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"The Order of the Holy Cross can only protect one person." A cold light flashed in Viscount Connor's eyes. He dropped his sword and immediately put the medal on his chest.
With a little bit of fighting spirit to stimulate and activate.
In an instant, the Holy Cross Medal shone brightly.
A holy white light bloomed from the medal, dispelling the black air on his chest in just an instant, and quickly spread out along his chest to the surroundings, enveloping his entire body.
The terrifying and highly poisonous "Elemental Abyss" that could weaken even level 7 creatures was like encountering a natural enemy when it encountered the Holy Light. It was defeated step by step, retreated continuously, and disintegrated under the impact of the Holy Light.
Soon, the black air that permeated Viscount Connor's body dissipated for the most part, and even his pale and atrophied muscles were gradually recovering.
However, the black gas at his chest not only did not dissipate, but instead became darker and thicker.
Because they were expelled by the holy light, the remaining black gas and toxins all gathered here. The thick and sticky black gas actually resisted the invasion of the holy light.
For a moment, the two lights, one black and one white, were unable to do anything to each other and were in a stalemate.
The smile on Viscount Connor's face suddenly froze, and his expression suddenly became very ugly: "Even the Order of the Holy Cross cannot be completely dispelled?"
He originally thought that, although the Elemental Abyss was famous, the Dark Witch Judy was only level 4 after all. Even if she managed to refine the Elemental Abyss, it would definitely be a defective product with greatly reduced effectiveness. After all, the Light Purification Spell on the Holy Cross Medal was performed by a cardinal-level monk, so it could be dispelled anyway.
Unexpectedly, it couldn't be dispelled!
This is big trouble!
After pacing twice, Viscount Connor's face was extremely gloomy. He said to the old butler, "Pass the order down. Gather all the troops immediately and attack Gru Town. Also, give me a bounty. No matter who can capture the false saint and the dark witch alive, I will give a huge reward."
"Yes, sir."
The old butler responded immediately and hurried down to convey the order.
Viscount Connor looked down at the black energy that had shrunk into a ball in his chest, and a hint of cruelty suddenly flashed across his gray-green eyes.
No matter how strong the poison was, as long as he caught the dark witch, he would have a thousand ways to force her to take out the antidote. At worst, the fake saint would always have one or two holy artifacts in her hand that could suppress the poison.
At this point, even if more soldiers have to be sacrificed, they have to be sacrificed.
This is what true aristocrats who have inherited their power from generation to generation are like: selfish and willing to sell everything for their own lives.
At this moment, suddenly.
A male voice with a hint of sarcasm came from the yard outside the study.
"Hey~ I haven't seen you for many years. How come Master Connor has made himself so embarrassed?"
"who?"
Viscount Connor was startled and turned his head to look through the window, only to see a figure appear next to the stone sculpture in the yard.
The figure was leaning lazily against the stone sculpture, looking at Viscount Connor with a half-smile.
He had chestnut hair and a beard. He looked quite old, but still strong and lean. He was wearing a well-made dark red leather armor with red light flowing on it, which did not look like an ordinary item.