Hamanu, known as the Lion of Ulric, and one of the top beings on Attas, had a solemn expression on his face. With a thought, the black ball he summoned quickly changed its trajectory and attacked Shatiri. The other hand draws a defensive circle in the air.

Everyone knew that the critical moment had come, and "Memory" and Akith both increased their psionic powers, using the method of overdrawing their lives to advance the power of their abilities to the highest peak. Cotander summoned a low-level creature to block the black ball, then raised his hand heavily, and also stirred up the bracer.

The Witch King tried to escape with a portal spell, but was stopped by Aisha's manifestation of Dimensional Anchor. Two terrifying elemental abilities and the power of the two bracers struck Hamanu at the same time, and for a moment, Muhati felt that the Witch King was already dead.

The bright light dissipated, and Hamanu's half-dragon, half-human body still stood in place. The sand beneath his feet had been burned red by the high-powered magical encounters, and the shards of the siege towers were splattered everywhere, and metal and sawdust rained down from the air. The Witch King looked a little hazy, and it was he who unfolded a new magic shield to fight against the combined attack of the four.

The four of them tried their best to break through the Witch King's defenses. And the Witch King is the enemy of the fourth, but he still seems to be at ease and at ease. The minions tried to flank them, but again found nothing. One by one, the magic that kept them alive was disturbed by the immense power on the field and disappeared like a mirage.

The coalition camp was now distorted by the battle, and everywhere there were rising flames, and the wind blew over thousands of tents, and rags flew in the air. All nearby insects and vegetation have died and are no longer alive.

The bracers on Shatiri's hands were hot, and the engraved magical words appeared one by one, glowing dark red. There was a sound where the bracers came into contact with the skin, and then there was a green smoke. Her skin was snow-white, without a trace of blood, and her eyes burned with furious arcane energy.

The sound of explosions and splinters sounded intensively. The energy of the attack hit the Witch King's shield, striking an unstable balance, from which the sound and light came from.

The Witch King recited the incantation, and instantly felt the power of magic flowing through his body, bringing him ecstasy. The fear and hesitation caused by the interference of the Great Psychic Warlock's psionic energy are wiped out. Stand back! His mind was crying.

The energy of the offense and the guard is deadlocked.

The Witch King wants to protect himself.

Shatiri wanted to pierce it.

Two powerful mages looked at each other, and a single wink, a twitch of the lips, or the crook of a finger was enough to kill. In an instant, it became as long as eternity, and everyone's heart rose to their throats. Shatiri's peerless appearance is like a layer of frost, and it is unearthly.

Finally, in a blinding explosion, the Witch King's shield broke.

Hamanu used all his self-control to stop himself from screaming, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. He had one hand around his waist, and there was a hideous wound a foot long.

The attacks of the two great psychic warlocks were nothing more than scratching the boots of Hamanu, and it was the attacks from Shatiri and Kotander that really posed a threat to the Witch King just now. However, to Hamanu's relief, the attack from Shatiri seemed to be strong, but in fact it weakened dramatically after hitting him, and did not cause any damage to Yanzhòng. The attack from the old man's Guardian Mage looked weak, but it nearly cut him off at the waist.

Under Shatilly's shocked gaze, Cotander was drained of all his life force, knelt weakly on the sand, and then fell to one side, as if in slow motion.

"How is this possible?" she said in a suppressed tone, her blue eyes filled with shock and sadness, the first time Muhati had seen her show her true feelings.

The Witch King Hamanu pouted, the graceful one did not attack, he was trying to heal his wounds.

"I secretly changed your weapon......" Life was draining from the old mage's eyes, and he looked at Shatiri with loving eyes, struggling to say the last words of his life.

"This can't be!" Shatiri sobbed under her breath and punched the sand. "I see you swap weapons...... So I secretly changed back again......"

Seeing this scene, Aisha knew that it was Kotander who did not want to see his disciples die, so he secretly moved his hands and feet, but Shatiri changed his weapon again. But why was it still Kotander who died, not Shatiri?

