Countless dangerous and powerful magical attacks landed within Constantine's star field.

"Glacial Storm"

The sound of His Holiness chanting the incantation seemed to be so cold that it could freeze time, and the white frost turbulence swept over a distance of 10,000 meters in the blink of an eye, forming sharp and huge ice edges, falling from the sky, an area large enough to cover most of the desperate mountain range.

On the countless hillsides, sparkling hoarfrost fills the air.

Constantine, who was closest to His Holiness, had to face the wind sword and frost sword that seemed to be able to freeze and crack people's limbs.

"Star Guardian"

The aqua-blue starlight danced happily around him, and the glacial storm near Constantine was bounced apart by the force woven by the stars, and the sound of crackling came and went.

Resisting a glacier comparable to a forbidden curse, Constantine was not careless in the slightest.

As the greatest magician of all time, the patriarch of the World Tree Council, Ingres probably knows second only to Faust in the number of spells.

This is just the beginning.

The Immortal gaze. ”

Sure enough, His Holiness's next magic was the pinnacle of necromantic spells, spells that were said to be mastered only by the "Hades" of the Immortal Throne.

A huge statue-like phantom figure rose from behind His Holiness, like the incarnation of the Lord of the Underworld, with cold pupils.

Beings watched by the gods of the underworld, their souls will go through countless trials worthy of hell, and eventually fall apart.

Behind Constantine, the branches of the two "World Trees" suddenly grew rapidly, intertwined, and embraced the young man's body like open arms.

Under the sight of the phantom, the two branches quickly dimmed, turning into starlight and dissipating.

Taking advantage of this gap, Constantine once again deducted the pocket watch of fate, reversed time and space, and neutralized the high-level spells that came from all directions.

Every confrontation between them will cause drastic changes in the space-time environment of the plane.

Above the Desperate Mountain Range, the already bizarre sky became more and more gorgeous.

The wind and sand blew from a very far distance, and when they came to the heavenly dome, they were swept away into the tiniest dust by the aftermath of two surging and agitating energies.

On the ground, after just experiencing a fierce battle, countless defenders of the Great Wall of Desperation stood in place, staring at the battlefield like an apocalyptic picture at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

At one end of the clouds, in the darkness that enveloped everything, lightning and thunder poured out, ice and fire intertwined, storms roared and surged in the clouds, the power of arcane magic was disillusioned and resurrected in the void, and the shattered time and space condensed into bundles of brilliant light and wandered...

On the other side of the clouds, the dark blue sea of stars is blurry and dreamy, and the star tide rises and falls, dissolving all the spells that come in one by one.

At the same time as the two forces wrestled, countless illusory scenes flashed in the sky.

The sky is now transformed into a theater of countless illusions: vast mountains, vast lands, grasslands, forests and lakes all over the wilderness, towering cities, brilliant and magnificent starry skies, and vast lands where people work at sunrise and rest at sunset........

It was the history of the Desperate Plane.

Countless years ago, it was a living plane.

Until the advent of war, all life in the plane was destroyed.

At this moment, the history of the desperate plane has been dead for tens of millions of years, and under the duel between the two powerhouses, it is replayed in such a unique way, reflected in the pupils of countless people.

Such a scene, like a miracle.

"What is that?" Even if he was as strong as a half-orc general, he couldn't help but swallow his spit at this moment. "The power of a legendary mage?"

Rodriguez's eyes flickered, and the long sword in his hand seemed to feel something trembling, "No, it's more powerful than all the legends I've ever seen." ”

Above the legend is the god-like, and the trialists who have stepped into a desperate situation are very clear about the division of high-level realms, especially Rodriguez, who has many battles with the legendary-level chaos race, and has a deep understanding of the power of the legendary powerhouse.

In the eyes of the "Sword Emperor", the black-clothed Venerable who can block the countless attacks of the Great Wall Legion and cast the four forbidden spells with his own strength definitely has the strength to surpass the legend and even be close to the god-like.

But what is the origin of that young mage who can compete with His Holiness?

Roland pulled the blade of the holy sword out of his bones and looked up at the sky, his eyes showing the same surprise.

The soul contract was a two-way street, so he was able to vaguely observe Constantine's spiritual world at the moment.

The scene in front of Roland's eyes blurred and was replaced by an endless sea of stars, with stars containing all kinds of strange powers surrounding him.

