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Sukhoi¡¯s sword hesitated for the first time. ¡Ì¨N
He might still be able to continue attacking and kill the opponent in front of him, but maybe just maybe He didn't know how long the opponent's near-invincibility would last, but he had no way of knowing what was approaching him. That strong aura seemed to be able to tear his body apart directly. With the few magic armors on his body, it was impossible for him to stop it, and he had no time to stop it.
Jump out diagonally, swing your sword in the air, and completely block the positions of the two targets at the same time!
He made the most correct response, almost subconsciously But the moment he jumped up, he knew he was wrong.
Because the person in the fire jumped up with him! On the black robe, a colorful halo flickered and faded away! The one rushing straight behind him was a person - one of his subordinates. He was holding a sword, but his movements were twisted and weird, as if he was fighting against some invisible force. Rather than saying that he was rushing over, he was It was the power that threw him over, that's why it was so sudden!
And the person who really caused all this is not far away.
Sukhoi's breath paused because he saw Lancefield standing there in that white robe. The light at the front of her cane had gone out. The imperial elector was looking at him, with an expression on his face, It was extremely strange - a black figure stood beside her, raising his head and smiling at Sukhoi.
The fierce wind of flames raised his black hair. Revealing the face with deep eyebrows and the dark eyes. Reflecting the Scarlet Knight's surprise.
He stood dozens of feet away, but Sukhoi clearly saw his surprise reflected in his eyes.
That¡¯s not an illusion. Because of those eyes. Right in front of him at this moment, that person's face was close at hand!
Why is it so fast?
The problem disappeared just as soon as it emerged Indescribable severe pain rose from the inside of Sukhoi's body, completely shattering his thoughts!
As a knight, pain has long been an extremely familiar thing. Sukhoi thought that he could control his movements even if his chest was penetrated However, at this moment, it was not just heartbreaking, but tearing. Soul pain. He lowered his head. I saw a hand pressing on his chest.
????????? Slender, strong, with slightly bent fingers. The pain comes from the slight pulling of the fingers. A flickering luster gathered into an orange-red rune on his fingertips. It seemed unfamiliar, but it was extremely familiar!
"Farewell, Scarlet Knight." He heard the young king say.
The hand is withdrawn inwards. Closed together, the young king gently turned sideways, letting the knight in front of him fall to the ground He raised his gaze and looked at the figure that was the same as him dozens of feet away. And the latter had just withdrawn his hand from Lancefield's back. In the palm of his hand, he held a pale rune.
The two identical faces showed exactly the same smile, and their eyes moved slightly. In their field of vision, each body was shaking individually. Stiffly fell to the ground, regardless of Feiyan. Or wither
The bombardment on the city of Burgundy has stopped, and the magma in the sky has piled up into a dark red hill on the side of the city wall. However, in the sky, the winding gap is struggling to die In the sky, three An insignificant dot is flowing and bursting out, like bubbles in water, emitting subtle colored light.
"Imperial people cannot resist surprise" the young king whispered to himself. His two bodies had been close to each other and merged. The two golden-red and pale runes were shining in the palms of his hands. He withdrew his gaze, stared at the flashing runes, and then closed his hands.
The space twisted between his fingers, forming a dark gap. The two runes fell into it, and the gap closed and disappeared. He exhaled softly, his eyes resting on the people lying on the ground around him.
"When the master changes, the subordinates will also change? With such a thing, half of the continent can be conquered. It seems that ruling the world is not so unimaginable. But before that, there are still many problems"
"pity?"
He raised his eyebrows and seemed to be talking to himself, but his tone seemed to be answering a question that no one knew: "No, of course I don't feel it is a pity. Edward said that soldiers should be more valuable than more. Power that I cannot understand will only bring trouble, and I have no interest in getting involved with a powerful person of the level of the Devil King."
After a pause, he turned his gaze againYang raised: "Next, Alex Wilder, how can Standria resist our attack without the power of the Emperor's Elector? I'll wait and see I hope this threat of death can cheer you up a little bit. ?¡±
Whispering softly, his eyes fell on the distant sky, on the three tiny rays of light that were constantly flashing. The corners of his lips moved slightly, half-smiling, as if he was observing something interesting, until a moment later, the flowing halo of light fell on him. A dark red mage robe was outlined not far away from him.
"Your Majesty, the preparations have been completed. Master Benjamin is waiting for you." The middle-aged man in the robe had a gentle face, but his eyes were cold and unusual. He stepped out of the teleporting light and stared at The young emperor, whose back was turned to him, was silent, but his breathing suddenly became slow and deep, and the fingers of the hand hanging by his side were trembling slightly. It wasn't until a moment later that he finally spoke, his voice calm and not unusual.
