This isn't a souls-like game at all.

The Holy Blood Knights and Holy Blood Bishops were blown to and fro by the strong wind, and the black mist that made up their bodies kept flickering and became more and more illusory.

Ye Yiyi stood in the strong wind and couldn't help feeling confused after seeing this scene.

"Why does the gust of wind from the Spread-winged Eagle have such a strong suppressive effect on the Cursed Black Mist?"

We'd been bombarding it with magic star hail for so long, but suppressing the cursed black fog was completely ineffective. [Underworld Temple]! [Five] [Silk shrimp hesitated.]

He just swung out a wind blade, and easily defeated the black fog that was spreading outward, greatly reducing the range it covered.

Now that the tornado was approaching, the black fog spreading from the "Archbishop" not only dissipated again, but even almost disappeared.

Ye Yiyi pondered in silence, thinking of the Eagle Knights who had once fought side by side with the Spread-Winged Eagle against the curse.

Could it be that this is their secret to defeating the curse and suppressing it?

The tornado approached the top of the tower. Amidst the howling fierce wind, the Holy Blood Knights and Holy Blood Priests collapsed and turned into black mist again and merged into the body of the "Archbishop".

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Current Soul Echoes: 56201

The soul resonated again and even increased. Ye Yiyi scanned the motionless blood bar of the "Archbishop" and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The strong wind can only suppress the curse, but can't kill the cursed creature?"

He looked up and saw the "Archbishop" standing silently in the strong wind, letting the wind blow his black mist robe, but he never moved.

"I just don't believe it, this thing can't be killed!"

Ye Yiyi raised the ferocious and split tooth and placed it at his waist.

Combat Skill: Charge and Strike!

He rushed out and charged towards the "Archbishop"!

In a flash, he arrived in front of the "Archbishop" and stabbed at his head with the spear in his hand!

"die!"

The "Archbishop" silently lowered his head and looked over, neither dodging nor avoiding. Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes, and a pillar of lightning wrapped in black mist fell from the sky without warning, submerging Ye Yi one by one!

"what!"

Ye Yiyi fell into a state of paralysis and could not move.

The Archbishop slowly extended his hand toward him.

All of a sudden, countless lightning bolts struck down, and deep black mist and flames emerged from the void, followed by continuous explosions.

The blood turned into black spikes, stabbing towards Ye Yi from all directions.

At a very close distance, countless hymns surrounded by black mist bloomed around him.

But the "paralysis" state never disappeared. He could only watch the blue bar return to zero under the attack of the Black Mist Hymn, and see the frenzy bar accumulating at a rapid speed.

! ! Frantic! !

! ! Frantic! !

! ! Frantic! !

At this moment, he seemed to be back in the director's office of the Weapons Expo, trapped in a thick cursed black fog that continued to accumulate and trigger abnormal states.

"How do I fight this?!" Ye Yiyi rolled his eyes, his legs trembling, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

This mechanism is simply cheating!

Unless you can kill me with one strike, I can’t beat you even if you have infinite health!

"Wow!!"

Suddenly, a sudden sharp scream interrupted Ye Yiyi's thoughts.

The Archbishop looked up, only to have half of his body cut in half by a wind blade.

Its body dissipated and re-condensed not far away.

"This……"

The endless attacks finally stopped. Ye Yiyi stood firm with the spear and looked up at the sky in surprise.

"Is that the Eagle's cry?"

The tornado surrounding the spire suddenly dispersed, revealing the night sky faintly illuminated by the morning light.

A huge figure floated in the sky.

It controls the strong wind, and countless whirlwinds are wrapped around its iron-gray body.

It suddenly spread its two pairs of eagle wings, one large and one small, and a tornado formed in the sky.

"Wow!"

It swooped down riding the strong wind, carrying with it the mighty gale, the momentum and pressure of being the overlord of the sky.

Ye Yiyi stared blankly at the giant beast falling from the sky, watching countless wind blades coming through the air and cutting the archbishop into pieces.

"How is this possible? That's... an eagle with spread wings?!"

Chapter 120: A Story of Friendship, Ambition, and Betrayal

The overlord of the sky descended from the sky riding the strong wind.

Unruly gales surrounded each iron-gray feather. It flapped its four wings, and with every flap a storm tornado formed, and with every flap countless invisible wind blades shot out in all directions.

There were no clouds in the sky, as the clouds had retreated in fear of the Overlord.

It swept everything, swooping down from the highest sky to kill the most hateful enemy!

"Wow!"

Countless wind blades converged into a sharp blade of vacuum, and when it attacked, even gods could not resist it.

The Archbishop's body was torn apart by the wind blades and turned into filthy black mist that spread in all directions.

But the outside of the tower had already been surrounded by countless tornadoes. The black fog wanted to escape from it, but could not find even a tiny gap.

