"Dark Thunder!!"

With a loud bang, several black thunders gathered into a bunch and struck Roland directly.

"shelter."

Compared to Tenango's hissing exhaustion, Roland's calm whisper was more shocking.

The powerful protective barrier blocked the attack of the dark forces, and the rebounding dark thunder flammed the surrounding buildings to pieces.

"Dark Knight?!"

The evil mage exclaimed. He originally thought that the other party was just a warrior with noble blood. Unexpectedly, he was a knight, and... he was also a Templar Knight with the art of protection.

You can use the protection technique, and whether it is dark or light camp, they belong to level ten or above.

Did I underestimate his abilities?

Tenango narrowed his eyes. He felt that the dark clan in front of him did not have too many dark forces to compete with him.

Although the dark power emitted was very pure, its strength was far less than that of the white elf beside him. Therefore, Tenango indulged himself in attack, but now it seems that the fact is not the case...

Could this guy of unknown origin have been hiding his strength?

"That's... the robe of the brave?!" Suddenly, Roland's long robe looked familiar. After a closer look, the evil mage realized how thoroughly it was.

The clothes that were connected by gold and silver turned out to be the robe of the brave, and the legendary temple of the neutral temple gave the heroes of the earthly realm.

Because of perspective, and Roland has been standing in the shadow of the temple, with long hair and cloak, Tenango has never seen that she is wearing a robe of bravery, which is almost a symbol of identity.

Just like the meaning of the robe of a great wizard to a wizard, the robe of a brave man is also a special watershed for warriors.

Only those who have won the title of bravery can be considered to be free from the world and enter the real palace of masters.

Tenango has been learning magic for thirty years, but he is still only an intermediate mage. Although he is already a veritable eleventh-level mage, he can't get past the step away from the twelfth-level mage.

Since the Rebellion of the Gods 500 years ago, all professions have been re-planned. Only above the twelve level can be called a great wizard, just like his father who deviates from the right path.

Thinking of this, Tenango couldn't help but regret his impulse.

The opponent is a high-level knight above the twelve level, which is very difficult to deal with.

Because the Dark Clan was not taken into account, the Church of Light and the Dwarves did not dare to do anything to themselves. This time he came, he only brought a very small number of subordinates.

Not very good...

If he really kills me, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?

Plus the paladins and violent warriors who were watching the tiger beside him...

Thinking of this, Tenango immediately gave the Shadow Beast a secret order to attack. At the same time, he reached into his arms and took out the teleportation scroll he carried with him.

Once the situation is wrong, he will immediately leave the city.

Tenango had a good idea, but unfortunately... he ignored one key, that is, Roland's strength.

Just as the evil mage was distracted and thinking about running away, Roland had already waved the new weapon she had just bought.

The Holy Dragon Knight who was guarding Veriane and Cinda opened his lips and silently shouted softly that the Shadow Beasts who gathered in front and the Church Knights behind him fell to the ground one by one.

Similar to the advanced dark spell "Dark Roar", the unique "spiritual fear" of the Undead Knight was suddenly destroyed.

This attack has an effect on all living things, whether it is a knight or a shadow beast, he was shocked by this violent attack on the mind, and their limbs were weak and unconscious, so they naturally lost their temporary combat power.

Even Tenango, an evil wizard, could not escape the impact of spiritual fear.

His hands trembled due to the effect of mental fear, and the teleportation scroll slid from his hands, and was then slashed into pieces by a wide-edged blade.

"Damn guy!!"

Seeing that his escape route was blocked, Tenanmu took off the dark wooden staff that had been hanging on his waist with black cloud crystals.

A blast of thunder that was stronger than the dark thunder fell.

Just as he was about to hit Roland, who was dragging Veriane and Cinda away, the active thunder element suddenly disappeared without a trace as he approached, and was absorbed and exhausted by the black armor slowly emerging from her body.

Just when Tenango was surprised, the black armor that floated out of Roland emitted a faint blue-purple phantom, and rushed towards him at an extremely rapid speed.

Tenango, who was firmly surrounded by this strange phantom, screamed, and his magic was sucked away in an instant.

"You..." Tenango, who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath, raised his head and glared at Roland standing far away, with a full murderous intent in his eyes.

However, he no longer turned this anger into the power of action.

For those who practice magic, the time to be taken away is equivalent to the waste that can be slaughtered.

"It's very troublesome to violate the agreement, mage." Seeing that the hood that covered his appearance was shattered by the wind blade due to the blasting air pressure, Roland not only did not launch a new round of attack on the evil mage, but instead put away his weapons.

Of course, her true appearance was not shown in front of everyone.

A mask as clean as snow, painted with obscure and mysterious patterns blocked all inquiring gazes.

"Villian, you don't have to worry about it anymore. She has signed a new contract with me, and this child will never belong to you again from now on." As before, a muffled voice came from behind the mask, covering up Roland's originally soft tone.

It is also so neutral that people can't tell whether it is a man or a woman under the mask.

"Demon Spirit..."

Tenango gritted his teeth and watched the Dark Clan disappear into the corner of the street with his own offerings, his face full of resentment and annoyance.

As a mage, he naturally knows what is blocking his advanced thunder spells.

The legendary magic armor, an absolute anti-magic armor.

As long as the armor exists, as a magician, he will never be able to defeat the dark clan. Except for being able to break through the sixteenth level as the quasi-god measurement standard, he will always be bound by the demon spirit.

However, in this way, Tenango also had more doubts about Roland's identity.

Attach the demon spirit to the armor as anti-magic armor. Except for the early barbarians in the heroic calendar, almost no dark clan would choose this kind of desperate armor.

Moreover, what made Tenango care more about was the mask.

The ancient patterns on it reminded him of a person who was almost intriguing, as well as his mysterious organization.

"As the Dark Clan said, Lord Tenango. I'm afraid you have to be wronged before your father arrives, and you have to stay in our prison for a while." The dwarf captain Moloto walked forward, and with a gloating expression, he tied the evil mage who had no resistance to the point of being strong with a special magic rope.

"Hmph..." Tenango, who was a prisoner, was taken away by the rude pull of the dwarf soldier. Even though he was far away from the temple, he could still hear his evil curse.

"What do you think of that dark clan?"

Molotto turned his eyes back from Tenango, and then he realized that his old friend Dresil had disappeared at no time.

"Where is your leader?"

"Go to chase the dark clan." Adjutant and captain Pug shrugged helplessly. He knew his superiors too well.

Unlike another paladin "Holy Light", how could "Hui Yao" who likes to fight against the strong, let go of such a rare opponent?

Especially... the mask worn by the Dark Clan represents the biggest mystery in the past five years since the undead riot. How could Dresil, who was in charge of the secret investigation, ignore it?
Chapter completed!