The paladin involuntarily recalled the scene of the first time he signed a spiritual contract with Constantine

At that time, what I saw in my mind seemed to be this scene.

.......

"It's crazy"

On the plain, Samael shook his head, he was also a god-like, even if he was far away, he could still sense the power of the Venerable and Constantine.

Even the Demon King of the Abyss was afraid of those two forces.

Samael sensed that by this time, Constantine and His Holiness seemed to have flown away from the Desperate Mountains and were moving beyond the Wall.

This place should not stay for a long time, the demon king with keen perception made this judgment.

......

In the colorful plane canopy, a grand meteor shower fell.

From Starfall Canyon in the west to Fortress of Dawn in the east, countless trialists witnessed this spectacular spectacle and were amazed.

Only some strong people with keen mental power can vaguely catch the meteor swarm, and there seem to be two forms that exude powerful magic power looming.

The figures of His Holiness and Constantine kept changing.

In fact, from the beginning of the war to the present, they have never stayed in the same position for more than a second.

It's just that the speed at which they teleported was too fast, far exceeding the limit that ordinary powerhouses could perceive.

Both sides of the battle were close to the pinnacle of the arcane realm in their understanding of the rules of space, and they were able to move back and forth at a terrifying high speed.

During the rapid teleportation and teleportation of the two, magic and starlight intertwined back and forth, bombarding, blooming streamers across the sky, and energy storms swept and roared.

Any strong person, witnessing the battle between His Holiness and Constantine at this moment, would feel hopeless.

In their hands, magic seemed to be like dust and sand in the hands of children, and in a matter of moments, countless trembling high-level magic had been completed.

Behind the brilliant streamers and silhouettes in the sky are words such as "roar of destruction", "eternal frost", "realm of annihilation", "time standstill", "dimensional cutting", "great prophecy", "doomsday catastrophe", "mental concussion" and other nouns that make people breathless.

In front of such a common sense mage, distancing himself is tantamount to seeking death, and melee combat has no chance of winning.

The battle site rises from above the Desperate Mountains and extends to the sky high above the ground.

After the initial temptations, both Constantine and His Holiness decisively abandoned elemental and natural spells.

There is no way, due to the proximity to the crystal wall of the plane, the space-time environment at the height of the desperate plane has long been shattered under the impact of the magic of the void, and the magic elements are extremely thin, and it is too difficult to gather the elements.

Therefore, in the end, both sides switched to arcane and spiritual types to duel against magic that did not depend on the external environment.

At the same time, this also means that most of the supermagic skills are meaningless, and the test is purely the caster's understanding of the spell itself.

A flash of starlight pierced the sky, and Constantine teleported to the corner of the cloud-shrouded peak, and breathed a sigh of relief, the constellation around him had thinned out a lot.

With the computing power granted by the "Azure Star Field" and "Odin", he was extremely strong enough to survive the Venerable's magic that could destroy a city, but his own consumption should not be underestimated.

The spiritual power of the Great Magister is simply not enough to see under this level of battle.

At the most critical moment, he could only evade and respond with the help of the instinctive reactions that emerged from the depths of his soul.

The spiritual power belonging to "Constantine" has long been exhausted, and what has supported him to fight until now is entirely Odin's soul and knowledge.

However, even with the "Azure Star Domain" and Odin's real name, Constantine's current situation is not optimistic.

As one of the founders of the World Tree Council, His Holiness is truly terrifying in magic, approaching St. Faust in his heyday.

The chances of defeating the Venerable in a magic duel are almost nil.

Although Constantine could accurately predict the trajectory of each of the opponent's higher magic, the casting time, the attack range, the energy density, and other information, the Venerable's magic attacks were too dense and involved a huge amount of calculation.

He couldn't find a chance to fight back for a while.

Constantine tightened his grip on the pocket watch in his hand, the only object that shone a little bit of victory.

You only get one chance.

In the distance, the deep darkness moved towards the mountain peak.

His Holiness looked around, equally vigilant.

At the beginning of the battle, he was able to suppress Constantine with the massive spells and huge spiritual power he had accumulated, so that the boy could only rely on the star field to passively defend and dodge.

But as the battle progressed, His Holiness discovered that while Constantine was fighting, he was still learning at an astonishing speed, constantly simulating the spells he cast.

