Shaman from Afar

"This, this, this ... this is, is you, your real power ?!"

In front of the Basilica of Holy Cross in Golovin, the elf girl Shira almost fell paralyzed on the ground, said with a trembling stuttering voice, her eyes staring directly below, which was raging in a huge vortex Under the small city.

The reason why she is so small is that at this moment, she is standing at an altitude of 300 meters-the cathedral in the city, the hills of Golovin that have been lifted up in the same place, even more than The sky dome palace at the top of the hill is even higher, directly behind it.

The small hill of Golovin turned into a 300-meter-high "giant tower", so that the terrain around the hill also changed completely-almost all the hill steps collapsed, and the underground passages were all over. The "tower body", which is connected to the underground passage, was originally used to detain the "black prison" of prisoners, and then became the entrance of this passage.

The huge vortex above the head, the continuous sound of lightning, the city swallowed by the monsters, the hills rising from the ground ... The snowy elf girl Shila collapsed on the ground, looking up at the fallen priest with the look of God.

She knows that the other party is very strong, but this kind of strength has completely exceeded the biggest category she can imagine-even the power of the void that destroyed the kingdom of the Azores has experienced gradual evolution over hundreds of years. A little bit of devouring.

And this man in front of him, this imperial man ... he didn't even prepare anything, he didn't even have the time to wave a hand and chant a few spells ...

He only used one, a look-just looked at the night sky, the huge gray-blue vortex came out of the sky!

The elf girl paralyzed on the ground throws her body into the ground, curled up with her petite body, buried her head deeply in her chest, put her face on the ground, and looked up at the other person to put on a pair of boots ready to kiss each other at all times-in her best The most humble and obedient gesture expressed her fear at this moment.

The priest standing in the wind didn't even bother about her existence, only cold and sensible thoughts in the eyes under the ragged hood.

He understands the astonishment of these inferior intelligences very well--these inferior beings have so little information that they will be surprised by what they see in front of them, and they are too superficial to understand them. Reason and true meaning.

Savage sees the knight in armor and thinks that the opponent is an iron man made of steel. When he sees the torch, he thinks that the opponent has the power of flame. Hearing the loud noise, he thinks that the opponent has the power of thunder ...

What is power?

Weapons, wealth, armor, titles, bloodlines ... Can these things outside the physical world be called power?

Knowledge, information, intelligence ... Can these be the roots of void and spiritual vision, can they be called a force of existence?

both are not.

Only those who control it, master it and can control it ... independent will is the real power.

What a ridiculous pursuit of material in the material world;

How ridiculous is the void world's desire for information;

When they are above all this, their ridiculous and ridiculous ambitions and ideas will be their own thoughts.

Put this will above the world, let the world be controlled by your own will ... is the real, ultimate power!

Only at this moment, a glorious madness appeared in the eyes of the fallen priest, "Black Cross" Serior.

"Who ... ah!"

The vigilant elf girl only had time to make an exclamation, and Serel flew freely.

The petite figure almost fell from the "Huge Hill Tower", chopping the edges of the stones, curled up and shivering, and glancing at the direction of the footsteps he had just heard from the gap between his arms.

Frightened, she saw a figure standing in front of the church stairs, facing Serel.

"You are still here." With a sigh, the voice of the Black Cross was extremely disgusting:

"The dogs of Holy Cross ... again, regardless of life and death, come to kill me?"

The one-armed oath knight was expressionless, and his only right arm raised the star in his hand flatly, staring under the hood, the same cold look on the black cross.

"it's not true."

Oath the knight stepped forward, the "Chan Xing" in his hand raised slightly, aiming at those cold eyes:

"I'm here to stop you, Master Fanesis."

The moment that name blurted out, Serior's pupil shuddered slightly.

The roaring wind lifted the hood above his head, exposing the face that once belonged to Bishop Eboden before the sword star of "Chanxing".

"stop me?"

At this moment, Seyor's mouth rose wildly, reflected in the pupils of the oath knight, exactly the same as the memory of Fanesis in the memory, hysterical smile:

"Stop me ... what?

Open the barrier of void and matter, combine the two worlds into one, and control the whole world with your own absolute will-to save this world, the last choice;

Otherwise, the Holy Cross will devour all existing independent wills and become the only evil spirit who will rule the void world completely; the void world, which will never give birth to a new message, will collapse; the balanced material world will also be one. And disintegrate;

The end will come!

Stop me is to destroy the last hope of the continuation of this world-even if you succeed, the Holy Cross, which rules the void above all beings, will no longer need your existence like this;

The faith you cherish, the devout believers you guard ... will become useless dust; no matter what ending, there is no reason for you to continue to live! "

"This round is not for you!"

boom--

The moment the sonic boom exploded, a burst of sparks exploded in front of Serior.

"clang!"

The elf girl curled up on the ground opened her eyes like a wake-up, staring at the one-armed knight standing with a sword that disappeared and reappeared again.

The stabbed Mithril Long Sword was blocked by an inch in front of Serior's face.

Under the confrontation of the four eyes, the expressionless oath knight's eyes burned with fierce fighting intent.

"Even if everything is turned into dust, even if the world has an end ... I ... will still stand here and stop you!"

"This is me ... I ... I crawled out of the ruins of the Dragon King City, returned to this world time and time again from the place of death, standing in front of you ... the only meaning!"

"Wild dogs called by the Holy Cross, wild dogs who do not even know who they are, wild dogs who have no independent will ... are they worthy of saying" meaning "?"

"Wild dog!"

boom--

The gusty wind blew the oath knight; Serior waved his right hand, and the countless black mist rolled up beside him turned into a sharp blade, leaping from the figure of one arm in all directions.

