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Volume 1 The Year of the Meteor Chapter 11 The Secret Ritual

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    "Restraint!"

    Covered in dust, Williams stood proudly on the battlefield. His feet stepped hard on the ground again. Countless dust smoke rolled outwards and spread. The earth rumbled, and endless rocks rushed out of the cracked ground!  The seven Thorn Knights were lifted into the air by this huge force, and then they found themselves unable to move!  Hundreds of boulders of different sizes floated strangely in the air, as if they had lost the restraints of gravity. Then, the real nightmare began. The boulders in the air slowly began to rotate, and became faster and faster.  Amidst the rumbling, hundreds of boulders were carried by the fierce wind and crashed towards the Thorn Knights who were bound in the air. All the surviving Thorn Knights showed an almost desperate look.

    Amidst the rustling sounds, huge boulders rolled in. Their speed was very fast, even much faster than the heavy objects thrown by catapults. The first wave of boulders hit the ground between the Thorn Knight and the Nightmare Beast.  His body was smashed to pieces. In front of these powerful knights who symbolized the glory of the demon world, such a simple and brutal attack method was not enough to defeat them. However, when waves of boulders came up endlessly, the Thorn Knights and their  The mount's defense was finally breached, and the huge force of the impact caused the Thorn Knights to spurt out blood for the first time. Their armors were scarred by external forces, and their strong bodies were fractured by the concussion. The beasts of the Divine Horse also no longer  There was no intact mane to be found, but the whole body was covered in blood and flesh.

    Just the bombardment of boulders was not enough to pose a fatal threat to the Thorn Knight, so Williams moved. He clenched his fists and took a step forward. One step was a distance of tens of meters. When Williams' figure was restrained,  When the Thorn Knight flashed in mid-air, he punched out with no tricks. The ferocious gauntlet filled with red flames instantly penetrated the Thorn Knight's breastplate, and then suddenly burst out with a large cloud of blood mist and  In the blazing flames, life is fleeting and scattered into burning black ashes.

    Then Williams stood up, fell, turned and drew a straight trajectory, and the life of another Thorn Knight completely perished in his hands.

    Repeatedly, when everything returned to calm, he stood on this land that had been completely transformed, with the wind blowing through his hair. These thorn knights were indeed very powerful. Even with his strength, he paid a certain price.  Williams looked at his gauntlets. The rough surface was not only dull, but also continued to age, as if the metal had experienced millions of years of rust in a matter of seconds. His arm shook slightly, and the entire hand  The nails completely decomposed and flowed away from his fingers like fine sand.

    Williams turned around and walked towards Roland and Bast. This man's invincible demeanor had been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the two of them. He stretched out his hand and the Dark Saint inserted on the ground made a "buzz" sound and drew a stream of light.  Back in his hands.

    "It's time for me to go." Williams called Nightmare to him, turned over and mounted his mount. Until this moment, Bast still felt as if he was in a dream. This powerful and outrageous demon master  Are you leaving like this?

    "We are destined to meet each other. My sword can only inspire the protection of the Holy Spirit once every hundred years, so consider it as a small gift to you." Williams rode on the back of the nightmare and turned sideways.  He explained with a hearty smile.

    "Then, goodbye, old man, let's go." Williams patted Nightmare on the head, and Nightmare took steps with half-closed eyes, which was the direction leading to a place farther than the rocky land.

    When his figure got further and further away, Roland sent out a mental wave.

    "where are you going?"

    The knight's back was obviously startled, and then a mental wave came.

    "Where are you going? A place where you can become stronger"

    Die forever.

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    ¡°Master, it¡¯s time for us to leave.¡±

    When Williams' figure completely disappeared, Bast suggested uneasily in his heart. In his opinion, although this was not the territory of the Demon Realm yet, he would not hesitate to stay in this place of right and wrong for a while longer.  Even more frightened.

    Although he had just witnessed the battle in which Williams killed a group of Thorn Knights like melons and vegetables, Bast also understood in his heart that although he could not know the strength of the Thorn Knights due to the large strength gap, there was no doubt that  Any Thorn Knight has the terrifying power to easily kill himself and his master.

    "Wait a minute." Roland was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. Before Bast could be surprised, he rushed towards a shocking battlefield at a ghostly speed.

    Roland stopped in front of a flame that was still burning. He squatted down and stared at the flames that were still jumping. The flames were nearing the end and were quickly extinguished. There were only black ashes and scattered armor fragments on the ground.  There is nothing in the stool??What was left was that he grabbed a ball of black ashes, and the energy on it that had not yet completely dissipated gave him a knife-like feeling. Williams's attack was very destructive. This kind of destructive  The attack left almost no trace even on the soul level, which means that no great magister who specializes in necromancy can use the souls of these thorn knights who died in battle as a source of high-level undead creatures.

    But just because others can't do anything, it doesn't mean that Hector, the former soul demon, doesn't have some corresponding methods.

    Roland's hand bones touched the black ashes on the ground. He endured the bursts of pain and drew complicated magic symbols. He drew one stroke at a time, and within a moment, an obscure magic circle was formed. Roland's eyes were ablaze.  Dasheng, a strong silver light was projected to the center of the magic circle.

    The magic array was lit up in an instant, and the edges of the array flickered with light. A strong vortex of silver light soon formed. The strong air flow rose and swirled, even pushing Roland's body away. He quietly stared at the magic circle.  In the center of the formation, all the black ashes on the ground were sucked up by the silver light vortex, floating in the air and changing into various weird shapes. Roland stretched out his finger bones and stepped forward to press into the silver light vortex.

    There was a sound of "Peng", and a pale flame burned silently from the silver whirlpool. The black ashes seemed to have become the fuel of the flame, being swallowed up in a steady stream, and the fire became stronger and stronger.  After a quarter of an hour of this, the flames finally went out, and the vortex of silver light disappeared.

    Bast could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a wisp of black energy escaping from the fire, and then it was taken into the master's hand.

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