Countless flames tore through the air, circling the red giant sword that was entangled and rising, and soon formed a vortex that covered the sky and covered the sun. Both the sky and the earth trembled under the incredible torsion of this boiling air current, as if something was brewing. Then, when the condensed stream of flames finally reached the critical point, the pillar of fire that climbed to the highest point finally erupted like a roaring volcano.
The hot wind wrapped in stardust swept across the mountains in an instant, and at the peak of this red wave, Yanlong was riding the wind and breaking through the waves, and the figure of the flames flew straight into the sky in an instant. Even though it was daytime, Melukidick's dazzling body made everything around him look dull. His majestic wings were like two white-hot hatchets, cutting through the boiling air, cutting through the dull sky, cutting through Open the fearful sight of ordinary people.
"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Moon Capital Carnival~! I am the host, Walter Walter." The voice of thunder came from the top of the soldiers, "Then the next... is the long-awaited dance music' The flame of death is gone, please dance to your heart's content~!"
Accompanied by Yanlong's cynical opening remarks, countless fire snakes flew up from his wings. These crimson bright threads are like crazily growing vines, weaving into a huge net, dyeing the entire sky the color of blood.
"The real first wave of attack is coming." Shifan stared at Yanlong's every move with a serious expression, "Roland, hug me~!"
"En." The other party replied without thinking, but when his hands wrapped around the girl's soft waist, the young man suddenly felt his heart beating faster.
You idiot, what are you thinking~! ? According to legend, the Yanlong that even the emperor can't solve is behind, not to mention the most important thing is that Shifan is not even fifteen years old~! Roland smiled wryly, thankfully no one saw the moment when he blushed.
Then, the girl's crisp voice pulled him back to the high altitude of the speed of life and death: "Hold tight, no matter what, you must never let go~!"
Under Melukidick's net, Fereldo suddenly folded his wings and flew across the sky with unimaginable smoothness, leaving only a blinding red light trail in the colorful sky. At the end of this trail, thousands of fire snakes are swarming, like fireworks blooming in the sky, each of which is contaminated with a deadly aura.
However, although the momentum was huge, the group of snakes swimming rapidly couldn't catch that blurred target at all. In the blink of an eye, they were already left far behind, and their long bodies were also tangled together due to excessive blind pursuit, twisting into an ugly huge fireball.
"Good job, but if the number is tripled, can you hide?" Yan Long sneered, and at the same time, a large piece of flame rose from the huge bow-shaped body behind him again. Heat waves so dense that they couldn't be seen through emerged layer by layer, and the crowded fire snakes rushed over with their teeth and claws.
"No, you'll get hit sooner or later~" Roland's water-colored pupils shrank violently, the strong wind blew away the fear that enveloped his heart, and the calm soldier returned, "We must..."
"We must fight back~!" Shi Fan took over the conversation tacitly. The pupils of the girl are like the solid ice that reflects the sun in the north, with sharp light floating on the pure surface, "Ferreldo~!"
The fire phoenix whose name was called suddenly leaned back, deftly directed the inertia to the opposite place, and drew a huge semicircle in midair. Its winged figure broke through the snake group at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, like a shooting star passing through the darkness, falling straight from the zenith to the center of Melikidike's eyebrows.
In the next moment, violent and dense ripples burst out at the junction where the two waves of flames collided. The power of the same elements devours and annihilates each other at the point of contact, making the ear-piercing sound produced when metal rubs against each other. A scorching storm suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, and even the continuous mountains seemed to tremble slightly.
"Do you dare to confront me at this level? If you want to die, you will be fulfilled~!" The Crimson King roared in a satisfied tone. Then, the barrier on the side of the flame master suddenly turned rapidly, and in an instant, it transformed from a single thin wall into a surging vortex, and then flung out the tiny fire phoenix in front of him.
The flow of the river of time stopped, the roaring violent hot wind extinguished, and even the steadfast will of the soldiers froze at that moment. Everything around gradually became blurred, enveloped and swallowed by a black shadow like a big wave.
However, in this stagnant darkness, the sharp horns on Melukidick's forehead are gathering light particles in the air, like a dazzling star in a dark night.
"Don't~!"
Shifan's shout finally broke the eternal silence of this moment. At the same time, a sharp laser shot out from Yanlong's long horn. This light trace brought out a sharp sword that opened up the world, first split the ground battlefield into two, then cut down half of the cliff neatly, and finally split the clouds in the sky without stopping.
The dazzling white line also passed over the flame bird's body.
