"Mirroring?" the old man revisited the boy in front of him.

Skillful, quick-witted, and level-headed, Constantine displayed all the qualities of a top-notch assassin in a brief encounter of less than a few minutes.

But even so, Elvis only regarded the other party as an ordinary person, a powerful magician, against an ordinary person, there is an endless stream of magic to use, and mortals are destined to only use limited means to contend with it.

Therefore, even if he was forced to be quite embarrassed by Constantine, the inherent psychological advantage of this magician in front of ordinary people was still not lost, and the only thing that made him jealous was the crystal magic sword in the young man's hand.

It wasn't until Constantine had just used a mirror magic to get rid of Death Coil that Elvis was truly vigilant.

Dealing with a magician and dealing with a powerful killer with no magic power are two very different concepts, and Elvis, who has been walking in the night for many years, knows this.

"I ask you a question, even if you want to deal with Diana, why sacrifice the people of this town?" Constantine was the first to speak, his voice was calm, but there was a little more inexplicable emotion in his eyes as he looked at Elvis. "The townsfolk you used as sacrifices should be people you know well, right?"

Perhaps it was Constantine's gaze that made the old man feel a little stressed, and the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "I know Your Highness better than you, her strength even terrifies many people in the church, for me, if you want to kill her completely, you don't leave any handle, this is the only way, the only one who can fight against the angels is the demons." ”

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm just doing it to see the land of my hometown. The old man said, his voice full of disgust and weariness, "For a sinner like me, ascending to heaven is a luxury, and I only want to enjoy the last peace on earth before my soul falls into hell." ”

"And what about the people of this town, in their eyes, you are their most respected mayor, and you are indifferent to their lives or deaths?" asked Constantine.

"Don't say such stupid things, young man, you are also a person with a story. The old man said lightly, "When you live to my age, you will know that the opinions of the fools of the world are insignificant at all, even the brightest and holy Glorious Temple in the eyes of the world, there are also corners that cannot be seen." ”

"In God's eyes, there is no distinction between good and evil, only strength and weakness, victory and defeat, and the Lord's true favor is always only the strong. Otherwise, why do you think that after the Battle of Dawn, it is not dragons, elves, dwarves or any other race that dominates this continent, but only us humans have ushered in our own golden age, because we are the most powerful, and those once glorious races can only hide in the wild continent to survive. ”

"Absolute power means absolute freedom, freedom to control destiny. Incompetent mortals are only worthy of being used as bargaining chips in the game of the strong. The old man said indifferently, "So, I don't care at all how many people will die, even if it's my own waste son." ”

"Maybe you're right. Constantine replied, then shook his head, "But even so, I will not approve of your approach, if another student of my teacher is here, knowing what you have done, he will not hesitate to hunt you down, even if he chases you into the palace of His Majesty the Emperor, and will chop you to powder." ”

"It's ridiculous to say that I'm not much of a knight for justice, though I've had such boring thoughts. Constantine said to himself, "But if it were me, living in such a place, respected, recognized, and loved by all men, then for me, this place would be my homeland, and in order to protect my homeland, and to protect those incompetent mortals who love me, I would also choose to surrender my life, just like my father, who had been dead for many years." ”

"So, I want to say that of all the people I'm going to kill, you're the one that makes me sick the most. Constantine said as he stared at the old man earnestly.

"Kill me, do you have what it takes?" the old man smiled instead of being angry, "maybe, you may be the one who will die." ”

The old man's eyes became as cold as a falcon, his lips moved, and he began to chant another new incantation, and a scroll appeared in the air, and then burned rapidly, unsealing the huge energy from the thin scroll, turning into a raging wind that howled in the stone chamber, and faintly produced a scorching electric light in the wind.

Lightning, a very powerful elemental magic, is also one of the most favorite attack spells of high-level mages, this spell can be said to have the strength of most offensive spells, huge power, wide range, fast speed, and significant effect in actual combat.

