In the underground vault of the Church of the God of Harvest, Esenas was unaware that Ente was persuaded by Omoni to let Brandwison go.

But even if he knew it, he didn't have time to pay attention to these things now, because two powerful legends were watching them in the shadows.

"I'll just say that Blandwison is not like a person who doesn't care about the overall situation, how can he leave such an important place so easily and not send someone to guard it, it turns out that there are two legends in charge. ”

Even at a disadvantage, Isenus calmly surveyed his surroundings and pondered the possibility of a successful plan.

In the looming past of Isennas, there are countless plans that fail due to luck, and things don't get better until he meets Leo. So for such an unexpected situation, he couldn't be more familiar, and he didn't panic at all.

"We heard Brandwisson talk about the situation here, but we couldn't wait to come. That kid's judgment is still quite accurate, and if he grows up like this, he will be our colleagues in the future. ”

In the shadows to the left, a lazy voice was heard.

Under the watchful eyes of Esenus and Seklin, a winged figure stepped out of the shadows.

The moment he saw the wings behind the figure, Secklin's stomach suddenly felt as if it had been tightened.

Before the figure was fully revealed, Seklin said in a deep voice, "Sky Wings." ”

The man smiled and greeted, "Long time no see, Seklin, why do you look so old?"

The person who came was the only legend who escaped from the battle in which Seklin achieved the legend, the Sky Wings of the Sky Church.

Sekrin didn't want to have too much communication with the enemy of the Steel Hammer Clan, so he squinted his eyes and asked, "Do you two legends dare to challenge me?" ”

Skywing shook his finger and shook his head, "You're a little arrogant, Seklin. Back then, you were able to defeat three against one, not because you were strong, but because the old dwarf had paid enough. ”

"Really?" Seklin asked rhetorically.

"Of course it is. Skywing pointed to the other figure behind him and said, "And it's not just me who thinks so, another old acquaintance thinks so too." ”

Looking at the other figure who came out of the shadows, Seklin's pupils shook, and he said in disbelief: "Flame of the Immortal Bird? Aren't you dead? Back then, I cut off your head with my own hands and burned your body. ”

This man was none other than the legendary mage who had suffered the blow of Teklin's death head-on, the Flame of the Undead Bird.

"Of course it's me, I'm not some immortal flame now, I'm a vengeful undead resurrected from the flames of hell...", the figure lifted its broad hood, revealing its scarred face. "I want to thank you for this, if you hadn't burned my body, I wouldn't have had a second chance to be reborn. ”

The Flame of the Undead Bird danced with purple-black flames, compared to the golden-red flame that could burn even the sky in Seklin's impression, this flame was like a dark fire in the ashes, seemingly inconspicuous, but with one negligence, it could immediately turn into a devastating fire.

The rebirth of the Flame of the Undead was entirely due to the fact that Seklin had just become a legend at that time and was inexperienced.

Although the body of the Flame of the Undead has completely lost signs of life, the legendary ability is something more dynamic than the vitality, and Seklin's act of burning the body of the Flame of the Undead has instead activated the legendary ability of the Flame of the Undead, giving the God of Light a chance to drag him back from the gap between life and death with all his energy.

A legend is well worth the effort of the God of Light.

Since the shackles of the legendary realm were cut off by the God King four hundred years ago, counting the golden age of the legendary blowout, there have only been a few more than a hundred legends born, and there has not been one in the average three years. In addition to the more than forty dukes and more than a dozen of their descendants, as well as the legends who died in the war to expel the aliens, there are only about twenty legends who are willing to serve the church.

This is completely not enough for the huge god system to divide up.

Although the gods themselves are powerful combat power that can be compared with the legend, the more legendary helpers the better, and there are some things that the gods can't come to, and the legend is their spokesperson.

Facing the two acquaintances, Seklin approached Esenas with a solemn face, and whispered: "I'm not very sure that I can defeat these two guys, if I have a chance later..."

Esenas stopped Seklin's next words and said, "It's not wise to discuss the plan in front of the enemy. ”

"And what am I going to do?" asked Seklin, touching the hammer beside him.

"Hold them back, and I'll take care of the rest. Esenas said dryly.

Faced with two legends in history, Isennas's intuition told him that even after Leo arrived, their chances of victory were not very good, and the only way to get out of the predicament was to make good use of the only useful thing in this room.

"Okay, then you as soon as possible. Seklin didn't ask too much of a question, and pulled out the hammer from behind with his backhand. The level of planning of Esenas these days has been completely recognized by Seckelin, so he has absolute trust in Isenus, which is also the sincerity and trust that dwarves are accustomed to to their companions.

Skywings flapped their wings with some displeasure, and a gust of wind blew into the faces of Esenus and Seklin.

