Chapter 11 You can't die because I won't allow you to die
A thousand meters away, Lancelot's Holy Light Cross Sword was launched in an instant, and the huge sword energy and holy light soared into the sky. The corpse monster's huge body only had time to give way slightly before it was hit by this holy light.
The giant sword of light broke through it.
The corpse fragments were flying all over the sky. The corpse monster was first divided into two, and then the ice completely disintegrated. The body that had just been cohesive and more flexible than any living thing immediately collapsed. The power of this sword was endless.
It breaks the corpse monster's body, and even the necromancy magic within it disappears in the rising sword energy.
"Looking for death." Sandro did not panic. He snorted coldly and looked at the giant sword of holy light that passed by him. No matter how fast or fierce the sword came, after all, it was so far away that it was impossible to hurt him. The broken corpses were still there.
Sandro's feet automatically condensed and turned into a small corpse monster to catch him. He had already grabbed a bunch of corpses, rubbed them, and threw them, and a black mass flew towards Lancelot.
go.
With a sword strike, Lancelot's figure gradually emerged in the scattered sword energy, and the castration was gone. This was a thousand meters high in the sky, and there was no room for turning. No matter how strong a warrior was, he faced a magic under such circumstances.
The division can only be used as a living target. But Sandro quickly said to Asa at the same time: "Escape quickly."
An extremely experienced swordsman like Lancelot could strike with all his strength regardless of his own safety, just to defeat the corpse monster.
All the ordinary elves on the ancient war tree have left. Next to Elder Lloyd is the Pope, the two tower owners of the Tower of Fang, and the last temple knights of the church, Sylvia and Caitlin*. Just on the mountain
When Drew threw the magic in his hand at Lancelot, the Pope also raised his hands to the sky and chanted: "In the name of the Lord, purify."
A burst of white light burst out in front of the ball of carrion thrown by Sandro. The carrion, together with the necromancy magic condensed on it, completely dissipated in front of the white light like the sun shining on the snow. Purification is only a small spell in white magic, even like this
The Pope could operate it perfectly even though he was thousands of meters away, and since the white magic came from his hands, it was enough to help Lancelot resist this originally fatal blow.
"A woman is still a woman after all, and is not worthy of conspiracy." Elder Lloyd shook his head lightly.
As early as after the meeting at the Magic Academy, he and the Pope noticed the abnormal look on the female prime minister's face. Just in case, there were many secret sentinels around the prime minister's residence. Naturally, among the guards was Captain Roland, Sander.
Naturally, Lu and Inham's visit could not be hidden from them. Then they went to test the tone of the Prime Minister's words. Just from the look on the Prime Minister's face, they guessed that she had already leaked the secret. They immediately rushed over using teleportation scrolls.
Lord Borugan has also arrived, but he has no time to pay attention to the battle above. He is circling around the altar like an ant on a hot pot, shouting loudly to the unconscious Gru, stretching out his hand like
I touched it, but I didn’t dare.
"What happened to Mr. Gru? Hey, help me come over and take a look."
Elder Lloyd only glanced at it and shook his head lightly and said: "No need to bother. Even the dragons and titans can only be destroyed by the aura of the jet black star. He can survive until now only because of the leaves of the world tree.
Strength. The remaining water from the Sunwell can at most dispel the aura and allow him to continue living. It is impossible for him to return to his original state, and he is no longer of use to us."
"It's useless? You old guy. If any orc hears this, your only fate will be to be swallowed and digested into a ball of shit..." Lord Borugan glared at the elf elder, but then
He had to look gloomy again and sighed heavily.
"They must not be allowed to escape." Elder Lloyd ignored Lord Borugan. He turned around and uttered these words with difficulty. There seemed to be more wrinkles on his face, and it seemed that it was difficult to even stand, as if he had already
It is so old that it will fall down at any time and turn into a pile of rotten flesh.
"Wait a minute, elder." Luya said. It was only then that she woke up from the shock and looked at the Pope and Lancelot above. "Why did you suddenly get in touch with the people in the church? Have you forgotten?
What did the temple knight do last time? How can we help the people of the church deal with him? He helped us survive many disasters..."
"There are no permanent enemies. Of course there are no permanent friends. When the situation changes, the position will naturally change. Now our friends are them, not him." Elder Lloyd slowly spat out these words from a mouth that was almost submerged in wrinkles.
The words were old and decayed with helplessness and sadness. "Forget it. You don't need to understand these things. All you understand is me..."
"You're right. I didn't want to take action against this kid." Adelaide sighed slightly and nodded. She had been reciting the incantation silently since the beginning, and she also raised her hand to the sky.
