Shaman from Afar

Slowly opening her eyes, Princess Chang lifted her sword forward with her hands.

The next second, the fiery red afterimage rushed forward without warning, approaching Lucien within three steps.

In the scream of the sharp blade tearing the air, the blood-stained blade had already approached the door.

"Bah!"

At the moment of life and death, the gray pupil who was tensed with his left hand held the sharp edge of the blade with his left hand and deflected the tip of the sword.

The icy blade penetrated into the qi wave, and burst into wailing; the invisible "sword qi" had already taken a step forward, striking Fitronai's throat.

High-level magic spell, the force shock!

Just as the "sword qi" was about to pass through Fitronai's neck, a chill of murderous cold hit Lusien's heart; without any pause, the body instinct eroded by the mark of the evil spirit reacted instinctively.

"clang!"

At that moment, the straight-stained blood-stained sword suddenly swept across, and Lu Sien was suddenly flashed back; the jumped gray pupil swept the right hand, and the invisible air wave bounced off Jian Feng who continues to pursue.

The expressionless long princess did not rush to attack, waiting like an alert hunter for a vicious prey, waiting for the gray pupil to take the initiative to expose the flaws.

Lucien's heart tightened, not at all fortunate to survive.

The stress response just now was not a self or instinctive response, it was more like being manipulated by something.

In other words ... Asriel ’s Mark of Evil God has completely controlled his body and began to invade the spiritual palace.

Own time ... really not much.

The gray pupil who gritted his teeth and wielded his swords broke up again and threw himself at Princess Chang.

At the same time, the two short swords that penetrated into the "primary force impact" were raised left and right, and the transparent air waves rolled up and swept continuously.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang ..."

Fitlonai stood still in place, and the blood-stained sword in his hand bounced off the incoming waves again and again, and the sharp tip of the sword did not deviate an inch from Lucien's body.

A bit of consternation flashed in the corner of Lucien's eyes, but the leaping figure threw himself straight down.

"clang!"

Another spark!

The moment the left hand attacked the parry, the gray pupil pulled up a residual image, the moment the figure fell firmly behind the princess, the dragon knight's gun in the right hand fell head to head.

The bloodstained sword raised to the back, deflecting Lusien's slash while Fettelonay also completed the turn, and the high-edged sword pointed at Lussien, slashing head-on.

Reflected in the bright red pupil, it was Lucien's left hand that released the hilt and pointed it at her chest.

flaw!

Lusiun, whose pupils shrank suddenly, a gray-blue magic array flashed in his palm.

High-level magic spell, the original impact.

"boom!!!!"

At the last moment, Fitlonai, who fought with his sword, was still hit by the air waves. The two-legged iron boots left a long trace on the stone slab at the moment of landing, and were hit back all the way until they reached the stairs.

Without giving her a chance to recover, the violent gray pupil has approached the Princess Princess again within three steps, and Jian Feng attacked the face gate and the chest at the same time.

Lucien is very clear that the long princess standing in front of herself is no longer a living person ... She may still maintain the last trace of consciousness and protect the sky dome behind her life; but now it is no longer her that drives the body to fight Consciousness, but the power of the void that erodes her.

From this point of view, there is no difference between the two.

It ’s no surprise ... I ’m in the heavenly palace closest to the maelstrom until now. I do n’t want to be eroded by the power of the void. It ’s simply a fantasy. It ’s better to say that in the case of being eroded, you can maintain the last trace of consciousness and Perseverance is really worthy of the blood of the Dragon King of Desalion.

"clang!"

The unsettled princess still caught the flaws in Lussn's attack and flicked away his attack while slipping and dodges; he resolutely relied on the figure to move and touch with the tip of the sword, which resolved his offensive.

This is no longer a prejudgment or a stress response, and even the actions that people can make are just a momentary pause to dodge, and she has forcibly twisted her ankle to avoid her fatal blow.

Ordinarily, the fighting method against the Azores or ordinary monsters has no use for Fitlonay; giving her a little breathing room will become her most deadly flaw.

So ... there is no room for her, there is no time for reaction, no room for evasion!

With a stormy offensive, in one breath ... defeat her!

"Dang! Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang ..."

With the sudden pace of Lusien, the two-handed daggers swiftly attacked, the sparks of the excitement flashed continuously, and the two people danced up and down as their bodies and steps moved rapidly.

The blood-stained sword, full of collapse, resembled a copper wall and iron wall in the hands of Fitronai; dissolve; parry; block, deflection ... countless afterimages danced within a step of the center of the two.

One inch offset is blood splatter on the spot!

At the same time, uninterrupted assaults, twinkling gray-blue pupils stared at the sword-wielding sword of the Princess Chang, and every track was clearly seen by Lucien.

Although it is a body controlled by the power of the void, the fighting style and instinct must still follow the memory of her life; in other words, as long as she grabs the moment of remembering her attacking habits and seizes the flaws of that moment, the battle is over.

As for the flaw in that moment ... it is now!

"boom!"

At the moment of the attack, the blood-stained sword that was supposed to fall head-on suddenly erected, and the tail of the hilt hit the wrist of Lucien's right sword.

The left-handed dagger is still parrying, there is no time to fight back.

Oops!

"Boom!"

While swinging the sword front, the frost-faced princess stepped forward, aiming at the pupil of the gray pupil is a shoulder hit!

In the dull impact, Lucien clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking.

The next second, the blood-stained sword raised again aimed at the pupil of the gray pupil, and fell head-to-head with a halving momentum.

"Bah!"

Losing his balance, Lucien almost sprained his arm and diverted the split blade; but his counterattack ended here, and he fell backwards, and he had no spare power to block the straight thorn. A blow.