There is even a saying among the high-level magicians that in a magic duel, whoever casts the magic first will already win half of the way.

The correctness of this statement has been proven in countless magical battles, so it has become the motto of many mages.

But many people have forgotten the second half of this famous saying: on the other hand, as long as you can successfully defend against this spell, it is likely that the victory in this duel will be yours.

Countless charges gathered in the air, and a brilliant blue arc pierced the air and fell on top of Constantine's head.

The moment he sensed this magic, Constantine had this thought.

Unlike the original Arcane Missile, this magic was swift and domineering, giving him no time to react, and even if he did, he would just die a slower death.

At the beginning, he didn't need to hide, but now, he can't dodge, and sometimes it's so helpless to fight.

Then you can only block hard.

When the scroll began to burn, he had already raised the morning light, and quickly swung it a few times, and a crystalline white light flowed out from the slender sword, like a turbulent white mist, the mist shimmered with white light, quickly crystallized in the air, and surrounded the young man.

The lightning was raging, the blue arc fell into the white mist, and the sound of countless tiny crystals cracking sounded in the air. Tiny rays of lightning flew in the clouds, like shading on snow-white porcelain.

The white mist swirled in the stone chamber, the fog was full of crystallized air particles, and the arc drilled into the mist to smash them one by one, smashing out countless bean-sized sparks, and the stone chamber was suddenly filled with fire trees and silver flowers. However, this time, the magic of the morning sun did not seem to completely stop the wild attack of the lightning, and the electricity rushed freely in the snow-white sea of clouds, like an ancient beast that could not wait to break out of its shackles, and the white cage was crumbling.

Constantine, however, did not back down.

Bending his knees and stepping up, he rushed out like a well-trained cheetah, facing countless shining lightning rays, and plunged headlong into the white mist.

"I wouldn't mind giving you a ride if you wanted to die. The old man said coldly, and then cast an arcane technique, "Magic Extreme", which caused the number of arcs to increase suddenly, and countless electric snakes tore together, converging into a dazzling wave of light, like a corner of the room flapping past.

A light purple glimmer flashed from Constantine's body, and the defensive magic of the Arcane Shield had been activated.

The old man's heart was relieved, although Constantine used magic to defend, but if the lightning spell was so easily blocked by a low-level arcane technique, it was not worthy of being a high-level spell, in his eyes, the young man in front of him was no different from a dead man.

The morning sun was still waving, creating a cloud of mist, trying to delay the invasion of the electric light, but it looked like it was a bit of a dying struggle, and from time to time a few electric snakes had fallen and struck the boy's feet.

Constantine seemed to have given up the struggle, he stopped, and in the sea of clouds raging with electricity, he looked at the lightning and crystalline clouds entangled in the distance, and lowered his sword.

"Have you given up?" thought the old man, and then he saw that Constantine had words in his mouth, as if he was chanting some incantation, and the old man only listened to a short passage before he knew that it was a blessing in the divine arts. He couldn't help but laugh dumbly, at this time, what effect could a primary divine spell do? Could he expect to bless a blessing spell to save his life?

"This distance should be enough!" Constantine suddenly said.

There was a milky white glow in the mist, a light peculiar to the Blessing Technique. Then, he threw the light into the center of the magic circle in the room.

The old man's pupils shrank, and he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly recited the incantation, but it was already too late.

The light fell into the magic array, like clear water mixed with boiling oil, the entire magic array boiled, the dark green light soared, and the mouth of the pitch-black hole suspended above the magic array spewed out a chaotic energy, and the storm of energy seemed to roar, fiercely impacting the collapsed church ruins, rolling up countless dust and rubble, lightning and clouds were wiped out in front of this terrifying torrent of energy.

"You madman!" Elvis said angrily, and at the same time had to use all his skills to fight against the destructive power that erupted from the abyss, as the arranger of the magic circle, he naturally knew what had just happened, the divine power contained in the blessing technique interfered with the operation of the magic circle, and the dark power from the abyss felt this energy that was repulsive to him, so he took the initiative to fight back.