High in the sky, the air around Sandro and Asa suddenly cooled down, the water vapor condensed into countless huge snowflakes, and then the wind suddenly rose. The sky suddenly became the polar region, a huge blizzard raged, and countless palm-sized snowflakes filled the sky.
The body parts were cut into smaller pieces and then all frozen into ice slag.
The power of this blizzard magic is worthy of being at the master level. If it deals with a large number of troops, such a large range and such fierce freezing air and storm are enough to cut thousands of ordinary soldiers into pieces, but for people like Asa and Sandro, it is not enough.
It didn't have much effect. The fighting spirit condensed slightly, and the snowflakes condensed by water vapor immediately shattered when they hit Asa. Sandro was surrounded by a layer of black halo, and all the snowflakes were completely destroyed once they got close.
Dissolved silently.
However, the purpose of this magic is not actually to kill people. Sandro's was better. The living corpse that barely condensed under Asa's feet immediately disintegrated and shattered into countless ice slag under the blizzard, and the person also fell crookedly.
Go. Sandro groaned, and before he had time to throw the magic re-condensed in his hand towards Lancelot, the living corpse turned around and caught Asa who fell.
"Come down." The master of Glendon Tower also raised his hand, pointing at the living corpse and the two people from a distance of a thousand meters.
While catching Asa, the body of the living corpse suddenly sank, as if it could not bear the weight of the two of them, and then it fell straight towards the ancient elf tree. The speed of the fall was getting faster and faster, even faster than it had been in the morning.
Lancelot fell to the ground first. Finally, the two people above had to jump away from the living corpse monster at the same time, using the feather falling technique to slow down the falling trend. The falling speed of the living corpse did not slow down at all, it was just a hundred times.
At a height of several meters, the speed was so fast that it started to burn due to friction with the air.
There was a loud bang, and the rapidly falling living corpse finally hit the ancient war tree. Sawdust and corpse pieces flew everywhere. A deep hole was made in the hard ancient tree, and even the entire ancient tree seemed to be shaking.
Suddenly, this small living corpse actually fell like this, like a meteorite weighing tens of thousands of kilograms that fell nine days away.
The living corpse in the pit is still moving, like a creature that has been stepped on but is not completely dead but still struggles to stand up and flutter. However, this corpse monster that was originally extremely agile now has every movement as slow as...
It was a snail. A cold current surged through. The wreckage condensed into a piece of blue-white ice in an instant. After a dense crunching sound, the completely frozen wreckage was increased by its own gravity dozens of times.
Completely reduced to pieces.
Adelaide and the master of Glendon Tower finally stopped. With the combined efforts of the two top elemental magicians, the living corpse was completely destroyed in an instant. No matter how much Sandro's magic power was ten times higher, it would no longer be possible to operate this thing.
A body that has been broken into pieces, and even the smallest parts of the body have been destroyed by the ice.
Except for Lancelot, everyone has more than half of their strength left to deal with any unexpected situation. But everyone is already a top powerhouse in various fields. Even if they have not discussed it in advance, they will take action against each other.
The timing and attack methods are all coordinated perfectly. Now the two people in the air can only rely on the Feather Falling Technique to slowly descend.
"That young man seems to have an anti-magic barrier on his body?" Master Glendon Tower frowned. He originally wanted to pull Asa down with him.
"He has put on the robe of the Ghost King and is not easy to deal with." Magnus squinted his eyes and looked.
In mid-air, Asa had already put on the robe of the Ghost King. Otherwise, the small-scale gravity field just now would have knocked him and Sandro half to death.
Putting on this robe again after such a long time, the feeling is completely different from before. It seems that this robe has become an extended part of the body, and the breath of the body gradually increases and circulates among the fibers of the robe, and then in a strange way
It spread out and formed a force field related to his energy around it.
"Hey, old man. Something's not going right. I don't have a teleportation scroll. Do you have one?" Asa yelled in mid-air.
"No. Even if there were, they would never give you a chance to use it." Sandro's face looked ugly.
"Then you may not be able to escape even if you want to."
Sandro's eyes were filled with thick bloodshot eyes. What was even more serious was the unprecedented murderous aura and death in his eyes. He just glanced at the ground and then turned to look at Lancelot who was also in the air. Compared to
Those opponents on the ground who are easy to take care of are the easiest targets to kill now. They are also the most obstructive opponents.
"If you can't escape, just kill." There were no more corpses around him. Sandro put his hand into his mouth, and with a slight exertion, he pulled out a blood-stained tooth, which was his own tooth.
