Attila stood in the middle of the continent, exuding the aura of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. His first words made everyone unexpected: "Ziyue, surrender, I will spare your life!"
The sound was majestic, like rolling thunder from the sky, revealing the power of thunder. At this moment, Attila seemed like a god who had descended into the world.
A person who has thrown himself into a trap and dares to speak out without shame must have someone to rely on.
Ziyue laughed loudly, and the laughter broke through Attila's shackles, and the spirits of the guards around her were shocked.
Attila smiled coldly and raised the iron staff in his hand.
The iron staff was as tall as a person, with two venomous snakes circling around the head of the staff. Its fangs were ferocious, and it swiped towards Ziyue fiercely.
"Protect the Saint!" Dozens of iron-blooded guards rushed forward. Attila's iron staff suddenly emitted a cloud of blue smoke, and seven or eight guards fell to the ground poisoned.
Ziyue's face changed, and the gangster energy burst out from her body, like a flame rising into the sky. She slashed down with a sword, and the blood-red sword light shot out.
Attila raised the iron staff and defused Zi Yue's offensive. His martial arts strength exceeded Zi Yue's imagination. His strength alone was even better than Zi Yue's.
The two started a brutal battle, chasing, fighting, and trickery---all the methods they used were used, all for a straightforward result--killing each other!
"Wow!" Ziyue jumped up onto a big tree.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Atila's black robe unfolded, and his whole body was like a flying eagle. The scepter in his hand struck Ziyue's back like lightning.
This attack was calculated very accurately, but the sound of broken dead branches made Atila's body sink, and the snake-head staff missed by a foot.
This was not a problem for Attila, who used his internal strength to prepare to force out the poisonous mist.
A brilliant sword light exploded, and Ziyue spun out the sword, her body moving like a dragon.
The blade passed seven inches past the snake's head and chopped off the snake's head. The whole body fell with a "hoo", and the violent sword light fell from the sky.
Sparks shot out in all directions, and Attila stood up to resist. The sword hit with great force. When Attila landed, his feet sank an inch deep into the rock.
Attila's crutches were held horizontally, trying their best to resist Ziyue's blade, and the two started a competition of internal strength.
"Go!" Yatila roared angrily. He pushed Ziyue away and kicked him out.
Ziyue stepped forward with her left arm, and in her palm, there was a ball of cold light.
Attila had experienced many battles and reacted quickly. His crutch changed from sweeping to poking, directly inserted into the ground, and his whole body was swept with the help of the crutch.
Using crutches as a support, he used this move to sweep through thousands of troops, which was quite the style of everyone.
"Bang!" Atila's kick hit Ziyue's shoulder, and Ziyue vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Attila's strength is beyond his imagination, so the only solution for now is to escape!
Without saying a word, Ziyue immediately jumped out, with Attila chasing closely behind her.
This area was Ziyue's territory. She was familiar with the path, and after going around in many circles, she finally got rid of Attila.
"Ziyue, you coward, get out of here if you dare!" Attila was like an angry lion, with his black robe flying and his fierce voice resounding throughout the world.
The best way to attack your opponent is to show your strength. For a religion like Zoroastrianism, personal force is a kind of confidence and support for its followers.
Therefore, defeating Ziyue is not enough. It is best to catch her and humiliate her severely in front of the believers so that everyone can see the embarrassment of the saint. This is Atila's biggest purpose.
Attila never expected that Ziyue would escape.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Attila was pacing back and forth with an ashen complexion, like a furious lion.
The Temple of Light was destroyed, and Atila looked forward to annihilating Ziyue in one fell swoop. Only in this way could the anger in his heart be calmed down a little.
But Ziyue escaped, and Attila's attacks all failed. He decided to attack Ziyue's lair, the Vulcan Temple.
The Vulcan Temple is located on the top of the Flame Mountain. The empty hall is pitch black, with nothing but the bright holy fire burning in the center.
"Dong dong ---" Attila's footsteps sounded like war drums, and the guards behind him followed behind with serious faces.