"Hey, that little sanctuary over there, give us a little respect. Skywing levitated, and asked at the Flame of the Undead, "Aphoom, why don't we join forces to deal with this smallest guy first?" ”

Yaferm's gaze turned to Isenas, and Isenas immediately felt that just a gaze was made, and the fighting qi in his body seemed to be about to boil, while his body was getting colder and colder.

Isenus hurriedly forced the flow of fighting energy, and then he felt a little better.

Yaferm withdrew his gaze and said, "No, Itha, don't be distracted by inconsequential minions, Seklin is what we're here for." ”

"But a little bug dangling around is really an eyesore," Ita complained.

With that, Ita's back stretched out a pair of wings again, and he manipulated the pair of wings to set off a storm, rushing through the secret room from the bottom up, countless pages, broken wood from the shelves, cracked masonry, and rushing into the sky with the storm.

"It's still a little more comfortable, my wings are going to break in such a small space. ”

Ita sighed comfortably in mid-air, stretched her body, and stretched out a pair of wings from her back again.

Then came the fourth pair, the fifth pair.

The wings grew more and more until they were shaded by the sun.

These wings vary in size, some are even the size of a palm, and the Ita body in the middle of these wings appears to be a little small.

Isenas looked at the image of the Sky Wings suddenly unfolding beyond his comprehension with a little headache, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Leo didn't say that the battle form of the Sky Wings is so abstract and indescribable. ”

"Or maybe I forgot something when I described it to him. Seklin muttered.

"Be careful!" As Seklin was distracted, Esenas quickly erected a rock barrier to separate a flame from Yafermmo.

Yaferm's flames did not exhibit the violent nature of the molten iron in Seklin's mouth, but instead overflowed the earthen wall like a stream of water.

At first glance, the earthen wall seemed unharmed, but after a few seconds, a purple-black flame burned through the inside of the earthen wall.

Isennas's pupils shrank, and he had a little guess about Yaferm's ability.

When Yaferm attacked, Ita naturally did not sit idly by.

He swooped down against Seklin from high in the air, surrounded by countless winds, countless wings manipulating them to change shape and trajectory.

A faint blue glow came from Seklin's eyes, and a dwarven face emerged from behind him before submerging into his body.

Sekrin yelled at Ita and threw his hammer.

Behind the lightning-shining hammer was a frenzied current, breaking through the storm that Ita was manipulating and smashing into Ita's chest.

Seklin didn't look at the sky, and the blue light in his eyes lit up again, and another dwarven face appeared behind him, once again submerged into his body.

Blessed with a new face, Seklin's speed and strength increased greatly, and his feet shone with thunder, and his body rushed towards Yaferm in the occasional cloud of thunder and phantom.

Yaferm opened his hand with one hand and aimed it at Seklin, and purple-black flames surged out, indiscriminately covering the spherical area of five or six meters around him.

Seklin's right hand was weak, and the warhammer that had just been avoided by Ita in mid-air immediately appeared in his hand, and he struck forward with one hand, and the strong wind pressure opened a passage in the world of flames, revealing Yaferm's figure, and he rushed towards Yaferm with electric light along a passage.

At the moment of Seklin's arrival, Yaferm "snapped" and turned into a flame, condensing his figure on the other side of the flame world.

Yaferm held one hand weakly, and the entire world of flames began to collapse towards the middle, as if to seal Seklin inside.

Seklin roared, the blue glow in his eyes reappearing, and a third dwarven face submerged into his body.

Seklin, who had received the new Ancestral Spirit bonus, also grew in size, and he picked up the war hammer with both hands, spun it in place, and dragged the purple-black flames to form a vortex, allowing them to break away from Yaferm's grasp and forcibly break Yafurm's spells.

After a gust of turmoil, the scene was quiet for a while.

Instead of thinking about this legendary battle of humanoids he had never seen before.

Battles between legends seem to have abandoned the way of fighting with the help of objects to carry energy, and instead decided the outcome by the collision of changes in the form and nature of energy.

While Isenas's mind was in a hurry, Ita in the sky was already the first to speak.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Seklin, you don't respect us enough, the old dwarves you invited are too old, are they? they were from hundreds of years ago? a thousand years, or can you only invite these old bones?"

"How can you expose all your hole cards in the first place, and don't you hide your secrets, the sky shattered, the sky burst by floating clouds, and only use this little wind to cool others?" Seklin shot back.

Ita smiled and said with a happy face: "After so many years, you still remember my title, it seems that we didn't fight in vain in those years." ”

Yafum withdrew the flames in the air and urged expressionlessly: "Now is not the time to catch up with the past, after the temptation, we will start the official attack, and it doesn't matter if it affects the civilians next to it!"

Yafermu's words made Esenas start to have a headache again, the battles just now, which had slightly exceeded the upper limit of the Sanctuary's attack ability, were actually just a test between legends.

How powerful was that intact legend when it fully showed his strength?

What about three?

P.S Ita, i.e. the first half of Ithaqua, and Yafrem, Aphoom are likewise named after the Old Dominator.