. There were bloodshot threads on the corner of his mouth, and the breath he exhaled when he spoke was full of the smell of blood, like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for thousands of years and finally had to reveal its long-lost fangs.
"Attack that Necromancer." Elder Lloyd ordered to the elf patrol. The black war bow in Kailin's hand let out a thunderous roar, and a thick green light went straight to Sandro in mid-air.
"I can't stop this." Asa shouted while watching the female elf draw her bow. He understood the power of that black war bow. It was the Elf Queen Isabella, the founder of the Tularion Forest.
The weapon left behind is said to have been the phantom bow used by the elves to guard the Whispering Forest.
He didn't need to call Sandro to understand. He had to turn his head and pour all the anger and murderous intent into the oncoming green arrow light. With a scream, the tooth in his finger turned into a
A dead white afterimage shot out, just hitting the green light that was about to hit him.
The green arrow's light was as thick as a bucket. Such an arrow once killed several magicians instantly. Even Asa, now wearing the robe of the Ghost King, might not be able to bear this arrow. And the tooth flew out.
The trajectory is very thin, disproportionately small compared to the fierce green light. The scream that breaks through the sky is like a hoarse struggle before the thunderous roar of the green light. But as soon as such teeth crash into
In the light of the arrow, the light of the arrow suddenly dissipated. It collapsed and disintegrated like a deceptive illusion. However, the tooth was not damaged at all, and it still followed the original trajectory with the hoarse and lifeless scream.
Elf archers came running wildly.
Master Caitlin had been preparing. This time she waved her hands outward, and a thick ice wall condensed in mid-air. Sylvia also pushed Caitlin away who was exhausted.
This elf archer is definitely the most offensive point here, but also the most vulnerable point. The reason why the two temple knights did not participate in the attack is that they are always ready to help others defend. Even if they are surrounded by top strong men,
They already had the upper hand against the necromancers in mid-air, and they did not relax at all mentally.
At this time, Asa also took action, and two undead fireballs collided with each other in mid-air. Then they scattered into green fire rain all over the sky. It was a pity that his half-experienced magic level had no effect in this level of magic battle.
Adelaide just waved his hand, and a huge blue water curtain rose into the sky, turning all the fire rain into nothing.
Only Sandro's action attracted everyone else's attention.
The ice wall in mid-air was thick enough to withstand even thunderous bombs, but now it seemed to have no effect at all. The teeth passed through without any hindrance and only left a small hole in it. At this time, the elf
The patrolman had been pushed away, but his teeth also curved in a strange arc and were still aimed at her.
It is by no means the best way to dodge this weird magic. The Sylvia Holy Guardian Shield has condensed into a small rhombus, right in front of the white afterimage of teeth.
There was no collision or sound, just the scream like the moan of a dying old woman suddenly stopped, and then Sylvia knelt down.
The holy shield that is said to be able to withstand any attack has not been broken, and is still condensed on the temple knight's arm. There is just a small hole on it like the ice wall. Similarly, there is also an extra hole on Sylvia's chest.
The small hole was so small that no blood even came out, and his person was kneeling there motionless, even the expression on his face was completely frozen.
The ice wall condensed in mid-air first fell and shattered. With a loud crash, the kneeling Temple Knight suddenly shattered at the same time. The man who was so strong and powerful just now suddenly fell completely and completely, as if he had been there forever.
It's the same shape as a bunch of flour forced together.
The armor and the clothes on his body are still there. But all his limbs, organs, bones and even teeth and hair are all scattered and broken, and everything is wrapped together into a pile of inexplicable paste-like things.
Overflowing all around.
The elf patrol was so frightened that he didn't even know how to scream. If Sylvia hadn't blocked the attack for him, she might have been the one here now.
Lancelot had landed quickly with the help of the master of Glendon Tower. Naturally, he saw this scene clearly. The muscles on his face twitched and his eyes were bloodshot.
It's just that no one, including him, made any changes. They just watched Sandru and Asa slowly descend using the Feather Falling Technique. Everyone knew that the protective ice wall condensed by the magician with all his strength
They were also not sure that they could resist something that could not be resisted by even the Holy Guardian Shield. And Sandro's current actions showed that the thing thrown next time could only be even more difficult to resist than this one.
He no longer reached out to pull out his teeth. Instead, he held the little finger of his left hand with his right hand and gently pulled it out like a bottle cork. The whole finger was torn off by himself. The blood spurted out along with the finger.
It mixed into a ball of dazzling and strange blood beating in the palm of my hand.