"You stay here and wait for me!" Attila ordered and walked straight into the main hall.
The long corridor, with lights dancing on both sides, reflected Attila's cold face.
At the end of the corridor was a wall, which was carved with statues of light gods, flames and unknown monsters. Attila walked to this door and looked up.
The Vulcan Bronze Wall is the most sacred place in the Vulcan Temple. It is said that as long as you can pass through this wall, you can achieve the highest light teaching and become the person closest to the God of Light.
It sounds like a good myth. For an ambitious man like Attila, the real god is his own ambition.
You must get the Vulcan Scepter to control the believers' thoughts and realize your ambitions.
Attila's hand was groping on the copper wall of Vulcan. Suddenly Attila's hand moved and struck the copper wall like lightning. The majestic energy in his body poured into the copper wall, and Attila muttered something.
, chanting an unknown spell loudly.
Just like Alibaba's Open Sesame, the Vulcan Bronze Wall burst out with a dull sound, and the wall that had been covered in dust for a long time actually opened.
Attila stepped into the Vulcan Bronze Wall, and what appeared in front of her was a wonderful world.
Above the head is an arc-shaped dome, shining with thousands of ever-bright lamps. In the center of the dome is a huge flame sculpture, which looks like a holy light embedded in the blue sky from a distance.
Attila quickly walked to the side, stepped onto the spiral staircase, and walked up quickly.
Attila walked very fast, with an urgent mood, as if to see what was hidden in the flames more than 200 meters away.
The legendary Zoroastrian ripple magic and Vulcan Scepter are here, be sure to get them!
The further up Attila went, the more urgent he felt, and his pace involuntarily accelerated.
Finally, he came to the flames. The huge flame sculpture was three meters high and in a closed state. Attila stretched out his hand and touched around the flame sculpture, trying to find a mechanism or secret passage.
"Attila!" A deep and rich voice suddenly came from above the flame sculpture. In this closed space, this voice sounded suddenly, like the call of a distant god.
Above, a man in white stood quietly, completely trampling the flame sculpture under his feet.
"You--you---" Attila did not expect to see this man here. How could he appear here? This is absolutely impossible!
Attila tried his best to shout, but the man's sword had already penetrated his throat.
It is impossible to describe the brilliance and weirdness of this sword, like the call of the devil, with unspeakable terror.
That extremely brilliant sword light will remain in Attila's pupils forever. His consciousness has been cut off by the sword, but his body is still standing quietly.
The man in white sighed, flew down like a bird, placed Attila's body on the ground, and left two white pills behind.
After doing all this, the man in white disappeared like a breeze, leaving no trace. Only Atila's body lay quietly on the ground---a child, the injured Ziyue, Fang Ming and others arrived.
In the forbidden area, I witnessed this incredible scene.
"He---is he dead?" According to Ziyue's idea, she used the unique space of the flame copper wall to confuse Atila, and then launched a siege with Fang Ming and others. Unexpectedly, Atila died inexplicably.
How did he die and who killed him?
Everyone was a master of martial arts, and they could tell at a glance that Attila's fatal wound was in his throat. It was a very small wound, but everyone saw that it was a sword wound.
The tip of the sword entered his throat and effortlessly cut the throat. The violent sword energy shattered Attila's lungs, causing him to die.
The most surprising thing is that Attila's wound was on the front, which shows that the other party acted openly and honestly.
Stabbing Attila to death with one sword and wounding her throat, what kind of advanced swordsmanship is this? Who killed Attila?
"What is this?" Zhu Xiaoyao knelt down and picked up two white pills on the ground.
Ziyue put the pill in her nose, sniffed it, and said decisively: "This is the antidote to bitter poison. Attila likes to use bitter poison to torture disobedient people."
The Poison of Pain is so important that Attila naturally keeps it by his side. Perhaps it slipped out when he fell to the ground.
Fang Ming put the bitter poison into his arms. He thought of Ilia. Only with the antidote to the bitter poison could he undo the chronic poison in his body.
Attila died, and this operation ended in such a strange way. No matter what, victory is always pleasant.