Shaman from Afar

In front of the Golovin Cathedral, Serior standing on the edge of the "giant tower" narrowed his eyes, overlooking the city at his feet.

His city.

He can clearly feel that he is in control of the grass and trees, every corner, every brick ... even every life, whether alive or dead, is under his control.

It is a completely different dream from the information in the void ... completely different.

His emotions are violently fluctuating and increasingly uncontrollable ... maybe because of the sense of accomplishment that is about to complete the goal, maybe from the humble, unwilling ambition of Fanesis.

But no matter which kind, your body is gradually changing-this is also a price, and at the same time bear two completely contradictory forces, in any case, you have to pay a price.

Except ... Lorren Turin.

Cerior frowned slightly.

Once upon a time, he was full of expectations and desires for him. The body that does not obey the rules of this world is the container that best fits the "body" that controls the world. If he can obediently obey his own destiny, why should he occupy one? The humble mortal body?

With a sigh, Serel shook his head ... No, he gave him too many chances, too much to even allow him to become an existence that can challenge and threaten himself, and become a weapon used by the stubborn rebels to hurt himself.

Destroy him, ravage him, wipe him out completely, and let him die in despair ... Only in this way can those stupid people understand the cost of rebelling against themselves.

Is a stranger from another world delusionally challenging himself who will become the master of this world?

A stranger ...

Stranger ...

"boom----"

The purple lightning descended from the sky and shattered a boulder on the edge of the cathedral; the elf girl in close proximity was frightened and fluttered, curling tremblingly behind Serior and throwing himself into the ground.

"Sherla."

"Here, here!" The elf girl who heard her name answered quickly, supporting her tiny body curled up on her knees and elbows, and bowed her head quickly in the direction of Serior.

"Next, I'm going to the church." Serel looked expressionless, as if looking at a dead object overlooking an elven girl who respected herself:

"You stay here, no one is allowed in or out."

Entering, entering and exiting ... The expression of Shila bowing slightly changed, desperately covering up her inner panic.

Listening to each other's tone, it seems that not only outsiders will attack, but even some guys who have escaped from the cathedral.

And I will stay here alone, while blocking these two groups of people-the soldiers of the empire, the wizard, the vow knight, the night watchman and the demon hunter, there may be dragons ... and Loren Turin.

Within a second, he guessed what he would be like an elf girl, and his body shook even more.

"Yes, you are going to die." The indifferent Serio, at a glance, penetrated the inner fear of the elf girl: "But for the loyal and effective person, I definitely reward him."

"Stop them, and I will make you the Azore elf eagle king of the next era ... after you have conquered the Sakran Empire with your own strength."

The voice fell, and almost at the same time, the elf girl widened her eyes in shock.

"Re-experience an invasion war, turn the battle with one's own strength, and become the hero of the Azores elves. The king of the eagle abdicated Xian, crowned and crowned, and let the once-higher adults bow down to you, and once the nails were bent on you ... It ’s the desire in your heart, is n’t it? "

A cold sneer flashed across Serel's cheek.

That's right, this is their sadness.

The existence of the material world is always eager to get more material and control over other life;

The existence of the void world is always eager to get more information and control over other existences;

Due to the inherent limitations, their ambitions and aspirations can only be confined to one domain-huge information can never be fully utilized, and the mountainous material can only use a small part; Controlling such a huge power is still a tireless pursuit ...

They are always so stupid and ridiculous, and always so easy to be satisfied and used.

"Stay here, no one is allowed in and out ... I will fulfill your wishes."

"Yes!"

The elf girl who quickly agreed to sink her head and stuck to the ground expressing her loyalty.

The expressionless Serioll no longer looked at her, and looked dignifiedly at the already close Goloven Cathedral, step by step, toward the church door.

"Snapped!"

The heavy steps stepped on the stairs.

"Snapped!"

The blood flowing on the stairs splashed, staining the edges of his boots and the robe of his robe.

The indifferent Serior is deliberately deliberately placing every footfall on the blood of the vowed knight.

"Snapped!"

………………………………

"boom--!!!!"

There was another roar, and huge tentacles descended from the sky, raising smoke in the sand of the arena.

The red-haired girl who was clenching her teeth was hit by the rolled waves, and she kept her body balanced, facing the oncoming second shadow.

Time seemed extremely slow at this moment, so slow that Vera could even clearly feel the movement of every muscle of her, and the flow of every drop of blood.

There is also the touch and weight of the "bright silver" hilt that is held by myself from the palm of my hand.

"puff!"

The gray-blue swordmand flashed through the air, dividing the tentacles in two.

The body fell from the air, and the unwilling despair and confusion could not be seen in the eyes of Willa who was rolling in the sand. The bleeding eyes were like staring at the prey, staring at the huge figure of the body of the evil god.

Because she knew that she had no retreat.

The periphery of the arena has been surrounded by tens of thousands of carrion demons, and the only thing that goes out is to be torn apart by them;

The only way is to do everything possible to get rid of the brainless monster in front of you, and then kill a **** road when the brains of the carrion demons come in.

As for what to do after "killing a blood path" and where to go ... Vera has absolutely no idea, she can't think of this far.

It would be nice if Edward were there, and there was the guy who was always afraid of trouble but had a good brain, so he did n’t have to think about these things at all, and he would fight the enemy wholeheartedly.

Thinking sideways, the red-haired girl flashed a tentacle that swept over her head; the long-handed sword ripped open the watch layer, and blood and thick slurry sprayed out.

"Oh!"

Vela, impregnated with pus, screamed and swooped aside with the urge to vomit.

The foul-smelling pus is disgusting, but more importantly, it emits a force that is as strong as the real void, and it erodes the human body.