But ... there is no need to block, because ...

With a hint of a planned smile, the alchemy bomb in the palm of the gray pupil came out.

"boom!!!!"

Deafening loud noises cover up all sounds;

The dazzling firelight engulfed the two figures.

After the light gradually dissipated, the gray pupil who was lying on the ground unconsciously recovered from the trance.

"Cough cough! Cough cough ..."

Coughing violently, Lucien lying on the ground trembling.

Won, but he was not happy at all.

It was not the enemy who defeated with all his strength, but the last trace of consciousness until the time of death, guarding the person she wanted to guard ... the dead.

Fitronay de Salion, the prince of the empire had at least thousands of legionnaires in the Sky Dome when the maelstrom appeared, as well as a large number of priests and nobles, these people were arranged to protect her and protect the Sky Dome Royal Army.

In other words, if she wanted to, she could escape from the living hell-like capital of Golovin the first time.

But ... she didn't do that.

Instead of killing a **** road among the monster tide and survivors in the face of the entire imperial capital, she stood by the city and the palace and tried her best to confront the unknown monster.

Even at the end, she still stood outside the gate, guarding those who should have guarded her in the gate, even if she died, she was eroded by the power of the void, leaving only an empty shell, still with the last trace Consciousness guards this sky dome destined for destruction ...

Sighing for a long time, the extremely tired gray pupil could not help closing his eyes, allowing the body that was about to collapse to recover a little.

Even without this battle, he was already in a state of exhaustion; although he promised Isaac to find him, he simply ...

"clang!"

The sound of sharp blade collision made Lucien, who was awakened, widen his eyes.

Cold sweating, he raised his head as hard as he could, staring like a silly figure slowly standing up in front of his eyes, almost writing "incredible" on his forehead:

"This ... this ... this ... this ... how?"

…………………………

"Ah, this is really ... completely unsurprising!"

Isaac, who was standing behind the door, looked at the main hall of the Sky Dome with a strange expression.

As the center of the sky dome, it is also the place where the emperor handles major affairs, negotiates with the Imperial Parliament, and holds a grand ceremony. The main hall of the sky dome is indeed the most sturdy and the most rigorous defense of all palaces. Ever.

The marble colonnade, the blue brick floor, and the foundation several meters deep under the palace make it immobile after the entire Golovin hills are deformed.

The silent runes engraved behind each brick in the palace can also effectively block the invasion of the power of the void, and isolate all forces from the palace, so ... After hiding the power of the void, hide in this place for the first time A palace is indeed a very wise choice, but ... this is also premised.

That is to control the existence of this force of emptiness, which cannot be more powerful than Holy Cross.

The Black Cross is absolutely crushed to the Holy Cross; the seemingly reliable rune of silence is like paper paste in front of Serel, and it can be torn into pieces by waving a hand.

It ’s not difficult to think of it a little, even though the college under the hills of Golovin can still barely fight against the ice barrier for some time;

But the sky cross and the black cross from the Holy Grail are close at hand, how can it stop Serel from inadvertently overflowing his power?

So when he walked into the main hall, what he saw was this upside-down crazy chaos.

Some obviously have been completely distorted by the erosion of the void, and turned into three heads, with a mouth with arms outstretched in the abdomen, and palms and backs are monsters with two more heads from the back;

Some have not been completely eroded, but obviously have completely mutated, scarlet eyes are like fierce beasts, open their mouths and want to bite the guys around them;

Others are probably wizard talents, and those with a slightly stronger resistance have not mutated; but for them, this may not be a good thing.

Because this past was used to hold a major ceremony, there must be no food in the fortress-like palace; the survivors hiding in this last "safe haven" can only have two endings:

Either they were not killed and then starved to death;

Either get caught badly and become food for other people or other monsters;

As far as Isaac is concerned, the latter obviously needs more.

The messy hall was filled with a thick and **** smell, and it was all over the ground. The monsters were biting their prey or the survivors without mutation, or the same monsters were biting each other. Either you ca n’t find food, and eventually eat yourself in despair, or you are wiped away by other food, relying on the last breath to do your best to continue, or ...

Either way, it doesn't matter.

Because they ... have been unable to resist the huge void force overflowing in the vortex and died.

All the madness was frozen at the last moment and presented to Isaac in a picture-like image.

Fitronaid Salion bet his life until he died. The little hope that he would do his utmost to protect it is also destined to be desperate.

With a soft sigh, the tired Isaac passed through the messy corpses, stood in the middle of the empty hall, and looked up at the empty ceiling, as if there was something that only he could see.

"Black Cross Serel, I know you are staring at me."

In the dead hall, Isaac murmured:

"I know ... When I walked into the Dragon King Tower and saw the documents, I knew ... you and me, although the methods are different, actually we are doing exactly the same thing."

"You want to rule the material world with the help of the void, and I intend to substantively transform the power of the void into energy that can be used by the material world ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ is like a gust of wind, waves, and flames."

"I have to say that without Loren ... maybe we will be friends, the best wizards before the millennium and the better wizards after the millennium, and I will probably be a part of your plan with joy; the sight that no one has seen A glimpse ... dead without regret. "

"So ... I'm sorry I have to stop you, even if I can never see how strange the world is covered by the void ... Oh, can't say that, the more I want to see it!" Isaac sighed. Head:

"Then again, I'm actually curious about what Loren would make the world look like, but I don't care; I am very interested, but I don't care whatsoever, even if the power of the void says goodbye, I do n’t care ... do n’t care, geniuses do n’t become mediocre because of such a little thing. "

"But the point is that ... he is my friend."

"you are not."

"So, I can only say sorry, I want to get your thousand-year-old dross back to its original form!"

"Pay for what you do!"