The top of the cavern still exuded the heat from High Priest Tima's magic circle, and the top of the massive fall of the rock took on a strange pitted shape, and there were still scattered rocks falling down until now. There was a small hole in a huge pothole, and the qi element carried the two of them and flew up.

Below is the Shura Hell of the Fire Sea Corpse Mountain, and after coming up from this cave entrance, it is a completely different world. A faint cold light emanated from the bryophytes around them, and a river clattered not far away. At the entrance of the cave, a young magician was looking down there, relieved to see that the qi element had come up safely.

"Talis rides, is this girl your friend?" Silvia could naturally see that the blizzard magic just now was manipulated by someone, and Talis didn't know how to do water magic.

Aimeh couldn't help but shrink back when she saw Sylvia, although the white magic light on the glorious armor looked peaceful and holy, but she was now subconsciously afraid and disgusted by the people of Celeste.

Sylvia was not there, he was still immersed in the ups and downs just now, and sighed: "It's really thanks to the two of you, otherwise I would have failed this mission." It doesn't matter if I die myself, it would be unforgivable to let His Majesty's plans go to waste. Now I just hope that Lord Lancelot, Wizard Caitlin will be able to ...... well."

"The teacher is here for Negan, too?" Talis was stunned. "Where is he now?"

"Judging by the screams, they may have killed Moriel. ”

Talis and Aimeh couldn't help but look in the direction of the scream, which was the direction Asa had gone.

The incomparably hard dragon scales flew up, and the blood burst out. The deep-seated scream of the Habitual Negan came out of the dragon's jaws of Morriel. The Cross of Light slashed diagonally through her right shoulder, slashing her shoulder blade and a rib downward, almost into her lungs, and the beast's blood gushing out like a fountain of blood. This injury is not just a simple slash that looks like this, the fighting energy and magic of the Holy Light Cross Sword have completely penetrated into the body of the dragon earth. The actual damage is at least twice as much as it appears on the outside.

Lancelot's heart in mid-air did not relax in the slightest, but tightened. Such a blow can be considered almost fatal, but it is only almost, not really fatal. Morriel barely moved her massive body in the nick of time, and the Holy Light Cross Sword that could have slashed her head was only slashed at her shoulder. No matter how fatal the wound is, as long as it is not really fatal, it can only be called an injury. And this is the strongest creature on the continent. No matter how many injuries she had, as long as she wasn't dead, it was likely someone else who died.

The screams still echoed and did not dissipate. Moriel's dragon eyes were more frenzied anger than pain. Her massive dragon mouth was still wide open, but it was not a scream, but a dragon's breath.

Red and yellow flames poured out of the dragon's mouth, and Lancelot bore the brunt of it. The Holy Light Cross Sword just now had exhausted all of his earthly fighting energy and strength, and he was in mid-air, unable to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, his figure was drowned in the surging sea of fire.

With a roar, the fire rolled and ran like a flood that had been accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and it was out of control, drowning Lancelot and then filling the entire cavern without the slightest hindrance. Involve all the rest of the Minotaurs and Temple Riders.

The heart-rending screams of the minotaurs did not last long, the lava-like dragon's breath could burn even the bones to ashes, and the remaining minotaurs and priests simply screamed and fell completely silent under the sea of fire.

It took a few seconds for the flames in Moriel's dragon's mouth to dissipate. She let out a feeble groan, and her massive body fell to the ground, a breath of dragon breath that was beyond her true limits, and was meant to be used when her strength was intact. Now in such a seriously injured condition, she almost vomited out her dragon heart and lungs.

The red-yellow flames gradually dissipated, and the minotaurs were all gone, and the blue ball of light shields appeared around the five Templar Knights, including Lancelot, who unfurled the divine shield on the glorious armor at the last moment, which was able to withstand the dragon's breath that melted gold and corroded bones.

Morriel's massive dragon body was lying on the ground. The wound on the shoulder was faintly visible to the bone, and the blood was not stopping. Just now, the dragon's breath turned all the stump corpses of the minotaurs into gas, and now this huge oil cave is full of the stench of dragon blood, and the faint breath emanates from the dragon's mouth, but no one can see that this giant beast is dying.

