The spear exuded an evil and powerful force, and the dark shadow of Kaufman's transformation was thrown with a single blow, and black lightning bolts surrounded the spear and stabbed down on Della.

Della stopped, his eyes stared at the sky resolutely, violent fluctuations emanated from all around him, earth and rocks flew all over his body, his legs sank to the ground, and the trolls within a radius of a few hundred meters instantly became broken pockets and flew upside down.

The spear seemed to have passed through the space and came directly to Della, he held it with both hands, blocking the tip of the spear little by little, the dream light on his body turned from hazy to dazzling, and with his roar, the spear was pushed out by him.

On the chest of the dark shadow, Kaufman, hidden in the black mist, opened his eyes, and the True God Stone was floating behind him, exuding fluctuations that belonged to the gods.

I saw that his raised hand waved down gently, and effortlessly, the black clouds in the sky lit up with countless electric lights, and streaks of black mist poked out of them, winding towards Della in all directions.

The light of the dream shattered, and Della spat out a mouthful of blood, and countless black mist enveloped him, like the chains of the kingdom of God trapped him to the ground.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the Kraken in the academy shouted towards the only light on the battlefield, "Dera!"

Bang!

With a soft sound, the light film that seemed to be upside down on the ground scattered from Dra's body, and all the enemies it came into contact with turned into dream points of light, strengthening the light film and continuing to spread.

The speed spread over most of the battlefield in an instant, and tens of thousands of enemies were wiped out invisibly.

Kaufman, on the other hand, shook his head and smiled, and stretched out his palm to slap towards Della, nothing fancy, and the huge palm slapped on the ground indiscriminately.

By the time he withdrew his palm, there were only countless points of light scattered in the wind on the ground, like the fireflies that followed the train to stir its wings when Della first entered school.

"What about a ninth-level magician, I'm a god now!"

Kaufman's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Kraken stared at the battlefield with red eyes.

Not far away, countless trolls came one after another, Kraken helped the single piece of eye, and he stepped on the head of a fallen troll, his eyes lit up with a miserable green light, and the old voice roared:

"Magicians are born to explore the law and pursue the truth, you are not the creator, even if you are a god, what can't you kill!?"

The Seven Men in the Forbidden Demon Chamber came to Kraken's hand in an instant, and the bright sword light brought a gust of wind, and the rat man, like his best friend, rushed into the battlefield without any scruples.

The teachers behind him glanced at each other, and all kinds of magic in their hands flew behind him, while the students stayed in the position, supporting with few magical objects.

Outside the academy of magic, beside the lake, a flash of light flashed, repelling many trolls, and one carriage after another came out of the light.

Samor, the dean of Winterhold Academy, was the first to jump out, his gaze passing through the obstruction of space and landing on Kraken, who was wielding a knife in the battlefield.

"Kraken, hold on!"

The Winterhold Academy's Boxers Guild joined the fight from behind, and these orcs, who specialized in flesh magic and bloodline magic, took their bodies to the extreme, and the fists that surrounded the blood light landed on the troll's legs, breaking with a single blow.

But there were too many troll legions, and their addition only slightly delayed the opponent's attack.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the lake that had been frozen by the black mist to facilitate the trolls' walking, and the Jackdaw broke through the ice from the bottom of the water.

Large lakes shattered, and ships surfaced on the ice, not only the Poseidon Church, but also the two fleets of the Night Church.

On the Jackdaw, Butterfly looked at the woman beside her who did not look a little old, and asked, "Elf?"

And that woman is the 'fisherman' that Die'er saw in the Poseidon Casino, and it is rumored that he has an unclear relationship with the evil god of the sea.

But she looked at the scorching battlefield at this time, but she didn't answer the question: "It's better to have the Poseidon Church, where there is water, you can get there." ”

"Then I wonder if I should call you Julianne, Queen of the Sea, or the Pope of the Night?"

"What's the difference? You're here to save the orcs, I'm here to save the Academy, there's no conflict. ”

The leaders of the two different churches smiled at each other, the ship docked, and a large number of church personnel entered the battlefield.

