fallen devil

Chapter 168 Chapter 166 The Rift III
"Boss?!"

"Postley! Damn the fallen!"

The druids quickly recovered from the chaos and rescued their leader before they were about to launch a counterattack, but they were suppressed by the fallen and couldn't hold their heads up.

The first is the highly poisonous corpse vine that restricts their movement. It has a paralyzing poison, which seems to have little effect on the transformed beast body, but it is very deadly in a tense battle. Not only that, but here The activities of the transformation druids were all in the dark crow's field of vision, and the five white wolves found loopholes from time to time and harassed them.

Click, click, a few dark yellow skeletons came out of the shadows, their bones were covered with green cracks.

Lv11 [Skeleton Warrior Torturing Fanatic], this is a special monster summoned by Andariel with the help of the Necromancer of the Fallen, a total of fifteen.

The level of the poisonous corpse vine is Lv4, the level of the dark crow is Lv2, and the level of the white wolf is Lv7. The addition of these fifteen green skeletons almost caused the druids to collapse.

"I can't hold it anymore!" "Back off?"

Some druids couldn't maintain their mana consumption, so they had no choice but to cancel their transformations. The poisonous corpse vine wounds on their feet quickly rotted. They looked ruthless, and directly swung their knives to cut off the flesh.

"I can only retreat—"

The blind bear man gasped, feeling the crisis, and muttered to himself.

Just at the juncture of this crisis.

"Stay vigilant."

The faint words were like the breeze blowing by. The druids raised their heads in surprise, and their blackened white robes disappeared in a flash.

"What is she going to do? Although she has accepted this body, she has not been able to complete the degeneration, and the memory has not been retrieved yet."

Staring at the fluttering white robe, Naniya's eyes became more and more green, and she carefully chose to wait and see what happened.

Swish, swish, a dazzling white light erupted from the top of the brown staff in his hand, and the scorching light expanded in an instant, like surging waves, drowning all the druids and fallen with an unstoppable momentum.

The consciousness of all the shrouded beings appeared in a trance for a short time. Although Andariel was the queen of torment, she temporarily occupied Nania's body and was also affected by this Westmarch spell.

This is the illusion spell recorded in "Westmarch Flame of Truth", "White World", which has the effect of shaking the soul.

A still white world of endless light.

As a spellcaster, Amber was not affected. A pair of pale golden eyes suddenly opened, bursting out with a deep light.

Boom boom boom!Boom boom boom!
Numerous small reddish magic circles appeared in front of Amber, like machine guns, and "fire bombs" similar to Horadrim's spells spewed out continuously, blasting towards the place where the poisonous corpse vines were entangled, and the flames erupted. The soil scorched and splashed, directly killing most of the corpse vines.

It was just a spell cast by one of her hands.

On the other side, a dark blue halo gathered in the palm of her hand, her face gradually paled, and her mana was draining rapidly.

An imperceptible blue thin line flew away.

The void beside the white wolf exploded with countless frosts, and the scattered ice cones pierced the white fur-wrapped body, spurting blood all over the place.

"awesome."

Amber took a deep breath, and when she turned her eyes to the group of fallen people who were stiff, a cold voice came from behind.

It was Khanduran, and it was Nanya's voice.

She frowned, and by the time she realized it was too late, the sound of the sword cutting through the air came instantly, piercing directly through the back of the heart and breaking out from the chest, resulting in a splash of light blue liquid.

"Ok?"

Naniya sneered, and the long sword cut open Amber who was pierced in front of her eyes, and her body instantly turned into countless light blue foams, flying around the edge of the sword.

What Andariel didn't know was that this was one of Westmarch's illusion spells, called "Water Mirror".

This spell uses a power completely different from that of the Horadrim spell, and the way it is used is also very different. Even Andariel himself, if he does not use the transcendent high-level perception, he will not be able to see through this spell.

"I see. You haven't understood Nania's memory yet."

A soft humming voice wandered around, "Do you only understand Kandurasian, you despicable devil?"

Three emerald green elemental laces swept out from under her white robe, easily trapping Nania firmly in front of her eyes, and the pure white light and shadow bloomed at her feet, with complex patterns, like holy flowers.

The surging force tried to break free, but failed.

That is the purification icon of the Westmarch Church. There have been cases of demon possession in the past, and the priests there used this purification technique.

As the erudite school of Westmarch mages, Amber not only has in-depth research on illusion and combat spells, but also involves purification spells.

"Useless struggle!" "Very stupid!"

Several fallen people rushed over, trying to interfere with Amber's purification.As a result, he was desperately stopped by the druid on the side.

"Defeat it! Lady Amber!"

"Beat it!"

"Beat it!"

The druids spurted blood and roared, wrestling with the fallen in front of them, their sharp blades piercing through the bodies of both sides.

It was extremely tragic, but Amber didn't pay attention to the changes next to her.

She put all her attention on the magic circle in front of her, her physical strength and mana were continuously depleted, her hands were even trembling uncontrollably, and even her consciousness was a little blurred.

"Get off Nania! Devil!"

hoarse.

Amber's pale golden eyes shone brightly, and the purification icon under Naniya's feet burst into bright and pure light, drowning it in an instant.

As if to illuminate the entire night, the beam of light rose into the sky, constantly swaying light spots.

"Naniya!"

"Naniya!"

"Naniya!"

The pale gold in Amber's eyes faded away quietly. She clutched her chest in pain, half kneeling on the ground, looking at the figure in front of her submerged by the light, and softly called out.

Click, click, the light lasted for a while, and when she heard the sound of cracking, she raised her head with difficulty, opened her eyes wide and found that the beam of light was already covered with cracks.

"how come."

Even someone as strong as her felt overwhelmed at the moment.

I have used all my strength, and I can't think of a better way after racking my brains.

With a desperate sound of breaking, the white magic circle under Naniya's feet shattered and dissipated, revealing an unscathed figure.

"Chichi."

Her slightly long brown hair was showing signs of turning red from the roots, and she let out a sound that seemed to be mocking.

"This is stupid. Human spells are certainly interesting, but they are by no means reliable power."

She slowly raised her arms, as if a light green scorpion tail phantom stretched out from behind, "Profound, sharp, and powerful, this is the essence of power."

Bang bang bang bang, even the shadows could not be seen clearly, the bodies of the few druids who tried to escape recently exploded, and the fragments of their stumps splashed all over the ground, like shattered watermelons.

"You know what you're supposed to do."

Naniya smiled at Amber and shook her hands, as if to shake off the blood that didn't exist.

(End of this chapter)