The former god of Negan, the strongest and most mysterious creature on the continent, is now not much stronger than a chicken, and she doesn't even have to worry about it, and she can't survive her injuries for much longer.

Lancelot let out a long breath. There were some traces left by the burning of the glorious armor on his body, as long as the time to open the Holy Guardian Shield was a little late just now, or the magic defense of this glorious armor was a little weaker, and he was at the forefront of the dragon's breath and couldn't even keep the corpse. Even those who are determined to be as determined as he is now have a somewhat trance-like unreal feeling of the victory in front of him.

But in the end, he won. As soon as Morriel died, the church's greatest scruples about Negan were gone, and if Sylvia and their good side had gone well, Nigja had been devastated and Erathia and the rest of the nations had no worries. And the skin and bones on Moriel's body will be used by skilled craftsmen to become the equipment of the Celeste warriors.

Crucially, as a powerful creature from the Elder Elves era, and the legend has it that dragons have a habit of collecting treasures, there's no reason why this dragon's lair wouldn't be a treasure trove. In a way, this is one of the biggest reasons why the queen is so interested in slaughtering Heiran.

Now this huge victory was waiting for him to reap the rewards, but Lancelot had a vague feeling that something was wrong. After slacking off a little because of the victory, he realized what was wrong. He looked back abruptly at the entrance of the cave.

The other four Templars also looked back abruptly at the entrance of the cave. After the dragon's breath that had just swept through all the spaces in the cave, there was actually a minotaur's breathing mixed with their breathing, right behind them.

Outside the entrance of the cave, the figure of a minotaur priest was surrounded by two fire elementals. It was these two elemental giants who were immune to flames that helped him resist the overwhelming dragon's breath just now.

The priestly robes on this minotaur priest were a little different from those of the other priests, and it was clear that this was probably the leader of the priesthood. It's just that he didn't open his mouth along the way, and from the beginning of the battle, he also put the demon man behind him with the other minotaur priests, and it seemed that he was no different from other priests.

However, the position he had been standing in was the furthest and farthest away from Moriel, and he even left the cave and stood in the passage outside the cave entrance, otherwise the monstrous dragon breath would not be able to resist it with just two fire elements.

A mage who can summon two elemental giants should indeed be a little different from other priests. But the most different thing is that he actually showed his strength at this time.

Just as the Templar and Lancelot were about to react, the unusual Minotaur Priest had two more scrolls in his hand and unfolded them into the cavern.

Torrents of mana flashed, and the scroll was reduced to ashes in the hands of the minotaur priest. It was as if nothing was coming out of the reels, or at least it seemed so. But at the same time as the scroll unfolded, the four Templars and Lancelot had already begun to leap towards it, and they all ran towards it. The two Templar Knights barely stood on their feet, and almost fell to their stomachs.

Moriel, who had been able to support his body a little, completely softened like a pile of mud. Her massive body crushed the rocks beneath her and began to crumble. And the whole cavern began to tremble slightly.

"Gravitational field?" Lancelot watched in disbelief as the minotaur priest struggled to spit out the word. He now felt like his breath was no longer air, but a clump of rock.

This is the earth-based single-line perfect magic, and although it is not as powerful as the flying stars of the air system, it is already a notch higher than the fire bomb. Within the range of this magic court, the gravity will be ten times higher than usual. If it is an ordinary person with a weak physique, within the scope of this earth-based ultimate spell, even the body will be pulled to pieces by its own weight.

Templars are naturally not ordinary people, but it is impossible for them to face this earth-based ultimate spell easily. Before they could even react to the converging magic, the Minotaur Priest pulled out another scroll and unfolded it.

This scroll just exploded with a blue light and dissipated, as if nothing had happened. But Lancelot recognized the blue light, which was the unique brilliance of the space demon man, and his face was even more surprised and ugly than when he discovered the gravity field just now: "Space lock?"