Chapter 472: Attack Rebound

The dark forest of life, dark clouds cover the sky.

Countless ravens swirled and dashed in the air, their scarlet eyes revealing madness and slaughter, and soul fire reflected in their eyes, their target being an ancient spaceship.

It's a big ship with all solid wood.

The ancient vicissitudes of the ship's hull are like an ancient tree of life, exuding a strong breath of life everywhere.

The trees on which the ancient ship was built seemed to be still growing, with stretching vine ropes and branches swaying in the wind, and jasper-like leaves cascading on top of each other, and green leaves connecting with each other, shrouded around the ship's side. A lush hanging garden separates it from the sky.

The ancient ship has a sturdy and thick deck and side, and although the decoration on the ship is not luxurious, it is definitely antique, and there are more than a dozen elven girls on the ancient ship.

The ravens came from all directions and swooped down on the ancient ship, using their razor-sharp claws as weapons. The attacks are dense and sharp. There seems to be nothing to do.

But let them attack however they want. But he was always unable to break through the green barrier of the ancient ship of life.

The dense foliage diffuses a layer of fine shimmer around it. This pale green sparkle flows slowly around the ancient ship like a current.

This barrier around the ancient ship seems to be thin, like a light mist. But it has a powerful supernatural power that can't be seen.

It seems to be as soft as yarn, but it has an unbelievable toughness.

The black crow is about to fall up, and its sharp claws instantly burst out with extreme piercing power, piercing, piercing, all the way forward, however. The ending was very shocking, and the power of those piercing was like a falling cloud. There is no way to focus on it. The clouds are soft, but they have a very contradictory heaviness. The crow's claws, infused with the power of death, sank deeper and deeper, gradually being consumed, however, as the depth of the sinking gradually increased, increased.

When the minions are deep in the extreme, the situation suddenly changes.

These swarthy claws, including their bodies, were instantly enveloped and restrained by this gentle force after their strength was exhausted. He was then kidnapped. It was like a spring of great force, rebounding in an instant, and the bodies of these crows, including the energy they released, were shot out like cannonballs and fell into the crow colony.

The power of the rebound that could not be sent out was caught off guard, and a powerful force erupted.

The raven's strikers come and go faster.

Speed.

It's like a shadow.

Instantly shoot back in the direction you came.

This extraordinary speed brought more than just the surprise and panic of the crow. It also brings them terrifying lethality.

The black body, unable to see the entity, only a flash of black light in the field of vision, was like a sharp arrow of lightning in the air. Break through all obstacles, break down all obstacles.

The speed of the storm is even more terrible than when it came.

Sharp arrows pierce the air.

The air was constantly raging behind them. The gray energy mass continued to disperse as a result of the explosion.

The power of death spreads, the dregs of the raven's demise.

Stripes of black light streaked through the overwhelming flock of crows.

Like shining meteors.

Boom -

Breaking the air.

The sound of a broken body.

Come in a continuous stream.

It's like entering a noisy city.

Everywhere there is the horror of death.

The obscure sky is a tragedy. If it weren't for the raven, it would be undead. If the undead have no blood, then the sky will be dyed red at this moment.

This scene was immediately recorded in the eyes of the surviving passengers on the ancient ship. They were amazed in disbelief and wondered.

"This barrier turned out to be an attack rebound—" in the ancient ship. The elven girl Sisil exclaimed, it was obvious that they were all knowledgeable people, and they all had a good understanding of this kind of barrier. Along with her eyeballs fell a dozen elf girls. They were all Princess Cynthia's bodyguards. At this moment, they are all in the ancient ship of life, although they are protected by the ancient ship, they are also bound by the ancient ship.

This means of defense is the attack rebound, which is a unique energy shield of the ancient ship of life, through which some attacks whose energy does not exceed the defense limit of the shield can be reflected back, and in the process of reflection, it can also be accelerated and strengthened to a certain extent as needed, so as to transform into a counterattack against the enemy.

With the awakening of the Spirit of the Ancient Ship, the artifact that Cynthia used to hide from the attacks of the Ravens and Wraiths was no longer under Cynthia's control. He had to pass through the endless smoke screen of death and re-head towards the lost place of the Mother Tree of Life.

Such a move undoubtedly caused Sissel and other girls to be frightened and incomprehensible, and even had inexplicable worries in their hearts. However, it also gives them hope and anticipation. The mystery of Princess Cynthia's life and death seems to be about to be solved. Perhaps, their noble princess is still alive.

"The princess is fine, she's still alive, she's saved us again." The girls wept with joy.

"So Her Royal Highness must still be on board." The maidens screamed and cheered for the princess.

This counterattack of the Ancient Ship of Life may not be anything to the former, but it is definitely a fatal blow to these low-level cannon fodder crows.

Although their bodies are not real entities, they are more than half of the real body, and are composed of a large amount of death energy and matter. Although they are highly immune to physical attacks, this excess amount of material attacks can still inflict endless damage on them.

And the consequence of this injury is the fall of pieces and pieces.

The place where the raven passed suddenly became a straight line of fall.

The soul fire is extinguished, the body is annihilated, and it turns into pure death energy again, and even the soul in it is also traumatized, and perhaps, it can be resurrected through the hand of the Lord of the Undead, but the memory will definitely be reset, and even if it is resurrected, it will no longer be the original crow.

A song of death was played in the flock of the ravens.

This tragic song is poignant enough, and it even alarms the spectators floating on the sea.

The spectators were the wraiths of the Sea of Death, and they were all disturbed and piled up on the black sea, and despite their insanity, they were still shocked by what they saw.

Wraiths can also float in the air, but their level is too low, their speed is too slow, and their ability to float in the air is not satisfactory. You can only wave your flag and shout for the ravens in the low sky.

And the brittle defeat of the crows, and the sharpness and determination of the ancient ship's counterattack, undoubtedly brought them an incomparable shock.

As low-level undead, crows and resentful spirits, although they are not highly sane, they have all kinds of emotions. And these emotions are extremely contagious.

The large-scale death suddenly made these necromancers become cautious, and they no longer dared to attack recklessly.

At this moment, the crows that were surrounded in front of the ancient ship began to flee away in a panic.

In an instant, a white ground was vacated for the ancient ship.

The path to the depths of the Forest of Life was suddenly unimpeded.

The ancient ship roared, all the way forward on this white ground.

The wind hunts, and the sails fly far.

And the cheers of elf girls suddenly came from the ancient ship.

"The ravens are starting to retreat. We won. Great, this must be Princess Cynthia's trick. ”

"But this ancient ship is an artifact after all, and if you sacrifice your life force excessively, the princess will die." Sissel's face did not show the slightest joy, but a deep worry. (To be continued.) )