It was Caposo and Seibertan. Caposo's body was ruined beyond recognition by the high-level witchcraft Netherfire, and the iron crow badge on his chest was also melted and distorted.
Seibertan roared in an almost crazy tone. "Do you want to burn your companion to death as well?"
Turan glanced at the wizard with the Iron Crow Medal. The corner of his mouth twisted, revealing a contemptuous smile. "Don't misunderstand, Your Excellency Paladin. I don't have such a despicable companion. I can't even deal with a paladin with an iron sword medal. Being companions with such a person would be laughed at if it got out. I always value my reputation in the supernatural power world."
They weren't companions, so the other party was coming for him. Seibertan held the holy sword. The holy sword was somewhat damaged after being briefly scorched by the Netherfire. The light became even weaker, almost equivalent to an ordinary iron sword. He pondered. What kind of person would risk going against the entire Holy See to deal with a paladin?
Only the devil...
"The devil falls into hell, and sin and punishment must be just." Seibertan temporarily gave up on the already decadent Caposo. The broken holy sword shone briefly at its brightest in his tightly clenched palm, flickering on and off. The night rain was like a witness to this good show.
Turan's face was made grim and terrifying by the eerie green firelight. Little stars appeared on the purple silk robe, and a little admiration showed on his face. Under Altot's instruction, he had killed more than one paladin. Those paladins all had such firm gazes before the great battle. But when they were close to death, they were no different from ordinary people. Fear would emerge in their hearts until they begged like a dog and lost all dignity.
But he felt that the paladin with the Iron Sword Medal in front of him had an unshakable will. This was the intuition of a wizard. He didn't sense the slightest bit of fear in this paladin's heart.
"Loyal and stubborn son of God. For your courage, I can let you maintain due dignity after death. Come on, let's see if your holy sword can pierce my heart."
A ball of pitch-black smoke rose in Turan's hand. He spread his arms wide like a crow about to spread its wings and fly into the sky. He closed his deep eyes. The pitch-black smoke fell on the ground and spread out. The earth was scorched, presenting a hellish scene. The raindrops made a hissing sound of evaporation as they fell on the scorched earth. Countless resentful spirits crawled out from beneath the scorched and crimson ground, looking hideous and terrifying.
"Purgatory fire, send this servant of God to the place of the devil and let him open his eyes and see the true meaning of sin and punishment."
A soft sound came from his mouth, merging with the sound of raindrops falling on the ground and spreading in all directions. A melodious and terrifying song appeared in the night.
It was the chant of death, summoning the paladin's soul to go.
The great ancestor of dark wizards was a bard. When casting dark witchcraft, he couldn't help but add such a passage to create an atmosphere. Later dark wizards inherited his witchcraft and also inherited part of the chanting habit. It was like funeral music before death. It was really not pleasant to hear. This was probably one of the major reasons why that bard finally gave up his identity and chose to become a wizard. His chanting made people feel fearful and irritable. No one liked to listen to it. Instead, it became a punishment.
The crimson hell spread beneath Seibertan's feet. The leather boots on his feet gave off a pungent smell after being scorched. The holy light was penetrated by the purgatory fire. The soles of his feet felt scorching heat. Dozens of withered bone arms reached out from below the crimson ground and grabbed his calves, trying to drag him into hell.
Just as Turan had guessed, Seibertan was a firm son of God. His will to protect God would never waver because of this. Enduring the pain, he knelt on one knee on the ground. The damaged holy sword in his hand was inserted into the crimson ground. The skin on his legs was scorched by the crimson flame, but he didn't make any sound of pain.
A look that only a devout believer would have showed on his face. He whispered. "My body can fall into hell and be trampled on by devils. But my soul belongs only to You, the great God. Please take my soul away. I have no regrets. It is my honor to give my life to protect Your majesty."
His palm was pressed against the ground. The faint light in his palm covered the crimson earth like hell and slowly spread out. The skeletons that crawled out from hell began to break apart. Their faces were filled with fear and they wanted to drill back underground to avoid this faint holy light.
At this moment, no one cared about the wizard with the Iron Crow Medal. In a great battle, being distracted was the most taboo. It would make one pay a painful price. Caposo, who had already retreated a few steps earlier to avoid the purgatory fire, felt that his chance had come. If he chose to sneak attack and help this wizard with the Silver Crow Medal kill a paladin, he might become a friend of this wizard with the Silver Crow Medal. But that would make him a target of the Holy See's wanted list. He didn't want to take the risk.
Helping the paladin deal with this wizard with the Silver Crow Medal was even more impossible. The paladin's target was him. After the wizard with the Silver Crow Medal died, this paladin would never let him go out of gratitude for saving his life. Such a devout believer would never be flexible. Moreover, he didn't think he had the ability to harm this wizard with the Silver Crow Medal.
