In fact, for Edward now, this kind of monster is not very troublesome in theory. As long as he uses his divine power to shape some simple weapons, it will take a minute to split these things into firewood... However, the theory is
Theory is always restricted by reality - if Edward used divine power in such a close place, Azus didn't notice that it would be a hell!
The only way to escape is to escape?
There is no need to escape too far. Just delay the time and continue until Gracia or Maman... No matter which devil takes action, it attracts Azus' attention, then Asmotiels can't make trouble.
Found him and Edward on his head!
After making up his mind, Edward reached out and pulled the paladin beside him, turned around and flew out!
After wandering around in the air for several circles, he slowly raised his height - the extended branches of the World Tree are essentially equivalent to tentacles, and they must have a limit in length. Edward dared not say anything about the left and right, but there will inevitably be a certain level of upward movement.
The limit... However, the enemy he faced was not stupid. Yugathirah obviously retained some basic wisdom-
Almost without hesitation, she divided four clones, and eight vine whips that differentiated from her arms flew in the air, completely blocking all the upward space around her. Although Edward tried to use the power of thought control to block and change.
The direction of these huge vines, but the power of the mind condenses and activates, and a tentacle will be opened, and two will follow in the next moment! For a moment, he felt a little poor at dealing with it!
This place is above the world tree after all...
...
"His Majesty Yugathirah, the sinner has been killed. Please calm your anger... We bow to you, fearful and regretful..."
An elf in a sacrificial robe shouted loudly, and the magic expanded his voice into a roar of greatness and clarity, slowly spreading to the distance like a bell, and behind him, dozens of elves lined up in a half-ring,
He fell down toward the tentacles formed by the world trees, and also made a pious call. Dozens of sounds mixed together and continued.
But even this shout, strengthened by magic, could not suppress it from coming from all directions. The thunderous rumbling sound was mixed in the roar, and the sharp or intermittent wails made the sound even more thrilling - the distance of sight
At the end, more branches and leaves of the world tree are rolling up from the surroundings, and countless tentacles fall from the sky, passing through the streets and alleys...
Swallow everything!
The thick tentacles whipped and rolled, the tree houses and houses collapsed and collapsed, and the exquisite art instantly became ruins... The heavy smoke and dust were raised and sprinkled, almost covering the sky, and the sunlight was dimmed one after another.
In the terrible cry, whether it is the travelers who rob, steal and kill planes, or the elves living in the local area, they are constantly being involved in this terrible whip!
The shouts of the elf in the sacrificial robe stopped.
He raised his head and stood up, his eyes stopped in the distance, on the rolling vines, and then spoke again. But this time, what he recited was no longer the prayers and prayers, but a long string of long ones
Long, special chanting. Each byte is no longer as grand, but low and clear. The invisible magic waves expand outward from his body like ripples, and in an instant it has crossed hundreds of feet in an instant.
Layer layers of luster dissipate on the ripples, surrounding and closely connecting all life along the way.
"madness……"
A subtle voice came from nowhere, it was as low as a sigh, but it passed through all the noise--the rumbling trembling, the sharp tragic horn and the low spell sound, just like that
It was sent into everyone's ears... The heartstrings of every listener couldn't help but tremble. They subconsciously turned their eyes to try to find the source of the sound.
They did not find the source of the sound, but they witnessed the arrival of disaster.
Silently, more than ten dark brown tentacles stretched to the sky from the end of their sight, paused slightly, and then a howling storm roared, constantly expanding in their vision! That moment was so short, and
So long, the elves lost their glorious eyes reflected the clear texture of the huge tentacles. They noticed that each tentacle was entangled by dozens of vines, and they were gradually splitting.
Occupying all the remaining space in the sky!
The magic was surging, forming a brilliant shield, but the small resistance was destined to be futile. The seven-colored hemisphere was then twisted, broken, and exploded into colorful lights and fires in the dark brown shadow.
Then there is the flashing blood color, and the endless darkness that follows,
"This powerful existence with wisdom should not only use such a simple attack, but at least there should be some magic attacks to assist... It's really boring."
In the sky that was thousands of feet high, Disbart lowered his head slightly and stared at the tragic battlefield beneath his feet. Countless vines surging, mixing the plasma and dust ruins into a strange and grand dark scroll. The ground also began to float, and then the canine teeth were intertwined.
