How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

The magicians did not speak, but their eyes gave their affirmative answer.

They were born free, and are willing to pay for this freedom.

Lin Wei suddenly admired Adrichig.

He did not know how many things he did and how many books he wrote in his long life. Cited by "Time Handbook", he kept it in the library of the Magic Academy for a long time, and cultivated countless freedom, romance, love of adventure, and magic that is not afraid of death. teachers.

This man, he guards the entire magical world.

Lin Wei couldn't help but be infected by such enthusiasm and belief. He was never as grateful as he is now for seeing such a world and living with such people.

The sun is moving slowly in the sky, the sky is blue, the sea of ​​clouds is under the feet, and the goddess statue in front of it bursts out with dazzling light, like another sun.

Time seems to stretch infinitely at this moment. People hold their breath and record the time with their heartbeats.

On the edge of the continent, the soft golden glow protects the people in the storm. They cheer, cry, and sing praises to the merciful gods. The power transpires, gathers, and gathers in mid-air.It crossed half of the continent, stayed slowly over the imperial capital, rose into the sky, and flocked towards the pure white idol.

The next moment, Lieyang reached the center of the sky.

"She's awake."

The statue was completely disintegrated, and the figure slowly emerged.

The heavy oppression made it hard to breathe.There seems to be singing in the ears, singing praises, leading people to illusory scenes-people worshiping, glorious temples, magnificent altars, endless songs of congratulations, seemingly never-ending brilliance...

If they hadn't heard Adrisig's previous narration, everyone would involuntarily bow to this light.

Her blond hair is like the streaming sunlight, her eyes are like the blue sky, she wears a sacred crown on her head, her robes are complicated and solemn, she has a scepter in one hand and a long sword in the other.

The goddess' eyes are compassionate, although this cold mercy makes everyone's heart chill.

People once kowtowed to her and begged the goddess to save them from the deep suffering—but they didn’t know that the suffering was planted by the gods in order to gain faith. She enjoyed the worship from the whole continent, just like harvesting a good harvest.

Her gaze did not rest on any magician, as if she regarded them as the tiniest specks of dust.His eyes only paused briefly on Adrihiger, and voices came from all directions: "Time."

Adrihiger looked at her blankly: "Your Majesty the Goddess."

She smiled slowly, but the accompanying action was to raise the long sword in her hand, with a blazing edge, and swung it down towards Adrichig.

Extremely slow, so slow that people can see all its trajectories clearly, and see the sunlight shining on the edge.

But it was also very fast, as if after only a moment, it reached the top of Adrihiger's head.

In other words, above the rules, there is no distinction between fast and slow. An ordinary magician wants to understand how the sword is stabbed, just like an ant wants to understand the conspiracy that happened in the palace of the imperial capital.

Adrihiger didn't move at all, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

The blade of the goddess froze suddenly at that moment, then deviated from the original track and slid down beside him.

"You have been asleep for 1000 years," Adrihiger looked directly at her, "but I spent it awake."

The goddess' eyes were extremely indifferent: "So what...you are always under the rules."

Adrihiger: "If you can only beat the rules by emulating you, that makes me sick."

No one could see how their battle took place. The figures were sometimes illusory and sometimes cohesive, turning into two streams of shadows in the air. Lin Wei tried to follow them with his eyes, but felt overwhelmed with mental strength in just a moment.

He turned his head to look at Juan Yu beside him, but found that his eyes were not in the slightest of confusion.

He understood, he saw clearly—this thought suddenly rose in Lin Wei's mind, bringing a vague sense of unease.

When did he change so much, during the three days when he was not around?

Moreover, the soul connection kept telling him that the strength of this person's soul was increasing every moment.

The souls of the people are the stars, the goddess is the sun, and the previous oracle is the moon.But the light of the moon is condensing all the time, almost on par with the scorching sun.

But now is not the time to talk, Lin Wei shook his hand, felt the strength of the back grip, calmed down a little, and looked at Adrihiger.

The power of his great prophecy has been consumed in the battle with other gods, how long can he last?

