The murderous intent perception was still in operation. Van Gaal avoided Xiliu's attack. Before he could fly far, he noticed that there was another black fog in the position he was flying to, forming a resentful spirit holding a sickle.

"There is actually...."

The ring in Van Gaal's right hand trembled under the drive of thoughts, and a large number of resentful spirits rushed out of it and headed straight for the dark spirit.

The mental power extended and formed a protective shield in front of him. Van Gaal fell heavily on the ground near the dark spirit. Because of inertia, he rolled twice, bringing up a piece of smoke and dust.

"Which bastard is it that dares to attack me..."

Van Gaal got up from the ground in a very embarrassing manner. He avoided two consecutive attacks of killing and did not make him feel better. The feeling of passing by death is always not so good.

Standing there, Van Gaal waved the magic stick in his hand, and he was about to fight back to get rid of the leopard and the resentful spirit beside him.

The target was first locked on the black vengeful spirit, because it was now entangled by the vengeful spirit cultivated by Van Gaal, and the purple-black energy ball condensed at the top of the magic rod and gradually turned into a spear.

"Haha! Die..."

The spear had already aimed and shot towards the dark spirit. This spell itself was created against monsters from the vengeful spirit series. It may not have much power for other creatures, but it will definitely have miraculous effects against the dark spirit composed entirely of resentment. Van Gaal is confident that as long as this hit is hit, even if the vengeful spirit does not dissipate, it will be damaged.

However, this spear could not be shot out!

"What's going on? Why...can't you start it anymore!"

Van Gaal, who was staring at the dark spirit, noticed that the spear beside him had not been fired for a long time. He thought it was his spell casting error, but he looked along the end of the spear, but found a big hand holding tightly in the middle of the spear.

The extension of the arm...behind you!

Van Gaal, who was 1.7 meters tall, looked back and saw his broad shoulders. He looked up and looked like a smiling fox mask and his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

"Damn...uh!!"

The neck was pinned, and Van Gaal never expected that there was still someone ambushing him. He had obviously avoided two attacks.

He has a backup plan, he can't die here like this!

Van Gaal, who had fallen beside him, touched his left hand behind him, where there was a powerful evil spirit sealed by him. He only needed to unseal with his mental power, and there was still a chance to counterattack next!

"Ha, it seems that there is still something good! Xiliu, bring it."

When Van Gaal heard this, his left hand, which was originally moving slowly, suddenly accelerated to the position of the reel, but he touched it not the leather of the reel, but the furry fur.

After Xiliu tore the horse apart, he rushed to Kelot. When Van Gaal reached out to touch the reel, he took off the reel with two claws in advance and handed it to Kelot.

"The Skeleton Sect won't..."

Gala!

"I know, I won't let me go, but I don't plan to let you go."

Kellot cut off the neck of the man in his hand, and the resentful spirit that had lost command around the dark spirit was quickly cleared out.

Absorb 10 points of blood energy, currently has 10 points of blood energy!

Van Gaal is a wizard, and his body is only stronger than normal people. He really can't contribute much energy points. Instead, his soul energy is quite rich, and his body shape becomes much clearer after devouring the dark spirit.

"Let's go, let's go back."

After searching for the things on Van Gaal, Kylot cut off his head, washed away the blood with water elements, wrapped it with his own clothes, turned around and jumped onto Xiliu's back.

"Well...it's time to go back, and I'm going back too..."

The dark spirit looked at the figure with Kelot facing his back, stretched out his right hand, and held it. It was no longer the black fog that had been floating constantly, but it really looked like a human hand, turning into black fog to follow Kelot.

Returning to Ilgark, Kylot first went to the Special Operations Division and asked them for a special storage locker, and put Van Gaal's head in without them knowing it.

Then he chose to go to St. Jeco Cathedral and used crystal stones to call Windsor out again.

"The Glorious Disc and Holy Pyroxene should have been in the Cathedral of St. Sumhum... Bishop Bathil's men were prepared for a long time. They transferred two holy objects in the station and let the other team detour back to Ilgak from the wasteland. In other words, the empty carriage you are fighting for, hum... even we were deceived!"

This time the two met was a barbecue shop near the Cathedral of San Jego. They paid for a private room to facilitate conversation.

"Empty car? No, that's not empty carriage. There are two large mechanical creatures. I actually have one reason to ask you this time because I want to ask... Your Holy Holy See's technology can already create such advanced things?"

The product of the combination of machinery and spells contains the level of technology that even Kelot, a semi-illiterate, knows that it is definitely not ordinary. If a thing can be manufactured and invested in a large amount, it will be a killing machine in a low-level war.

"Is the mechanical creation... golden, made of mechanical parts all over the body? Have those priests mentioned the word Holy Spirit weapon!"

Windsor's reaction was beyond Kylotte's expectations.

"I heard the word Holy Spirit Weapon, and I saw a middle-aged paladin using a ring to activate those two things."

"Sure enough... has the battle reached this point...it's an opportunity."

Windsor frowned with delicate brows, still had slices of flesh in his mouth, and his cheeks kept swelling.

"Hey, I've told you all the news here. Shouldn't you share the information? What exactly are those Holy Spirit weapons? And the matter of the glorious disc!"

Kylot picked up a fork and knocked on the cup in front of Windsor, reminding her.

"Well... I'll tell you, you know..."

"Swallow the meat first!"

"These Holy Spirit weapons were not developed by the Holy Spirit Church at all! They belong to higher-level existences... To be honest, I entered the Holy Spirit Museum to track down the source of these Holy Spirit weapons, but they saw these ghosts so well that I couldn't find a chance."

"It was not developed by the Holy Holy See? Then why can the Paladin control it?"

"Because these things are brought by Bathir! Two and a half years ago, our Bloody Parliament clashed with the Holy Holy Church, and this kind of Holy Spirit weapon appeared in the battle, which caused a lot of casualties to us at that time... The one who controls these Holy Spirits and is Bathir!"

Bathil's identity is doubtful, but Kylot still learned from Windsor that this Holy Spirit weapon cannot be produced energy, which is good news among bad news.
Chapter completed!