Shaman from Afar

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

In the roar of heaven and earth, Chacar, who was stumbling on the battlefield, twitched violently, and a new tentacle burst from the body of the fat and huge evil god, which looked like a rotten sarcoma from a distance.

On the huge body, the head like a ferocious wolf roared up in the sky, seemingly struggling desperately, wanting to get rid of this pain; but he could not restrain the "life force" desperately exploding in his body, nor could he stop the "growth", The cycle of "death".

In the "blood basin big mouth" covered with fangs, new tentacles, eyes, arms, pustules were also continuously exploded ... The gray-blue pus was mixed with corrupted minced meat and overflowed from Chakar's mouth.

"Life is born, died, and new, more suitable new life appears on the decaying corpses ... the basic laws of this material world."

"This is also the most basic rule of alchemy, the basic rule of experimentation ... Only the death, sacrifice and destruction of old things can be exchanged for more powerful and excellent new things; in the uninterrupted reincarnation, a more perfect existence is bred. . "

Harlem van Ashamai, who described the withered, looked up at Chakal, who was constantly wailing and struggling. He was clearly weak enough to rely on a wand to support his body, but it was still a light expression.

"You, eroded by the power of the eternal, still void, are probably unable to understand this, Chakal?"

"But it doesn't matter, I have planted the seeds of" life "and" death "for you."

"You will know right away that the eternal and static existence is under the laws of the material world ..."

"What a ending it will be."

In Achamai's words, I have not heard any emotional fluctuations, indifferent ... like a god.

This is the power of "valve"?

Looking at the immense, seemingly devastating body of the evil spirit, it was just as slammed by Master Azhamai as it was now so miserable, the blue eyes almost rounded.

Although knowing that it is so powerful, it is impossible for a "miracle" -like force to have no price, but ...

Maybe it can win, maybe Master Ashamai ... can it really defeat the body of the Evil God, defeat Chacar, and save everyone?

Yes, since Loren can defeat the Evil God of the Ancient Wood Forest, so experienced and mature elders like Master Azhamai can certainly ...

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

The struggling Chacar once again gave a manic snarl, pulling the tentacles all over his body angrily.

Are you still resisting?

Looking at Chakal, who was still raging, Halinfan Azhama could not help but frown.

In the final analysis, the confrontation with the creatures of the void is the strength of the force of the void, and the force of the void will continue to erode the spirit and body, causing collapse ... Just like the two drowning people, see who is drowned first.

The person who now has the upper hand is not himself.

The only way to regain the initiative is to sink one step deeper into the water and then drag him down.

Achamai's eyebrows moved, and the runes all over his body began to flash, making him shrouded in gray and blue light from head to toe.

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

Chacar, who snarled in pain, began to twitch violently again, and the fat body no longer even grew new tentacles, but huge sarcomas, and the remaining tentacles began to shrink and rot.

Like a dying patient, the last vitality was squeezed out by the poison in the body.

"boom--!!!!"

The twitching chakra grows a dozen huge tentacles again from his body and pounces on the battlefield who are still wailing and wailing, screaming "sacrifice" and "dead warriors".

Azhama raised his head, and a dignity flashed in his eyes.

No good ... he wanted to continue the blood sacrifice to strengthen the power of the evil spirit's body ...

Without a moment of hesitation, the withered old man described his wand in his hand again.

"Dang yao!"

The long-handled wand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The old man still holding his right hand staggered, and the trembling left hand stretched subconsciously toward his chest.

"Boom--!"

Before he could hold his right hand, his knees fell to his knees, and Ain's exclaimed sounded behind him.

"Master Ashamai?"

Suddenly, the little wizard's face changed; he quickly reached out and helped him when the old man collapsed.

So light!

This is her first reaction.

Before, the sturdy Master Harlemfan Ashamai, like a giant monster, now withered as if only wrinkled skin and bones were left, and his body was lighter than himself!

Looking at the old man lying down in his arms, groaning in pain, trembling, and convulsions in his limbs, the little frightened wizard could only hold him, shouting at a loss:

"Master Ashamai! Master Ashamai, wake up, wake up!"

In the distance came Chacar ’s angry roar again, seemingly still struggling desperately with the power of “reincarnation”.

"Nothing cough cough ... as you can see, Ain Rand." The old man who coughed continuously opened his eyes desperately, and his gray-blue pupil seemed to have started out of focus:

"The use of power that is not yours ... the valve ... comes at a price ..."

"It will give you unspeakable power, make you feel like a god, extraordinary thinking ... but cough cough, will eventually take your life, destroy your consciousness ... and finally die of pain."

"But! Only by mastering it ... can you understand what a wizard is and only ... can you open the door to evolution and get a new vision, not ... trapped in the ordinary."

Ai Yin's expression became more and more urgent, and he shook his head desperately: "Don't say it again, don't say it again!"

The weak Harlem van Azamal twitched continuously, and the runes all over the body gradually dimmed, but they were constantly flashing, as if they were doing their final struggle.

But compared to the dim speed visible to the naked eye, the frequency of flicker is really too weak and too scarce.

Chacar growled and snarled, madly raging on the already empty battlefield; his tentacles were constantly rolling up the centaurs on the ground corroded by the Holy Blood Potion, and the bones of the coalition soldiers. Among the huge and fat body.

"boom----!!!!"

In the frantic howl, the expanding Chakal gradually controlled the mad tentacles; in the loud noise of the landing, the rolling smoke almost filled the entire battlefield.

He was unscrupulous and attacked indiscriminately, as if he was just pouring out his anger and killing desire.

"Snapped!"

