Magic and the elements are constantly bombarded, the light of swords and the shadows of swords are intricate, and the fluctuations of powerful power disrupt the flow of the elements, and the wind and clouds are all discolored. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Mo confronted each other on the seat, the high-intensity battle made both of them a little tired, panting and glaring at each other, but the movements of their hands did not stop.

Elemental energy energy constantly poured out from the fingertips, colliding in the air, and bursting with tremendous power.

"Loki!"

Su Mo suddenly shouted Loki, and at this time, Loki held the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and a powerful magic had been prepared.

"Ancient Magic: Red Lotus Tyrannosaurus's Roar!"

A huge flame projectile instantly formed and slammed into the seat. Obviously, this unexpected sneak attack was not even guessed by the seat, it was simply despicable.

The dragon burned with raging flames, and the flame projectile that had already condensed burst out of the air, igniting the air, and the scorching air rushed towards it.

The burning flames smashed straight into the seat, but there was no way to dodge it, and he felt as if his body was being held tightly by a huge hand, and he couldn't even struggle.

The power of ancient magic is undeniable, and it existed before Odin, the king of the gods, created rune magic for rune. It is precisely because this magic can be complex that Odin, the king of the gods, borrowed a little bit of ancient magic to create rune magic.

Just a little bit of ancient magic can already produce so much power, so how powerful the real ancient magic is, no one knows, and no one can give an estimate, because the power of ancient magic is beyond everyone's understanding.

It is a power that can destroy everything in an instant, a power of destruction and collapse. Like a rushing waterfall, no one can stop the flow of the waterfall.

Rumble!

The huge flame projectile hit the seat with unmistakable accuracy, and a sea of fire immediately appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahhhhh......h

The screams from the seat were incessant, and through the shaking flames, a charred figure could be faintly seen struggling.

Looking at the charred black figure twisted in the flames, one can't help but think of burning at the stake.

The Gauls put the prisoners in a large, sturdy wicker basket and set them on fire. The Japanese used a similar method in the 19th century.

This method is said to be "extremely ornamental", and the prisoner screams and jumps in the basket, but he cannot climb out of this "unique environment". The Scythians, on the other hand, threw the prisoners into ox carts piled high with dry wood and sprinkled with dilute resin, and once the fire started, the frightened oxen would pull the train through the city in a very alarming way.

The Romans crucified the prisoners, drenched them with asphalt and pine resin, made a torch, and carried them to the public. In medieval England and Italy, prisoners were wrapped tightly with firewood and straw like brown seeds, and then set on fire.

As for the special burning stake, people were tied high and firewood was piled up at their feet, and this was how Joan of Arc of France was executed.

It is said that burning at the stake has a purifying effect, so burning at the stake is always associated with the destruction of heretical evil.

And at this moment, the charred black figure struggling in the flames looked like a demon that was suffering from the punishment of heaven.

Suddenly, the seat broke free from the flames, and the charred figure burst out of the flames and began to recover at an extremely fast pace, and it didn't take a few minutes to recover as before.

During this time, Su Mo kept using the Rune Magic to attack the seat, but it was all separated by an invisible barrier, and it had no effect.

"Su Mo, if you wait for me, I will definitely break you into pieces!"

After a flash of light, the seat vanished, and the final war might become unpredictable.

Su Mo faded away from the body of a god and the wings of a fallen angel, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, kneeling on the ground and smashing his fists against the ground through gritted teeth.

He had obviously tried his best, and he was already very strong, but even if he caught the power of the evil fire god Loki, he still failed to kill the throne and avenge his mother.

Now that he is disappointed in himself, can he really avenge his mother? Now that he had begun to doubt his abilities deeply, perhaps revenge was nothing more than an unattainable dream, in which he had not woken up.

Yagami Ryuzaki helped Su Mo up, he knew why Su Mo was so decadent, and he could vaguely feel Su Mo's feelings. Like himself, he worked hard for a long time on something that was impossible to do, only to realize that all this time it had been in vain.

The feeling of falling straight from heaven to hell was as real and deep as he was.

"It's okay Su Mo, isn't your strength still fully recovered? When your strength is fully restored, you will be able to defeat him. ”

These are Yagami Ryuzaki's heartfelt words, not only to Su Mo, but also to himself.

Su Mo didn't answer, he didn't want to speak now, but he didn't want to give up either, but the strength of the seat was really a very big bottleneck for him. If there is no way to break through this bottleneck, then he will never be able to avenge his mother. If this bottleneck is broken, then everything can be as desired.

"Loki, where is the next pair of fallen angel wings, you said, right on our way to Langedelt, where the hell is it?"

"Right here in Muspelheim, if we open the door to Muspelheim, we will be able to obtain the wings of the fallen angels."

Loki, the god of fire, said very seriously that he was sure that the last pair of fallen angel wings was in Muspelheim, because Lucifer, the right wing of the god, told Loki, the god of fire, before leaving the underworld.

Muspelheim, in Norse mythology, means "land of fire", and also means "desolate home".

This is an area located at the southern end of the Kinlunga Divide at the dawn of the world. Legend has it that it was filled with fire and heat, and the heat of Muspelheim, the Land of Fire, and the ice of Niflheim, the Land of Mist, gave birth to the first life.

Dominating the region is the fire giant Syrtel, an enemy of the gods of Asgard, who crosses the rainbow bridge to attack the gods when Ragnarok occurs.

Odin used to capture the flames of Muspelheim and used them to make the stars that moved in the sky, and the two largest flames became the sun and the moon.