Under Odin's star eye, all the secrets of spells, and even the memories of His Holiness's past spells, were restored to the most essential spell models, presented in the eyes of Constantine, and imprinted in the depths of his soul.

This meant that every tens of seconds, His Holiness had to face the magic he himself had created and used.

It's like fighting in front of a mirror.

It's worthy of the guy who inherited Odin's real name.

The image in front of him reminded His Holiness of the battle that took place in the Central Mountains back then.

At present, Constantine's spiritual power is not as good as that of the woman in white, but it feels more dangerous to His Holiness.

He decided to do it quickly.

.......

The scarlet shadow of the sword sliced through the viscous air stained with blood mist, and lightning slashed into the samurai's chest.

The cyan armor-clad warrior of the Dragon Hall moved backwards with great agility, and with a light step, he dodged Siegfried's powerful slash, and the magic sword sank heavily into the floor of the main hall, and the stone shattered like soft cheese.

Qi Gefei took three steps and made two steps to catch up, raised his sword, and the blood-colored sword qi swept out.

The Dragon Hall warrior threw his sword behind him, pointed his toes on the ground, and suddenly flipped backwards, flashing the dark red sword light, his body leaned back in the air, and after landing on the ground, he caught the double sword and opened the distance again.

"It's hard!" Siegfried scolded.

The Dragon Temple warrior was extremely secretive, moving in a small area at a speed that caught up with the notoriously dexterous Bloodline killer, and possessed rare magical skills such as acceleration and stealth, which caused Siegfried's attacks to miss several times.

Fortunately, since childhood, under the guidance of Prince Delaenau, an epic killer, Siegfried adapted to the rhythm of fighting top assassins at an early age.

After a few rounds of dangerous attacks and defenses, Siegfried stepped closer, and slammed into his opponent with a sword in an extremely brutal manner.

The cyan light on the Dragon Hall warrior's body flashed, as if he had been blessed with some kind of state-type magic, and then, his speed suddenly accelerated, and his whole person melted into an afterimage, like a cyan lightning bolt traveling through the ground, stabbing straight ahead.

Siegfried let out a slight sneer, and faced it head-on, which was something he couldn't ask for.

Along the slice of the direction in which the dragon bone short sword stabbed out, the magic sword spilled a dark red sword shadow, and the surging dragon power rolled out.

However, this slash actually failed.

The samurai's body shattered like a reflection in the waves of water.

It's a trap!

Siegfried turned around at an astonishing speed, but it was still too late.

When he barely turned half of his body, two sharp sword lights illuminated the pupils of the dragon vein man, and the two vertical lines were extremely clear.

.......

Click!

The subtle sound fell on the ears of the two listeners, but it was like thunder.

Constantine suddenly appeared in His Holiness's field of vision, less than a hundred meters away.

There were no spatial fluctuations, because Constantine didn't use teleportation, just ordinary flight.

And the reason why it can appear so suddenly is because of the role of the fate pocket watch, which cancels the time interval of the flight and compresses it to less than a second.

Time and space are inherently one.

The stars around him were shining, and an invisible force field was released, and in an instant, the defensive enchantment around the dense Venerable was completely dispersed.

Seeing Constantine take the initiative to approach, His Holiness raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself Do you think that only you can use time-based arcane?

"Time stands still".

The Venerable spitted out the incantation, and an invisible arcane chain stretched out, locking the gears of time firmly.

The world stopped moving, and when you look through the broken dimensional crystal wall from the void, you will find that the entire desperate situation has become black and white, like an uncolored sketch.

Constantine's figure is also frozen in frozen time.

Only His Holiness, who is the caster, is not affected in any way.

He raised his palm, and countless magic runes as bright as stars couldn't stop flying around him, forming an incomparably gorgeous mana light curtain that enveloped him.

His Holiness chanted a lengthy incantation in a rare manner.

Even the Venerable who easily cast a forbidden spell needs to chant a spell, which must be extraordinary.

However, at this moment, Constantine, who was in a state of black and white, suddenly moved.

To be precise, it was his hand, the hand that held the silver pocket watch.

Countless starlight condensed on Constantine's fingertips, forming a shining point of light, aimed at His Holiness, and the pale blue light was dazzling.

His Holiness's eyelids jumped, and the incantation was almost interrupted.

The next moment, the light gushed and roared.

In an instant, the entire sky was dyed blue.