"Is it planning to commit suicide by cutting its wrist?"
Apart from the interlaced curse light, a certain hunting team laughed, but no one took this statement seriously. Any wizard who had a little knowledge of black magic knew the close connection between blood and curse.
For a moment, everyone was as if they were facing a great enemy, staring at the cut wrists, the blood gushing out of the interlaced wounds, and every subtle movement of Watley's raised hands.
"After a long wait, the pain first disappeared and then appeared again..."
Hundreds of red eyeballs opened and closed, swallowing and spitting out a creepy light. The black wizard's long gray-white hair was scattered, like long squirming snakes spreading into the void. Under the night sky that occupied nearly half of the battlefield, the old man's cold and sharp chanting came:
“…We opened our eyes wide and wiped away the tears
Then see the truth…”
This is a strange song that once sounded in the silent forest not long ago. At this moment, it turned into a strange magic. With this spell, the blood gushed out dispersed and turned into blood beads of different sizes. These blood beads seemed to be connected together by invisible ropes, hanging in the night, shining with an unsettling red light.
“…Pain is the fruit of truth
Pain purifies blood
And blood will illuminate all things in the world..."
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The invisible and heavy pressure coming from the top of the head, like a maggot in the tarsal bone, jumping freely along the weak parts of the magic power flow, making several hunting teams that had been severely damaged before no longer able to maintain the second-level battle formation, and their true bodies collapsed one after another, including the Yusin Hunting Team.
This time, falling from the battle formation, Zheng Qing felt like he fell into the water.
Bright red colors surged from all directions, and the cold breath rushed into his body along every pore, making him feel breathless.
He raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked into the sky.
The blood beads, like stars in the night, and even their discrete positions, were referenced to the star map, and the young wizard could easily see several familiar constellations from it.
When the last spell of the black wizard ended, the "blood stars" who had already appeared in each place burst out with dazzling light. In an instant, the entire battlefield was shrouded in endless blood. At this moment, no more explanation was needed. Everyone could instantly understand what the saying "blood will illuminate everything" means.
"I don't know who came up with this twisted and weird idea, hanging blood beads in the sky as stars."
The vice president of Starry Sky Academy, the huge roar of the circling and burning fire dragon made a low roar, interrupting the chanting of the black wizard's lingering bird:
"I also let some guy who had lost the ability to look up at the starry sky many years ago host this ceremony... I admire your fearlessness... But don't you understand that in this forest, every leaf, every branch, and every soil of nature are shutting down your "unnatural" things?!
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"That little star, Hu Dies and Wei!"
The huge spell spread along the dragon's roar. In an instant, the blood-colored starry sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and suddenly became illusory. The sky and the earth were brighter again, and the dim sunlight fell from the gaps in the gauze. Zheng Qing suddenly felt that the depressing suffocation around him was much lessened.
It seemed as if at this moment, he had drilled out of the water from the bottom of the water.
But it was only a moment.
After only a short time, the gauze dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The powerful magic of the fire dragon was melting rapidly in this blood-colored world like snow under the scorching sun.
Ms. Margaret, deputy director of Atlas, who had been standing quietly on the other side of the fire dragon, raised her snow-white wings behind her, took a step forward, and opened the white magic book in her hand:
"When the Lamb unveiled the seventh seal, the heaven was silent for about two moments."
Her voice was not as gentle as an ordinary nun, with a bit of coldness and indifference, just like the light emitted by her body, like the light reflected by the sunlight on the ice, making people subconsciously tighten the robe on their body and hold their breath.
This bloody world seems to have the same feeling.
After Ms. Margaret spoke, the whole world became quiet at this moment, no more or less, just as the second hand moved two grids on the dial.
Through this short gap, the witch turned on the second page of the Dharma Book and continued to recite: "The first angel blew the trumpet, and the sky seemed to be on fire. One third of the sky and one third of the earth were burned, and all the blood was burned."
The curled angel figure floated from the witch's book, raised his head, spread his wings, raised the horn in his hand, and whimpered. A sudden blazing fire broke out in the blood in the sky, like pieces of red wax oil, and the painful screams came from the fire, but this was not the end.
"The second angel blew the trumpet, hail and fire mixed into the blood, and one-third of the blood turned into the sea..."
"The third angel blew the trumpet, and there was a burning blood star, as if a torch fell from the sky..."
"The fourth angel blew the trumpet, the sun, the moon separated from the stars, one third of the day had no light, and one third of the night had no darkness..."
"The fifth angel blew the trumpet, and I saw stars falling from the sky to the ground..."
One after another, the phantoms of angels rose from Ms. Margaret's book of Dharma, and sounded melodious and melodious trumpets. As she described, the blood-colored world opened up by the black wizard continued to collapse in the sound of trumpets. The sea water painted one-third of the night sky blue, and the night faded another third. The stars transformed by the blood beads crowded in the remaining third of the night sky, one after another falling from the sky.
It seems like everything is about to end like this.
Then Zheng Qing heard the painful scream of the black wizard slowly turning into a depressed and distorted laughter: "Hehe, hehe, hehe, hahahahaha..."
The falling blood star shattered one after another in its laughter. Suddenly, drizzled raindrops began to fall in the sky, as thin as cow's hair, but they were heavy above Mount Tai. The blood rain wandered in the sky without direction, dyeing one white angel phantom after another, and the blood rain fell on the ground, crushing the second-level battle formations constructed by registered wizards.
In Zheng Qing's sight, tall figures belonging to the wizards began to shatter one after another, as if they were corroded by acid for a long time and had already rotted wood inside. Even the true bodies of the three great wizards began to shrink inexplicably in the blood rain and became smaller and smaller.
The falling blood rain did not really fall to the ground, but was wrapped in the magic power it stolen, gathering into one slender river of blood after another, flowing upwards, returning to the night sky, and turning into one bright star after another shining with blood.
In just a short time, only the dark and huge figure was left on the battlefield.