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Jacob was right, in the sky of Erru, those brilliant bands of light like aurora gave birth to a new change, and the divine light first thinned, then became dense, and fell like shooting stars.

A meteor represents a god, and even if they are still cautious and don't come to fight in their real bodies, the number is enough to be feared.

Dema's face changed dramatically, and she asked in a loud voice, "How's the portal ready?"

The mage in charge of the portal in the alliance quickly reported that it was because of the unstable space of Erru or because of the gods' action, the portal has not been able to stabilize.

This made everyone present look panicked, if the portal could not be fixed, it meant that they would be completely left alone. There is no way back, and there is no life.

Despair inevitably creeps through everyone's heart, and even the emotionless undead in the alliance can experience complex emotions that will be difficult to feel for a lifetime.

At the critical moment, it was Claire, who was the youngest in the legend, who stood up to stabilize the army's morale, and he raised his voice, "Everyone, since we can stand in this strange territory that has never appeared, it means that Erru's mysterious transcendence is about to collapse. As long as we hold out for a while, our allies, the enemies of the gods, will flock to us. We are not alone, we just lack the necessary time. Whether you live or die depends on your heart!"

It was probably difficult for him to say such an exciting battlefield speech in his life, and Kathleen Obot, who was inspired by it and had great self-esteem, also plucked up her courage and said loudly: "Everyone, what do you have to worry about! How can those outdated old guys who only dare to cower in their own nests and send their own clones out to fight can be compared to our group of truth seekers? Back then, the three emperors of the empire were able to defeat the gods, and now that our three organizations are united, can't they still deal with the clones of the gods?! Where is your courage to pursue the truth at all costs!"

The voice of the young legend inspired the old legend, and Nancy couldn't help but be ashamed when she heard the voice of her disciples.

She looked at the legendary companions present, most of them were her own junior disciples, as a thousand-year-old legend, she recalled the glorious days of following the first generation of illusion lord Eleini's southern and northern wars, and the blood that she thought was about to cool down boiled again.

"Colleagues. She said, "Although the Eye of Time is not present now, in a way, Icewind Castle can be regarded as the rightful successor of the Eye of Time, right?

Dema and Dinah looked at each other and said in unison, "I am a seeker of truth......

As soon as the oath began, the hearts of all the legends present were full of blood. This oath is all too familiar, and as an organization with an orthodox lineage, their oath has never changed.

So when the third person said the oath, all the legendary oaths came together, including the companions who followed behind them, they were all the elites of the three major organizations, and they were equally familiar with this heavy and glorious oath.

"I am the seeker of the truth and the cracker of the roots, and we swear that throughout my life I will be fearless of hardships and dangers, pursue the truth, and pour my wisdom and courage into the path of pursuing the roots!

The voices of 10,000 people converged into one, and no matter what kind of estrangement and dirtiness the three major mage organizations had in the past, when facing common enemies and difficulties, they were united like their predecessors after all. They sang their own songs of faith, and their courage became more and more condensed in the echoes of this continuous chorus, and finally, the will of all united in the face of an invincible enemy!

The first meteor fell with an irresistible momentum, but suddenly stopped just as it was about to reach the ground. The god, enraged by the destruction of Erru's mysterious transcendence, seemed to be intimidated by the Alliance's momentum and froze in mid-air.

Claire let out a long laugh, and as soon as she made a move, she was the strongest spell she had mastered so far. In the past two years, he has also not delayed the study of truth and magic, and now the necromancy and law spells have reached the realm of transcendence. He raised Iger's scepter and pointed it into the air, uttering the decree as if it were a judgment.

"Die!"

The Law of Death is a pseudo-Root spell that he simplified with Iger's Root Spell, which combines the curse of necromancy in addition to reversing the effects of cause and effect. As soon as his voice fell, the holy body of the suspended god suddenly appeared like tadpole-like dense runes, and the runes joined each other to form chains, fiercely winding around his divine body.

Iger's Scepter fully cooperated with Claire, causing the Law of Death to emit an ominous black light. The god knew that something was wrong, and immediately summoned his divine power to break free. The scarlet divine light and the black law of death confronted each other, and when the divine light faintly took over, the law of death changed again.

They spawned countless plagues, carrion, and dry bones, and grew like parasites on the bodies of the gods. Although Claire's current strength could not completely reverse the cause and effect of the god and kill him in a word, the complexity and horror of the subsequent spell changes surprised the god.

He put his fingers together and recklessly cut off the parasitic divine flesh, trying to use the restorative nature of the divine body to free himself from the shackles of magic. But the law of death is ten thousand times more difficult than imagined, and even if the flesh is cut off and the arm is severed to survive, those corrupt parasites still continue to grow from the bones. After struggling like this for dozens of seconds, the god finally discovered that the Law of Death could not be expelled and that it had a tendency to trace back to the source and spread to the true body of the kingdom of God, so he had to glare at Claire fiercely, and completely abandoned the clone like fireworks.

Combined with the immense power of the pseudo-root spell cast by Iger's scepter, coupled with the fact that the other party was only a doppelganger of a god, Claire made a great deal in one fell swoop, regardless of consumption.

The god clones at the head died instantly, which greatly increased the courage of the allies, but the god clones who came to encircle and suppress them fell in momentum.

Each god is limited in the number of clones he can create, and each time he loses one, his divine power is weakened. In this case, the disadvantages of the gods not being able to trust each other arise. The gods who were encircled by the shock of Erru had evil intentions, and none of them wanted to compromise their own strength in this seemingly winnable battlefield.

Nancy glared at Claire, reproached with loss and admiration, a look that contained both condemnation for not giving it all at the beginning and admiration for her extraordinary talent. One move to frighten the gods, not to mention at his age, even today's Nancy can't do it to such an extent.

Claire saw Nancy's thoughts and explained, "This trick is quite expensive, I don't dare to use it indiscriminately." ”

The two exchanged a brief sentence and returned their attention to the battlefield. At this time, the battlefield is very strange, it is clear that the gods have an absolute advantage, but no one dares to be the first bird because of their lives, and although the alliance side is disadvantaged, they are united and have the will to die.

Claire prays that this eerie balance will not be upset, but this idea is quickly shattered as a key being appears among the gods, the Lord of Justice, Dagmar.

And He is appearing in His true form!