Chart traveled to the world of sword and magic.
At the opening ceremony of the campaign for the bright emperor, the holy son of the bright sect was defeated.
The cardinal wanted to kill me? What the fuck was he thinking.
Just because I didn't make any contribution?
Fortunately, I had awakened the system of the game life, and the opening rewards were the purification tree and the purification fruit.
A fruit of purification could cure all small diseases.
A tree of purification could produce countless purifying fruits.
People in Alvin City were crazy, and the divine continent was crazy.
Since then, everyone in the world knew that this was a Pope named Chart in the bright sect.
They could only believe Pope Chart in the future.
With the reward of a system of the game life.
One was the major treatment, and the other was the trial of holy light.
One was a bright dragon riding, and the other was a holy light sword.
With the appearance of countless holy light skills, the bright sect went crazy.
How could our new Pope know all these secret skills destroyed by the dark sect?
The other two men knelt immediately. How to compare with him? He had already taken out his secret skills.
The patriarch in red, the king of the Grand, and all the people in different worlds were crazy.
He had to make the statues of Pope Chart spread everywhere, and from now on, they would only trust him.

Madeline: Purification, Who Dares to Cripple Holy Son

After he had recited a series of incantations, the sky in this area began to darken in an instant.


This was the level-8 magic, and only the level-8 magic could cause the prestige between heaven and earth!


The level, from the grand mage to the tutor mage was a level.


And for the magic level, there was an insurmountable gap between the level-7 and the level-8 magic!


If the level-7 magic were cannonballs, then the level-8 magic were missiles. The range, power, and covered area were not the same as the level-7 magic.


"Chart, run! We can't resist the level-8 magic!" Gewuen said hurriedly.


"Run? Where can you go? Just a few losers, also dare to act recklessly in front of me. You should be satisfied to die in front of the level-8 magic." Looking at the huge black spear that was constantly condensing above his head, the smile on the purple-robed man's face never stopped.


Chapter 111 The Level-8 Magic