Mobadi did not hesitate to adopt the method of central breakthrough. The physical characteristics of the vampire allowed him to directly gain the speed of thrusting without any run-up. The holy cross sword that was originally facing the sky turned into a bright line in an instant, and shot towards the target's heart together with the shadow-like sword bearer.
But before the attack was about to erupt, it was suddenly extinguished—a nearly transparent barrier blocked the sharp thrust from the front—it was a pair of transparent wings stretched out from Lycesil’s back, and every feather on it They are all extremely sharp blades. Under the reflection of splashing sparks, this pair of wings wrapped in death is reflecting a dazzling light.
The flying equipment belonging to the strongest prayer, the penetrator "Pure Color Wind".
Except for the power of Kaleena's sapphire, the Holy Cross Sword itself can't be compared with this pair of Death Wings who combine offense and defense at all. The difference between the weapons of the two sides is quite obvious. But even so, there was no relaxation in the prayer man's eyes. Also as the master of Yunyao's profound meaning, Richesill understood one thing a long time ago - the sword is not terrible, what is terrible is the hand holding the sword and the person holding the sword.
How far has Mobadi's Yunyao reached
The emperor's lover looked at his opponent seriously, tiptoed lightly, and walked lightly in the air. From a distance, the elf seems to be still standing steadily, but in fact she is suspended in the air a few inches above the ground. Although it is only a small distance, the speed in battle will be a qualitative leap.
However, even if one gets rid of the shackles of gravity with the help of flying equipment, even if thousands of blades fly together in the wind of pure color, the speed of the body still cannot surpass the speed of the heart. The outstretched wings of the elf brought bursts of rain-like silver light, but they couldn't break through the defense of the vampire. Mobadi's ghostly figure moved forward and backward freely among the layers of sword shadows, and the heavy cross sword drew shining circles one after another, blocking all the attacks of the elves.
Then, the edge of the sword suddenly brought a little silver light, and inserted it into the gaps of thousands of blades with incomparable precision. The transparent wings spun violently in an instant, Lycesil was forced to get out of the confrontation distance, and the wings fluttered into the air. Blood dripped continuously from her left shoulder, and the bright red against the green dress was particularly dazzling.
"It's really disappointing, your Yunyao is nothing more than that." Mobadi swung the cross sword mockingly, but his eyes did not let go of the prey's every move.
"Some things are always determined by fate. I don't have the extravagant hope of mastering Yunyao at the grandmaster level." Licesil replied indifferently, not caring about the trauma on his shoulder, "Yagashi once told me that due to the soul and Due to the separation of the body, the undead will not feel tired and pain, so the consciousness can concentrate without interference. Compared with humans, this feature allows them to better control Yunyao."
"But don't forget, undead..." The elf's words suddenly became icy cold, "This talent is also your fatal weakness~!" Before he finished speaking, a burst of intense light suddenly burst out between the hands of the prayer.
The will of the praying man can drive the waves in the sea of thoughts, affect the spiritual world, and finally cause material damage in this world. Among them, the power of the four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire appears most frequently. As the manifestation of nature, the power of the elements is enough to shake all things. However, the profound meaning of prayer can not only reach the spirit world, it can also reach the nether world, where there are the last two elements that make up this world.
The two forces that govern life and death.
When the souls of the dead fall into the deepest sea of the nether world, the power that breaks them down is called the "power of darkness", and when the souls of the dead float into the world, the power that creates them is called "the power of darkness." Holy power". The former is fatal to the living, while the latter is equally fatal to the undead. If mortals want to use the power of the nether world, they must obtain the help of the gods. However, as part of the god itself, such steps are completely redundant for Starchild, and Goddess's End can easily use them.
At this moment, the rays of light gathered between Richesill's palms are the manifestation of the Holy Power. In the world, this light has a well-known name——
Holy Light.
"Sunwalker, the sun can't destroy you, but the Holy Light can." The elf who regained the initiative smiled slightly, "Don't you think it's ironic? Although you and the death knights are at odds, you and them fear the same The power of life."
The dazzling bright golden flame in the praying man's hand quickly spread to the surroundings, flowing through the master's arms like water, stirring up warm ripples on the pair of transparent wings, and finally condensed into a burning golden armor. The whole body of the elf is wrapped in the outline of the rhythm of the holy light, and the flying equipment "Pure Color Wind" has also become a pair of flame wings wandering the flow of light.
