The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

On the north side of Grelinburg, there is a lighthouse with a red top and a white body. Because of its cuteness and exquisiteness, it is affectionately called "Little Red Riding Hood" by the locals, and it is also a local iconic attraction.

But this Little Red Riding Hood lighthouse became the starting point of this disaster. A steady stream of magical power pierced into the ground along the lighthouse, covering the ground around Grelin Castle. Those stone giants were created by these magics.

"Abel, do we really want to stay here? It's so boring~ I'm about to fall asleep." The man who spoke was named Gordon. Hanging upside down on the crossbar outside the lighthouse, like an owl hanging upside down on a tree, it leisurely looks down at the surroundings.

Abel was an old man much older than him, with a gray beard, and he was holding a wooden staff tightly in his hand. His deep eyes were sternly staring ahead, as if he didn't hear Gordon's words at all.

Gordon made fun of himself. He yawned sleepily, and when he was about to close his eyes lazily, he suddenly tensed up and shouted, "Abel, be careful!"

boom!The earth rattles all day long!

A terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly gathered above Abel's head, engulfed in a sharp knife-like true energy, and smashed a deep hole in the ground in an instant.

The old man teleported half a step in a hurry, but was still thrown out by the sweeping spiritual pressure. He fell on his back and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the cold blade pressed against his throat, and Camillo's gloomy voice sounded from above. : "Vulnerable, is this the strength of a general?"

Abel's ears were bloodshot from the fall, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, but the hands in the long sleeves quickly pinched their fingers to make a decision, circulating magic energy in his body to heal his injuries.

Camillo saw that the old man fell unconscious, so he laughed mockingly. The blade aimed at his throat, and when he was about to strike, a sharp arrow shot across the sky!

whoosh-

At that moment, Camillo's figure made his way slightly, and within a distance of only a few millimeters, he avoided the long arrow that pierced through the air. This movement is so ethereal that only people with keen perception can do it. make such precise judgments.

The long arrow passed by him, and shot straight at Abel on the ground without turning a corner. The old man's expression changed slightly, and he hid with teleportation just before the arrow was about to sink into his chest. The long sword pierced into the stone slab on the ground with a bang, and the gravel burst all over the ground.

On the outer wall of the tower, Gordon lowered his arm holding the bow, and sighed with some disappointment: "Alas—I wanted to kill you old man in front of the enemy, but I missed it again."

Abel had just stabilized his body, rolled his eyes at Gordon, and said coldly: "Today's juniors are getting more and more shameless!"

Camillo squinted his eyes, and looked at the two with a little surprise. What's going on? There is still internal strife among the generals of the Demon Realm?

"I can't help it. Since I can't kill you, I can only rob you of your battle achievements." Gordon said with a sad face, and drew his longbow to aim at Camillo. He let go of his finger lazily, and shot another shot Only long arrows.

This person's weapon is also an enchanted artifact, it cannot be carried by force, it can only be avoided.

Camillo jumped into the air, swung his knife and slashed in the air, and the black knife rushed towards the archer.

The man refused to hide, his body was cut in half, and then turned into two pieces of paper that floated down slowly. His lazily voice came from behind Camillo: "Actually, we have seen each other before, Kamillo." Milo."

Camillo suddenly turned his head, and suddenly remembered that this person's method was the mage who attacked him in the Forest of Aerys back then!

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity, if the one sent by His Majesty to kill you later was not the demon god, but me, I'm afraid there will be no dark god in the world."

In an instant, Camillo clenched his palms tightly, exuding a killing intent that was as cold as a needle prick.

On the other side, Abel had already picked up his staff, and said in his mouth: "Sirra Sokedo, Heavenly Thunder!" A dense cloud suddenly rolled up in the sky, covering a certain area like a rain of fire. Immediately afterwards, the terrifying electric light rumbled straight down, and any objects that touched it, including houses and trees, were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Camillo smiled jokingly, turned his body into a dislocated black shadow, and under the protection of the dark element, walked unscathed through the thunder and lightning, like a pitch-black ghost, walking towards the archer Gordon step by step .

Not only was Gordon not afraid, but humans and animals laughed harmlessly: "Old man, your spell doesn't seem to work on the dark element. It seems that the head of the dark god is going to be mine."