Even if everything was done to evade, Black Mist swallowed the oath knight—first the single arm, legs and head holding the sword, which soon extended to every corner of the limbs and finally spread to the trunk.

"Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo!"

The rolling black mist was rolling up and down in the air, as if it were a real water flow, and the figure of the oath knight was wrapped in it-the terrible voice continued to sound in its center, and the elf girl curled up in the corner desperately covered her ears. His eyes didn't dare to blink, and stared at the black mist that was stirring.

The bones were broken, the muscles were crushed, the plasma was squirted, and the fresh life was extremely fragile and died miserably, really ...

It ’s so great, so amazing!

Take control of the world and put the destiny of everything in your own hands ... This is the master who is loyal to you, and this is the master who should be loyal to Shiraz!

The elf girl with wide eyes, wept with joy.

"clang--!"

With a crisp sound, the icy "Can Star" long sword fell from the black mist and nailed the stone steps.

On the sword, the broken hand was still holding the hilt tightly; the spurting blood was stained with red spots and covered with notched blades.

The black mist dissipated, and the vows struggling to die were gone.

But there was no euphoria in Serior's face, only hatred and disgust that could not be described in words.

Because at the moment when the oath knight was "killed", the prayer of the other party had already sounded in his ear.

"Holy Cross ...

May the light shine on the earth, penetrate the darkness and shadow, and let the unbelievers embrace and cry;

Save ... humble us! "

boom--

A thunder blew in my mind, causing Xuela to close her eyes subconsciously; when she opened her eyes again, the vowed knight who had just been killed appeared in her sight again.

This ... fake, how is it possible? !

"clang!"

The tumbling black mist was shredded by the "Can Star" layer by layer, and the trajectories were thrown straight into Serior's head; Chest.

"Poof!"

The tattered knight's gown was torn to pieces directly, and the vaulted chest slammed into the direction of the cathedral from the bottom, and the blood flowing out left a long mark on the stairs.

The dying oath knight collapsed in the pool of blood, leaned against the long sword in his hand, and stood up again.

"When are you going to stubbornly resist, wild dog!"

"Until the end of your ambition, until you completely give up ..." There was bleeding in the mouth, the trembling oath knight straightened the body that was standing unsteady, and once again ... pointed the sword front at the familiar face:

"I will fight to stop you ... Lord Fanesis!"

Serior's expression was slightly distorted.

"Stop me ... can you save this world by stopping me, can you change the destiny of this world ?!" Séior screamed:

"Stupid! Ridiculous-even without me, the Holy Cross you believe will destroy this world by hand, and the collapse of the old order has become an inevitable thing!"

"Or not me, do you want this world to be a plaything in the hands of Loren Turin? A stranger, a stranger from another world, you believe that this world will fall into his hands, what will happen, what?!"

"Understood, you can't save anyone, not even yourself, the dog of the Holy Cross!"

puff!

Plasma spewed, and the dancing black mist cut off the right leg of the oath knight, and the determined body fell again in the pool of blood.

"Even if it is destined to sink, at least ... at least with my strength, I can save you ... Master Farnesses."

The embarrassed oath knight growled in a low voice.

"Fantasis of Lotel, that stupid guy ... he was already dead when he was in the Dragon City, and now I am ... I am the Black Cross, it is Serel!"

"On the contrary!" The **** oath knight opened his eyes wide and roared as hard as he could:

"Up to this moment, I standing in front of you can still arouse your anger, which proves that Lord Fanesis is still alive-even if there is only a trace of consciousness, Lord Fanesis is still alive!"

"I ... just have time to stop you, Master Fanesis!"

"dead!"

Several black mists rolled up, striking the steps on which the oath knight stood from left to right.

boom--!

In the sound of masonry cracking, the expressionless vow of the knight's body has returned to its original state again, rushing into Serior's three steps, and the blood-stained Can Xingjian blade from the bottom up, a diagonal split.

"clang!"

The sharp iron blade was blocked by the suddenly rising stone wall.

At the same moment, slightly frowned Sériel raised his right hand to the stone wall, and then gave a firm grip.

"Boom!" The shattered stone walls turned into hundreds of billions of small and equal-sized stone cones, whistling and sweeping towards the figure of the vowed knight.

"Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo!"

In a blink of an eye, the determined figure turned into shapeless plasma; the "Chan Xing" sword, which came out of his hand, rotated and fell to the edge of the cathedral rock wall.

boom--

The moment the thunder sounded, Serriel's expression was once again grim ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ grabbed a black mist and turned it into a sharp blade, waving it behind him.

"clang--!!!!"

The sharp blades collided and thrilled countless thunders.

The flashes of electricity flashed Serior to the twisted face, reflecting the fierceness.

"I will stop you, Master Fanesis." Looking at the vicious expression that could no longer be described with hatred and viciousness, he vowed the knight to be as indifferent as ever:

"Thousands of deaths, ten thousand times, I will still stand in front of you ... to stop you."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

Sériel's cheeks were violently emotional, and his face was unsightly.

It turned out that ... Although it had been dead once, but because of the deep mark he left on him, the consciousness of Fanesis had been completely integrated with himself, was it?

So much so that he would still feed the dog because of a holy cross desperately trying to protect himself, feeling such real anger that he couldn't even shake his body.

Farnesses ... He turned his ambitions into a part of himself.

"At all costs, stop me ... is it?" Sergio's lips grinned:

"Okay, let's try it ... Let me see your determination, to see how far the Holy Cross's last dying struggle and stubborn resistance can be!"

"Just use the despair and destruction of you and Loren Turin to let those losers see again, and see their last negative stubborn resistance, in front of me Serel ... how worthless!"