If one had to describe it, Richesill at this moment must be the angel with blazing feathers that only exists in poetry and fantasy.
Looking intently at the beautiful figure in the flames, even Mobadi's expression tensed up uncontrollably, and the blood-red jewel pupils shrank much more than before.
But before the opposing sides broke the balance, the people waiting in the corner of the arena moved first. The holy light technique is fatal to the undead, but to flesh and blood human beings, not only is it not a threat, but it can also prevent them from worrying about injury. Seeing this, Zefelis drew out the Jingwang Sword without hesitation, and was about to step forward to attack.
"Go back." The stern voice forced Nightingale to stop.
"But, teacher..." The girl very rarely wanted to refute. In addition to the sharpness of a warrior, her pupils also contained worry and anxiety hidden in her eyes.
"The opponent can use Holy Light and Consciousness Distortion at the same time, and this level of attack is invalid." Mobadi shook his head seriously, but then showed a relaxed smile, "Don't worry, I will never be stopped It's here. If you can't even defeat Lu Weisi's End, then there's no need to face Ishutori's End in the future."
"...Yes." After a few seconds of inner struggle, Nightingale finally lowered her head and retreated to the edge of the arena. Only this time, the girl's voice was resolute and abnormal, "Please be sure to win~!"
"Of course." The traitor once again raised his sword slowly, with the blade facing the sky. The sharp blade reflected in those blood-red pupils, with arrogance and confidence.
"You really love her very much." Lycecil was not in a hurry to attack, and she didn't raise her hand to gather the power of the holy light until the conversation between the two was over.
"Yeah, but... I'm not going to give up the whole world for my daughter." The other party replied coldly.
"What a pathetic realization. With this self-satisfying spirit of sacrifice, do you think you can be forgiven for betraying Yagasi?" Those words made the elf feel murderous in an instant, and the rhythmic life force was also mixed with it. Feeling an indescribable cruelty, "Come and try it, and see how you, who are deeply sinful, will be purified into ashes under the purest holy light technique~!"
The next moment, dozens of brilliant arcs of wind shot out from the prayer man's wings, turning the entire arena into a sea of light and fire.
Just as the Eternal Lamp cannot completely defend against Uther's storm of holy light, the sapphire of Kailina also cannot completely absorb the stream of holy light that overflows the entire battlefield. Even though the whole body was covered by the light blue wall, the undead man's leather armor still hissed, and smoke began to smoke along with the flesh inside. Mobadi finally tasted the long-lost pain, the unforgettable pain of being burned and devoured.
Shrouded in the light pouring down like a torrential rain, his only choice was to dodge with all his strength. Even if there was an occasional opportunity for melee combat, the vampires still had no choice but to give up—under such strong holy light, ordinary physical trauma would instantly disappear. Heal, if you can't kill with one blow, the attack is meaningless.
The unknown decisive moment must be created and grasped, Mobadi's sparkling jewel pupils judged without a doubt.
However, Richesier also understood this and did not intend to give the other party any chance. The power of Prayer seems to be endless, every time her wings vibrate, there will be a wave of golden waves in the arena, rolling over the target like a mountain. Under the turbulent impact, the spherical protective layer protecting Mobadi began to gradually flicker with a half-bright light, looking like a small boat that was about to sink.
It will end soon, this war that has lasted for hundreds of years... A merciless light flashed in the eyes of Blazing Angel. Now, Lycecil was hovering in the center of the arena, while his prey was driven to the edge by the surging tide of light, and the towering wall behind him made it impossible for him to retreat. As long as the next wave of attack is full of pressure, the opponent's protective cover will collapse soon, and at that moment is the time when the soul of the undead will be burned.
Driven by the prayer's will, the stream of holy light rushed towards him like a living beast. The huge impact knocked Mobadi into the air. However, just as Lycecil was about to destroy the defense of Kaleena's sapphire, the unexpected ending distracted the elves who were waiting in full battle for a moment.
"What~!?" The prayer blurted out with a trace of surprise, and at the same time, an unbelievably sharp look flashed across the pupils of the blood race.