"So fast? Well done."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Thomas, do you think those guys have a chance?"
The young king did not look back, nor did he mean to move. He seemed not to pay attention to the mage at all. It was not until a while later that he asked.
"No." The red-robed mage didn't even raise his head, but the movements of the three flashing light spots in the distant sky seemed to be completely within his perception: "The power of the illithid lich far exceeds theirs, and Psychics are best at controlling humans. The three of them have spent the highest spell slots to prepare the means of siege In fact, if he hadn't wanted to capture the three of them, I think they would have died long ago. Unless they prepare an instant high-level teleportation technique and have the consciousness to fight to the death. Or there is still a chance."
"So, do they have it?"
"If there were, they would have escaped long ago. At least one of them could escape." The red-robed mage said: "Any opportunity for a battle between spell casters is created by oneself, but most of the time, the number of people is not enough for the spell casters. It¡¯s not the biggest advantage, it¡¯s reasonable coordination, and it¡¯s unfortunate. For the three of them, it¡¯s difficult.¡±
¡°What if I said they could escape?¡±
"You have seen thousands of miles." The young king was silent for a moment, then turned around and faced the red-robed mage in front of him - Thomas Edinson, standing quietly with his head bowed, his expression solemn, without any hint of impatience. So Stellan smiled: "It's boring. In fact, I still hope you are right, but it seems that this situation is too beneficial to me, isn't it?"
Thomas was stunned for a moment, but then he noticed that the young king's eyes were lifted. What you are looking at is not yourself at all. He immediately slid a distance to the side without hesitation, revealing the figure who was originally behind him, but who didn't know when he appeared.
This is the image of a man. He was wearing a dark gray robehis hair was disheveled and his feet were bare.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? Actually. Saying he was wearing a robe was just a way of describing it The thing that covered him was more like a piece of linen with a hole torn in the middle, and the rips in the robe were ragged with raw edges. Like the attire most often seen on beggars. Judging from the skin under the collar, it seemed like there was nothing else on his body except this. However, both the robe and the exposed skin were surprisingly clean and tidy, with no trace of dirt. Even the bare feet were white and smooth, without the slightest trace of dirt. And his long hair and cheeks were flashing with golden light like water. The luster was not dazzling, but everyone who looked at him could not see his face clearly.
People with excellent eyesight can only barely see clearly that the water-like luster on his body is actually layers of runes, like tiny bubbles under water, constantly rising to the surface of his body, and then gradually dissipating. And as this dissipates, layers of runes as thin as light spots will slowly seep out from his body, as if a ball of fire is burning in his body.
He seemed to be walking very slowly, but the moment Thomas left, he had already crossed a distance of nearly a hundred feet. One bare foot just stepped on the gap burned by Sukhoi's sword on the ground, and then with a sneer With a soft sound, all the heat in the entire gap immediately dissipated, and the rock returned to molten glass with smooth cuts, shining with a deep luster.
"Your Majesty, what instructions do you have?"
Stellan spoke with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was communicating with an old friend, and the latter was already standing in front of him.
"It seems that you are not prepared to fulfill our contract." His voice was very cold, very calm, without any emotion, as if he was talking to himself, but with his words, an invisible pressure suddenly appeared It filled the surrounding space of nearly a mile! At the edge of this space, hundreds of fleeing soldiers who were at a loss what to do stopped unconsciously.?, their hands and feet fell to their knees one after another, and they began to recite words loudly that they did not even know what they were. They only uttered these words a few times, and tiny golden light spots burst out from their bodies, but as time went by, The sound became louder and louder, and pale golden flames began to burst out from their eyes! Then, he fell down and died!
But the golden flames emanating from their bodies condensed in the air and never dispersed, outlining figures that were either virtual or real. After a moment of pause, they concentrated towards him and disappeared into the faint halo of light on his body!
But in the blink of an eye, hundreds of defeated soldiers were all dead! And many of the Imperial Elector Legions nearby began to tremble all over - their consciousness had not yet recovered, but their bodies seemed to have begun to move spontaneously, struggling to kneel down and even utter vague incoherent sounds from their throats. Qing Yaya chants!
Master Thomas lowered his gaze and recited a few extremely awkward runes, causing the surrounding magic network to fluctuate wildly and building layers of protection around him. The energy of these protections is extremely powerful, but as soon as it is formed, it is already dissipating rapidly, just like a candle in the wind, shaking a few times and then extinguished! The robe on his body was shaking, as if bursts of green smoke were burning.
but. At this moment, the young king suddenly spoke.
