The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The sound of fighting and the metal impact of swords colliding could be heard endlessly. Roger stood outside the hall with his eyes closed, clearly "seeing" everything that happened at the bottom of the valley with his huge perception field.He suddenly opened his eyes, Sen Han's black eyes were like an abyss, staring at the sudden acceleration of the airflow in the air, the chill in his eyes instantly turned into a deep cold pool.

"A-Mei-Dai-Ao—" His pupils were almost pressed into a line, and he said every word fiercely.

The chaotic air flow in midair paused, and the next moment, the black robe was raised in the wind, and a figure suddenly appeared, condescendingly, standing outside the hall in mid-air, the divine power of the demon god made him surrounded by an illusory golden light , truly as if the gods descended.

Amedeo walked towards the front of the hall step by step on invisible stairs. He held a half-empty and half-solid sword in his right hand. Only a real master could see that it was a sword formed by spiritual pressure. Qi is the form, which is the highest state of Reiatsu users.

If it was said that during the raid on Yanling Island, Roger gave the Demon Realm a blow, then this time, the situation of the two of them was completely reversed.

The man spoke lightly, and his voice echoed in everyone's ears like the will of the gods: "Hand over Sobika Solomon."

Roger narrowed his eyes, with a provocative smile on his lips: "Otherwise?"

"Tu, Gu." He said softly, without any emotion.

"Tu Gu?" The smile on the corner of Roger's mouth suddenly broke out, and then turned into a bold laugh, "There are no weak people in my Dragon Valley. Anyone, even the elderly and children, are excellent fighters. Even with a few hundred devils like you Want to slaughter the valley? According to my perception, your troops have already been killed or injured by dozens!"

Amedeo's face remained unchanged, but the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and a powerful divine power quickly spread around him. His heart burst and died, and Longgu lost countless lives in an instant.

Only an old voice shouted: "Witchcraft Guardian!"

In an instant, the deterrence of divine power was blocked, and the bottom of the valley seemed to be covered with an invisible barrier, which was indestructible.This is the power that the world longs for and fears extremely——magic power. It wanders outside all rules, has no rules, is weird and impermanent, and no other power can resist it.

Sobica, who was wearing a linen robe, rushed out of the inner hall, with slippers on her feet, and ran towards Amedeo with a trail of smoke and dust behind her, "I will fight with you!!!"

Hey, why didn't you make any progress?

Looking back, Roger grabbed her by the hood, no wonder she had been walking in place.

Roger said solemnly: "Didn't I tell you to stay inside!"

Sobika pretended not to understand and smirked, and was instantly lifted by a wave of spiritual pressure, and her body was thrown backward in a parabola.

"Sura, protect the wizard."

"Yes, Patriarch." The one who caught Sobika was a slender woman with a silver mask on her face, and she exuded a coldness all over her body. She was Shura who ranked first among the dragon heads.

Roger took a step forward, stretched his right hand behind his waist, and accompanied by a long and slow sound of metal friction, a black broadback knife came out of its sheath.

"Amedeo, your opponent is me!"

The ferocious murderous aura swept towards Amedeo in an instant like a circular airflow, but he just casually raised his eyes, swung his sword at Roger with a flick of his wrist.

But at this moment—boom!

The earth suddenly made a shocking muffled sound, which came from the wasteland in the southwest corner of Dragon Valley. The crater near Dragon Valley also raised black smoke abnormally at this time.

This is a precursor to a volcanic eruption!

Amedeo and Roger only looked at each other, and the next moment, the two rushed towards the southwest valley together.

Just half an hour ago...

The blue bird found that the barrier that trapped Matthew was also connected to the magma in the leyline, that is to say, once they destroyed the seal point, they would probably destroy the seal of the entire active volcano in a chain.

And the magma under their feet is only a hundred meters away from them. If the magma rises up, they may die here before they can get out in time.

"Could you break the dome above..." Blue Bird pondered, "Camilo, feel the thickness of the rock wall."

Camillo closed his eyes and concentrated on it, and probed the scattered spiritual pressure upwards. He concluded, "It's more than five meters thick."

Five meters... Such a thickness cannot be pierced by three people at all, not to mention that Matthew is weak and Camelot lacks combat power. The only hope left is the cave where they came in. In the cave, there are still a group of A haunting shadow man.

No matter, Lan Que gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it, there is no point in procrastinating."

"Okay." Camilo and the blue bird climbed up to the rock walls on both sides of the cave, where there was a purple mark in the shape of a pentagram, under the countdown of the blue bird:

"Three, two, one, smash!"