Before being crushed into pieces by external forces, the light blue wall disappeared by itself first~! Not only that, even the sapphire inlaid on the cross sword dimmed instantly~! Suddenly, as if in response, a scorching light burst out from the tip of the cross sword, like the brightest star in the dark night sky—Mobadi desperately gave up his defense, and gathered all the power of the end in On the edge of the cross sword.
Then he finally launched the only real attack since countless dodges. The blood clan's wrist holding the sword shook violently, and under the guidance of this force, the cross sword became the sharpest dart, cutting through the surging waves, piercing through the stagnant air, across the entire arena in an instant, and shooting directly at Richer Syl's heart.
The blade that condenses the ultimate power of the goddess is enough to destroy any substance in this world, and the prayer man can only dodge. At the critical moment, Lycecil and the spinning cross sword finally passed by, but the penetrator "Pure Color Wind" was easily cut open. The elf's right wing was immediately nailed to the wall by the cross sword.
The decisive moment has been created, and the next thing to do...is to grasp it~! The jewel pupils of the traitor ignited blood-like red flames, shrouded in golden holy light, like the fangs of ferocious hungry wolves on the vast prairie.
Zephyris, who was waiting quietly, suddenly took a step forward, with a metallic luster in his hand—the girl threw the Jingwang Sword against the waves of the holy light, and the weapon stayed in the air for less than a second before being caught by another Strong hands held tightly.
Mobadi's hand~!
The next moment, Gemstone pupils drew two dazzling bright lines in the air, and the ghostly figure of the blood race passed by the billowing heat wave at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, and the turbulent holy light could not even hit the afterimage behind him. In the blink of an eye, the gust of wind had swept across the entire arena and shot straight at the immobile prayer.
Really pick the time~! Lycecil frowned. She was no longer able to use her mind-bending—a constant burst of distraction was coming from the crossed sword pinned to her right wing, preventing the delicate art of prayer. And no matter how the holy light burned, Mobadi still rushed here desperately, and the only choice now was hand-to-hand combat.
Although my Yunyao has not yet reached its peak... But Mobadi, don't think that you can easily succeed like this.
The elf's mouth twisted into a grim smile. When the opponent leaped high and slashed down from mid-air, the left wing of the blazing angel suddenly soared against the howling wind of the sword, bringing a ray of pure gold light.
A large piece of red splashed down, it was not the warm blood of the living, but the dark red dead blood of the undead—this strike of the prayer brought the fine king sword "Dawn" and the arm holding it to the shoulder cut down. But in the red torrential rain, the victor's eyes revealed unbelievable surprise.
At this moment of time freezing, a flash of brilliance suddenly flashed through Mobadi's jewel pupils. Licesil is very familiar with the meaning contained in it, because a long time ago, Jagasi on the battlefield would often show such an expression—for the reminiscencers, this is a nostalgic past; but for the enemy, this is A prophecy of despair and death.
In fact, what I longed for was just such a close call. Mobadi's blood-red eyes were whispering so.
The traitor landed lightly in front of the prayer.
The severed arm and the long sword stagnated in the air, the rain of blood was about to fall, the holy light spread out uncontrollably, and the sharp wings kept stretching, even Richesier's eyes that grasped the profound meaning of Yunyao could not clearly see this movement .
The blood clan finally broke through all the defenses, and his iron fist hit the target's vulnerable abdomen. The powerful impact penetrated the elf's soft body in an instant, causing deep cracks to radiate in all directions on the stone wall behind her. A stream of thick blood gushed out of Richesill's mouth, and as his consciousness gradually blurred, the elf's body hanging on the opponent's fist also fell to the ground.
"...rest in peace, proud prayer man." Mobadi's voice drifted over, as far away as on the other side of life and death.
Is that the end
A relieved smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Richeill's mouth, her vision gradually blurred, and finally she fell into an inescapable darkness. That's good, I can finally get away from the endless fighting, out of this ruthless world, and go back to Yagasi's embrace.
But there is one more thing that must be done before falling into eternal sleep.
"Teacher~!" Zefelis shouted and ran over, carefully helping Mobadi who was half kneeling on the ground. The victor's severed arm was covered in blood and flesh, and the white bones protruded obliquely, but this terrifying wound would not cause much trouble to the undead. Power of Light—Although the rushing stream of holy light in the arena is fading rapidly, the power of life penetrating into the soul will not be extinguished because of this, and the blood race has to continue the brutal battle.
