The battlefield was split into two parts.

In one place in the sky, two spellcasters who had been separated for many years were far away from each other, seemingly motionless, but the elemental sparks that continued to explode in the air were like gunsmoke, telling that the battle was going on in a place that people would not be aware of.

The wizards on the shore could clearly feel that the elements near the entire ship were condensed into a large piece, as if two invisible giants were fighting back and forth, and the fireworks that bloomed from time to time were the elements that were annihilated in the process of scrambling.

However, their knowledge could not explain why the Glazer was able to survive in a situation where the elemental possession was very small. It's like two tug-of-war people, the one with little strength didn't suffer too much.

Compared to them, the battle on the ship was much more thrilling.

Without the restraint of Kelly, who seemed to be overhead, everyone almost rushed off the ship, and at this moment only Hosty and his mercenaries were left on the deck, as well as the two warring sides, and the stage was spacious enough.

More than half of the crew of the Mi Chao people ate the hot pot and were then put down by Uno's Meng Han, and the remaining few had fled during Kelly's killing spree, while the rest were mixed in the crowd and squeezed off the boat.

In this way, it seems that McConn's brothers are hard-working guys, or passively become tough guys.

After all, this is on the River Styx, like dancing on the tip of a knife, who knows how many people will be affected by the battle in the next second, and then go down the river like dumplings, melting in the river.

Oh yes, Heru didn't have dumplings, but that didn't stop them from running away desperately.

……

Victor stepped forward, and he stepped out of a crater in the deck, and the remnants of the ghostwood splattered like bullets in all directions.

Amacer's body moved slightly, and the moment he dodged, he saw a flower in front of him, and Victor had disappeared.

He didn't have time to think about it, and his back instantly turned silver and turned into indestructible metal.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound, and the elf, who had no time to dodge, was hit hard in the back, stumbling forward, and almost unable to stand on his feet. At the same time, the clothes behind him were all torn, revealing the severely sunken muscles on his back, which shone with an eerie metallic sheen.

"Ricky! Right now! ”

Without being reminded by him, the people of Tallinn knew that now was the best time for assassination.

The cold light flickered, and the white sword Yaksha thrust into the back of Victor's neck with a blinding light.

Victor felt the heat emanating from the tip of the Yaksha sword from a distance, and he was shocked, and in his haste, the muscles behind his back squirmed to the back of his neck, bulging into a conspicuous small bag.

"Snort"

Yaksha only pierced a small section and could not advance an inch, and with this cushion, Victor's body was like a bow with a string taut, and at this moment it was pulled into a full moon, and he instantly bounced a step to the left, but took this opportunity to completely expose the Tallinn people directly in front of him.

It's like a tall chef confronting a cutlet thrown by his assistant, and Ricky can see the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Victor's iron fist was swung out without hesitation, and the force was enough to turn a normal person into a meat steak. But just as he was about to make contact with his target, Ricky instantly exploded into a cluster of silver fireworks, leaving Victor's attack in the air. But even so, the fist wind still affected a lot of dust, pushing Ricky away.

Not to be outdone, the Tallinn people condensed two fish-like clusters of light from the dust, one black and one white, and quickly stabbed Victor's eyes, temples and other vital parts.

At the same time, the elf on the other side, who had eased up a little, also stepped over in a flash.

The surroundings seemed to fall into darkness, and the silver-white moonlight fell from the sky again, and the cold breath made Victor irrepressibly coated with a layer of silver frost.

It seemed that Victor seemed to be in a desperate situation at this moment, but instead of dodging or dodging, he raised his head to the sky like a demon god and let out a deafening roar, and his whole body exploded with amazing momentum.

In the face of the sudden outbreak of the enemy, even the Tallinns who had incarnated as light felt a little dizzy, let alone Amatho. Like a flying bird, the elf crashed head-on into a high-speed plane, blood oozing from its nose and mouth at the same time, and the silver sword in its hand shattered.

At the same time, the scattered night sword that turned into a streamer was also shaken away by Victor and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ricky took out the Spinner Extinction as well.

Unlike the Scattered Night Sword, this weapon is stained with the blood of countless Tallinn people, as well as their grievances before they die. Techniques like this incarnation of light will inevitably be contaminated with these negative energies when the body is reorganized, which will have a violent impact on his emotions later, and even lose his combat effectiveness in severe cases. It often takes months to adjust, so he rarely does it.

But there is no room for so much hesitation now.

Whirlwind Darkness turned into a blood-colored firefly and flew straight towards Victor.

The latter tried to slap the weapon off with his fleshy palm, but he didn't expect the palm to be cut, and the paralyzing and corrosive energy instantly drilled through the wound, like a shark smelling blood, desperately squeezing into the depths.

Anger, sadness, tyranny, and all sorts of other bad emotions came to his mind, and Victor's mind was defenseless against these negative energies.

