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"Small things?...small things!"
The ** teacher sneered.
It was a hoarse and low voice, some like a roaring and yelling complex, and the words were also unclear. But as soon as it was released, it turned into a terrifying thunder, and then countless lightning flashes slashed down from the air, just like
Countless bright and bright tongues spit out from the dark clouds and concentrated at one point, forming a huge lightning fork that wrapped the gray figure in it.
The gravel on the ground flew, and when the lightning dissipated, the terrible energy had penetrated the ground of the square into a shallow pit the size of a horse! The burnt smell dispersed with the storm, and when it penetrated into the nose, it made people's scalp.
numb.
However, this seemed to have no effect on the gray shadow. When the burning light flashed by, he was still standing still in the air, as if the lightning that had originally swallowed it was just a flash of flicker and a breeze.
Everyone who watched this scene from afar could only open their mouths... The battle at this level had exceeded their imagination. Whether it was the rain of destruction from the sky, or the leisurely figure who ignored it,
It was enough to bring them a deep shock. Even though they knew that this place was so dangerous, they had even forgotten to turn around and run for their lives.
This is a battle involving a ** division.
Even a child of a few years old probably knows the meaning of this. What kind of existence is a teacher? In legend, they can move mountains and fill the seas, destroy the world, and create unimaginable miracles,
The gods in the legend are just a little different... In fact, they are almost the same - after all, gods cannot appear on earth at will, and a master living in this world.
Annasu raised her head, and there was a subtle layer of light flashing on Ren. She held her hands tightly and stared at the sky without moving.
But unlike most people's eyes being attracted by this gorgeous magic effect and the legendary character, she always looked at the person who dominated all this, the opponent of the ** teacher, the young man... The word "young" even
It was a bit indescribable to describe him. Because the face under the gray burqa even had a hint of youthfulness that only a young man could have. However, his performance seemed to be in no way inferior.
The power of equality with a master? The gods are above you, have you entered the state of extraordinary and sainthood?
Lightning dissipated. And the subtle light of electricity was like raindrops, flowing in the air, crackling, and clattering in the deepest part of her heart, making her tremble from her soul. She seemed to have found her judgment now. No, it should be said
She and everyone around her seemed to have made the judgment of this young man wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong.
What kind of calculations, what power of the emperor? In the eyes of this young man, it is probably just a game, in the empire. No, even in this plane, the power that young man possesses is enough to be respected. As long as he wants, he can
Get much more power under any force than it is now.
And how ridiculous the idea of trying to threaten him?
She also has a general understanding of the mage, but the two people in the battle are now... No, it should be two monsters who are constantly subverting this perception... No one is defending herself as soon as possible...
No one tried to interfere with the opponent's casting spells, and they did not suppress them first or did any auxiliary work. They just burst out countless fires from their hands, electric dragons, ice spears, invisible force fields and tangible energy hitting the air, causing the surroundings to come from time to time.
A building collapsed with a rumbling sound. (_) A mage has a limit on the number of spells cast, but in just a few dozen breaths, nearly thirty spells had been thrown out
.
The city began to boil...
The civilians looked up, talking, and shouting... The two shadows flying in the air, the dazzling spell collision, soon made them forget their fear to some extent, all their sights
They all gathered toward the battlefield where flames, smoke, flashes and gravels burst out.
What kind of person is he? No, should I say, is this really a human?
They had already begun to organize the scene below them in their minds. But after exhausting their imagination, they were still shocked by the spectacle of the next moment.
That can no longer be called lightning, but only energy, the place covered by white light. All combustible materials are immediately ignited and coke. The terrible energy turns vegetation into small fireballs and then merges together.
Diverging to the roots of trees, even the shrubs and moss on the ground are not spared. Even those rocks and earth walls are directly vaporized at high temperatures, and metals with higher melting points are directly burned into molten steel and overflowed from it. Some are like
Soft sludge or sugar dilute. It only presents a dazzling golden red color. When the metal with high temperatures of hundreds or even thousands of degrees flows onto the sand, the gravel will immediately crystallize to form a smooth layer.
This terrible current and water rage, and the killing that war tools can cause was almost beyond human imagination... Most people had no idea what had happened. They were at a loss and did not
He ran around like a flies. He didn't know where to hide, so he could only kneel down in despair and murmur and pray, thinking that the end of the world was coming.
Edward didn't care about the dead. Even in his eyes, living humans were carbonized in the light and flew away so shockingly.
His spirit seemed extremely calm. He might be the reason for everything, but this could be avoided--the old guy would never use such a terrible power as long as he was a little more rational, since he had stopped putting this city
, the people he should protect are a responsibility, so why does Edward, who is a passerby, need to care so much?
Gains and losses now seem to be extremely clear and calm in my mind... Even the deaths of thousands of people are just a value.
Fighting with this old guy has no meaning to him - strictly speaking, his goal has reached half, and after obtaining the royal power, the increase in strength is enough to satisfy him. The remaining problems,
It should be that he would challenge Lansendall's family emblem again. No, it was the Serathian God's servant. It would be very unwise to establish a ** master as his opponent at this time.
However, the current situation seems to be beyond his control.
In vision, countless thin spiritual threads emitted from him as the center, spreading rapidly, silently covering the entire space.
Even the legendary arcanes who created ancient glory. Their power limit is not very large. Even if a man who is dead is very powerful, it is comparable to those top evil demons and angels.