"Sword..." He suddenly remembered something, and breathed out the word with difficulty.
Nightingale immediately handed over the holy cross sword. The moment the undead touched the Kailina sapphire, a round of azure light immediately enveloped his whole body, disintegrating the holy light that devoured the soul one by one. Seeing that the face of the caring person gradually returned to blood, Zefelis' eyes finally relaxed.
"Are you all right?" the girl asked softly.
"Well, it's finally over." Mobadi sighed, and then connected his right arm to the wound. The powerful healing ability of the vampire makes the severed limbs reconnect with the body quickly. "The biggest obstacle has been cleared. The next thing to do is to find the end of Ishutori. She must be hidden in this tower..."
But this sentence was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"It's over, Mobadi Singwith." Even though the body with closed eyes has gone cold, Lycesil's words came from all directions, as if she had merged with the air, "Although the final The power of the last amulet is indeed very strong, but... if I sacrifice my life, even the strongest protection power will be burnt to ashes~!"
"Oops~!" An angry look flashed in the eyes of the blood race, "This guy plans to die with us~!"
"I will never let you kill Shifan, absolutely." The prayer man's firm words were like a violent wind, making the entire arena and the tower above it tremble slightly.
"Zefi, come to me." The traitor pulled the girl into his arms, and then thrust the holy cross sword into the ground. Sensing the master's resolute will, countless bright rays of light burst out from the sapphire, and in an instant, a faintly visible honeycomb-shaped force field was created around his body.
"Teacher... can you resist it?" Nightingale raised her head and asked a little uneasy.
"Of course." Mobadi's voice regained his confidence, "Don't forget, we also risked our lives to fight here. Even the end of the goddess can't stop mortals' desire for freedom~!"
No matter what kind of enemy there is in front of me, I must also correct this world.
"Here we come~!" Shifan's whisper was very clear on the noisy battlefield.
The condensed flame finally reached its limit, and the condensed light burst out in an instant, turning into an overwhelming shock wave, which roared out from Melikidike's mouth. The space was distorted in an instant, a huge sonic boom oppressed the entire battlefield, and the sky looked like a sea of flames.
It's now~!
Roland took a step forward, concentrating all the strength he could bring with both hands on the edge of Frost Lamentation, facing the suffocating Foehn wind against the mountain. An icy blue light gushed out from the sword, cut through the surrounding air, rushed straight to the burning sky, and finally intercepted the white-hot shock wave. The place where the flame meets the stream of light immediately becomes a vacuum, and even the fine dust is destroyed by the terrifying force, shattered into powder that cannot be seen by the naked eye, and then burned due to high heat, turning into nothingness.
The light that was more dazzling than the sun finally dispersed from the sky. The flames of the Unbreakable Prayer Sword pierced into the rocks one after another after being hit deflected, like snakes of fire running around under the ground, and after finding a weak breakthrough point, they swarmed out again, and the entire battlefield suddenly became Volcanic communities, erupting magma one after another. Both the death knight and the human knight gave up fighting at this moment, trying their best to dodge left and right in this sea of flames.
In the middle of the molten earth, Roland and Shifan managed to survive the strongest attack of Melkidek. But they didn't have a chance to celebrate, because Yan Long's mouth once again gathered scorching flames—the next shock wave was about to be completed.
Will this guy's power never run out... A bitter taste of despair appeared on the back of the young man's tongue.
Originally thought that the energy blade swung with all its strength just now could hurt Yanlong, or at least cut through the shock wave, but in fact its only function was to replace the defensive barrier. To make matters worse, the two of them couldn't even defend themselves now—Roland only felt burning pain all over his body, and even the hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling uncontrollably, unable to use any strength at all. Behind him, the girl hugging him may be in the same situation, because the young man can clearly feel the violent ups and downs of the other's chest.
"The Crimson King's strength is not at the same level as ours. It won't last long if we continue to be a target here." Roland calmly analyzed the situation, but there was nothing but helplessness in his voice, "Can you still summon the fire phoenix?"
"Can't be summoned." The girl shook her head, hugged him tightly subconsciously, and then emphasized her tone, "But... you must never die here. If you admit defeat, everything will be over~!"
"En." Roland nodded.
