Shaman from Afar

"boom!"

Thunder blew at midnight shrouded in maelstrom.

The purple lightning fell from the sky and became the last straw in the deafening roar, completely destroying the dream world of the black-haired wizard, and even the shrine with Golovin Cathedral was turned into gloomy electricity in the dazzling electric light.

"Nine Stars ... Is the endless possibilities possible?"

With an icy smile, the incomplete Black Cross standing in the ruins returned to its original shape with a blink of an eye. Endless black mist emerged from the ruins of the imperial capital in all directions, like waves, entangled, spiraling. Gestures gathered around Serior.

"Indeed ... you are not bound by this world, you who have the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars, may be able to create a law that belongs to you but ..."

"Just‘ probably ’... is not enough to defeat me!”

The horrible sense of oppression, like the sound of the shock spreading to the surroundings, instantly covered the entire imperial capital and shocked the creatures here.

Knight, wizard, elf;

Humans, monsters, dragons ... all "humans" ...

Can't move!

"Boom!"

Lucien, who tried his best to get up, collapsed to the ground, and the ultimate pain seemed to be crushed by every heavy body. No matter the body or the soul, it seemed to be held in the palm by a huge palm. It will shatter with force.

For the vampires that are most affected and distorted by the power of the void, and the closest void exists, the oppression of the high-level "Void Evil God" is even more obvious.

The spreading void reaction alone is enough to pinch yourself to death ... is this the black cross facing Lord Loren ... is it real strength? !

Lucien, who opened his mouth, could not say a word, but his body twitched violently because of pain but was difficult to move. He was "nailed" to the ground and looked at the same half-dead Isaac.

"boom!"

The dragon roared like thunder.

The dragon king Enzo of Jufeng Mountain ... originated from the oldest era, standing at the top of the biological chain of the material world, the king of the wild beast ... With the inherent "Dragon Power", the oppression of the Black Cross is ignored.

[Serior! ! ! ! 】

The roaring silver dragon's wings stretched out, and the figure standing in the center of the black mist threw away.

In the face of the Dragon King who was extremely angry, the sneered Black Cross had no interest in raising his head; the little finger of his left hand lifted slightly, and the black mist on his side suddenly rolled up the storm, like a spiral spear attacking the silver dragon.

Enzo, who was unavoidable, opened a big mouth of the blood basin, and the golden and red dragon flame breathed out, and he suddenly pushed back the black mist storm.

Two rays of light, one black and one red, collide, tear, squeeze, and intersect under the dome enveloped by the maelstrom ... Finally converging into a dazzling sphere of light, shining brightly daylight on the midnight Golovin hills.

"boom!!!!"

The burst of light swallowed the silver dragon.

The next second, Enzo, the king of the roaring dragon, tore the light and slammed into Serior, protected by layers of black mist.

"Boom!"

The smoke rolled up and the ground shook.

Poof

Blood spewed, and a dragon claw covered in silver scales rose into the sky just before it touched Serel.

The next second, countless black mist shredded the dragon's claws into thousands of invisible flesh.

"Different beasts, dare to touch God?"

The icy words sounded, and the Black Cross's gaze raised for the first time, sweeping toward the silver dragon in front of him: "I let Er wait for the kindness of the world to live, it is too indulgent."

"Forever 'extinction' seems to be your best destination!"

【Ok? ! 】

The silver dragon with its missing arm raised its dragon's tail and pointed it down at the top of the black cross.

"puff!"

This time it didn't even wait for it to fall, and the black mist rising from the sky shredded the dragon's tail instantly.

The pain of the torn body continued tormenting Enzo, and the unbearable dragon king tried his best to spit out the most powerful dragon flame breathing at the black cross.

The flames lit deep in the dragon's throat flashed dazzling light, which is a color symbolizing destruction and destruction; all things in the world, no creatures can survive such a close distance under these forces, and even Enzo himself cannot Survived.

But ... is not enough to destroy the Black Cross.

Enzo knew this well.

The Battle of the Destruction of the Dragon Kingdom ... He witnessed those desperate dragons, who gambled to die with the Black Cross and the evil spirits, and finally witnessed the enemies swallowed by the flames before dying. Despair that appeared before him.

But at least, Serior can be temporarily weakened.

