"Is that all you can do??"

Xia Mu taunted as he tossed and turned in the snow and ice, chasing several transparent waves that could distort space behind him, and spikes continued to emerge from the frozen earth beneath his feet.

Obviously, he was the one who was chased and fled in embarrassment, but he had the posture of a battle controller.

The battlefield has shifted from the air to the ground, and Imotru's huge sinkhole has been completely encased by him with ice elementals, like a fairy tale ice and snow world.

In terms of scale and intensity, this is not like what a seven-ring mage can do. Being able to change the surrounding environment through his own strength, to a certain extent, he is already infinitely close to a legend.

If you look closely, you can see that as the spell continues to be released, one or two silver strands begin to appear in Shamu's black hair, and his spell is accompanied by a unique soul fluctuation.

But someone didn't care at all, and he sang with joy.

"Let it go~Let it go~I forgot what's behind it~"

He hummed a retro song as he casually raised walls of ice and a blizzard.

"Ice Wall! Rise up! ”

This seems to be a line from some old FPS game, and the name of the production company is just like that famous ice skill.

A single elemental magic was played with in his hands, just as Mu Yan realized in his dream, the simple manipulation of the elements can achieve the desired effect, but leaving the wind firmament full of surging elements, it takes a high price to achieve the same control.

On the other side, Artes and Mishua are obviously the pursuers, but they have a vague illusion of being played by their opponents and clapping, but the opponents show one or two flaws every time they think that there is an opportunity, so they have no time to think about whether this is the opponent's strategy.

None of them noticed that Xia Mu seemed to be running away in a panic, but in fact the path he chose was getting closer to the center, and the ice around the three of them was getting thicker and colder.

Suddenly, Shamu stopped.

"Both, what do you say would happen if this thing collapsed now?"

He held an icicle the size of a bowl in his hand and looked at the two with a smile.

Only then did the two of them notice that the top of the three of them was a thick layer of overlapping ice, and the structure was cleverly put together, and it was worthy of being supported by the icicle in front of them.

"You'll be buried yourself."

Artes said coldly, "Your desire to survive is so strong, I don't believe you will die with us." ”

"Yes." Shamu raised an eyebrow, "Have you ever heard a children's story?" The protagonists of the story are 'mindless' and 'unhappy'. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Myshua frowned slightly.

"You are 'mindless', and I'm 'unhappy'."

After speaking, a bright flame rose from his palm, and it exploded with a "bang", and the icicles were immediately blown off, and the heavy ice layer above the heads of the three of them collapsed instantly.

Artes prepares to teleport the two out, but finds that the fluctuations around him are too strong, and the spatial lines have become elusive, like plastic threads softened by the heat, crumpled and unable to conduct at all.

Seeing this, Amishu Adam made a quick decision, and several earthen walls burst out of the ground, barely holding up a small safe space for the two of them.

However, in this way, the line of sight between them and Xia Mu was also blocked, and they could only use their perception to capture each other's movements.

But in the perception of the two, the other party always emits a dazzling light like a small sun, exuding a scorching temperature, and like a raging fire, so that the perception cannot get any closer, so it is impossible to judge their behavior.

At that moment, a familiar light shone through a crack in the earthen wall.

How to describe its color, the passionate fiery red, the bone-chilling ice blue, the heavy and down-to-earth yellow, the vibrant emerald green, the four colors are intertwined to form a more brilliant color.

At the same time, the bright blue wind, the scorching holy light, and the purple thunder and lightning gathered together seemed to contain the infinite mystery of the evolution of the elements at the beginning of the birth of the world, which was unpredictable.

That's every mage's swan song.

The two realized this too late, and saw that the dazzling light was about to sweep the crater again.

Suddenly, the world was shrouded in blue, and the light that was about to bloom seemed to be frozen.

A figure appeared in the air, and he walked straight into the center of the explosion. The furious elemental circled around him in an orderly manner, as if the rushing water had been split in half by an immovable stone.