Fereldo struggled violently immediately. But then, accompanied by a dull tearing sound, Fire Phoenix's left wing suddenly staggered away from its body, and was swept up into the air by the strong wind. A series of sparks shot out from the neat incision, and the girl's face turned pale in an instant.
The next moment, gravity grabbed the Firebird, which had lost its ability to fly, and dragged it mercilessly to the ground. The speed at which the star fell could not be restrained became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, Fereldo and the two people it carried hit the hard rocky surface together, splashing waves of flames that soared into the sky.
"That's... the end of the Goddess~! How could she appear on such a chaotic battlefield?" Mortidal murmured to himself, but his voice suddenly dropped, "This blow may not be able to end everything, I must Let the leader know as soon as possible."
"What, I was shot down~!" There was a trace of anxiety in Richard's eyes, he roared and ordered the death knight beside him, completely without the usual elegance and calmness, "Go to support immediately~! Even if the opponent is the Crimson It doesn't matter to the king, we must save the end of the goddess~! Definitely~!"
"Shifan? Shifan~! Are you okay?" Roland's voice drifted into his ears, as if it came from a distant place. But the strong arm of the young man holding the girl proved that it was just an illusion.
"It's okay..." The prayer man staggered up from the ashes, but the moment she looked up, she suddenly stopped speaking, staring straight at everything in front of her.
When she found that the countless light spots flying from the flames were not just sparks, Shifan only felt dizzy with the blood rushing to her head—those sparks flying wildly were pieces of bright red feathers, and the smooth surface The light from the fire illuminated a strange dream. However, witnessing this gorgeous scene, the girl showed a rare expression of fear—because every falling feather is a part of Fereldo's body.
The black-haired girl looked around in panic, forgetting all dangers: "It's gone~! I can't feel Fereldo's breath anymore... It's gone~!"
"Calm down, we must first find a way to avoid Yanlong."
"Let go of me, you don't understand anything at all~!" Shifan raised his voice in a rare way, "Who else can I trust besides Rise and Fereldo? If Fereldo isn't here... if Without its help..." The girl tried to break free from the opponent's arms, but Roland didn't relax at all.
"If we continue like this, we will definitely die here." The young man looked intently at Shifan's thin green pupils, "It's only natural for you to worry about Fereldo, but don't forget that if everything is terminated by Yanlong right now, you will be killed later." There will never be a chance to try the next summon~!"
"But..." the black-haired girl lowered her head.
It turns out that she is not solid ice that will never melt.
A wonderful feeling flashed through Roland's heart. However, the ever-changing battlefield cannot tolerate even a moment of distraction—just as the young man's voice fell, a blood-red lightning solidified by high-density flames suddenly fell from the sky. Roland only had time to hug Shifan in his arms, and the location where the two of them were, together with the dozens of death knights who came to support them, were all disintegrated into ashes, leaving only a huge lava-splashing pit on the ground.
Melukidick's "flame thunder" breath is enough to melt the flame power of a lightning-level weapon.
However, there is still a small oasis in the center of this land of ashes. The end of Ishutori and her guardians are safe and sound under the skill of the Crimson King, and a thin and clear water-blue barrier is firm. It completely blocked the terrifying power of destruction, and all the flames that dared to attack were extinguished in front of it.
"This is the power that belongs to the end..."
"No, I didn't do this." The young man's emotion was interrupted just as he started. The black-haired girl stretched out her slender hands to gently caress the other's cheek, those beautiful eyes were staring intently at Ishutori's Olin, as if to find something out of it, "...the light... so warm."
If there was a mirror, the bewildered Roland would understand the meaning of the other party's soft words—because at this moment, his pupils were burning with the same scorching flames as the Dark Eagle. No, maybe it's a little different, the light contained in those water-colored eyes is purer and brighter than the Dark Eagle's vengeance fire, it seems to be the spring water from the depths of the soul, clear and transparent.
The next moment, the roar before exhaling came from the top of his head again. The blond swordsman pulled out the huge two-handed sword on his back reflexively, and then raised his head, the sight in his eyes made his breath choked—countless streams of flames flowed back to Melukidik's bloody mouth, it was almost As if caught by an invisible tornado, it gradually condensed in Yanlong's throat.
This is not a sign of the "flame thunder" launching, but a shock wave dozens of times more powerful. If this blow really fell from the sky, maybe the place where Roland and Shifan were standing would become a real volcano, right? But the prey didn't have the slightest choice. Looking down from a high altitude, the entire battlefield could be seen at a glance. In fact, even if there is enough terrain to block the line of sight, under the power of the shock wave, it is just a mantis' arm, and the evaders will be buried in the flames together with the bunker.