"After all, now is not the heyday of the goddess," Lin Wei comforted himself: "Even if she gains the power of faith in the elemental storm, it is still not as good as it was in the dark age."

But he also clearly knows that even 1000 years may not be able to fill the battle between under the rules and above the rules.

What's more, 1000 years ago, Adrihiger could survive safely only with the protection of the dark goddess Katanafea.

He watched the silver shadow move more and more slowly.

At this time, the magicians began their attack.

Nobody cast big spells, nobody used magic weapons, they just burned themselves.

One after another.Lights of different colors enveloped them, like flames, soaring into the sky, flying towards the divine radiance of the goddess.They are too small compared to the goddess, just like a few drops of water trying to extinguish the continuous flames.

This scene is forever imprinted in the eyes of those who are still alive.

Lin Wei thought, look, Adrichig, these are the magicians you have cultivated from generation to generation for 1000 years.

Who can say that faith is not faith if it is pure to a certain extent?

It's just that their beliefs are not given to the gods, but to other beautiful words.

These burning light clusters brought substantial damage to the goddess.

She uttered a spell, and the light spread across the continent, grabbing more power of faith.

At the same time, the Kingdom of God spread rapidly, reaching the limit of its power, firmly guarding a quarter of the continent.

The power of faith stayed in the sky above the Kingdom of God in annoyance, and then quickly injected into the goddess.

Adrihiger's figure fell behind Lin Wei, Lin Wei supported him, and saw that his face was pale, and blood was slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"I used too much power of time to spy on what she will do next moment." Adrisig leaned against him.

Looking at the magicians who flew towards the goddess like meteors, Adrichig looked relieved and sad.

The goddess looked at him, and took a step forward in the void.

She only took a light step, but she was about to reach in front of several people.

Adrihiger didn't move forward.

It was the other hand that blocked the goddess' sword.

The hand of the oracle.

He held the sword edge, but he couldn't see the specific situation clearly in the light, but there was a dark golden liquid falling drop by drop.

"Fly back," Adrichig said, "Leave it to him."

Sandra carried the old man, Adrichig and Lin Wei, and distanced herself from the goddess.

Lin Wei looked at the oracle, and his voice was a little nervous: "Is it okay?"

"I and others have consumed the goddess, and we can only do so far," Adrichig said: "But he is different, he is above the rules now."

Lin Wei frowned: "Why?"

"Bloodline," Aldrihiger's voice was a little weak, but still clear: "Ancient magic is often placed in the bloodline, because its inheritance is so wonderful."

"Half of the power of the Holy Lance is used to maintain 'Quilling', and half is used to create his family. His blood and soul come from the Lance of Longinus, the soul of the Holy Lance is his soul, the power of the Holy Lance It was his power...and when he was the only one left in the family - he inherited all the power."

"Then why last time..."

Knowing that "last time" refers to "the previous life", Adrihiger smiled softly: "The knight's creed is engraved in the holy gun. If he uses the power of blood, he must abide by it. There is one in the knight's code—— Never bullying the weak, so this power cannot work against its weaker power, and he can only use the power of a magician against you."

Lin Wei: "..."

"But I need to say sorry to you," Adrihiger said: "They never stimulate the blood, unless it is in danger, because it will burn life."

Lin Wei's heart twitched: "How much does it burn?"

Adrihiger blinked: "Just enough to accompany you to the end of your life, I guess."

The old man whispered, "I hope so."

Adrihiger: "Of course."

"Isa, you have been a dreamer for 1000 years." The old man looked at the battle situation, and the elemental fluctuations on his body were already very weak, because he had consumed too much in the previous battle.

The old man continued: "I didn't agree with your adventure before. I thought that we should find a way to delay the awakening of the gods and continue to develop our strength so that we can be confident enough to defeat them. I had many disputes with you because of this, but I didn't expect you to really succeed. It's... I should apologize to you."

Adrihiger smiled, but the wry smile contained a lot of meaning. Lin Wei knew that he remembered the failed attempt in his previous life.

"When the goddess was victorious, all of us, plus the Longinus spear, could only put her to sleep, but her followers are not as good as they were then... and thanks to our talented psychic," Adrian said Sig hugged Lin Wei from behind affectionately: "If we don't start from the soul, it will be very difficult for us to deal with those guys. Even if we kill them, we won't have the extra power to destroy the goddess."