Kaufman, who turned into a black shadow, looked at the scene below and laughed: "It's good to come, I'll go to you one by one, so let's stay here today." ”

Kaufman's last word was roared, the black thunder was inconspicuous, but everyone could feel the heavenly power above their heads, it was the heavenly power of the gods.

Kraken looked up after cutting down a troll, and laughed inexplicably.

Then a green magic array lit up under his feet, and he flew up to the sky, flying towards Kaufman, his beard bent by the wind, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Kill Kaufman, atone for his original hesitation, avenge the enslaved people below, his old friends, and his dead teachers and students.

"I didn't get rid of you at the beginning, but it turned out to be like this, I am a sinner, even if I die, I have to go to the teacher without guilt. ”

On the ground, Sammo glared at the Kraken rising into the sky, and also got up and followed.

On the deck, Butterfly and the Night Pope glanced at each other, one blending into the wind, the other turning into a touch of night.

Kaufman's huge black shadow vanished, and the True God Stone behind him entered his body like water, and he felt that he had unrivaled power at this time.

The strong men met in the air, and the strong and powerful power made the main piece of heaven and earth condense.

Under the gloomy clouds, Kaufman swooped down around the black mist, trying to fight against two ninth-level magicians and two church patriarchs with the strength of one person.

The battle that emitted powerful fluctuations at hand was wrapped in black mist, and it did not affect the battlefield below.

But without Kraken and the others, the church and the magicians' side soon fell into a scorching siege, and the teachers of the magic academy were no longer one in ten.

Bursts of noise came from the black fog, and the two sides fought evenly in pairs and fours.

Kaufman licked his lips: "See, this is the power of the true god, even if it is a god, it must tremble under the power of the true god!"

Time passed little by little, and the battle in the black fog was not over, but the victory or defeat in the battlefield had been decided, and there were countless trolls coming behind him, but the church and the academy could only hold on.

Just when everyone was desperate, a ring suddenly appeared next to the valley.

The ring was pitch black, but a cold wind blew, and even the ground was covered with frost.

......

Hokuriku, the land of the far north

Wells, with his eyes vicissitudes, came to the valley and walked to a stone monument.

Many years ago, he found the notes of his ancestors here, followed the dragon's trail for the first time, and before leaving, he stuck the dwarven dagger here.

Wells closed his eyes as he looked at the frosty valley, there were 100,000 corpses under this valley, the 100,000 human alliances who had come here with their ancestors but were buried under the frost of the dragon.

"Seniors, even if your soul dissipates, I don't want to disturb your last body, please help me today, and I will take you home later!"

As he spoke, Wells pulled out the Soul Stealing Scroll from his bosom, and it was as if he heard countless souls screaming in it.

"Don't you want my soul, as long as you help me, when it's done, take it. ”

Boom! A voice belonging to the soul level sounded.

Countless undead flew out of the soul stealing scroll and landed in the valley, and the sound of shattering sounded.

One, two, three...... One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand corpses with blue ghost fire shining in their eyes, crawling out of the snow with hideous faces, and standing mightily all over the valley.

Their swords had rusted and their corpses had rotted, but countless souls still flew into their bodies, making the ghostly fire in their eyes brighter and more eerie.

Wells snorted, endured the sharp pain in his brain, and turned around and pulled out the dwarven dagger from the past.

There was another roar, and the soul of the dragon devoured in the elven western land soared in the wind and snow, and plunged headlong to the bottom of the lake.

The violent tremors were like a landslide and the ground cracked, and a hundred-meter-long frost dragon corpse crawled out of the frozen lake bottom, roaring in the sky, and the corpses of the 100,000 allied troops in the valley also roared towards the sky.

Wells then retrieved the Soul Stealer, spat out a mouthful of blood, and threw it out.

The Soul Stealing Scroll flashed with a burst of light, turning into a pitch-black ring.

Wells swung his short sword and shouted, "Go!"

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