Chapter 1059 Sun God: Are you ganging up to bully me?!
The airship hovered above, hovering. Although Archmage Baierbo was anxious, he was not irrational:
The most important thing in a magician's battle is to save yourself! Keep the distance, pay attention to maneuvers, lock on the opponent, and wait for the opportunity to attack! Rushing forward recklessly is what warriors do!
What's more, the thing that shrouded little Gretel... no matter what it was... it was very, very strong. Archmage Baierbo felt that even if he fought with all his strength, he might not be able to win against it.
So he distanced himself, and circled hard in front of the temple, on the outside of the golden mist, where it was estimated that the opponent could not attack. While circling, he shouted, and his voice spread far away through the loudspeaker on the airship:
"Don't hurt my junior brother! Our teacher is the Lord of Thunder! He is a legendary mage! He is an existence that can kill the indigenous gods! If you don't want to be our enemy, don't touch my junior brother and send him out properly!"
The sound was like thunder, and the sky shook. For a time, large groups of people poured out of the palace and temple, looking up and watching:
"what?!"
"What magical beast? A big fish in the ocean? A talking magical fish? Why did it fly here?"
"Bold! Arrogant! How dare you fly over the palace!"
"Blasphemer! Flying over the temple and covering up the glory of the sun god, you are seeking death!"
"Knock it off!"
"Hit it down!"
This was the shout, but for a while no one dared to take action. There was no way, the airship flew too high and its movements were too flexible. It couldn't be shot down by throwing a few spears at it;
And if the spear cannot hit this strange-looking devil fish with several silver dorsal fins spread out, not to mention how the opponent counterattacks, the spear will fall and hit one of our own!
And flying up to fight... Without the king's order, without the high priest's order, who dares to take off rashly? Especially when the sun god is still coming, is it blasphemy?
Idian and others were also startled. Standing in the courtyard, looking up, they saw the hovering airship at a glance. Cerira said "Hey" and waved her hand upwards:
"Master Baierbo! - Master Baierbo!"
Archmage Baierbo breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Serila was there, and there didn't seem to be any anxious look on his face. Gretel was probably fine? That golden mist that swallowed him up...
Probably, maybe, maybe, not hostile, or is it still within control?
He breathed a sigh of relief too early. Just halfway through, the golden mist below surged. It engulfed Bernard and Appa, Cerela, Losia and Idian...
Archmage Baierbo felt that his eyes were blurred. The scene in front of him had changed from an airship cockpit with a steering wheel and a pull rod to an endless wilderness.
There is endless void under your feet, in front of you is a dense golden mist, and above your head, there is a dull, bronzed golden light with a bit of exhaustion. What airships, what mountains, what palaces, temples and people below, everything.
All gone.
What's wrong with me?
Am I under an illusion?
I've been attacked?
Archmage Baierbo was slightly startled. However, his reaction was not to attack, defend or maneuver immediately, but to release his mental power:
The defense of the airship is not that unreliable. Even if someone can attack him through the airship, the airship can still take the first shot.
On the contrary, if you attack randomly, you may hit your own people; if you defend randomly, it is better to trust the defensive magic that is always hanging on your body; if you maneuver randomly, you are more likely to crash into the mountain without losing sight!
"The Point Guard is Here"
The current situation is more like being pulled into his demiplane by the teacher. If the other party is the Sun God, the way she unfolds her kingdom does have something in common with the legendary mage's demiplane. Don't panic, don't panic...
…
Archmage Baierbo's spiritual power spreads out in the air. When he is about to touch the legendary archmage, his spiritual power resonates with the material world and forms an independent demiplane. In fact, it is only one step away.
Although I cannot resist the Kingdom of God, it is not difficult to protect myself.
The substantial spiritual power immediately pushed away the golden mist, forming a small independent space. The steering wheel, levers, portholes...everything reappeared in front of Archmage Baierbo.
What was more vivid in his perception was the mental power burning as fiercely as several flames:
"Hey! Sun God!"
Idian's face was as heavy as water, and he held down the hilt of the moon blade. The half-step legendary warrior's blood boiled, burning in the air like a torch, driving away the surrounding golden mist. He stopped in front of several companions, raising his head to the sky
:
"We don't mean any harm! Don't do anything to us! The legend of the elves is in the big forest, and he knows we are here! There are several legends who are already on their way!
!”
Next to Idian, Losia's spiritual power was brilliant and brilliant, even covering a wider area than the blood energy of his companions.
The elf spellcaster pursed her lips and remained silent. However, three dazzling silver stars were already flying rapidly around her, obviously capable of taking action at any time.
The most eye-catching thing is Cerela. The silver dragon girl has transformed into her original form, spread her wings, and gathered Bernard and Apa under her wings.
In terms of the essence of power, adult silver dragons may not be as solid as the half-step legend, but in terms of the total amount of blood, magic power, and spiritual power, one can surpass the other:
"Hey! What's this weird place? Where did you take Gretel? Let him go!"
The golden mist kept fluctuating. Although the Sun God was the god of the kingdom, his kingdom had not completely surrendered. Facing the simultaneous impact of these forces, the power was only transmitted through a priest. For a moment, it was really confusing.
I can’t stand it——
Once, twice, three times, after several consecutive fluctuations, he suddenly shrank back. Gretel was left sitting in the main hall, facing the vision that suddenly converged, and the Sun Goddess who fainted in front of him, with a face full of confusion:
What happened?
We were having a good chat just now, and the Sun God agreed to let me take a look at its divine body. Where is the wound, and why did it suddenly take it back?
I haven’t understood it yet, and I haven’t finished chatting with him yet!
Why did everything disappear suddenly? Is the sun god exhausted? He cannot maintain his strength and is about to fall into sleep again?
Before I could understand it, the white mist in front of the statue suddenly started rolling like boiling water. It solidified, took shape, and was dyed with golden light layer by layer. Then, it was whipped over like a whip:
"Oh--"
Grete ran out. Escaped from the hall, escaped from the corridor, and fled in the direction of Idian and the others. Before they met, he saw a golden light shining from the top of the Sun Temple, like a searchlight pole or a spear.
Like a steel knife, it sweeps upward:
"Why--"
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