What to do? Roland suddenly felt that the shackles of despair that had been shaken off had once again locked his body, and his hands holding the sword trembled slightly.
White hands stretched out from the back without warning, and then the girl's warm and soft body pressed against the young man—Shifan hugged Roland from behind.
"If it's you... If it's you, maybe I can unleash my unawakened power." Amid the roar of the battlefield, the black-haired girl's words were as clear as ever, like a whisper beside her ear, "Roland, can you hear me?" singing right? So... I want to trust you once."
"Come and fight with me, use your own will to cut through all the enemies in front of you~!"
Accompanied by Shifan's firm words, the words engraved on the surface of Frost Wrath suddenly lit up, and the same cold brilliance as in the eyes of the Sword Lord flowed out, just like a new moon rising from the dark sea.
"It's finally here." Richeill opened his eyes, then stood up slowly, and walked out of the rest room with closed eyes.
The owner of Moonlight Isle walked through the corridor decorated with flowers, the hall full of books, and the spiral staircase with no end in sight, and finally arrived at the bottom of the tower, where the arena was located. On the other side of this giant rotunda, in front of the just-closed gate, the two intruders were quietly waiting for the upcoming battle.
Slightly forward is a human girl with short hair, a calm expression and a perfect posture. However, her black eyes concealed all vitality, and the elf knew the meaning contained in it very well-it was a blade that did not need to think and judge, and would never hesitate, even if it was smashed to pieces, it would definitely fulfill the master's wish.
It's useless, in the face of prayer, your determination can only lead you to a dead end. Lycecil said this silently to Nightingale in her heart, and then turned her gaze to the other person.
The first thing that catches the eyes of the prayer is a sword—the ancient scabbard is decorated with flames, the center of the hilt is inlaid with a sky blue gemstone, and the stretched guards are like open arms, making the whole weapon form made a perfect cross. It is a Holy Cross sword, a powerful weapon forged for the Knight of the Goddess.
However, at this moment, the owner of the sword does everything he can to prevent the goddess from fulfilling her wish.
"Unsurprisingly, you are the only one who can do this. Even though we only met once a hundred years ago, I still remember the situation at that time." Ricesil's tone was as cold as ice, "Mobadi ?Single Weiss, the one who betrayed Jagasi."
"A mortal who wants to get rid of the shackles of the gods, if possible, I hope you can describe it like this." The holder of the holy cross sword corrected unhurriedly, "Although it is expected that sooner or later, I will have to make an end with the emperor's lover, but I didn’t expect it to be in the Moon Capital.”
"What is your current alias?" asked the elf.
"Seget." The blood race didn't mean to hide.
"The vice president of the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce... I should have guessed it a long time ago." The prayer man's pupils shrank instantly, "In this way, we can connect—politics, military, and economy, your power has penetrated into all aspects. Mobadi, are you planning to turn the entire Canados continent into your own marionette?"
After Jagassi left, couldn't even God restrain his power from expanding? Thinking of this, the elf couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.
"I'm not interested in power. It's just that if you want to fight against God, those are the necessary conditions, otherwise the dream will become empty talk." The rebel said and took a step forward, "Risesil, although you have been It was hindering my plan, but in the end I came here~!"
"Now, please give me the end of Ishtoli." The blood clan stretched out his hand.
At the end of Luweisi's arms, he sneered contemptuously: "The momentum is quite large, but I am very surprised why the powerful swordsman who mastered Yunyao didn't fight against Luvis' paladins at the beginning, but now he is so eager to kill him. A girl who is not even fifteen years old?"
"It's okay to be considered a bully, but I can tell you the reason." The tone of the vice president of the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce did not change, "Because for us mortal guardians, Lu Weisi is not at all What. No, what a 'god' like her is doing will only make the situation better for us."
"The power of the previous goddess was not great, but her desire for power was very strong. Therefore, the believers of Luvis had to expand everywhere for her will. After forming a huge empire, the internal centralized rule It has brought a series of corruption and ills. Perhaps the Saint Capital of Luvis and the guardian circle are indeed dazzling achievements created by the believers, but how many bones and innocent souls have accumulated under that?"
"Once people's eyes are no longer blocked by the gorgeous holy light, they will find that the so-called 'god' is no different from a dictator. One day, mortals will refuse to exchange their beliefs for the power of the goddess, And that will be the end of the age of God."
"But Ishutori is different." Richell's expression was still cold.
"That's right." The blood race nodded in agreement, it seems that what is going on at this moment is not a tense war, but a friendly academic debate. A radical idealist. I have nothing to say about mortals being guided by such a goddess."