Lin Wei ignored him, took those hands away, and looked ahead.This time he saw the battle in the air clearly, probably because he had a soul connection with the magician in the battle.

The expression of the goddess became more dignified than ever before. Her sword pointed at Kungunir, making a clanging sound. Both of them were dressed in white robes. One looked like a white flower blooming under the holy light, and the other looked like the thinnest part of the blade. Bitter cold.

Cross block, puncture, chop, pick up.

Actions that discard all superfluous decorations are full of fierce beauty. The collision of rules and beliefs is carried out through weapons that carry their will. When long swords and spears collide, what is stirred up is not sparks, but the space in the entire area, Oscillations of time.

All the developments are just like what Adrihiger said, not only did Juan have an equal share with the goddess of light at the beginning, but gradually gained the upper hand - several times, Kungunir brushed against the blade of the sword and almost scratched the goddess' neck .

But the goddess laughed.

There was a high-level chill in her laughter, and she fought against the ban on the one hand, but on the other hand, she said to Adrihiger: "Isa Ives."

"The most ridiculous thing about you is that you think you know everything...so you are in control." Her skirt flew with the movement.

"But you obviously can't know everything."

"Distraction can only hasten your death, Your Majesty." Adrichig said coldly.

"You will be defeated by arrogance." The goddess' voice was firm.

She continued: "The power of Longinus is indeed powerful, and the spear in the hands of the person you think will kill me happens to be able to carry the power of the rules."

"Finding such a treasure in the dwarven ruins is really a gift of fate."

As soon as the voice fell, Adrichig frowned deeply.

"Aisa—haven't you ever wondered why there is such a weapon that just meets all your requirements?" She sneered, her body unfolded, her clothes fluttering like a white rose in full bloom, but her eyes It was icy, bitingly cold, staring at the pale-faced bard, and every word in the common language of the mainland was like falling ice beads: "It was forged by the dwarves and elves with the whole family's skill, and they plan to dedicate it to me. —the second Lance of Longinus."

She looked at Adrisig's unbelievable expression, and a cold sneer curled up on the corner of her mouth: "Of course you don't know——at that time, you were hiding in the tower in the north with Quilling, and planned to use your whole life to make an enough Deal with my magic circle."

In the restless eyes of everyone, Kungunir seemed to be drawn by some powerful and unquestionable force, and he let go of his hand suddenly, suspended quietly between the confronting goddess and the oracle.

"You don't know, it has been permanently engraved with my mark, and only I can truly drive its power, its blessing."

The word "blessing" landed in Lin Wei's mind like thunder, and Daniel's excited words after seeing Kungunir sounded in his ears, "Do you know what those special rules might be! Jing, that is the legendary 'blessing'! A blessing from God! It will endow magical weapons with incredible abilities, and it belongs to the same level as the 'unbroken' blessing on the legendary War God's Great Axe!"

The goddess' voice seemed to be a distant sigh: "Its blessing is named—Eternal Destiny."

The dark silver streamer pierced the sky, like the thunder of creation, sharp and sharp, where the sharp edge points, everything is still.

No one can move, the huge silence is like ice frozen in the mud, binding them tightly, every breath is heavy and difficult, only the heartbeat can be heard clearly.

wind.

It was a weapon that Lin Wei was too familiar with, and a person he was too familiar with at that time.

The familiar fear, the familiar coldness, gradually spread and spread all over his body.

The point of the spear had been pointed at its own throat, and now it was pointed at its former owner.

He struggled to yell out, but was firmly imprisoned.

Like an absurd dream, he opened his eyes wide, watching Kungunir piercing Juanyu's chest.

It was a real piercing, it flew out from the back, the silver texture was stained with dark gold, and returned to the goddess' hands.

That white image is the falling of a snowflake.

Sandra gave a long cry and flew to catch him.

The goddess didn't look there any more, stepped across the void, and walked step by step towards Adrihiger who was still in the air, with Kungunir's cold light in her hand.