He felt as if he had a halluciculation of Bruux in front of him, and his beloved son glanced at him indifferently, and then left without looking back, ignoring any call he had.

Immediately afterward, the desperate cries of his son before falling into the River Styx lingered in his ears, and he could only watch helplessly from the sidelines......

Then, one by one, the murderers were torn to pieces by him, blood and severed limbs poured on the ground, and the wails of the dead made him more and more tyrannical......

"Ahhh

He held his head and let out a beastly roar, allowing the whirlwind to cut through the wounds on his body.

But even if he gave up resistance, the weapon would only cut through the skin, not penetrate the slightest, and the resolute flesh would be no less than that of a dragon.

"My son—"

Victor's eyes were red and he gasped for air. Recovering from his brief hallucinations, he saw at a glance that Ricky had picked up Amather and was about to leave, rushing straight away.

He's like an out-of-control train, rampage, and Ricky and the two are innocent passers-by in the middle of the street.

Seeing that this tragic scene was about to happen, a golden sword shot straight out from below deck, cutting through the air and blocking Victor's path.

At the same time, there was a shadow, her body shining brightly, her blonde hair fluttering in the wind, and her purple eyes full of determination.

Suddenly appeared Surya, although her face was pale, but her body was no less imposing than Amacer. The Nagfar's good soundproofing barrier had made her notice a little late, but it seemed like the timing was right for now.

Victor was not so surprised by the sudden appearance of the woman, he only hesitated for a moment before rushing forward again.

A phantasm appeared behind Surya, and it was Arthur, who was somewhat similar to her appearance. The latter wielded a wooden sword, and in a flash of his form, he collided with Victor.

At the same time, the girl was not to be outdone, the purple field unfolded, the dust dispersed, and instantly enveloped Victor, and Arthur cooperated to constantly entangle the opponent.

Seeing the enemy stabbing with a sword, Victor relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, did not dodge, and swung his fist into the opponent's chest. But I don't want to be like hitting the air, and I almost fell down. Instead, the opponent's sword flew down on his shoulders and wrists and other joints like a dragonfly.

The two attacked differently, but the results were similar.

The former is a normal human, but the physical body is powerful and abnormal, and the assassins who are known for their attack power can't help it, and Arthur's attack is more like tickling.

The latter, as the soul of the Guardian, is immune to physical attacks, and to Victor is like a king eating a turtle, with nowhere to start, but her attacks can't even break the defense.

But Arthur, as a Valkyrie with rich combat experience, knew how to contain and entangle, so she aimed the tip of her sword at the opponent's weaker areas such as the eyes.

Like a thick-skinned crocodile being harassed by a hummingbird, Victor is troubled.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ricky retracted Whirlpool Annihilation. A steady stream of negative energy pounded into his brain, and the Tallinn felt as if his head had exploded, and he fell to his knees under the impact, letting out a groan of pain.

Stained with Victor's blood, this weapon also carries his negative emotions. The strength of the furious Victor due to his emotions is directly proportional to Ricky's pain at the moment.

Seeing this, Uno got up from the ground, rushed into the battle as an ordinary person, risked his life as an ordinary person, carried Amath and Ricky on his shoulders one by one, and ran back to his team with a puff of smoke.

There are Haimeng guards under the ship, so let's stay on the ship, so it's safer.

Witnessing the prey slipping away, Victor gritted his teeth in hatred, and he glanced at Hosty, who had been standing on a high place with his arms crossed.

"Hosdi, help me deal with that woman, I'll cover all the costs you spent on this ship!"

Hosty picked his nose and looked at Mei Lulu next to him.

The latter shook his head, not forgetting to hand him a handkerchief.

So he shrugged his shoulders at Victor and smiled helplessly.

Damn it!

Victor almost gritted his teeth when Arthur saw an opportunity to stab him in the left eye, dodging to the side of his body, and then his eyes were shrouded in purple mist.

"Ahhh

Suria's sudden sword made the Haimeng City Lord look crazy, and blood gushed out from his left eye. The injury intensified his madness.

"Hosdi! I can grant you any request! Give you the city of Haimon! For my friendship with your father! ”

Hosde's expression became serious, and this time he ignored Mellulu's opinion.

"What if I let you join me in dealing with Hablon afterwards?" This sentence entered Victor's ears in the form of a sound.

The latter agreed almost without hesitation.

"Good."

Hosti stretched, and the next second he appeared in front of Uno.

He looked at the men who had almost all been seen in Hosde, and his mouth was slurking.

"You can all go to me except the woman inside." He said to Uno, gesturing to his team. "It's completely safe there, and there are quite a few of your acquaintances."

Uno shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Lord Castle."

Hosdi sighed and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"I understand."

Then he looked at Jerry and the two.

