The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

"What's the difference between life and death? You think He is the God of Life, but in the eyes of many necromancers, He is also the God of Death."

The middle-aged man spoke profane words that were enough to make the pastor of the Life Church tear him into pieces.

"It seems that you really have no respect for life."

Melilu helped Ilsa up.

At this time, Ilsa became very weak, and her body was spasming involuntarily, as if the pain was too great.

"Would you be in awe of the ants on the ground? Would you be in awe of the weeds in the field? How can I be in awe of such fragile lives that can be killed with just a light blow?"

The smell of death from the middle-aged man became stronger and stronger.

He has witnessed too many deaths and too many lives disappearing before his eyes.

The fragility of life has always been before his eyes.

It is said that the Golden Level is very powerful and is a true strong one.

But how many gold-level people can live over 500 years old?

Everyone is praising the immortality of the legend.

But how many legends can live for a thousand years?

The fragility of life is vividly displayed here.

"Plop!~"

Ailan fell from the air and landed in front of Meililu.

"Healing! Healing! Healing!"

The moment Meililu saw Ai Lan, she cast three healing spells.

But even so, it only prevented Ai Lan's injuries from getting worse, rather than curing them.

Ai Lan's injuries were too severe.

Half of her body was dyed red, and the staff she was holding tightly in her hand became bent. It looked limp, as if it had been hit by a running dragon at full speed.

Angela also fell down with Ai Lan.

Angela was fine.

As soon as she landed, she quickly looked around and saw that everyone was there, but she didn't feel happy because she saw the presence of the Necromancer.

Merilulu also cast a healing spell on Angela.

"In fact, I don't think you need to waste your energy. After all, you will all be transformed into undead by me in the end. It doesn't matter whether you are treated or not."

The middle-aged man spoke in a calm tone, but his tone was extremely irritating.

"Sir, I cannot agree with what you said."

A gentle and loving voice came from the woods.

A woman dressed in the attire of a nun from the Church of Life walked out.

Behind her was a girl with green hair, who looked a little nervous.

"Life Church? You guys really like to meddle in other people's business."

For the first time, the middle-aged man's face revealed an emotion called disgust, and it was an undisguised expression.

"You misunderstood. I am not a nun from the Church of Life, but a nun from the Church of Earth."

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged man was obviously stunned.

"Humph! Are there people like you in the church?"

The middle-aged man felt a strange sense of crisis.

He was trying to control Lisha to retreat.

However, the young priest behind the nun of the Church of the Earth suddenly took action.

Although he is only at the peak of the Silver Rank, he can attract such a large amount of wind elements.

With the help of the wind element, Lisha felt that the restraints had loosened a lot. She took the opportunity to burst out with extremely powerful strength and directly broke free from the necromancer's restraint spell.

She staggered a bit when she landed on the ground. The squeeze just now almost made her body collapse.

If it was anyone at the peak of the Silver Rank, he would have been crushed to death by the middle-aged man, and all his bones would have been shattered into pieces.

"Are you here for her?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Phoebe, who was motionlessly absorbing the dark magic, and spoke in a gloomy tone.

"No."

Aini, the nun of the Church of the Earth, shook her head slightly.

"It seems that my luck is not very good today."

Middle-aged people have mixed feelings.

Something that was supposed to be foolproof is about to fail due to various coincidences. If this isn't bad luck, then what is it?

"No, you're lucky."

Annie had a charming smile on her face.

"After all, not everyone is qualified to have their words heard by the gods."

"you?!"

The middle-aged man suddenly turned into a black mist and tried to retreat.

He found that he could not see through the nun in front of him who was supposed to be of the golden rank, so he planned to retreat first.

He had always been like this before. After all, as a necromancer, if he was not careful, he would be caught and purified by the church sooner or later.

But unfortunately, Annie had no intention of letting the necromancer in front of her go.

Chapter 239 Famine

The loving nun opened her eyes which had been closed.

At the same time, the Necromancer's spell was also activated.

But the escape technique did not work.

It was clearly activated, but there was no effect at all.

dead!

The necromancer was clearly a professional who manipulated the dead and played with life and death, but he saw his own death in the eyes of the nun in front of him.

His body made a gurgling sound.

That was his stomach telling him that it was hungry.

However, as a middle-aged necromancer, he had already become a dead body, and he had not even eaten for decades.

The undead do not feel hungry and do not need to eat. As long as there is sufficient magic power and death energy, the undead can exist forever.

This is also the reason why middle-aged people choose to transform themselves into undead.

But now, he actually felt hungry for the first time in a long time.

"what have you done?"

The necromancer felt that his body seemed to be out of control, and even his soul was completely trapped in this body.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, right? Aren't you hungry?"

Aini's eyes fell on the Necromancer's belly.

"If you're hungry, eat something quickly, or you won't have anything to eat later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Necromancer suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

He could feel something inside his body eating him away.

It's like there's a parasitic monster inside my body that's constantly biting me.

The Necromancer, whose sense of pain had disappeared for many years, did not find the pain unbearable when it first came, but instead felt that this feeling had been long overdue.

When was the last time you felt pain?

It seems that it was still at the silver level, so how long ago was that?

One hundred years? Two hundred years? I can't remember clearly.

The intense pain made the necromancer feel a little bit of life for the first time.

"Who are you? Are you the Saint of the Church of Life?"

"Did your brain wither because you became a undead? Didn't I tell you that I am a nun of the Church of the Earth?"

Annie's expression was kind, but the words she spoke were extremely harsh and hurtful.

"Ha~"

A look of disdain appeared on the Necromancer's stiff face.

"Penois, why do you think he doesn't believe it?"

Annie closed her eyes and turned to speak to the priest girl Penos behind her.

"Sister Aini, if it were me, I wouldn't believe it either."

Penos shook his head, trying not to look at the miserable plight of the necromancer.

She wore the clothes of the Church of Life every day, but claimed to be a nun of the Church of the Earth. She was actually a working nun of the Church of the Earth. Even many people from the two churches found this hard to believe.

The reason why no one discussed it openly was that the popes of the two major churches did not express any opinions.

Such performance is itself a form of expression to the people below.

Because it means that the two gods have no objection to this.

Therefore, in the Church of Life and the Church of the Earth, Aini's identity is particularly special.

Although Annie is just an ordinary nun now, no one can command her unless the gods or the Pope give the order personally.

And her appearance here means that Annie came here on orders.

"That's why I said you still lack experience. There are many people like me out there."

Annie's smile was still as kind as ever, but it gave people a rather naughty feeling.

"Sister Aini, are you referring to the matter of receiving two monthly salaries from two major churches?"

After Penos and Aini became familiar with each other, they spoke more casually.

Especially in the beginning, she was often teased by Annie because of her reservedness, so after they got to know each other better, her words would sometimes become teasing.

"A nun's monthly salary isn't high. One salary is too little. Two salaries would still be enough to support myself."

Annie pretended to be helpless because of the pressure of life.

"So that's how it is. Do you need some financial support from me?"

Penos' monthly salary is very high. After all, she is a genius in the church and a senior pastor. Her monthly salary is even higher than that of many regional bishops.

"Let's talk about this later."

Annie waved her hand. She had no intention of asking her juniors for money.

"Do you have any last words?"

Aini faced the direction of the necromancer.

At this time, three quarters of the Necromancer had been devoured.

“I’m greedy.”

The Necromancer seemed to have figured something out, and his words were filled with regret.

"What a pity! It would be great if this work could be completed."

The necromancer took one last look at Phoebe, who was standing there motionless, and was completely devoured.

"Sister Annie, thank you for saving us!"