Velen's combat prowess has always been a mystery.

Because this kind-hearted old prophet has almost never fought with all his strength during his 25,000 years of escape. He is essentially a priest who hates fighting and is good at healing.

Ninety-nine percent of the characters in the scenes he appears in are healers.

But from the extraordinary combat effectiveness shown by the group of fanatical disciples of the Holy Light Church in many human wars, we know that in many cases, "treatment"

There is no conflict with the field of "combat".

It is true that the Holy Light is benevolent, but the Holy Light also has its own moments of anger.

For example now...

While Black and Hisari, the two people who were eating melons and those who were forced to eat melons, watched in shock, the old prophet Viren who rushed all the way to the beaten A'dal burst out with terrifying fighting power.

Facing the giant-like crimson evil mecha in front of him, the prophet raised his hand and fired the holy light smite that all priests know how to do. The principle is to gather the holy light energy into a war hammer or sword and hit the opponent, causing magic.

harm.

It's even simpler than the principle of the mages' fireball technique.

But as for the damage, it's usually nothing more than nothing.

It's basically the kind of scratching that pastors do when they're desperate kittens.

However, Velen's Holy Light Smite with protection and anger was not like this. The misery of his old friend Adal filled Velen's heart with rare anger.

The moment the prophet took action in anger, a golden beam of light like a "Holy Light Railgun" fell from the sky.

It's like a compression explosion of a small sun.

The moment it hit the strong and brutal magic mecha, the demon crown molded on the head of this evil weapon forged with magic steel was completely melted.

In addition to its magic, the impact power also caused the huge and heavy evil mecha to retreat continuously.

"Is he so capable of fighting?

Miss Black Crow, who was passively eating the melon, had a look of astonishment on her face. She turned to look at Blake, who was sipping his drink, and said:

"Didn't you say that the prophet seldom fought because he was not good at fighting?"

"You said Viren is not good at fighting? Hahahaha."

Blake was holding his belly and laughing, and he said in an exaggerated tone:

"This is the second funniest joke I've heard this year, second only to Little Star's stupid remark about Ms. Chi-Ji being so beautiful at the White Tiger Temple. Let me just say this, Velen is a priest with a very powerful soul.

It's really hard for him to get angry.

But if you piss him off, even the King of the Forest and Crown Tyrande will rush to save you.

This old Delaney man is one of the top twenty ruthless characters in the stars. He is just too kind and believes in fate, so he has created the kind appearance in front of him that is not good at fighting.

Just think about it with your little brain that is about to get rusty after you left me. If Velen is really a coward, how could he have the courage and strength to hide among the stars for twenty-five thousand years with a group of exiles who have lost everything?

?

Do you really think that the demon fleet that has destroyed countless worlds is just a living thing?"

"So this is a winnable battle?"

Hisali Black Crow curled her lips and said anxiously:

"You have anticipated the outcome, what else is there to see in this battle? Let's go quickly. The Hand of Gul'dan really can't delay. Once the demon destroys the elemental awakening ritual, the world of Draenor will be over.

How big is your heart to allow you to eat melon and watch the show so easily at this time?

"Keep your voice down, you're disturbing me."

Blake glared at the irritable Miss Black Crow and said:

"I'm not very capable, but my voice is not small, so just sit here! Otherwise, I'll feed you worms."

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, Velen's aura impact of the Holy Light Waterfall erupted again. This time, he was not as kind to the vicious demon in front of him as he was to the undead Draenei.

This explosion of the Holy Light Waterfall was filled with the purifying will of the Holy Light. Its scorching power made Blake raise his hands to cover his eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that the scene was like the explosion of a Holy Light nuclear bomb.

In the terrifying battlefield that was completely filled with holy light, the crimson magic mecha even began to "melt", and the evil weapons equipped on it that were specifically designed to destroy the Naaru were overloaded one after another.

Amidst the ear-piercing explosions, the scorching bombardment of the Holy Light, and just a few minutes of fighting, this destruction machine built by the demon engineer Kingaros himself reached the edge of collapse.

This terrifying fighting power made Black Crow instantly believe Black's statement. Velen is really scary when he is angry.

This is probably why people often say, don’t mess with honest people?