"boom----!!!!"

With a roar, the originally flat sand finally sank.

Almost at the same time, two branches squirted out of the thick tentacles, intertwined and struck the red-haired girl.

The gagging Vera lying on the ground quickly got up and ran desperately without forgetting to throw a "force shock" behind her.

puff--!

The transparent air wave swept away and cut off one of the waists-the force impact "modified" by Edward, the night watchman, was launched with a sword. As long as the air wave is fast enough and sharp enough, it can even cut gold and iron.

Vera, who widened her eyes, desperately suppressed her discomfort;

In order to escape here, he has used too many high-level enchantments and bright silver lightsabers, and his mental power has approached the limit. If he continues, sooner or later, he will be completely swallowed by the power of the void, and cannot be reversed.

"boom!"

The tentacles that were obviously cut off are still active, and the red-haired girl who can't dodge in the future will flee.

Vera, who didn't scream without screaming, only felt dizzy and fell like a broken sack, falling on the sand and tumbling, rolling up the dust.

"Ha ... ha ... ha ..."

With a big mouthful of gasps, Vera climbed up dizzily in her chest, and she could only see another shadow or several shadows coming to her in a trance.

Can't fall down

You ... can't just fall down so meaninglessly;

At least, at least, it must be ...

Kill this monster and go to hell.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The screaming red-haired girl propped herself up by her will and roared toward her tentacles, and there were two gray-blue patterns directly under her eyes.

Higher order spells, beyond perception.

"puff--!"

The gray-blue swordmans lighted up again, splitting the tentacles piercing the red-haired girl from the middle, and the pus and blood rained down like raindrops.

Nearly at the same time, Vera's figure had disappeared from the original place, and ran towards the body of the evil god's body in the direction of the tentacle.

Evil God's body ... Even if it is strong, and then it is a monster formed by the power of the void, it is controlled by a simple "consciousness" that is condensed, and the location of this "consciousness" is at the most Above, its head ...

So things become very simple.

Rush up, and then cut off its head!

The galloping figure dragged the gray-blue streamer and ran all the way to the torn tentacles directly above the flesh-and-blood body.

"boom----!!!!"

The body of the wicked **** began to fight back, full of abscesses, and tentacles sprayed from the muddy body, striking the red-haired girl like an arrow of rain from all possible angles.

Nowhere to dodge, so don't dodge.

"Puff--! Puff puff puff ..."

The gray-blue swordmands dance round in Willa's hands, sweeping, thrusting, and picking.

She is like a dancer. The gray-blue light continuously walks around her body. With the speed and flexibility that ordinary people's vision and reaction can't match, they complete the standard movements that are brilliant and accurate again and again— —Any tentacle that is about to touch her body is blocked from one step.

Dodge, break through, run wild, and run straight ahead. The gray-blue swordmans are like an arrow that shoots at the door of the face of the evil spirit's body, no matter what is blocked in front, it will be torn to pieces.

The red-haired girl covered in pus gritted her teeth, her body on the verge of collapse could clearly feel the energy she was rapidly consuming, and the power of the void that had begun to erode the body.

That kind of feeling, like countless bugs are devouring and biting their brains and flesh, the pain is beyond description.

Myself ... probably really hopeless to leave alive from here.

Leaving Peter Fasha behind, and refusing to obey Edward himself, he will eventually pay the price for willfulness and perseverance, and die innocently in this **** place.

The red-haired girl lifted her face and was already covered with bloodshot eyes, dyed red eyes staring at the top of the body of the evil spirit's body.

But ah ... just because there is no hope, we can be more carefree ... killing you!

"boom------!!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

The roar of Evil God's shell and Vera's roar sounded at the same time over the arena.

The two thickest tentacles, one left and one right, exploded into tens of millions of small tentacles in the air, sweeping towards the red-haired girl who had rushed to the head of the blood god's body.

Once, you have only one chance.

The bright silver in the right hand was changed to the "caster" in the left hand. The gray-blue sword awn was lighted again, and unlike the past, the sword awn began to tremble.

"Puff--! Puff puff puff ..."

The tentacles of the blast exploded the pieces of pus on the body of the evil god's body, and from time to time rubbed the red-haired girl who was no longer evading, blindly running, tearing blood after blood.

Almost there.

Already ... within ten steps.

Vera lifted Jianmang's hands together, splayed straight, and pointed at the head of the demon's body.

Then, jumped up.

"Death--ah-!!!!!!"

boom--!

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The sound of the crisp, broken bones hitting the tentacles-Willa biting his teeth to endure the pain, the arms and wrists were twisted into shape, "twirling" in the air at an absolutely abnormal angle, no The palm that was controlled and released, even with the sharp blade in his hand, also came out.

The gray-blue sword-mand that exudes violent rage, capable of tearing apart all strength, spins in the air, gradually dissipating a little bit, and then falls directly below.

In an instant, Vera noodles were ashes.

It ’s over, it ’s over ... it ’s the last blow of my life, and it ’s over.

Staring violently at the falling swordmans, it was like staring at the last hope that was broken, and the falling of the despair turned into a rapid fall.

No, no, no, this is already me, I ...

It's the last thing I can do!

"Ah ah ah……!!!!"

The screams of unwillingness and despair echoed in the roar of the evil god's body.

At this moment, in the next second ...

"clang--!"

The clear and sweet sound of the song suddenly sounded.

Ok? !

Vera, who thought it was just hallucinations, widened her eyes and flashed a white light, hitting the tail of the "Bright Silver" hilt accurately.

The gleaming gray-blue swordmans are like meteors pulling white tail flames, again ... rising into the sky.

Cross the sky!