Without saying a word, Camilo clenched the scimitar in his hand, and drew a cold arc of light in the air. In an instant, flesh and blood splattered and pierced into Gordon's chest.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Gordon's face froze, and his body turned into a phantom again, disappearing before his eyes.

Camillo stared indifferently at the blood spilled on the ground. The next moment, he turned around suddenly and slashed with his backhand.

"Ah!" Gordon, who was sneaking up from behind, let out a hasty exclamation. The blade had already pressed against his abdomen. At the very moment, a teleportation circle flashed under his feet, teleporting him to a place three meters away. It was the mage Abel who performed the spell.

"Hey, I almost died." Gordon sighed, covering the knife wound on his chest, "I really can't hide from your perception."

"You underestimate the sense of smell of the dragon clan too much. If you have blood on your body, you can be found without perception, little brother~" A familiar mocking tone sounded, and Kiriya came out from behind the ruins of the house with arms folded , There is a small enchantment above her head to block the lightning for her.

Fiona followed behind with a staff in her hand, maintaining a protective barrier for her. Before she could take off the wedding dress, she had to temporarily cut off the too long skirt.

Camillo couldn't help scolding: "Why did you bring her here!"

Ji Liya rolled her eyes, and retorted: "Tch, I'm not here to help you, to prevent our new wife from becoming a widow in the future!"

"..." Camillo was speechless for a moment, and Kylia actually regarded Fiona as her own family.

Gordon sighed exaggeratedly: "It's all your fault, old man, if it weren't for your thunder array, how could you have attracted the enemy here."

Kylia walked over with a smile, flipped her wrist, and pulled out her saber: "Is it a combination of a mage and a warrior? Our side is also the same. If you lose, don't say that I bully you."

Camillo shook his head helplessly. He walked towards Fiona, put his hand on her arm, and a black mist from his hand sank into the other's skin, "You shouldn't be here, this trace of divine power first Inject it into your body, and if you are in danger, I will know in time."

Fiona opened her mouth, her face flushed and she couldn't speak, she just let out a vague "hmm".

But Camillo just lowered his head and didn't look at her. A dark color suddenly darkened in his eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look. Through the dazzling thunder and lightning in the sky, an extremely familiar yet extremely strange figure was standing on top of the lighthouse. , watching him condescendingly from a long distance away.

This man is really incomprehensible and unpredictable to Camillo. Back then, Amedeo raised him lovingly, then suddenly turned his face and abandoned him to the heavens, and suddenly came back to treat him well, and suddenly, he was able to treat him indifferently. to death...

But at this moment, the hatred in those icy eyes was deep and real.

Amedeo stared closely at the hand that Camillo held on Fiona's arm. His eyes were as cold as a sharp blade, and he stared at the woman in the gauze dress with hatred. His reason was burned to ashes by the flames of anger. Unexpectedly, this look has been ignored by Camillo as a signal for war.

Camillo pushed Fiona aside indifferently, clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and rushed towards Amedeo like a beast!

Amedeo also stared at him, as if the time was endlessly stretched and frozen, he still remembered Camillo saying: Amedeo, for the sake of our past, I can make your death a little easier .

He still remembered the feeling of his throat being filled with blood, the feeling of the cold blade sinking into the flesh, and the thunder and lightning mercilessly tearing apart the clouds and mist, making a shrill bang. He straightened his body, stood quietly, and opened and closed his lips slightly:

"...Camilo." I am waiting for you here, will you kill me a second time?

When Camillo approached, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind Amedeo, and the woman stretched out her slender hand from the black robe, and said softly, "Wizard? Stay away."

A transparent barrier suddenly rose up, seemingly illusory, but stronger than any magic barrier. The blade in Camilo's hand hit the barrier, and the lightning flashed instantly, and the screen buzzed, but it was real. blocked the attack.

Camillo didn't see the barrier in his eyes, and he exerted more force in his hand, the blade was soaked in a layer of blackness, trying to use divine power to corrode the barrier.What shocked him was that even with the use of divine power, the blade could not advance half a point. This barrier seemed not to be corroded by dark elements!