Muhati licked his lips, Kotander's mana is not as good as Shatiri, although he used a real weapon, he couldn't kill the witch king even if he died, what should he do now?

Hamanu removed his palm with some annoyance, this wound was not an ordinary magic wound, it seemed that it could not heal at all, and the remaining energy was still preventing the healing spell. He stared at Shatiri, "Give you one more chance, surrender, I promise you can all survive." Resist, you all die!"

"Memory" doesn't seem to be moved at all, "spirit" and "**" are both fierce and unlucky at this time, and he himself can't make up his mind for the Trinity. Akith had already died once, and it would have been just a wry smile. Everyone's attention shifted to the Coral Witch.

"Tyre will never surrender. She said.

"Then die!" roared Hamanu, with a little regret.

A terrifying shadow was summoned by him, and the power of death loomed over everyone.

Since the outbreak of the battle, Muhadi felt that he was of no use at all, and the combat at this level was too advanced for him. At this time, seeing that Shatiri's plan failed, she had only a dead end, and she didn't feel any fear, and she was still a little regretful.

I really want to see more of the world, Muhati thought.

The next thought was, since I was useless in this kind of battle, why did Eggis insist on going with him?

When he was on the verge of death, the power that Muhathir was familiar with once again burst from the bottom of his heart.

Hamanu cast the Shadow Killer, intending to destroy these stubborn enemies in one fell swoop, but to his shock, his spell was countered, and a breathless aura suddenly descended.

A new enemy? He wondered who it was? Could it be Abu Polis?

"Not a new enemy, your oldest enemy. The voice sounded directly in the Witch King's head.

Hamanu was shocked and hurriedly added new protection to himself. At the same time, all kinds of powerful blasphemer spells shot towards the source of the breath. Fire, lightning, sound waves and strong acid, different types of energy slanted towards that mysterious enemy.

However, every qiē attack was like a sea of mud, and it didn't have any effect. The terrifying aura became clearer, and the Witch King felt absurdly as if he was being targeted by some ancient beast. That kind of fear from the bottom of my heart, no matter how suppressed it is, is like an appendage, lingering.

The little psychic suddenly seemed to be a different person, and slowly floated into the air. The powerful magical power of the more common sense radiated from him, just like the power of heaven and earth.

Hamanu gritted his teeth and stared at the enemy, "Who are you?!" he asked.

"Your master. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the enemy attacked. The Witch King dodged with teleportation, but saw that behind him, the large sand dune that was five or six hundred feet high had been burned into a glass mountain by this casual blow. The incandescent glass-like fluid, which had not yet fully solidified, poured and flowed, scorching the life that came across.

The Witch King immediately reacted, shouted loudly, transformed into a red dragon, and flew in the direction of Tyre City. The witch kings of Nibenai and Ankara should be there at this time, and the three of them join forces, I am afraid that they will be able to defeat this monster that suddenly appeared.

The wind was blowing, and Shatiri raised her beautiful face full of tears and looked at the qiē on the top of her head. "Memory" has a cold eye, but there seems to be a frenzy in the depths of his pupils. Akith pinched his chin in one hand, looking thoughtful. Aisha muttered to herself, "It's so ......"

Some of the remaining soldiers and slaves in the camp watched in amazement as Hamanu transformed into a majestic dragon and was chased around. Some knelt on the ground and prayed, and even threw themselves on the ground, begging this new person to kill the witch king and free them. Some blasphemer mages thought they had been hallucinated or had been subjected to a psychic attack, and were trying to bring themselves back to normal and sober up over and over again.

The demon dragon Hamanu struggled to maintain his transformation, and used his magic to attack the enemies behind him, while fleeing. The dragon flipped its wings and rolled up a hundred feet of yellow sand, and everyone who was in charge of it retreated. And after seeing that the spell's attack was completely ineffective, he summoned all kinds of terrifying monsters from the other world, hoping to delay the other party for a moment.

Muhadi felt his own power like a bystander, and felt the inexplicable hatred for the witch king in his heart. No matter what spell is incredibly powerful and has a great sound, he can dispel it with a wave of his hand. No matter how much the monster summoned from the other world attacked, it couldn't kill within ten feet of him. And he can crush his enemies with a single thought, cut through space with a single spell, and make strange monsters from other planes afraid to step forward with a single shout of rage.