This is enough.

For the dragon that has been destroyed for a long time, and has been stricken to the present, I can see the culprit that once caused the clan to be slaughtered, showing the anger and unwillingness when injured ...

Is enough!

The white light of destruction was blooming over the ruined cathedral.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust rolled, but the wailing of the silver dragon fell!

"Different beasts, want to die with me? Arrogance ... None of them describe your stupidity."

Listening to the screams of the silver dragon, Cerior, who raised his left hand, rolled up a large cloud of black mist and swept toward Enzo's body one after another.

"Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! ..."

The endless black mist turned into a fierce beast hungry for flesh and blood, biting continuously on the body of the silver dragon; sucking blood, dragging the meat, chewing the bone ... engulfing the bright silver body that was still struggling The bottomless black.

The indestructible scales were crushed, and the dragon flame that destroyed everything was wiped out before it spewed out. Under the siege, the broken body continued to roll, struggling, and wanted to throw away the black mist on his body.

Serior, who raised his left hand, had already pointed his palm at the head of the silver dragon.

"Even if it's not enough to hurt me, but the arrogant stupidity ... still needs to pay the price." Raising his eyes, Serriel's expression was determined:

"If it was in the past, I will let you suffer and then, after hopes have broken down again and again, choose to beg me to end in despair but now I don't have so much free time, so ..."

"Thank you for my kindness, the humble dross!"

In an instant, the black mist covering Enzo's whole body dissipated, and the black mist condensed in his palm turned into a substantial sword with a shape that was almost the same as the "dawn" sword of the Turin family.

It ’s just a hundred times magnified, enough ... to run through the dragon!

The wind screamed.

Serior's eyes widened.

The "Black Sword" that pierced the silver dragon was able to stop before the amber dragon's eye.

Blocking the tip of the big sword is a small one, almost invisible in front of the sword front ... Nine Mans Star Magic Array.

Fortunately, the silver dragon who had escaped to death was paralyzed in the ruins, and under him was a pool of blood.

"Lorren Turin !!!"

In the storm that the black mist rolled up, Loren raised his mouth weakly.

The clothing on the upper body was almost completely broken, and only two practitioners were left with the last few broken rags; a ring-shaped hollow penetrated his chest at the position of the heart, and the gray-blue pus and blood gathered around the hollow, Left a circular scar.

This is the moment when the third valve is forcibly opened with the Holy Grail, and the price must be paid to open the valve. The power directly wipes out the heart in order to make his body more inclined to the void.

In other words, he is now half dead.

Relying on the power of the second valve, the dark-haired wizard did not die because the heart stopped (because the heart was gone), but even then ...

Ok! ! ! !

The shuddering Loren gritted his teeth, and the expression of composure was almost distorted.

Pain ... It hurts so much!

Even if the power of the void is used to maintain the normal operation of the body, it is still not enough to ignore the lost heart.

In the final analysis, Loren, whose soul and matter are completely integrated, is not the “creation” of this world rule; therefore, he can ignore the law and directly use the Holy Grail on his body to forcibly open the third valve; but this does not mean that he does not need to pay a price.

The most direct point is that for the evil crosses such as the Black Cross or Asriel, their bodies are destroyed. Even if they are torn into a pool of flesh and blood that cannot be seen in shape, they can't hurt their roots at all.

But if Loren is beheaded and "resurrected" by various means before losing consciousness, then he will definitely die!

Taking a breath, Loren, almost unconscious, immediately recovered.

But this momentary change cannot naturally escape the eyes of the Black Cross.

"Don't you have to do this needless struggle with the dying body?" Serol, shrouded in black mist, could no longer see his expression:

"It's sad, Loren Torino!"

"Even if the third valve is opened by suicide, how do you plan to defeat me now, what can you change?"

"You won't say that round!"

The spear "Dragon Teeth" burst out of the air and pierced the face of the Black Cross.

The sneering Serior raised his right hand and waved sharply.

In an instant, the gun body was torn apart; the remaining Mithril Gunpoint was also wrapped in endless black mist, disappearing without a trace.

Loren pulled the corner of his mouth in pain.

"clang."

In the dark mist, the sound of the gunpoint falling to the ground sounded.