The two of them punched the mark at the same time. With the sound of gravel, the light on the mark disappeared immediately. Before the joy could be seen on the face, there was a vibration deep in the ground, and the magma under their feet was about to move.

The natural sensitivity of the orcs made them all aware of the restlessness coming from the ground, "No, the volcano is about to erupt!" The blue sparrow jumped to Matthew's side, cut off the chain with a knife, and pried off the shackles with the tip of the knife.Matthew, who had regained his freedom, was still a little stiff. Blue Bird supported him and put his palm on his chest to relieve some spiritual pressure. Matthew gradually regained some strength. Although it was not as strong as usual, it was more than enough to deal with those shadows.

The three of them entered the cave one after another, and the blue bird rushed to the front. With a wave of the knife in his hand, he chopped off the black shadow guarding the entrance of the cave.Camillo walked in front of Matthew, and wanted to help solve some shadows, but he was first entangled by the shadows. Matthew behind him moved his fingertips, and a knife wind gathered by spiritual pressure hit the shadow instantly. into two halves.

He uttered a cold snort with obvious irony, and he actually became the young master with this ability, but the scorching heat of the magma was already coming from behind him, and Matthew's expression turned serious, and he couldn't help but grab Camillo's wrist and lead him run forward.

The speed of the erupting magma is getting faster and faster, and behind it is the scorching hot and red flames like fire. The shadows are weak and erratic by the light of the magma. There is no need to fight at all, and they can be scattered with a wave of hand.

The sky finally appeared in front of them, and the three rushed out of the cave with all their strength, but the magma behind them spewed out.Camillo has never felt the feeling of facing death like this. Looking back, the raging magma rushed towards his face.

hot!

He raised his hand in horror to cover his eyes, but touched a piece of cool cloth. He grabbed the man's robe like a life-saving straw, only to find that he was also tightly held by the man.

There seems to be something wrong with this situation...He reached out to touch it restlessly, huh—the chest is flat, and he is hugging a man? !

Shocked, he suddenly raised his head, but because of the shameful height difference, his forehead hit the man's chin.

"It hurts..." Camillo took a deep breath, and when he saw the man's face clearly, he suddenly fell silent...

Amedeo stared at him quietly with a pair of icy eyes, one hand was on his waist, and Camillo was leaning on his chest in the attitude of a little bird at this moment, the two were like lovers who depended on each other look at each other.

Camillo's face turned red, and it wasn't all because of the shameful height difference...

Amedeo arrived at the wasteland one step ahead of Roger, but saw the scene where the three dragons were about to be swallowed by magma. In desperation, he used teleportation magic to rescue the three from the pothole. Luo stayed with him, leaving the other two on the other side of the pothole.

Even though he hadn't seen him for three or four years, he could still recognize Camillo at a glance. The kid had grown a lot taller and stronger.

The corner of his mouth curled into an undetectable arc, but Camillo didn't notice it at all. He only saw this icy man slowly raised his other hand, which seemed familiar. He flinched back, helplessly Amedeo hugged him firmly.

I didn't mean to bump into you!Don't kill me just because I hit your chin! ! !

Camillo waited sadly and desperately for the hanging to come, but the hand fell gently on his head, and the warm body temperature made people want to lean on it and rub it again.

Ah bah, stop, it's all about this shameful animal nature!

Amedeo gently rubbed his forehead, and was about to ask him if it still hurts... Roger has chased him to this wasteland!

First, seeing his son in the arms of his mortal enemy, his face darkened, and then seeing Matthew and Blue Sparrow standing together, Roger's face was so pale that he was in the abyss of hell.

"Dragon-headed blue bird," his voice was as deep as thunder, accompanied by irreversible coercion, "the one beside you is a dragon prisoner, you can kill him if you don't have time!"

The blue bird looked at the patriarch she admired so much in the past, and the strong wind caused by the coercion even blew away her bun, and the dark blue hair was blowing high in the wind.She didn't know what expression to make on her face. Shock, pain and despair were intertwined in her heart, which had already made her numb from the pain, and the patriarch actually issued the killing order himself.But Matthew is obviously his eldest son!It is the former young master of the Dragon Clan!Or... the brother I trained with since I was a child!

She tremblingly stretched her hand to her waist, her movements were as stiff as a puppet without a soul, she slowly drew out her saber, and the point of the saber was facing—Roger!

"Blue tits are hard to follow."

The author has something to say: the title of this chapter is a bit difficult, but I have already thought of the next chapter, which is called "Two Fathers"! (don't believe it)