So his only chance was to escape, as far as possible. Leave here forever and find a secluded place to eke out a living. At least he could survive. The feeling of being alive was great.
Caposo didn't hesitate. He turned around and, stepping on the mud, regardless of his image and dignity, he fled wildly. In the forest at night, he couldn't even tell the direction. Whatever. Anywhere he escaped to was much better than here. He fell several times on the way, making his already embarrassing image even more embarrassing.
When he was sweating profusely and stopped to rest briefly, a figure passed through the rain curtain and darkness, stepping on the mud and making heavy footsteps. It came in front of Caposo.
Wearing a raincoat, long boots, and a top hat. The eyes under the brim were like a hungry wolf in the night, making people shudder.
Damn it. Why is there still someone here? Caposo secretly cursed and saluted very respectfully. One hand was placed in his bosom and he became vigilant. "Sir, the wilderness on a rainy night is not safe. There will be groups of wolves."
Time goes back to earlier.
When both Seibertan and Turan took action, Donning also put on a raincoat and left the town. He had seen everything clearly before. Turan's purpose was actually to kill that paladin. Although he didn't know Turan's intention in killing, at least he was sure that the other party's target was not himself.
And that paladin, because of the information he gave, clearly regarded the helper found by Caff as the culprit behind the fluctuation of supernatural power. This was very beneficial to him. So he didn't mind taking action to help the paladin solve this wizard with the Iron Crow Medal and give the Holy See an explanation so that the power of the Holy See could leave here quickly and he could continue to act.
Of course, the premise of all this was that the paladin could survive. Once the paladin was killed, the Holy See would definitely send more Holy See forces to the town. At that time, it would be even more troublesome. So he had to be quick, kill this wizard, and rush back to save the paladin. Hopefully, it was still in time.
Donning raised the brim of his hat a little and revealed his face. In the rainy night, he showed a terrifying smile that made people uneasy. "Mr. Caposo, prey will be afraid of packs of wolves. Hunters won't."
When Caposo saw that face, he suddenly burst out laughing. The vigilance on his face was replaced by mockery. "The opponent of Mr. Caff, a despicable liar. I thought who it was. Your appearance here is extremely unwise. In front of the great possessor of supernatural power, Caposo, you are the prey."
He seemed to be not satisfied and continued to mock. "Letting you escape from the necromancer last time was really my negligence. I am extremely guilty about this. But this time you can't escape."
In Caposo's eyes, this young man without any signs of supernatural power was not qualified to contend with him. He didn't know that it was the credit of the stone spot potion. He regarded his previous failure as a negligence because an ordinary person couldn't deal with the undead, even if it was low-level.
"Come on. After solving you, I can at least avoid breaking my promise to others." Caposo's eyes were cold. He pulled out his hand from his bosom. It was a seed. The blood-red seed emitted a bloody smell, making people dizzy.
The seed was scattered on the moist ground and disappeared into the mud. The fragrant smell of the mud became stinky. Caposo lowered his head andmuttered. That was a low-level witchcraft incantation. This vine seed was soaked after being boiled with the hearts and blood of the dead.
The muddy ground made a low sound, like a wild beast. The mud was stirred by blood-red tentacles. The tentacles took root and grew rapidly. Like the tentacles of a big octopus, they spread rapidly along the ground and crawled towards the young man.
"Blood vine, devour his flesh and blood and soul. Belong to me." Caposo's low voice rose.
The rapidly growing thick blood vine entangled Donning's legs. It was so fast that there was no chance to run. The vine embedded in the skin of his legs. Like a greedy bat, it absorbed his blood. Blood would make the blood vine become even more crazy and grow faster.
"Caposo, it's best to investigate the background of your enemy before dealing with him. But now you don't have much chance." Donning looked down and raised his palm. A bright fireball rose, like the sun in the darkness, driving away the darkness all around.
The firelight made Donning's face flushed red. When Caposo saw this scene, he could hardly speak. His body trembled and his lips turned purple. "You are not an ordinary person. Damn it. You are a mage, a fire element mage. This is impossible. I didn't sense the slightest sign of supernatural power from you. It must be that I am seeing things. This is all false."
Caposo was a bit incoherent. He was almost driven crazy. His withered hands hugged his somewhat distorted head and roared wildly.
The fireball in his hand fell on the blood-colored vine. The vine caught fire. It was like gasoline being ignited, forming a sea of fire. Mages themselves were immune to their own fireball spells. The burning vine widened the brightness several times. The burning blood vine made a low whimper. That was the souls inside the vine sobbing. They wanted to escape this sea of fire, but it was too late. Their bodies gradually turned to ashes and their souls were burned together.