The Witcher: Elemental Lords

As soon as that object flew out, it emitted a powerful aura of light, crashing into a certain space.

The light disappeared, and in the air, there seemed to be a crack.

The crack slowly widened, and an even brighter, purer, and more sacred aura emanated from it.

This crack was actually connected to the God Realm of Light.

Dore raised his head, looking at the sky with a playful expression, while Comps and Stanley, who were confronting the ninth-level opponent in the distance, were shocked. They had just started fighting, and a divine envoy was summoned. What should they do?

It was already three against four, and now it had become three against five.

Astonishment, bewilderment, and caution appeared on their faces. The two looked at each other and quickly retreated.

As they retreated, they looked at Dore above them, only to see him standing still, without even a sign of making a move, as if he was looking at the sky with a look of anticipation.

Was he waiting for the other side to summon a divine envoy?

Seeing Dore's expression, Standa in the distance was also stunned. Shouldn't the other side be afraid? Facing him alone against two ninth-level opponents, he should at least give in. Why did he have that expression?

Dore was naturally waiting. He had already prepared a killing move, waiting for the other side to make a move. Originally, it might take half a day for the other side to summon a divine envoy, but he didn't expect the other side to summon one as soon as he attacked, which caught him off guard.

But this was also good. He could just entangle them for a while, let the other side relax, and then capture them.

The Turin Bone Tower was already on its way. As long as the clone could hold on for a little longer, it could wait for the Turin Bone Tower to arrive.

He had already planned everything. When the time came, he would entangle the other side, and the Turin Bone Tower would smash them into a half-crippled state.

No matter how the other side came, he would leave something behind.

Thinking of this, Dore increased his power, and the magic phantom behind him became clearer. Then, he suddenly shouted loudly, his voice shaking in all directions.

"Standa, are you sure you want to go to war with me?"

The two sides had raised their power, and Standa had even summoned a divine envoy. This posture of starting a fight really caught both sides' ninth-level experts off guard.

Why did they start fighting? Shouldn't they discuss it first?

Standa looked at Dore with a gaze that was both holy and compassionate. "If you don't agree, we can only start fighting. Once we solve you, the army below will naturally retreat."

At this moment, the crack slowly widened, and a creature exuding an incomparably holy, bright, and sacred aura walked out of the crack.

This was a humanoid creature, more than three meters tall, with a very white face that was frighteningly pale. The most striking feature was the pair of large wings on his back, with a wingspan of more than six meters. He held a white spear in his hand, which emitted a palpitating power.

As soon as he came out, he looked at Standa, with two black eyes on his white face that were particularly deep.

"Standa, who are we dealing with this time? In your world, is there still a ninth-level expert that you can't handle?"

Standa looked at the winged man respectfully and said softly, "It's the person in front of you. He has mastered the power of annihilation, and I am not his opponent. I specially summoned a divine envoy to deal with him together. The Light Empire Fortress is about to be destroyed, please take him down immediately."

The divine envoy glanced at Dore, felt the powerful power on his body, but didn't care. Instead, he looked around, taking in the surrounding situation.

Then, the divine envoy frowned, "Standa, didn't you say that you were expanding territory for the God of Light? Why do I see that you are being attacked, and the fortress is about to be broken through?"

Hearing this, Standa's face flushed red.

"Reporting to the divine envoy, the other side has mastered the forbidden power, has ample energy, and far exceeds us in alchemy. Because of the limitations of the God of Light, we are inferior to the other side in some aspects, so we are temporarily not their opponents."

"I will report to the Supreme God. Let's solve the other side first." The divine envoy naturally knew what Standa meant, glanced at the battlefield, and felt a chill in his heart. However, he immediately sneered, stopped talking, and looked at Dore in the distance.

With the divine envoy of light's position, status, and knowledge, he could naturally see through Dore's details at a glance. This was a clone, and a very high-end meditation technique. As far as he knew, this world didn't have it at all. Moreover, he had never seen this ninth-level expert before, and he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

This person was not simple.

However, despite his apprehension, the divine envoy still had a cold look in his eyes and said softly, "Human, if you disperse your clone now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

The battles in the lower realm are generally resolved by the lower realm. If the lower realm can't resolve it, then these divine envoys responsible for this world will take over. The other side was just a clone, and Standa, the former Pope, couldn't solve it either. He suspected that the other side was deliberately messing with him.

Standa had responded to him a few times, but he was just too lazy to respond. Taking advantage of the opportunity of having an enemy, he wanted to mess with him?

Looking at Standa, and then looking at the other side, the divine envoy became a little suspicious.

Dore looked at the divine envoy who had appeared, and the neural signals in his eyes had long been switched. What appeared in his eyes at this time was a large area of light rules, and they were all kinds of rules. The most important thing was that these rules were very thick and had been comprehended to a very high level, at least seven or more.

In this world, those who can comprehend more than seven types are all ninth-level experts. He looked at the rules on the other side's body and analyzed them frantically.

Although he didn't practice the Light Meditation Technique, it didn't prevent him from mastering it. Dore never felt that he would lose out by having more power.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the only way to win every battle.

He simulated the light rules in his hand while observing, but soon found that this clone simply couldn't do it. The condensed light power and his own aura of death crazily canceled each other out, instead consuming his own power.

He frowned.

His small action didn't attract the other side's attention.

Dore sighed. It seemed that this clone wouldn't work. So, he looked at the divine envoy of light and smiled faintly, "Just a light believer, without even the power of a godhead. You want me to disperse my clone? Do you have the qualifications?"

The divine envoy of light looked at Dore, felt the power on his body, smiled slightly, and said, "People of the lower realm are ultimately people of the lower realm. They don't know what it's like to use power in a subtle way. Fine, let me show you what it means to use the least amount of power to exert the greatest combat power. In order to let you know the pain, this divine envoy won't bully you. We'll go one-on-one, and this divine envoy will capture your clone."

The light power on the divine envoy's body suddenly turned, and the light power suddenly burned, turning into a piece of light divine flame that slowly burned around his body. At the same time, after he transformed into the light divine flame, the power on his body suddenly solidified by more than twice, and just relying on his own power, the space around the divine flame began to distort.

Seeing this, Dore's heart trembled slightly. The divine envoy of light and the divine envoy of darkness seemed to be a little different, and seemed to be more powerful?

An expert's move reveals whether they know what they are doing.

Dore looked at Dore, raised his eyebrows, and the death phantom behind him became more blurred. The death scythe in his hand became clearer, and more than six types of death rules condensed together. The death scythe moved casually, and wherever the scythe passed, the surrounding world trembled slightly.

He didn't maximize his power, just waiting for the moment of eruption. This was the way of the Bone Demon God, not the way of pretending to be a big shot. Killing was the goal, not pretending to be a big shot.