"It's just a pity that she seems to have no interest in the mortal world, and she only wants to obtain the power of the end to fulfill her wish." The rebel's words suddenly changed, "We absolutely cannot allow this, because That means destruction."
"As an elf, you should be most aware of the influence of the power of the goddess on the present world." Mobadi added the accent on the word "elf".
"Elf?" Lycesil was stunned for a moment, then his whole body tensed up as if awakened, his eyes were instantly covered with dark clouds that could never be dispelled, "Are you talking about the demise of the kingdom of elves?"
"Hey, is it really involved in this research? It would be much more convenient to explain that way." A sneer appeared on the corner of the other party's mouth, "There is no need to discuss what happened in Canados hundreds of years ago. Eight years ago, the new The tragedy of the Lord is the best proof-the destruction of Blainas on the continent of Lorentan."
The cold and heavy voice of the blood race reverberated in the arena, like a death knell, making everything fall into dead silence.
"Ishutoli has a strong obsession, so reflected in the present world, she gained great power—those death knights are the best example. But Luvis can't do that, she can only use Her own power is attached to the mortal body and manifested in the form of holy light. In front of the undead, the attacks of the paladins are pale and powerless. Therefore, when the dawn is approaching, Luvis cannot rely on her human believers. Find another way to stop the newborn goddess. That's the elf."
"The connection between the body and soul of humans and demi-humans is extremely stable, and the trauma suffered by the body will be directly reflected on the soul, so when the body perishes, the soul will return to the Netherworld and decompose in the Yinghai; the undead is just the opposite, The connection between the body and the soul is almost zero, there are only a few key connection points. Therefore, our vampires or those death knights will have a strong recovery ability, because the trauma of the body will not have any effect on the soul."
"Elves are existences between the two. Your soul and body are not closely connected, so you can have a lifespan of hundreds of years, but they are not completely unrelated, so you still cannot escape pain and death. This happens to be a The last choice of a desperate goddess—not too powerful to be controlled, but more moldable than a human soul."
"Therefore, Luvis stripped the souls of the Blainas elves in some way, their bodies fell into eternal sleep, and their souls were condensed into a powerful weapon—the apostle. Since an apostle is composed of several It is constructed from the soul of an elf, so in terms of power it is especially superior to the death knight. But it is a pity that even so, the incompetent Luvis still cannot prevent the dawn of Ishutori from coming."
"Where did you know this?" Lycecil interrupted the other party's discussion, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.
"Kelina's research results, of course, I went to Lorendan to verify it myself after the dawn of Ishutori. This is true." Mobadi replied without any hesitation, and then he suddenly remembered something and laughed , "In addition, I also know some parts that even you and Jagasi have not yet discovered... About the goddess' wish..."
"Speak out." Luvis's face at the end of the day was gloomy.
"Although it is indeed exciting to pursue ideals at all costs, what Ishutori will do after getting the end is probably the same as Lu Weisi's dying struggle. The only difference is that the affected Not just the elves in a small area, but the whole world."
"The end of the world? It's really an alarmist statement." The praying man stared at the vampire intently, as if he wanted to see the flaws in the pupils of the gemstones.
"I won't say that exaggeratedly. But Ishutoli will indeed transform the world according to his own standards, similar to the tricks of 'Doomsday Judgment'." Mobadi's voice suddenly dropped, changing Dangerous as a knife's edge.
"This world is full of cruelty from the day it was born. People cannot choose where, when and how they were born. Different starting points lead to different results. Among the knights, there are warriors who have gained status by themselves, and there are also knights who only Among the thieves, there are fools who desire to get something for nothing, and there are poor people who are forced by circumstances."
"However, in this cruel reality where there are no standards at all, don't you find it ridiculous that Ishutoli thinks she can bring fairness and justice? What qualifications does she have to judge mortals? What qualifications does she have to change reality ?” The blood-red eyes of the traitor burned in an instant, “We mortals are the only ones who can change the reality, so I will never allow the goddess to destroy this world arbitrarily by her own will~!”
"Unfortunately, your 'judgment' is also outrageous to Shifan." After a long silence, Richeill took a deep breath, and then replied resolutely, "If I have to make a choice, I will do it for Protect her and fight to the end~!"
"I don't think there is any misunderstanding between us anymore. Since you made the decision with your own will..." Accompanied by the tone of the sentence, the sleeping Holy Cross Sword finally woke up, and the cold and radiant long front "swish" out of the sheath, "Then, we only have to say goodbye, Richsil."
