After the holy sword is broken

The sky above the camp also darkened.

The shock of the demon lord's escape from the gate of hell came from afar, and the houses and tents shook slightly, and dust "rusted" down.

Standing alone on the empty school field, Burgess looked extremely thin and insignificant.

He held the epee tightly in his arms, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

Last night's supposedly fierce war broke out with just a few sounds of magic collisions. How violent is the sudden conflict this time?

Has a high-level demon appeared?

Alger must be at the forefront, and the sword in his hand...is a magical trap that could explode at any time.

"Your Excellency Burgess, what's the matter with you?" Someone finally caught up and asked worriedly.

"Is there a way to bring things to the people on the front line?" Burgess stared at him and said in a low voice.

"What?" The man was surprised, he suspected that he didn't hear clearly.

"Can you find a way to bring this sword to someone on the battlefield?"

"Impossible, Your Excellency Burgess, that is a battlefield. Let alone whether you can find that person, evading arrows and magic, and surviving on the battlefield is already a great gift from the gods!"

Burgess frowned and remained silent.

"Your Excellency Burgess, please don't think too much. Unless it is an artifact capable of launching an army-destroying attack, otherwise, the quality of a single weapon will not have a great impact on the overall battle situation. Please go back, there will be more in the rear of the battlefield need you."

"It's Nightmare Knight." Ragal recognized the form of the demon lord.

The knight in black armor sits on horseback. The knight is himself, the horse is also himself, and the spear and shield in his hand are still himself.

He is the most terrible nightmare in the depths of the human heart, the source of illusory fears.

"If the vibration caused by the horse's hoof reaches the scope of the nightmare domain, then how big is this domain?"

Lizzy's questions went unanswered.

They are all in the enemy's domain, and the mages know the horror of the domain better.

This is a world that belongs exclusively to the master of the domain. In an extremely perfect domain, even the rules are determined by the master.

The Nightmare Knight swung his spear and charged towards them.

The ground shook violently, and the tip of the spear glistening with cold light condensed an extremely powerful force. Wherever it passed, there was a burst of explosion in the air.

The demon, which was originally only the size of an ordinary knight, was infinitely magnified in their eyes, and fear and fear grew in their hearts.This has nothing to do with courage, but control from arcane magic.

The gate of summoning opened in mid-air, mechanical birds swarmed into formations, galaxies flowed from the parchment, and the holy law ruled evil.

when--

The approaching spear tip was blocked.

He was blocked by an epee that also shone coldly.

The length of the sword is longer than that of the half-handed sword, the blade is wider than that of the wide-edged sword, and the blade is thicker than that of the chopping sword. The part of the blade near the hilt is not edged.

It is a "hybrid sword" with mixed craftsmanship and strange appearance, born purely for violence and slashing, to the extreme.

The owner of the sword stood in front of the Nightmare Knight, holding his spear steadily.

The buzzing sound of metal and iron colliding vibrated, it was extremely ear-piercing, as if it wanted to penetrate the eardrum.

The knight on horseback raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of red eyes from the gap in the helmet, staring at the people below.

Like the horse under the crotch, his eyes have no distinction between the pupil and the white of the eye, and some are just a piercing red.

The giant stone golem struck from the side, as high as a three-story building, so heavy and solid that it could not be shaken.

The fist made of rock hit the Nightmare Knight heavily.

The knight on horseback didn't even look at it, he raised his shield contemptuously and punched him hard.

Like a thunderbolt, it exploded.

The boulder golem took two steps back, rubble falling from its fist.

The Nightmare Knight's spear was still pointing to the epee, and the knight in black armor tilted his head with interest, driving his horseshoe to take two steps forward.

The sole of the boot slid a deep mark on the ground, and the silver inscription slowly lit up.

The back foot suddenly turned sideways, stepped heavily, the soil turned up, and the whole boot sank deeply from the heel, and cracks spread on the solid ground behind.

The momentum of slipping back suddenly stopped.

The pitch-black armor moved slightly, and hoarse voices were accompanied by the sound of metal collisions.

The language from the abyss is like the sound of a snake letter, which makes people feel creepy, like being in the dark, and something cold and slippery is entwined.

Alger frowned.

I don't understand, but...it's familiar.

Where did you hear it?

Behind him, the sorcerer who controls the power of the stars suddenly set his sights on him.

The eyes that seem to contain the mysteries of the entire starry sky have the meaning of scrutiny.

"Dempsey, can you crack it?" Lizzie suddenly said.

The sorcerer Dempsey from Dawn Dawn gently waved his sleeves, causing his stars to scatter around.

"No, I can only minimize his influence on the domain, and the effect is only limited to the range covered by the stars."

The domain cannot be broken, the rules of this place are still under the control of the enemy, the arcane cannot function normally, the energy cannot flow in normally, the summoning is weakened, and even the connection between the priest and the gods will be blocked.

And the closer to the domain master, the stronger the influence of the domain power.Now, the core of the whole field is where they are.

Lizzie sighed: "Really, I haven't experienced this feeling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered for a long time."

He waved his finger in the air, and a giant dragon made of metal showed its figure high in the air.

