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Lynch was a Necromancer who specialized in the path of death, and the gap in tiers between him and the Angel's projection was immense.
In an instant, he felt his soul sizzle as if it were being scorched, and he staggered, nearly losing his footing.
"Lord Guardian, please, no!"
"My Lord, please stop!"
Two figures rushed forward at almost the same time, positioning themselves in front of Lynch and absorbing some of the pressure for him.
Amadis's face paled, her purple eyes filled with shock and anger.
She was also a Necromancer and fared no better than Lynch under the pressure of the Holy Light, but she gritted her teeth and held firm.
Avril, meanwhile, spread her arms and shielded them from the very front.
Only a Tier One, her beautiful face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale. Her delicate, slender body trembled uncontrollably under the immense pressure.
But her clear eyes were exceptionally firm. "Lord Guardian, Lynch is not an evil Death Believer."
