the black mist.

　　 Still picky eaters? I will throw you into the pot if you don't eat it!

The Apocalypse was floating unscathed in the scorching sacred power. Roman just stood outside and waited quietly. He decided that if the Apocalypse did not respond in a minute, he could only throw this holy power into the sky. went.

After all, Loviisa is his place. If this energy is allowed to explode here, it will not be of any benefit to him. Besides, he plans to renovate this church and turn it into an arena, maybe even more. Can it stimulate the economic growth of Loviisa?

　　 But the last Apocalypse seemed to be annoyed by the surrounding sacred powers. Its pages flipped a bit, and then all the sacred powers produced by the saint's self-detonation were sucked into the Apocalypse.

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