The two attributes of the sacred and the dark are naturally opposed, even if it is a lowest-level divine art, it may be fatal for the black magic array, originally in order to prevent Diana from destroying the magic circle with divine magic, Elvester intended to lay protective magic around the magic array, but with the advent of the demon king, the collapse of the church, this protective magic will naturally become invalid.

In an instant, the old man had already superimposed dozens of layers of magic walls on himself, including the lowest-level "Arcane Shield", as well as the higher-level "Damage Immunity", "Phantom", "Energy Reflection", "Heavenly Blessing", and "Adelan's Mirror".

Layers of magical defenses were extinguished under the impact of the storm, reduced to magical energy disappearing into the dark wind, the storm slammed into the remnants of the church, the roar resounded through the four fields, and the ruins of the ruins let out a whimper of pain under the sweep of the abyssal storm.

When the storm cleared, Elvis stood alone on a stone slab, and the ruins of the church were not even visible, shattered in the fury of the Abyssal Storm. All that remains is the entrance to the abyss, standing alone.

"Fortunately, the magic array is still there, and that kid is finished. This is a fact that reassures the old man a little.

He pondered his next move, what he was going to do, but was shocked to find that his feet had frozen in two snow-white crystals.

"You shouldn't let your guard down at any time!" the young man's lazy voice came from behind him, and when Elvis turned around, he saw that the young man had actually come out of the black hole, and Constantine looked at him calmly, although there were a few burnt marks on his black monk's robe, it could almost be said that he was unharmed.

"It can't be. This was the old man's first thought, no one knew better than him where the black hole was going, he even thought he was dazzled, but the numbness that came back from his feet reminded him that it was true.

"I don't understand it, right, it's okay, in hell, there's time for you to think. ”

Elvis was still trying to make a final struggle, and all the spells he had learned in his life flashed through his mind like electricity, and he raised his hands to gather all his magic.

Constantine also did not have the habit of appreciating his opponent's expression and delaying the opportunity to make the opponent turn the tables, and as soon as the words fell, his sword was already swung down.

Dawn slashed down with a crystal-colored arc of light, colliding with the magic power that the old man had meditated on all his life, shattering the shield condensed by the magic power, and slashing at Elvis's neck, crystallized as soon as the blood spurted out.

"Legendary Weapon...... Elvis muttered, and at the end of his life, he finally confirmed that the sword that killed him in front of him was a legendary magic weapon.

The old man finally fell.

Losing the source of magic power, the light of the magic array dimmed, and the black portal twisted, rippling black ripples, as if unwilling to disappear.

The fire demon in the distance, his whole body was blazing, the flame whip in his hand was swinging violently, the fiery red horns were high, and the attacks of the knights caused it a lot of damage, but it was far from being fatal.

The Evil Soul Wizard and the Arcanist and the Light Priest fought a spellcaster battle on the other side of the battlefield, where the Holy Light, the Arcane energy, and the dark magic from the abyss collided, and although the Priests on the human side had the upper hand, it was clearly a battle that could not be won or lost in a short period of time.

And the confrontation that decided everyone's fate still continued in an orderly manner in the air.

Suddenly, the flames on the fire demon's body went out, and he stumbled backwards, letting out a reluctant roar and disappearing into a cloud of dark red flames.

The Evil Soul Wizard was not so lucky, and when it sensed the weakening of the magic coming from afar, the magic of the Light Sacrifice had already fallen on top of its head, and it was blocked by the Arcanist with a spatial force field, and it could not even let out a scream, and turned into a wisp of green smoke in the holy light.

The pitch-black canopy in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the clear sky returned to the sight of the people of Quanshui Town, and in the clear blue sky in the field of vision, the two opposing powerhouses were standing in different places, staring at each other.

Angels and demons.