"What about the two of you? I remember seeing you in the Grey Hats, you should only have an employment relationship with that Mu Yan, right? ”

As he spoke, he craned his neck to look for it, but he didn't find Mu Yan in the crowd.

"Huh? The number of people is wrong...... Wait, I remember one of you guys fell that day? ”

Only then did he notice that there was an extra person out of thin air, because Mu Yan was not there, so it seemed that the number of people was just right.

What about the kid who seems to be the leader of the team?

Horsty suddenly had a hint of doubt about his choice, but it was fleeting.

The lesson that Daddy left to himself is that regret is always the stupidest.

……

Jerry and Tom looked at each other and smiled in unison.

"Lord Castle, I think it's hard to answer this question." Jerry pulled out his dagger, and his short figure looked unusually resolute.

"Jerry and I are on the same page." Tom followed.

The two of them stood in front of Uno on the left and on the right.

They are now the only remaining fighting force of the team. Although they were completely hostile to Hosts, they didn't want to leave regrets. After all, the two of them have done a similar "retreat to the second" choice too many times, and every time they escape, they just delay the trouble until tomorrow, and they don't want to go back to the past than staying in Mu Yan's team, which is becoming more and more exciting day by day.

Hosdy shrugged.

"Well, I respect your choice."

Before the words fell, his body flashed, and except for the three ordinary people, everyone else was hit hard in the back and fell down one after another.

Although the Tallinn saw all this, he could not concentrate on reacting at all, so he could only let the other party knock him unconscious.

Grace still stood up straight, her eyes calm, like a queen dressed up for a ball. She pushed away the writer and Uno in front of her, and confronted Hosdi, without the slightest expression of fear.

"If I die right now, I will remember Your Excellency. The lord of the castle who shot at ordinary people. ”

Hearing this painless sarcasm, Hosdi's face turned red rarely, and he couldn't help but admire her a little.

It's a pity...... Tut.

He shook his head again in pity.

It's a pity...... This is a beautiful woman, and she deserves a complete corpse. With that in mind, he held out his hand to Grace.

At this moment, a shrill voice suddenly came from the top of his head, and Horsdy immediately reacted that Kelly had been whipped by this move just now.

He had to abandon his prey, kick his feet, take several steps back, and then watch as the place where he had just stood was soaked in a pillar of fire.

With a "bang", the pillar of fire exploded, and four elements of the lower body wriggled out of the smoke.

They are ugly in appearance and mostly identical in shape, with a humanoid upper body, an unknown slime wrapped in an unknown lower body, and liquid still flowing from their open mouths.

The red body flowed with magma, and a strange purple rune flashed above its head, and a mysterious tadpole text faintly appeared, accompanied by the opening of its mouth.

In addition, there are blue monsters covered in ice ballast, earthy yellow monsters covered in mud, and dark green monsters with green slurry flowing.

He glanced at the wizard who was confronting Hablon, and saw that the guy still had the heart to raise his middle finger with the hand behind his back.

What do you mean?

Although he didn't understand, he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

The other party can still be distracted and see this side in the process of fighting with Hablon? And...... What kind of monster is this?

What he didn't know was that the current Glazer had reached the standard of the strongest combat power of the human race to a certain extent, and he was the only spellcaster in history who had studied the elemental knowledge of both worlds to the limit, coupled with his identity as a necromancer and Heru's ubiquitous majestic soul element, the three most basic particles that made up the world could be used by him, and to a certain extent, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a god.

For example, now, although in terms of the possession of the elements, Hablon is not comparable to the accumulation of thousands of years, but in terms of quality and understanding, he has left anyone in the two worlds far behind.

But he was not invincible either, for now with every spell the old man cast, he was one step closer to death. It's like an oversized battery, pouring power in an exaggerated way.

But if you were to ask the Glazer how he was feeling at the moment......

That's eighty percent "cool".

As Hablon testifies, he found that hundreds of years had passed, and he had become more and more unable to see through this former slave.

The endless strange spells of the other party gave him a headache, and he was far from being an opponent in terms of elemental control. If the element he manipulates is a plate of loose sand, then the other party is a regularly disciplined army, and the two are not at the same level at all, and he only relies on numbers to barely tie with him, and he can't completely suppress Victor at all.

After all, this is a civil war for the caster, not like the magic master fights and hangs.

At the same time, a trace of uneasiness was fermenting in his heart, and he began to wonder if his loss of contact with the Nagfar was also related to the other.

However, Hablon also felt more and more that his initial idea was right, as time went by, the other party's green hair was no longer as shiny as it was at the beginning, and his sideburns had begun to faintly turn white.

Is it really burning your own life force, Ash?

Who are you buying time for?

Thinking like this, Hablon wrapped the entire ship with a trace of perception, and almost instantly found Mu Yan lying in the cabin and falling into a coma.

Is this guy?