Amedeo frowned and looked at the woman behind him, with a slightly reproachful tone: "Venus!"

The woman was wearing an all-black robe, and bowed her head respectfully to him: "Your Majesty, the magic circle of the lighthouse is fully supported by your divine power. Your Majesty has ordered you not to leave here. This person will be left by me." Come fight."

That black robe reminded Camillo of what Yuesemona said—the black robe wizard, if this person is really a wizard, everything would make sense.The power of a wizard is not restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, and no one can explain the source of this power. Their routines are sophistry. It is rumored that every wizard has different abilities from person to person, and it is difficult for ordinary mana to compete with it. This power will also be limited in front of it.

But it was Camillo's first time fighting a wizard. Facing a mere young woman, he didn't pay attention to her at all. While the other party was relaxing, he manipulated an undercurrent to pounce on her.

Venus raised her eyes inadvertently, but raised her finger slightly, and a new barrier was erected in front of her, blocking the undercurrent.She put down the hood on her head, and the aristocratic long silver hair was scattered around her waist, then raised her footsteps, and walked towards Camillo lightly stepping on the void.

"Don't try, these are useless to me." She said indifferently.

Camillo looked a little shocked. Ordinary people need to use spiritual pressure as a support to hang in the air, but this woman didn't release any spiritual pressure, as if she just floated her body in the air!He had indeed seen Sobika use floating witchcraft to fetch things when he was too lazy to do it, but he didn't expect that this kind of power could actually float his body, even without any formations or formulas.

Venus unhurriedly tucked the ends of his hair behind his ears, staring at him with a pair of strange eyes, and the depressive restlessness spread in the air, making his arm holding the blade gradually tense.

"Can't you move your left arm?" the woman joked.

Camillo's body froze, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Interesting... What is the accident that can leave the god with a permanent disability?"

This time it was Amedeo's turn to turn pale, and the word "disabled" completely enraged Camillo. His divine power surged violently, and he swung his knife frantically to slash at the woman's neck.

A barrier rushed out to block his attack. Even if he attacked from another direction, a new barrier was immediately established, as if it could never be broken through.

"It's my turn to attack." Venus laughed, her wrists turned slowly, and a silver mist gradually floated in the air.

Camillo raised his eyebrows indifferently, but he couldn't figure out what kind of trick it was. At this moment, his eyes accidentally met Amedeo's. The man frowned and said to him silently: Two words: hide and open.

Amedeo has seen this witchcraft before. These seemingly harmless and even beautiful mist are hotter than magma. steam.

Venus raised the corners of her lips, and there was a hint of malice in her eyes. Her slender fingers moved, and the mist floated towards Camillo in accordance with her control.

Although the mist is dangerous, it is relatively slow to cast. Fortunately, Camilo was alerted early, and he quickly retreated to the ground, manipulating the undercurrent to confront the mist. They were all burned by the mist into a piece of scorched smoke.

Venus lowered the corners of his mouth coldly, and murmured with an ugly face: "I deliberately didn't set up a barrier, but I still know how to avoid it. Hmph, a young boy is actually quite well-informed."

"But you may not be able to avoid this trick, witchcraft? Crack!"

Camillo originally wanted to rush over to stop her from performing the spell, but the distance between the two of them had already been widened, and it was already too late. He only felt that his spiritual field was suddenly torn by a strong force, and the spiritual pressure in his body was running around uncontrollably. , like a thousand blades cutting out his soul, his body trembled, almost unable to stand still, he only felt a salty liquid gushing out of his chest, he clenched his teeth, and forced the blood in his throat back .

Amedeo looked down in amazement, seeing this scene, he felt a heavy blow in his heart, Camillo was not injured, how could he look so painful, "...why is this..."

Venus smiled triumphantly: "Crack is a high-level wizard who directly attacks the opponent's spiritual field and disrupts the flow in the spiritual field. The stronger the opponent's spiritual pressure is, the more serious the backlash will be. For ordinary people, it is only a minor injury. But for some talented people, it's just..."

"Stop it." Amedeo said in a deep voice, Camillo's spiritual pressure is several times stronger than that of normal people!

Venus was surprised: "What?!"

Amedeo stared at her fiercely, and shouted angrily, "Stop!"