, it is only a few times more powerful than their powerful. Most of their incredible miracles are just from accumulation - a large number of magical objects, creations, and buildings. As long as they are allowed to leave those, a ** teacher is not without
Can rival.
No matter how skilled a mage is, he has his own fatal flaws: spells are limited. Not only the total amount, but higher spells also have a limit on the number, and a mage usually rarely remembers two identical scheming abilities.
Spell,
However, the interference of energy in the royal power is obviously not a limited ability. Edward, no, it should be said that the royal power has used such ability at least three times, eliminating the three powerful lethal spells of the Master into
The chaotic spell energy! Not only did it use the opponent's spells, but it also caused considerable damage - although the ** master himself was unharmed, his protective spells had been broken by at least three!
** Masters are not gods. Even if they can reach the extreme of mortals and even if they can do miracles comparable to gods, they do not directly change the world, but just use existing rules.
At the beginning, the sound of this word seemed like a thin needle, passing through everyone's eardrums and stabbed into the center of the mind. Then it seemed to turn into the roar of the big bell at the sacred festival, rumbling.
The explosion... Every roar, howl, scream, moan... is filled with fear, dissatisfaction. And **, it is like the howling people before they die... It seems like they are putting themselves in the limit
The sounds forced out by life and spirit, the sounds of the soul.
No one ever thought that sounds would make people feel so painful... because these sounds not only echo in their minds, but also seem to rush into every smallest corner of their body. They are roaring, shouting, and
Looking forward to resonance.
The crystal blue silently descended from the night sky. The cold energy of the shape even frozen the air, and with a layer of blue edges completely wrapped the half of the undead. The frozen space spreads out in the fold.
A ball of irregular ice. The buoyancy of the magic dissipated and was turned down by the frozen undead. The fine blue light surging in the air. Before the ice fell to the ground, it had already transformed into countless
Finely minced powder.
The wings of the flying technique flashed slightly, Edward raised his head, and a few frost and snow condensed on the edge of his hood. Then he was swallowed by the black mist that had turned over... His pupils had completely transformed into black, slightly contracted.
At the end of the sight, light and shadow flashed in the night sky, and just outlined a huge silver outline in the blue background...
Another blue light and shadow wrapped in silver mist had just cut open the dark sky. The biting cold wind made the air soaring that the water vapor in the air seemed to have turned into ice particles at this moment... In fact, if it weren't for Edward just now
When he flew backwards, he probably had already embarked on the same path with the half-undead body.
With a trembling sound, a short scream followed by a violent tyrannical twist of the human body that had been crushed into two parts!
"A fool who overestimates himself!"
The operator snorted coldly, not seemingly satisfied with this, so he operated the two fingers with only three fingers and closed them and rubbed them hard twice, causing a puffing sound from the remaining corpse.
The red and green pieces of bones and meat mixed together in a red and black slurry sprayed everywhere, dyeing the black and golden golem a layer of strange redness, and also allowing him to hide beside him for shelter.
Several of his subordinates became half a bloody man, and one of the unlucky guys had half a red and green thing hanging on his face, so he fainted on the ground without saying a word.
Their bodies were covered in a layer of metallic armor, like bird's beaks. The helmet with arrow buckles forward covered their faces tightly, and even their mounts were covered with metal woven.
Knee-length cladding mail, the full metal spear in the hand is closer to the sharp cone, with four sharp blades and grooves, and some people also hold giant swords that are as thick as door panels, with the flashing luster on the metal surface and horse hooves.
The friction sound of iron sheets, which is no less than that of the sound, makes people involuntarily have an illusion that they should be moving fortresses in front of them.
"Heavy cavalry..."
Although the troops appearing on the opposite side usually represent the strongest combat power in the world - there is no doubt that the role of this fully equipped knight on the battlefield is like an armored chariot in the memory of a psychic warlock.
——Even the powerful steel crossbow arrows, it takes a closer distance to penetrate these thick iron shells, and their charge with horsepower and weight is enough to make dozens of them.
The enemy who was twice as angry as theirs was on the spot, especially now, the group of heavy cavalry represents the glory of acceleration technology that leaked out from under their armor... It means that they can have a stronger charge speed, and will also produce more
Great destructive power.
Their charge is extremely powerful, and these people are usually elite members of the knights, not the special type of knight in the memory of the warlock that can only launch charges. This is the ability to perform fine slashing and stabbing during high-speed charges.
The best gift given to them by the plane is that they also have extraordinary combat power even when they lose their impact and speed.
The fine black lines extend outwards in this deep and spiraling darkness.
Or, from these lines, you can see the dark secret, because after leaving their mother body, they reveal their reality—that is deep grey…
Yes, gray, made up of countless things that have lost their bodies, no armor, no weapons, no clothing, no skin, no muscles, no internal organs, only **, pale, dry bones, plus those rotten maggots-born mold
The darkness of the stiff corpse that became dirty and covered with mud and mucus, the two simple and complex colors mixed together... or, there were mottled, heavy, burning blood-red, with weapons and armor spread all over the gaps
The armed knights, like they were on fire, and were covered with dark war horses, and made of countless human bodies, but only could they see a large monster with a large expansion of dozens or hundreds of times human appearance... and in the sky
Soaring and hovering, letting the strong wind sweep through the gaps of the bones replace the roaring dragon...
All of this, moving forward on the vast earth, is like a ray of waves, coming from the north, rolling forward, but never fading, but instead surges stronger and stronger... (To be continued...
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