Finally, it transformed into the Archbishop again. With a flick of its finger, it would either rain down blazing thunder, or cause dark flames to explode in the void, or it would grab the giant beast to suck the blood from its body.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by the shrill cry of an eagle with spread wings, countless eagles with illusory bodies, not much different in size from ordinary falcons, suddenly descended from the highest point in the sky.

They flapped their wings together, and used the flowing gale to shatter the lightning pillars. The deep flames disappeared in the gale as soon as they appeared.

However, the Archbishop's blood-sucking grip was useless against the giant beast hanging high in the sky.

The phantom eagles descended together and pierced through the body of the Archbishop, completely consuming the power of the cursed black fog.

“Bang!!”

After a loud bang, the "Archbishop" fell from the sky and landed heavily on the tower.

Ye Yiyi withdrew his gaze from the eagle with spread wings in the sky, and then looked in front of him, at the "Archbishop" who was struggling to stand up.

After enduring so many attacks, the "Archbishop" still has a quarter of his health left.

But even so, the eagle with spread wings could not really kill it.

Once out of the suppression of the strong wind, cursed black mist emerged from the body of the "Archbishop" and his health bar began to slowly fill up.

"As expected of the source of the curse transformed from a degraded deity, this endless vitality, the curse power that can corrode all living things, even for me, it would be extremely difficult to kill it head-on."

He strode forward and pierced the cursed god into the ground with the ferocious, cleaving fangs in his hand.

The Archbishop's health bar no longer recovered, but suddenly dropped.

The cursed black mist spread upwards along the spear and climbed along Ye Yiyi's arm around his body.

At this time, an illusory eagle descended from the sky, flew around Ye Yiyi, and dispersed the spreading cursed black fog.

"This is Storm Spirit."

Ye Yiyi looked at the illusory eagles circling around him, then looked up at the sky.

The eagle with spread wings floated in the storm tornado and nodded at him.

He seemed to understand something and looked down at the Archbishop who was suppressed by the Spirit of Storm and could not move.

"It's time to finish."

Ye Yiyi raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it hard at the archbishop's head.

"Bah!"

The Archbishop's head was pierced by a spear, and the blood bar in front of him dropped to zero.

His body suddenly collapsed and turned into a vast black mist that spread out in all directions. The deep color gradually faded and finally turned into crystal light spots that floated into the air.

The storm spirits flapped their wings and flew into the sky, finally merging into the strong wind, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

[Curse Removed]

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The storm tornado surrounding the tower gradually subsided, and a majestic eagle with spread wings fell from the sky, landing on the iron frame at the top of the tower, casting a large shadow.

The storm that had been raging all night had long since stopped, the darkness had dissipated, and on the distant horizon, a warm red sun slowly rose, shining in harmony with the azure eternal moon that had not yet set in the sky.

Ye Yiyi walked slowly to the edge of the tower and looked at the city that had returned to peace in the sunlight.

He saw people in the city coming out of their houses and looking up at the huge monster on top of the tower.

After who knows how many years, the residents of the royal capital once again saw the eagle with spread wings, which once fought alongside the Eagle Knight, protected them with its flesh and blood, and was regarded as a totem by everyone.

"call……"

Ye Yiyi slowly let out a breath and looked down at the illusory flame in his hand that was mixed with light red and iron gray.

[Echo of the True Spirit of the Holy Blood Archbishop]

Item Description: The remnant of the true spirit of the degraded deity, Holy Blood Archbishop.

One of them echoed with a soul of power.

Through the help of the Saint, one can gain the power of the True Spirit Lord.

If used directly, a huge amount of soul echoes can be obtained.

In the midst of a field of bright red flowers, a young gardener encountered a lost god.

That is what the Archbishop does not want to remember,

A story of friendship, ambition, and betrayal.

"Betrayal..."

Ye Yiyi muttered the word softly and shook her head helplessly.

He had previously wondered why the Lord of Holy Blood, who had lost his divine power at that time, would be obsessed with an ordinary flower field.

As a god, he had seen all the scenery in the world. Although a field of bright red flowers was beautiful, it was not something he had never seen before.

But what the Lord of Holy Blood missed was not the flower field after all.

After putting away the True Spirit Echo, he turned around and looked up at the eagle with spread wings standing high above.

The iron-gray eagle gazing at the distant scenery seemed to sense something, looked down, then lowered its huge head and rubbed Ye Yiyi affectionately.

"so hard……"

Ye Yiyi accepted the eagle's intimacy and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Its feathers are so hard that they are almost as strong as steel.

With this rubbing, the magician's robe on his body, which was already torn into rags, was now even more torn to pieces, and there was no trace of its original appearance.

"Are you the new Spread-Winged Eagle?"