On the other side, the Nightmare Knight had already raised Alger's epee, and the tip of the long|spear streaked across the sky, spreading endless nightmares.

Distorted phantoms appeared again and again, heading towards all directions of the battlefield.

The stars scattered in the sky lit up, and the invisible power of the stars pulled each other to eliminate those phantoms.

The darkness squeezed the enchantment of the stars, intending to swallow it.

The horseshoe is raised, the knight captain | the gun is pointed at the mage, charge!

Once again blocked by the epee.

The role of soldiers in war is to contain the enemy and leave room for the mage at the core of the team to control the situation of the battle.

"Your Excellency Burgess, please don't worry, I will help you to ask, please sit here for a while."

Burgess watched the man go away.

You won't, you just take my words as vexatious, you don't have time to satisfy such nonsensical demands.

After all, those words were not convincing even to him.

If it was just a sword problem, he might have gotten away with it.But not long ago, he just touched a curse by mistake.

A curse is a curse because of its possibility of fulfillment.A casual curse from an ordinary person may be innocuous to Alger, but he is different - his class is legendary.

The legendary blacksmith is also a legend, and since he himself is closely related to what the curse said, it is hard to say whether this unintentional statement will become a reality.

He sat on the chair, thought for a long time, weighed a lot, and finally made up his mind and stood up.

The hilt of the epee was stained with blood, because the sword user's tiger's mouth was shattered.

The wounds on the body are also large and small.The most serious one, from the right shoulder to the abdomen.

The lord-level domain has never been broken, and the mages are greatly restricted. Alger almost blocked all the enemy's charges by himself.When necessary, take the initiative to meet and interrupt the enemy's spellcasting.

The Holy Word sang a prayer, and the healing light fell on Alger's wound, barely stopping the bleeding.

Lizzie threw out a few pea-sized things, and when they hit the ground, they turned into miniature soldiers, arranged in a small square formation.She commanded the phalanx, spread out and turned into the battlefield.

A metal-structured dragon was flying in the sky, and under Lizzy's control, it launched a surprise attack on the Nightmare Knight on the ground.

While doing things, she asked without looking back: "Ragal, are you okay?"

As a spell that communicates with planes, summoning is the type of magic that is least affected by the domain, but the space of the gate of hell is extremely chaotic. If summoning wants to work normally, it can only summon special existences to special planes.

"The interference from the Nightmare Domain is too strong. It's unrealistic to launch a summon on the spot. I've used everything that can be summoned instantly. Do you think it's useful?"

The gates of summoning opened one after another, and the summoned creatures that came out of them couldn't survive two rounds under the Nightmare Knight's spear.

"Don't you still have a random one?"

"That can only be used after the last summon disappears, and my snail is still there!" Ragal finished speaking, looking left and right: "Eh? Where is my snail?"

[Clavell's Random Summoning] summons the existence of random species from random planes, from strength to attributes, to the number of summoned objects, and the duration of stay, all of which are uncontrollable.There is no limit to the number of summons, but the next call can only be made after the product of the last call returns to the original plane.

"...What use are you for?"

What kind of person would solidify this kind of spell on himself?

The gods know how unreliable her companions really are.

The two legendary mages finally carried the suppression of the domain, jointly constructed a forbidden spell, and attacked the Nightmare Knight with a lightning-wrapped long whip.

The powerful magical power caused the entire space to fluctuate, and tiny gaps appeared in the domain, revealing the real world faintly.

Nightmare Knight raised his shield.

The entire battlefield was divided into several pieces by the power of magic.

The south is burning with monstrous fire, and the north is covered with ice for thousands of miles. Near the human front, there are torrential rain, thunder, and strong winds.

The power of arcane art to change reality is so powerful, but it is still unable to suppress the army of demons pouring out continuously, as well as the phantom with mysterious whereabouts.

Phantoms of phantoms roam the battlefield, stalking their prey.

The wyvern that dominates the sky fell to the ground after only a few breaths of effort against it, and the fully armored paladin rolled off of it.

When Burgess discovered the battlefield, he was already in it.

The chaotic scene and the huge battlefield beyond imagination make it easy for individuals to get lost in it.

"The Favor of the Moon God" emits a light halo, dispelling the surrounding darkness for him, but at the same time, it also exposes him to the evil vision.

The demons around were like a pack of wolves smelling blood, rushing towards him with bared teeth and claws.

Borgins was holding the epee, and the power of magic flowed from his feet and spread outward, forming a magic circle with a diameter of ten feet in an instant.

The demons stepped into it, and their movements slowly slowed down. Pale gray spread on their bodies, and soon they turned into stone statues.

This is a petrified magic circle, used in forging to change the texture of materials.

Blacksmithing is one of the important branches of ancient alchemy. Alchemists are not weak lambs, and neither are blacksmiths.

He's just not good at fighting, it's not that he can't.

Walking through the demonic stone carvings, the "Moon God's Favor" exudes a faint brilliance, and the moment the stone carvings hit the light, they turned into handfuls of powder.

There was a pea-sized miniature soldier who passed by kicking and rattling, and paused when he saw the handsome young man.

Burgess? !

Lizzy, who was at the core of the battlefield, suddenly opened her eyes wide, and subconsciously looked at Alger who was beside her.