Sandro did not throw out this ball of blood. No matter how powerful the necromantic magic he used to mutilate his body was, it could only knock down one person at a time. Others who were ready would never give him another shot.
Three chances to take action.
During the Feather Falling Technique, the two of them slowly slid to the top of the ancient tree.
"Be careful, you only have one chance to take action." The Pope suddenly spoke and said to Sandro.
"Once is enough." Sandro was smiling. He opened his mouth, and his dead white teeth were covered in blood. Even Asa beside him felt that his hair was standing on end.
"Not enough. We have too many people." The Pope shook his head. "You can only choose one. If it's me and the two tower masters, you have an 80% certainty. If it's Lancelot, you only have a 40% chance at most. At least I will do my best.
Help him resist. If two people help him resist, you don't even have two levels of confidence. And how confident are you in resisting the full strength of others?"
"Besides, your action may not be of any use." The Pope paused and said. "Your purpose is to let this kid escape. But do you think he will escape if you are subdued by us? Even if he can escape, even if he
With the Ghost King's robe, how confident can you be of escaping when you are surrounded by Lancelot and tens of thousands of elves when you are confused? You should know that wearing that thing does not mean that you can really have no worries.
"
The Pope turned to Asa and said: "Even if you can escape, can so many people on this continent escape? Can all your relatives and friends escape? If you escape, they will all die."
"
"Don't talk so great, why don't you die?" Sandro sneered.
"If my death is useful, I will never mind dying." The pope replied loudly, and the feminine face that originally belonged to Adela showed determination. "People have responsibilities in life. Don't be so selfish just for yourself.
.Don’t be a coward and run away. If you are a man, take it upon yourself.”
"There's no need to preach here. What's the responsibility of you poor guy who has taken over someone else's body?" Sandro laughed angrily.
"I'm talking about your responsibility." The Pope suddenly turned his head to look at Sandro and roared. "If it weren't for your willful behavior twenty years ago. If it weren't for your evasion during these twenty years, how could you be where you are today?
All this? You have known this kid's life experience for a long time, but you did nothing and said nothing to him. What are you afraid of? Now you feel uneasy about your conscience? You owe him? You want to use your own life to do it.
In exchange for his life? You are no better than Vidnina. You only have eyes for yourself..."
"Shut up." Sandro suddenly raised his hand towards the Pope. The bright red blood light jumped rapidly in his hand, like a bloodthirsty goblin. The color in his eyes was even brighter than the light.
The red is brighter.
With this action of his, the atmosphere that was already extremely tense immediately reached an extreme. Magical fluctuations reverberated among several top magicians, like a huge invisible volcano that was erupting outwards and was about to erupt.
The breath of earth.
"That's enough." Asa finally spoke and patted Sandro's shoulder lightly. "He's right, I won't run away. This won't solve any problems."
"You..." The murderous look in Sandro's eyes suddenly turned into anger, and he turned his head to glare at Asa.
Asa's face was extremely calm, he just shook his head, and then nodded: "Thank you."
"Don't be nervous, everyone. I already know what you are going to do. If you wanted to escape, I would have already escaped." Asa looked at the Pope and Lancelot and sighed. "Although you are all enemies, I at least
I have hundreds of reasons to kill you, but I have to admit that what you said is reasonable. I can't escape, and I won't escape."
Following his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Adli glanced at him with those peach blossom eyes, then turned to look at Luya, shrugging slightly as if saying to her or to himself: "He is a good man."
The Pope and Lancelot both nodded, with complicated expressions on their faces. After all, if Asa could really leave Sandro and run away desperately, they had no confidence in keeping him.
In addition to being happy and relieved, it is more of a recognition and touch. An enemy who can make people feel recognized and moved is often more worthy of respect than a friend. What's more, the decision he made is already the most important.
A decision worthy of respect. The Pope sighed and said: "Your parents should be proud to have a son like you."
The magic in Sandro's hand has been withdrawn, his eyes are weird, his lips are trembling slightly but he can't say anything.
"Since you don't want to run away, you have to face it and solve it. I hope you can all help me."
"Of course, this is our plan. You just need to follow our arrangements..."
"I'm sorry, you may have made a mistake." Asa waved his hand. "Just because I won't run away doesn't mean that I will do what you arranged for me. Although this matter must be resolved, I don't want to die, or
Said, I hope to avoid death as much as possible."
"You won't die because I'm not dead yet." A voice suddenly sounded. "As long as I don't die, you can't die. I won't allow you to die."
"Did you hear that? I said he can't die." This man stood up and looked at the stunned people and said word by word. "So it's not that he listens to your arrangements, but that you all listen to our arrangements."