"This is the Light's response to your dark will, demons."

Velen watched the magic mecha in front of him melt, peel off, explode, and collapse in the collapse. He did not pursue the victory anymore, but just said a word indifferently, not even paying attention to Ari, who was struggling to climb out of the mecha.

Up to the demon lord.

He turned around and called for the Holy Light to come to purify the evil pollution that was torturing Adal, and then poured his rich Holy Light energy into the weak Naaru's body.

In order to help the coalition forces forge the ring, Adal entered his weakest state, and half of his body was broken into pieces by the brutal bombardment of the magic mecha.

This makes this creature of Holy Light look extremely miserable now.

But its sacrifice is meaningful. The forged rings have been sent to their owners. Perhaps soon, the destructive offensive launched by the demons today will be resisted.

Victory is no longer out of reach.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Blake rubbed his hands excitedly and stared at the dusty battlefield in front of him with wide eyes. His excited and evil posture made Miss Black Crow couldn't help but look into the dissipating holy light ahead.

It was rare for her to see a stinky pirate looking forward to something happening so much.

So, what on earth is this bastard expecting?

Miss Black Crow really tried to persuade herself not to pay attention to those strange things, but under the dark influence of Blake, she also began to look forward to what was about to happen with a sense of guilt.

"Maybe I should cover your eyes"

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and complained:

"What happened next was not something a young girl should watch, at least in the company of her parents. Well, lo and behold, dear Rakesh crawled out of its scrap metal heap.

We should be able to make a lot of money by selling this pile of scrap metal to Old Garni."

"Yeah yeah, I love this weird alien crap."

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, old Garni appeared next to him in the smoke, shaking his head.

He stared forward with wide eyes in the resting posture of a Lesognathosaurus, and used his flexible tail to steal the fried melon seeds from the arms of Miss Black Crow, biting them with his mouth full of rasp-like teeth.

The rattling sound.

"Shut up! Don't talk and watch with your heart."

Blake scolded.

As the melon-eating trio watched, Viren, who was healing Adal from his injuries, also felt something moving behind him.

He looked back and saw that the pilot of the magic mecha, an Eredar demon that had been burned beyond recognition by the holy light, was crawling towards him.

The guy's legs were broken, and he was covered in wounds before his mecha exploded. He would have been burned to pieces while crawling on the holy ground filled with holy light.

But even so, the guy still dragged a melted battle ax and roared like a wild beast, crawling towards Velen.

One of his blind eyes was filled with terrible hatred.

That is a look that rarely appears in the eyes of demons. These violent creatures long for destruction, and they really enjoy the joy of darkness purely.

Rarely do they hate a living being so much.

"Velan! You old dog, are you so willing to dedicate everything you have to those damn Naaru?"

The demon wailed and insulted in a hoarse and pitiful voice:

"What poison did those jigsaw puzzles inject into your dirty heart? Turn the once wise you into their loyal dog? What did your Holy Light promise to you?

Let you give up your world and your loved ones so willingly.

"You won't understand the status of the Holy Light in my heart, demons. You thugs who advocate destruction can't understand those beautiful things, and you can't understand what kind of price and determination good people will pay to protect beautiful things."

The Prophet didn't take any last hits on the demon.

He knew this guy didn't have long to live.

The pure holy light he just smashed out in anger was accompanied by the power of purification, which was extremely lethal to chaotic creatures like demons. The purification power of the holy light had penetrated deeply into the body of this strange Eredar demon, and its death was only a matter of time.

question.

But its soul will return to the Twisting Nether and continue to serve its dark master.

The demons cannot be killed cleanly, unless the twisted void born from evil energy can be completely destroyed, but evil energy is one of the six forces of the universe, so who can do such a thing?

"Haha, what an upright rhetoric, what a disgusting hypocrisy!

Twenty-five thousand years ago, was this how you convinced yourself to give up your wife and son and embark on the road of exile under the guidance of your Holy Light?"

The demon became weaker and weaker, but it did not give up climbing forward. It dropped its heavy battle ax and said as it climbed:

"You said you are willing to give everything for good things, so in your heart, aren't the wife who loves you deeply and the son who expects you to save him in disasters not beautiful things that need to be protected?
To be continued...