A large crack appeared on the ground, sinking, and slid to both sides of the horizon with countless earth and rocks, as if in infinitely high cracks... a metal armor exuding a pitch-black luster covered the body of the king of steel, like a skeleton.
The helmet made his voice buzzing, but it could not hide the subtle loss in the semantics of the Iron King: "However, what did Asmotiels do?"
"Just sneaking into it...but it seems that the God of the Wizard seems to have made such an interesting choice first..."
Mephistopheles' appearance was as always, and the metal cards were still swimming in front of him. His slender fingers slowly brushed through the metal pieces, as if answering the questions of his companions.
But it seemed to be talking to himself: "Is Yugathirah's... parasite?"
The 8th Prison Lord's eyes drooped slightly, but the dark red pupils reflected an empty space. Under the not-far sky, the shadow of the sun seemed to penetrate into a layer of hazy mist, and the branches of the World Tree, where
It stretched in the curling winding, and there seemed to be a hint of golden red luster in the hazy green, which could not stop scrolling.
But a trace of whiteness cut through the deep light and shadow of the scene.
The big devil raised his eyebrows.
Under the feet, in the dust and blood, bright white light shook the brown of the rolling vines like a sharp sword, and a shrill scream like a beast's tragic roar echoed in the space!
"Have you started? No, no... In this way, it's quite interesting and interesting..."
The big devil narrowed his eyes.
At the end of his realization, it was originally the ruins of the city streets, and two huge vines were bouncing vigorously on the ground. They were the weapons of the World Tree and part of its body...a part of it once--this moment,
The two tilted wounds have completely divided the connection it has with the great existence. The golden luster burns like a flame on the neat section, and it keeps going for a long time, making the vine like a wound.
The python is constantly stretching, closing and twisting.
The emerald green liquid constantly spewed out on the long section as the branches twisted, like jade, splashing in the air, and suddenly split when it hit the ground, evaporating the transparent smoke and clouds.
Flashes of extremely fresh aura mixed in the space.
But this struggle ultimately could not save the lost vitality... Because at this moment, one of Yugathirah's clones who originally owned this vine was retreating in a hurry, avoiding the slowly fading bright luster in front of her.
The luster is gradually dimming and closing, but it still makes everything around it surging, and you are afraid of being avoided!
"Sorry... Edward, but... I can't just sit back and watch it happen... In any case, we must stop this unprovoked killing! Even if it's going to hurt Yugathirah!"
Elena stood quietly in the air, and the golden holy flames slowly poured out from around her, turning the wings of the flying technique behind her into golden color, and also rendering the long cross-slashing sword in her hand into a dazzling rainbow
. Her eyes looked around her for a moment, and the six incarnations of the World Tree who were turning in this direction gently exhaled a low apology from her lips.
He sighed softly, and the psychic gaze lowered, a doomsday scene reflected.
The vines beat and shock had destroyed most of the city in an instant. The streets were stacked like broken waves, covered with shocking cracks, and it felt like they had experienced a terrible earthquake. The elegance and
The leisurely, elves city full of art and nature has now been completely destroyed, with only a few beautiful fragments left, which gradually blurred in memory.
As the last remnant, more than ten elves hid under a still-intact wall, and seven adult men maintained similar numbers of women and children. They looked at the dozens of feet in front of them in shock and despair.
The branches of the World Tree that were dancing wildly were no longer able to do anything except to try their best to shrank together.
The reason why they apologized was a proof of her kindness in her heart and the reason for her actions.
So as he raised his head, Edward smiled at the paladin.
But he didn't tell him that she didn't need to be sorry... because everything could not be transferred by her will. She could not save these elves, and she could not attack Yugathirah's actions.
.
Such an attack is as slight as the dander that has penetrated half of the world... In fact, none of this can save the lives of those elves - in this one, there is only a single essence.
In the plane of kindness, they do not need to be saved, nor can they be saved by a mortal. Death is just a new beginning for them. They will return to the center of Avando and be reborn in the power of Corilon.
But what does it matter?
Whether it is a foolish thing or a useless thing... what he likes is the girl who spreads the holy light and tells justice and kindness, the strong and brave paladin?
So, “Just be careful.”
He said.
Then the next moment, he watched the girl hold the hilt of the sword with both hands and cut through the hundreds of feet of void in front of her with a golden sword light.