Harlem Van Ashamai, who coughed repeatedly, suddenly grabbed the hand of the little wizard, and the pupils in the trembling gradually spread, staring desperately at her face.

"I know, there is a suspicion of threatening you to say such things now, but ..." The old man paused, a little breathless: "But only now, Ain Rand, I hope you can accept me without this The request of ceremony ... "

"I know ... I promise you, promise you!"

The little wizard was about to cry, desperately clenching the old man's arm: "Do not hold on, Master Ashamai, I will treat you here."

"No! It's too late, listen to me!" Azamai, who was dying, said in a dubious tone:

"The first step in opening a valve is to break its shackles;"

"The second step ... the improvement of wisdom is the top priority;"

"Lorren Turin ... his key is to open the second and third valves; you must help him, assist him, and open any one of you, the third valve!"

"In this way, the wizards have a future and only hope!"

The more powerful the language, the lower the frequency of Azhamai's body twitching; the runes on his body no longer flickered, completely dimmed.

"You are a clever boy, Ain Rand, you must be able to walk farther than me and see more than me." Acha Mai said slowly, his voice becoming softer and weaker:

"Sacrifice and death of the old life can bring new life to perfection ... This is the core of alchemy and the law of this world."

"Only evolution is eternal."

Looking at Ashamai's old face, the little wizard was almost speechless in consternation; but there was another question, hovering in her heart from beginning to end.

"But why, why am I?"

The old man's expression first stiffened, and then slightly raised his mouth:

"I thought ... a smart girl like you must understand why."

Clear skies!

Ai Yin stared blankly at the old man falling in his arms, shocked and speechless.

"You, you ... Master Ashamai ..."

"Yes, I already knew." The old man's tone was relaxed, like a "schemingly successful" child: "Your mentor is Dalton Kander? I don't know where he got his voice-changing potion, but that is My invention. "

The little wizard had an expression like lightning.

"Then, that, that, that ... why do you want ..."

"... There is no reason." Achamai shook his head, his expression subtle:

"Because my mentor is a witch."

The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, without looking at Ayin's amazed expression.

Backtracking his past life.

The wilderness of Arles, the great green sea of ​​Poi;

The peaks of clouds in Yunling, Yingxiao Island in Yasul, the glaciers in the Boundary Mountains ... so many places have been walked;

But why, I can't find you anymore;

tutor……

The girl with the pointed hat, the black dress, and the Arles accent that laughed loudly in her mind was gradually replaced by the little wizard with blond hair and blue eyes.

Anxious Ain seemed to be shouting loudly, her tears all over her face.

"There's a secret ... I have to tell you." The old man struggled with his head raised, his voice extremely soft: "You know why for centuries ... Wizards ... have so repulsed witches ... Will they be blamed?"

The little wizard who was crying into tears shook his head.

"A very simple reason ..." The old man laughed weakly:

"I do not know either."

Ugh?

Ai Yin froze.

"And, I guess most wizards ... may not even know." Azhamai's expression became more bleak and he said in a low voice:

"Maybe, nobody knows at all."

"They probably just don't want to admit it, or they don't want to admit a fact." The old man closed his eyes tremblingly, shaking his head mockingly:

"There is another group of people who can do as well as they do."

"Even ... better than them."

………………………………

The earth shook and the roaring Chacar became more and more violent, and he became more and more unruly, waving his tentacles wildly and frantically in the sound of the tearing teeth.

"boom--!!!!"

The tentacles hit the ground heavily, and the gray-blue pus spouted out of the rotten flesh.

In the rolling smoke, two figures, one big and one small, moved quickly on the battlefield.

The roar of tearing the air didn't stop, the moment the tentacle landed on the ground, it swept to the two again!

"run--!"

Without any hesitation, the two of them ran back at the same time when Loren shouted; when he found it was too late to hide, he directly grabbed the back of the gray pupil and slammed down, hiding in a place and smashed. The sunken pit.

When the two of them looked out, there was nothing left.

The astonished dark-haired wizard slowly stood up, carried the "Dawn" sword behind him, and looked up at this crazy and irrational Chakal.

Although crazy, his strength was obviously weakened a lot more than it was at the beginning; after being injured, he could not immediately restore the original state, but only the wound healed.

This is completely different from the void monsters in Loren's impression ... All monsters eroded by the void, especially after drinking the Holy Blood Potion, life is absolutely "still", even if destroyed, it can quickly return to its original state until it is exhausted Until the power of the void.

This is the power of Master Harlemfan Achamai to open the "valve"?

This near-law, even full of compulsory methods ... is really amazing.

With a sigh of relief, the dark-haired wizard who had climbed out of the corpse glanced his eyes behind him ... After some rectification, the entire Baien Boye coalition finally began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner. And more than 10,000 Phalanx infantry responsible for the break has almost been withdrawn.

Earl Braha and the lords of Byrne knew very well that in the face of such "enemies", sending more soldiers to the battlefield would only be to death; in addition to the increase in casualties, UU reads www.uukanshu.com At the risk of soldiers ’mutiny.

Of course, the infantry and the knights who had not come to retreat were almost dead ... There was no one left in the entire battlefield except for himself and Lucien.

Chakar doesn't count.

Almost ... it's time.

"Lucien, are you ready?"

Loren raised his head and turned his attention to Chacar, who was still raging wildly, and asked lightly.

"Well, anytime."

The stubborn focus lowered his head, and the gray pupil's gray-blue eyes revealed a firm determination.

"Remember, your task is to interfere with its attention and cooperate with my actions." The dark-haired wizard raised the big sword in his hand and said lightly: "It is forbidden to go forward, let alone hold the idea of ​​death."

"We are desperate, but we must go back alive!"