In the desert, brutal battles continue between Tyre's forces and the main forces of the coalition forces. Despite the valiantness of the battle, the Tyrs were gradually outnumbered and surrounded by the coalition forces. Rikas led his gladiators to the desperate rescue of a group of Tyre soldiers who were besieged, only to see that there were fewer and fewer people around him.

Several of the lieutenants had already been killed, and only the dwarf Niva was still roaring in battle. He couldn't remember how many Ulrics he had killed with his twin blades, and it didn't matter if fifty or a hundred. He never despaired in the arena against many enemies, but at that time he had to face only men and beasts, and defeat was death.

He looked up, his muscles aching. On the horizon, a red shadow swept by, it was a giant dragon. Flaming scales, yellow eyes, is this the end?

Then, he saw the figure of the man chasing the dragon.

The Templars of Ulric City knew the transformation of King Hamanu, and when they saw the god-like powerful Witch King being hunted down, they couldn't help but feel a strong spiritual shock. The defenders were stunned at first, then excited, and the roar of excitement resounded through the sky. Some of the High Templars saw their masters under attack and left the battlefield to try to stop them, only to be reduced to ashes. For a while, everyone was in danger and fled, not daring to face this mad demon.

Hamanu flew to the battlefield outside the city of Tyre, only to be surprised to find that the other two witch kings were not here. These two guys, the witch king thought viciously, did they feel that something was wrong and teleported away?

Seeing that there was no help, the Witch King chose to pull up the height, wanting to shake off the terrifying enemy. He climbed all the way up and flew above the clouds, where there was no life and could not cast spells. Relying on hand-to-hand combat alone, the hundred-foot-long, tens of thousand-pound dragon is not afraid of any living thing.

Muhadi chased him high into the air, and by this time Tyr had shrunk into a small dot on the ground that he could cover with the tips of his little fingers. "The game of hide and seek is over, Hamanu, face your fate. Muhadi heard himself say in a sneering tone.

The dragon groaned in anger and pounced frantically, opening its fang-covered jaws. The next moment it collided head-on with the flying psionic throwing knives, leaving several deep wounds on its forehead and limbs, and the dragon's blood splattered to the ground. It flew unsteadily, and managed to rely on the updraft to keep it from falling.

Hamanu was amazed that the other party was not only good at magic, but also so strong in psionic energy. In an instant, the cloud of doubt in his mind dissipated, and the answer was about to come out. "War communicator, you are a war communicator! You are the primordial warlock Rajat!" The aura on the little psychic warlock was Rajat unmistakable, although it was just a wisp of thought, a star of scum, a projected shadow, but it was already far overwhelming himself.

Muhadi felt a tremor of excitement, sweet like revenge. "You're not going to get a chance to leak this. ”

All of the psionic abilities that were ready to be displayed at the same time, and above the clouds, the Psychic Warlock was instantly brighter than the dark red sun. The fighting on the ground almost stopped, and many people looked up and watched as the clouds suddenly lit up.

Hamanu felt his body being torn to shreds, as well as his spirit. Shoulders, limbs, the back of the head, scars everywhere. There was so much blood flowing that I couldn't feel it anymore. He did not hesitate to use his own life force as a source to cast spells to try to resist, but the result only dragged out the process of death. Little by little, yet unstoppable, his resistance gradually crumbled.

Muhadi rode onto the dragon's neck and lifted the dragon's skull with ease with one hand. His thoughts turned into sharp blades and shot out, smashing the unsuspecting brain.

The people on the ground could not see the details of the battle, and they only noticed in the end a huge dragon head falling from the sky, and blood and minced flesh fell from the sky and poured like rain into the desert.

"Victory?" Rikas recognized the Witch King from the reptilian giant, "We're victorious!" he seized the opportunity to shout at the Tyre, and set off a wave of counter-attacks. The surviving Tyre soldiers seized the opportunity to kill the panicked coalition soldiers.

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