"Dear Lord of the Dawn. I never thought about breaking our contract, but this is just an empty house. I don't understand at all why you mobilized so many people and came here in person."
His voice was also low-pitched, but every word had a special rhythm. It was like a handful of stones falling into a pond, causing countless ripples in the originally quiet water surface. The heavy pressure suddenly became chaotic, and several knights who had just started to move fell heavily. Passed out again!
"Arrogant human being." The person who suddenly appeared finally showed some emotional fluctuations, but it was extremely weak. His pressure suddenly disappeared without a trace in the next moment.
However, the space did not become calm because of this, but was filled with infinite depression.
In other words, the coercion has completely changed its form - with that steady voice, the breeze in the air seems to be like a sharp blade, scraping everything inch by inch: "I've had enough of you. Delay! How dare you, an insignificant being, disobey me in this way?"
"I don't dare. You are too serious."
The young king said, his tone neither humble nor arrogant. There was just a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't look like he was afraid at all? "If he really doesn't want to come out, why do we have to do those ugly and meaningless things? It costs too much and it's not worth it."
"Humans always overestimate themselves. It's much easier to find him than you think." The golden humanoid turned his head, his eyes reflected the huge city, and said coldly: "Tell you about the cunning and powerful person in your body. Cowardly fool. He's been cut out of the game, of everything here. He'd better not lay a finger on it again."
"Although it is just a city with only humans, there are still some interesting places." The young king smiled and said: "Your Majesty Chenxi. Sometimes even wooden thorns can be quite painful when stuck in the hand."
The golden figure was silent, looking at him with a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, but after a slight pause, he had already taken steps, and in the next moment he had turned into a flash of light and shadow and disappeared from the place.
"Heno, Hehow could"
The silence was broken by Thomas. The powerful red-robed mage's voice was still trembling. Through the conversation between the two, he already knew exactly what the terrifying existence was - but the other party had a short conversation with the young king. It contained a large number of vague and terrifying meanings, each of which was beyond his imagination and completely disrupted his thoughts.
"Nothing, you didn't see anything."
The young king frowned and snorted, and his eyes fell on the city in the distance: "However, this matter is a bit troublesome These damn old guys are really good at grabbing trophies Edward, I can't help you now, whatare you going to do?"
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The golden light and shadow fell under the city wall in an instant.
The air was filled with the scorching heat of flames. The appearance of the magma falling from the sky had begun to show a gray-black hard shell, but it was still emitting astonishingly high heat. A hot wind blew up in the air, and the ashes of countless orcs were mixed in this hot wind. Mixed with the sulfurous smell of magma, it exuded a pungent burnt smell that made people nauseous. Although the golden figure did not need to breathe, the smell still made him snort quite unpleasantly.
He paused for a moment, as ifHe was thinking, and then, the light surrounding him dimmed, revealing the delicate and pale skin underneath. His face was finally fully revealed, but his facial features kept moving until he finally After forming an ordinary face, he jumped onto the sixty-foot-high city wall with a slight leap.
On the city wall, the Burgundian city guards were lined up in rows, nervously paying attention to the battlefield - the sun had mostly emerged from the sky, and the morning breeze blew away the smoke on the battlefield. The land beneath was exposed to be riddled with holes and scorch marks. The soil that had been plowed loose by the explosion was covered with the remains of the imperial army, but even the relatively complete corpses numbered at least one to two thousand. The huge victory came so easily, making every soldier feel inexplicable surprise and excitement. The terrifying but powerful explosion had occupied all their thoughts. Even if they received the order to be on guard, each of them was on guard. He grabbed his weapon, but his energy was still a lot slacker after all.
Therefore, when the cloth robe crossed the city wall and slowly floated towards the second layer of the city wall, no one could notice him.
The incarnation of the Lord of the Dawn has no interest in these mortals. In a blink of an eye, he has landed on a fort on the second floor, his golden eyes flashing, staring at the cannon.
Under the eyes of God, there are no secrets in all mortal things. When he withdrew his gaze, he had already understood everything about this weapon. He snorted with great disdain. He turned around and was about to continue moving towards the city. But as soon as he took a step forward, he stopped again
A few dozen feet away, a woman turned her face in confusion, stared at him, and then opened her mouth in surprise.
But even though her lips were open, she didn't make a sound because the voice of the Lord of the Dawn was sent into her mind before she spoke.
"Confused soul, you have completely lost your direction. Choose, do you want to be purified in the sacred flame, or will you just dissipate and never exist?" (The novel "Heart Hunting Kingship" will be available on the official WeChat platform There will be more fresh content, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friend", search the official account "qdread" and follow it, hurry up!) (Unfinished To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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