In the next instant, the silent Nightingale flew across the ground, shooting directly at the praying man on the opposite side with both man and sword.
The elf gracefully raised her right hand, and in an instant, the huge half-moon-shaped wind blade broke away from her fingertips. The transparent edge of the blade and the air of different densities made the scene look slightly distorted. This wind blade kept splitting, and finally turned into a transparent rain that tore through the air, sealing off all the opponent's action routes, and rushed towards the prey with a sharp whistling.
But Zefelis's face was still as deep as water - this level of attack was only equivalent to ordinary sword fighting spirit, and there was no threat at all in front of himself who had mastered Yunyao's profound meaning. The girl drew out the soft sword at her waist, and pointed it at the weakest part of the wind blade with incomparable precision. She wanted to use offense as defense, and after breaking through the defense, the blow was fatal.
However, Jingwang Jian Chenxi was pulled back by a powerful force when he was halfway through the stab - Mobadi grabbed the student's wrist and forcibly stopped the sword that was about to penetrate the target.
"Ah~!"
For the first time in his life, Zephyris showed a panicked expression in the middle of a battle. Because when she came back to her senses, she suddenly found that the bright sword was in front of her eyes, and the blade was less than one centimeter away from her throat.
Lycecil stood on the other side of the arena without even moving a finger.
Everything just now is just the power of the prayer technique, the wind blade does not exist, if Nightingale completely completes this precise attack, it will be her own neck that will be pierced.
"Does it hurt?" When the blood clan let go of his hand, he found that the girl's fair wrist was already flushed.
"I'm very sorry, teacher... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted without authorization." Zephyris closed his eyes in pain, his face pale.
"The other party is the end of Luvis, who has mastered the most powerful prayer technique. It is natural for ordinary people to be unable to deal with it. You don't have to worry about it." Mobadi patted the other party's shoulder, and then strode to the front, "Continue Come down and leave it to me."
"Yes." Nightingale sheathed her sword and quietly retreated beyond the distance of the confrontation. Although the heart of the loser was still beating wildly from the dangerous scene just now, she was not worried about the next battle—maybe the opponent was indeed stronger than expected, but the teacher would never fail, the girl had always believed so.
"So you also feel lonely?" The elf teased sarcastically, but his eyes became more alert. The prayer technique just now should have distorted Mobadi's consciousness together, but the other party was not only not affected, but actually helped his subordinates out of the hallucination, which made Richesier feel uneasy.
I don't have time to look for the reason. A mistake in a fierce confrontation will bring fatal consequences. I must attack with all my strength and deal with him immediately. The prayer judged like this, and with her will, hundreds of phantom armor in heavy armor and holding sharp blades emerged from the void, rushing towards them like a gust of wind.
"Prayer is ineffective for me." Mobadi put the cross sword on his chest according to the ancient etiquette, pointing the blade at the sky, and then slowly walked towards the opponent. He was approaching at an extremely slow speed, but there was a faint sense of formidable power following him, as if a mountain peak piercing into the sky was unshakable.
The wall made of illusory swords and lights could not stop the pace of the traitor at all. He didn't care about the giant sword of the phantom armor passing by his body, and just strode forward.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the holy cross sword in the hands of the blood clan moved, and with the crisp sound of metal clashing, the cross sword blocked the force of the head-on slashing—it turned out that the eyes were not pure illusions, countless The real sharp sword is hidden in the light and shadow of the opponent. At the moment when the opponent is negligent, the phantom armor that exists in reality will kill the prey in an instant. This is where the prayer technique is really powerful.
However, Mobadi easily blocked this sure-to-kill blow, Richesier found it inconceivable.
"What on earth have you... done?" For the first time, the emperor's lover felt that the battle was out of his grasp.
"The power of 'End' can only be countered by 'End' itself, you know this very well." The blood race showed nostalgic expression, "Since Kailinna revealed the truth of the world for me, of course she will also give me resistance This true power~!"
As if to prove the words, the gems inlaid on the Holy Cross Sword suddenly radiated bright brilliance, splashing countless waves like ripples in the air, causing all illusions to disappear in an instant. The remaining dozens of real phantom armor stood alone, like dead wood about to break.
"That's Kailina's sapphire~!" Seeing the scene in front of her, Lu Weisi suddenly woke up and whispered to herself in an unbelievable tone, "The amulet that belongs to the end..."
In the blink of an eye, Mobadi had cut all the puppets in half, and now nothing could stop him. Between the traitor and the goddess of the end, there is only a bright Holy Cross sword.
"Don't you think you rely too much on prayer skills?" the blood race said, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.