The platinum-strong holy flame forward, and the light within a hundred feet seemed to gather inward, as if everything dimmed because of this. Then, the trajectory of the light structure expanded like this, the path of the sword edge
Above, several vine whips that had just been swung broke silently, and the will of the World Tree cleverly controlled them, bent layer by layer before the trajectory of the sword blade, but with the green
The colored juice sprinkled the waste, while the golden arc of light continued to move forward without any disturbance.
Until it finally hits a bigger target.
Those who are several times thick and thin, the stems of the world tree clone.
The World Tree makes a painful sound.
Her screams were like countless wood rubbing against each other, low, high, and omnipresent, crossing everyone's eardrums, piercing into the center of her mind, and then it seemed that it would turn into thunder in the sky.
Roar, rumbling and bursting... roar, howl, shout, moan...
In fact, this is no longer a sound, but the will of the huge tree that is directly instilled with waves, full of fear, anger, and anxiety...
Even Edward, in this voice, must completely concentrate all his will to fight the terrible, soul-shaking pain. He closed his eyes, tied up all the tentacles of his soul, and constructed them outside the soul.
A thick line of defense still could not stop it from trembling slightly in the storm-like impact.
Just a moment.
When the psychic wise man raised his gaze again, everything around him had changed in this moment,
It was the green juice sprayed between the broken branches, disappearing with the hissing sound, but the air was restless, and countless turbid ingredients and dense magic energy were constantly entangled and gushing, and no idea when
, They have distorted everything around them, creating the pale, subtle and slowly stirring mist, which has filled it, swallowing everything in it.
Everything is disappearing from sight.
Edward raised his head, and his silver eyes reflected the light green sky in the distance, the golden sunset, the broken city, and the monsters like forest... However, all of this was shrouded in the gradually turbid mist.
From the sky, from the ground, from the wreckage of the broken elves city, the branches of the retreating world trees, so they permeated so quickly, but just a breath,
Everything around him has swallowed into the confused one, with a little light green and thick white, leaving only some subtle shadows.
The psychic warlock's brows slowly frowned, and he slid slightly, allowing himself to lean against Elena's side... And when the distance was only ten feet long, the thick fog around him had almost covered his sight.
Less than a hundred feet in front of it.
"What's going on?"
Elena raised the sword emitting holy flame forward, and a golden light extended from it, piercing deep into the dense clouds, but the shining light passed through the mist, but could not illuminate it.
It seemed anywhere in a ball of water vapor - the golden light was cut off by the faint white and green, and the part that pierced into it disappeared like this.
phantom?
The girl's eyes slightly condensed on the face of the psychic warlock, but in the end she did not express her doubts-
There is probably no illusion in this world that can deceive this person. Although according to what I know in my heart, the world tree Yugathhira should be a greater existence than a god... but for some reason, there is still a voice
, say this in the depths of your heart.
He will not be deceived.
"There is no toxic component in the fog, nor is it an energy, and the feeling of divine power is still smooth, and we are still in place... So be careful not to leave me too far. Yugathirah may have to use this fog as a cover,
Come and carry out a sneak attack on us. We'd better raise it a little more..."
Edward said so, but he stopped in the end. He sighed slightly, reached out and waved his hand, and the rocks on the ground surged like mud, building a simple hemispherical house that enveloped the coma elves
Just to comfort...
"Thank you..." Elena's voice was soft. Although she also knew that such protection was better than nothing to the threat the World Tree might pose, but in this moment, this was already Edward in such a situation.
The greatest help that can give these people is the most helpful.
For this person.
"Oh Edward, you are so leisurely..."
The charming laughter came with the wind, and then Gracia's figure also stepped out a light blue luster. The devil's princess seemed to look around as if nothing had happened, and the third lord Maman, too
Somehow, it turned into the little snake on her ankle again. "What should we do next?" Her bright red eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the fog around her: "I think I have it here
Two very unfortunate news should be told first. The fog is quite strange and I seem to be unable to contact my father now."
Edward just had a slight jaw and ignored the button she deliberately left behind.
——No more than three breaths, the princess really uncovered the puzzle himself: “There is still a problem. No matter whether it is up, down, left and right, it cannot go out. Although teleportation can be used inside... we seem to be trapped by this fog
Now.”
The thick fog around seemed to be the same as the ground for those who were trapped in it. Every inch of space could be where he stood. The surroundings became quieter and quieter, as if even the whistling wind was silent.
Yes, there seemed to be a rhythmic sound of insects again, and melodious music came from afar.r1152