Isu stretched out his hand, and there was a sound of ice cracking, and Xia Mu's old body, which was burned by his soul, was suddenly torn apart.

Peel back the shell, leaving only a polished soul, blazing, distorting the air around it.

"What a pathetic creature."

He sighed, and pinched Xia Mu's soul in his hand like peeling a shrimp.

"Is there anything you want to say, poor 'Divine Servant', this is the price you pay for your stupidity. If Lancelot hadn't been bent on resurrecting the woman, he wouldn't have been exposed. You're so stupid compared to him, so stupid that I can't help but laugh. ”

"Yes, great Lord of the Waters." The soul body made an ethereal sound.

"Your wisdom scares me, but why don't you do it?"

"Oh? Are you begging for death? Izu smiled, "Or do you have some secrets hidden in you?" After all, this is the first 'Divine Favorite' to be caught, and I think Ikari-sama will be very interested. ”

"How can there be no secrets in the 'Divine Favor'," Xia Mu smiled, "Maybe I can tell you the nature of divine power. ”

Isu's fingers contracted hard, the light emitted by his soul dimmed a little, and Xia Mu's expression was also very painful.

"If it weren't for worrying about some trap your soul hiding, I'd do it myself, mortal."

"Actually, it's very simple, the secret of divine power is ......" The more he went to the back, the more imperceptible his voice became.

Izu's expression moved slightly, and she couldn't help but get closer.

"Experience."

"Experience?" Isu couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, taking advantage of his slight stunned moment, the soul power from the surging element of the wind firmament burned all in one breath, and Xia Mu took the system, and everything in the Mu Yan space turned into flames and stabbed at Yisu.

"Sure enough, it's a trap."

Izuku laughed mockingly.

"After breaking through my control, you didn't want to run away, but launched an attack, are you 'gods' so stupid?"

He immediately stretched out his hand to the flames, and with a loud "bang", the firelight exploded, sparks splashed everywhere, and a wave of divine power with the same origin opened up, and the originally frozen elemental light was able to bloom again.

Poor Imotru experienced two explosions in just half a year, and his hair, which he had managed to save, was shaved in an instant.

The light dissipated, the dust settled, and the unscathed Isutei blushed his face, and his hair, which flowed like a stream, was windless. Although he didn't know why he suddenly got out of control, the other party obviously gave up the opportunity to step into reincarnation from the River Styx, and he didn't expect to be so decisive.

Apparently he was not happy now.

"Your believers." Lal appeared out of nowhere, with two buds floating behind him.

The petals open, and inside are Artes and Michua, whom he saved from the explosion.

"Hmm." Isu glanced at the two of them, answered perfunctorily, and stopped caring. He held out his hand, the remnants of the elements brushing his fingertips with a smell of dead silence.

"There will be a day." Ral said, and looked underneath his feet, which was the portal to the windy firmament.

"I hope."

……

The explosion spread far away, and several people in Wood Throat Village heard it very clearly, and there was also a strong elemental fluctuation floating in the air, and Wynne stood up in surprise for the first time.

"That'......" he seemed a little unsure. Has another practitioner of truth passed away in this way? ”

"What do you mean?" Brando wondered, "What's that?" ”

"A mage's swan song." Lancelot's voice floated in.

"Is that the guy who called himself a scholar just now?" He asked again.

"Impossible." Wynne shook his head. "Even if I belong to the elements, I can't do anything more powerful than this."

The two looked at Lancelot together, but the latter did not respond.

He stood on a totem pole and softly chanted a requiem.

“

I will stand in the wilderness,

The river meanders, and the grass sings a requiem.

I will stand on the top of the mountain,

The wind is howling, and the sea of clouds is woven into a battle suit.

I will stand in the emptiness,

The stars shine brightly, and the two moons offer crowns.

Then I will fall.

The broken body returned to the earth,

Immortal souls leap over the mountains,

The eternal will walks in the wind,

Still fighting with you in the next reincarnation.

Don't cry for me, friend,

At that time, blood and tears were the best tribute.

”

(End of Volume 2)