However, the gap drawn by the cruel reality is not an obstacle that ordinary people can cross by will. What should I do to get out of the current predicament? How exactly do you have to do it to complete the real attack? Even if it's only once~! Even if you have to risk your life~! The youth asked himself anxiously, but could not get an answer.
Maybe the answer he and Shifan are looking for at this moment does not exist at all.
The next moment, the battlefield suddenly became silent—the sound of huge footsteps that had been going on since the beginning suddenly disappeared, and the mountain-like stone lion stopped moving, just standing there stiffly.
"Li Se~!?" Shi Fan shouted in surprise. Accompanied by the girl's uneasy words, a pure golden light suddenly emerged from the void, gently wrapping her and the youth she was holding.
"It's time to leave the nest, Shifan." The elf's light words sounded in my ears, like a spring breeze, "I'm really sorry, but I can no longer continue the agreement with you... So, I With the last strength, I will send you out of the battlefield and away from the enemy."
"Wait, don't leave me alone~!" The black-haired girl tore off her cold mask and struggled recklessly, but her body and Roland were lifted into the air, unable to move.
"Although the time I spent with you was short, it was one of the best times in my long life. I really want to bring you to Jagasi, which is my long-cherished wish." Although It doesn't exist in front of her eyes, but the girl feels that her adoptive mother is smiling and shaking her head, "But now you must leave here, leave this land that has been burned by flames."
Accompanied by the gentle words of the prayer, the sky above the battlefield suddenly surged with wind and clouds, and a ray of white light burst out from the center of the sun, like a thin and sharp blade, cutting through the dull sky in an instant. The continuously gushing blades of light rotated, sprinkled countless crystal stardust, and gradually formed a vortex-like crack. Through this huge wound, people can vaguely see the figure of the Baishi Mountains piercing into the sky in this world.
"That's... the passage~!" Richard exclaimed in disbelief.
"The road to the present world has been opened." Mortidal shouted, and quickly turned his gaze to the still stone lion, "What happened? The leader..."
Under the watchful eyes of thousands of pairs of persistent gazes, the pure golden ball of light slowly rises with Shifan and Roland, breaks free from the shackles of gravity, and suddenly flies into the sky, turning into a spot of light in the gap. The trailing flames trailing behind the light sphere are like dewdrops dripping onto the water surface, causing layer after layer of ripples to appear in the scene reflected in the passage, and eventually the entire vortex disappears quickly.
"Ah?" Melukitick stared dumbfounded at the rift disappearing from his eyes, "This...hey, you guys are ignoring me gorgeously, aren't you?"
But then, a subtle and dangerous omen coming from the tower diverted Yan Long's attention. The Crimson King narrowed his eyes, and cruel flames flashed across his pupils: "Risecil's breath... what day is it today, so many enemies have come to the door. But it's a pity, it seems that there is no possibility of making a move gone."
That vampire is stronger and more useful than imagined. Yan Long silently calculated in his heart. Since Mobadi's goal is also the end of the goddess, why not let this lovely undead be cannon fodder... Of course, the premise is that he can survive the gale that destroys everything.
"Enen, as for me, I have to go first." As if responding to the words of the master of flames, a red vortex opened up on the zenith again, but the end of this gap was filled with high temperature and light. The Fire Spirit World, "No way, although I am very unwilling, but the avant-garde enemies like terrorists should be left to you guys who are not afraid of death. Bye~!"
When Yan Long's huge figure disappeared into the vortex, the ground began to tremble. A glare of white light condensed from the belly of the stone lion and gradually climbed to the top of the tower. The sunlight from the sky, the reflection from the blade, and all the surrounding light dimmed as if being absorbed, and the entire space suddenly contracted like a heart.
The brave leader of the Ice Crown Knights and the calm commander of the undead army reached a rare tacit understanding, and the same word came out of their mouths.
"Escape~!"
A dazzling chain of fire shot up from the top of the Prayer Tower, drawing a golden trail in the vast sky. Then, a dazzling halo suddenly burst out from the top of the sky, like a string of flowers blooming brilliantly. The colorful rays of light illuminated the battlefield covered in blood and magma, turning everything reflected into nothingness in the air.
This is the ultimate power that can turn all ashes to ashes and dust to dust, a flower of death that blooms brilliantly on the earth at the cost of Richesier's life.