At the same time, the Black Cross suddenly changed color and he felt the magical array of nine-pointed star that suddenly opened in the black mist.

Curse, the dream of solitude.

Like the dew and water vapor in the early morning, the black mist covering the tip of the gun dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and centered on the magic circle, continuously expelling the power of the surrounding void from the physical world.

"clang!"

At the same moment when the spark burst, the figure of the dark-haired wizard had fallen into Serel's three steps, and the "dawn" sword was blocked above him by a black mist turned into substance.

"you……"

"Are you surprised?" Loren raised the corner of his mouth to steal. "There is nothing to be surprised. I am a wizard; there is nothing I can't do."

"So I engraved the magic circle of the dream of solitude on the tip of the dragon tooth. As long as it touches, it will stimulate the unreasonable expulsion of you, but it is absolutely enough to create opportunities."

Looking at the magic circle that expelled his power of the void from afar, Serriel's expression was fierce.

His right index finger was raised, and he pointed abruptly toward the ground.

"boom!"

The moment the thunder burst, the last broken wall of Golovin Cathedral was also shattered in the purple electric light.

The electric light dissipated.

The dying silver dragon was lying among the **** ruins.

The black cross with an unsightly expression was staring at the dark-haired wizard with the corner of his mouth.

Above the ruins, there is a cracked, translucent wall ... blocking the thunder from the sky.

Magic spell, perseverance like ice.

boom!

The ice cracked.

At that moment, the two people who achieved "tacit understanding" started working at the same time, and Black Mist and Jian Feng attacked each other.

The distance of just three steps is the distance between life and death.

For Serel, this means that even if he regains his power, he will fight the melee that he is the least good at; while the dark-haired wizard who has a certain advantage will also risk being killed at any time.

Opening the third valve just won the chance of a fair battle, the strength gap between the two sides is still crushing level!

The battle between the two sides continued, and the magic circle of the solitary dream had no time to expel the power of the void, and it was torn into pieces by the surging black mist; the tip of the blown "Dragon Teeth" steadily landed in Loren Palm.

Then, with a snap, he snapped his fingers gently.

Curse, the fire of Turin.

"boom!"

The golden-red flames exploded the black mist, and the black cross with a watery face raised its gaze, gazing at the "dawn" sword that rolled up the flames and struck itself, and raised its right hand.

"clang!"

At the moment when the Black Cross was about to be divided into two, the burning blade was grasped by the withered hand!

The flames dissipated, and the force and the air wave caused by the impulsive force tore the hood of the Black Cross into pieces, revealing that terrifying expression.

Jian Feng's black-haired sorcerer's face was dignified.

"Yes, Loren Turin ... you bet everything opened this third valve and gained the power to confront me." Serriel's voice was mute:

"But you obviously didn't understand the opening of the third valve ... this holds all the power ... what it means."

"Strength, wisdom, soul ... the third valve, not your superficial thinking, what you can imagine!"

Clang

The crisp notes sounded, and the Mithril Sword "Dawn", which has been passed down for hundreds of years, is in the withered hands like decayed wood ...

Fold in two!

Unbelievable Loren's eyes widened, and his consciousness also fell into a short gap.

broken……

The big sword "Dawn" was actually ...

"Lorren Turin!"

A familiar cry rang in the ear.

At that moment, the one-armed knight who rushed up from under the rubble knocked Loren away, and the long sword swept the black mist back.

"This is not a good time for you to be surprised!"

The swearing knight looked at the dark-haired wizard with a shocked face on his face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The black fog that was constantly being attacked by the dilapidated "Can Star" sword, left and right.

The silver dragon Enzo, who collapsed in the pool of blood, also climbed up weakly at this time, roaring and spitting dragon flames, barely blocking the black mist that swept from all sides, barely blocking the periphery.

Clutching the "dawn" in two, the painful Loren stood up again and looked at Serel.

The terrible black cross is looking at all of them with a complex emotion of anger:

"A stranger who doesn't belong to this world, a beast with a long breath ..." he whispered coldly:

"In addition to a holy cross dog ... well, very good, you gangs who dare to resist my lone soul and wild ghost finally got together. I found one by one in the province and killed you."

"At the end of this world, let me give you the highest courtesy and honour of these rebels, witnessing with your own eyes ..."

"My ... dream world!"