The falling frost that ran through his shoulder blades shimmered with the purple luster of demon blood and floated in front of Ma Fei, the snowflakes were chopped up, and they immediately recovered in the chaotic sound of shattering, and the blue-purple electric light shuttling through the snowflakes roared in the chaos, but the remarkable sense of existence on the sharp edge of the snowflakes quickly disappeared in the dim black phantom.

Perhaps this is a precursor to despair, to be deprived of self-esteem by the casual attacks of the enemy, and the tendency to be endlessly out of control.

Lovian himself was stuck in Mastma's binding force field, just like Orca, who was now locked within a few meters radius of Francis. Seeing Mastma still trying to maintain his own rhythm in the midst of the frenzied attacks, but this observation of the predetermined fate of defeat, coupled with the fact that it was impossible for Lovian to continue fighting, he believed that he would have fallen into a whirlpool of despair from which he could not extricate himself.

What is despair, the prelude to death and the afterlife, or a state of mind that should be absolutely obliterated? In the past time, no matter what happened in front of him, even if the former Emperor Arya came to the Kasha Mountains, what Lovian felt was only an infinitely magnified fear, not despair. The real despair was the feeling of complete emptiness when I saw my sister and mother disappear into my life on the last day.

Is this a prelude to helplessness?

The prelude snapped a few notes before he felt sluggish, and the brilliant white waves suddenly crashed into the guards of the Cross City in golden-red uniforms, and the earth elemental ripples in his face were like once-indestructible metal walls, tearing a gap in the strong morale of the Cross Brigade knights and their mounts together. The symphony of the knights of the Crusader Brigade, who had lost their bar regularity, was crushed by the sacred sound, a symbol of divine power, before it quickly transformed into another rhythm. Among the knight's war spears in white clothes and white horses, the Sanskrit sound that shook down in the air and could make the soul dizzy became more and more loud in the fluctuating thick fighting qi surge. The endless sound of the surging holy voice reverberates in the sound of the organ in this underground space. The iron-blooded cross that spans the underworld blooms into chaotic notes in the shock.

Despair stopped, and Lovian and Mastma stared at Ulysses II, the Holy Pope of the Earth, in the sky above. The golden light patterns turned into ancient symbols around him, and transformed into thin golden armor in the boundless holy sound. And at this moment, the Red Lotus Falling Spear in his hand finally revealed a little red after being silent for what should be called a slow time in this unpredictable battlefield.

This red is different from the extremely red ink color of the Cross Brigade Headquarters, but it is a real brilliance full of life and a touch of divinity. And after this layer of brilliance, Luo Wei'an vaguely saw seven slowly rotating red lotus virtual images.

"Blood Red Lotus?"

Lovian was surprised to say that the appearance had changed, but the soul had not changed in five hundred years. In his time, when the Holy Land was condensed with political power and divine power, the bloody red lotus used to be, and now the status of the Red Lotus falling divine spear - this is the weapon that belonged to the former emperor Arya.

An incomprehensible scream suddenly erupted from the seven red lotus phantoms. A strange mixture of perfect consciousness and frenzied madness, messy soul fluctuations bloom from it. The slow and sharp speed was cut a clear crack in the entangled spiritual vortex, and Ulysses dodged and swept out the soul fluctuation vortex of the Red Lotus Falling God, and it seemed that at the moment just now, he who woke up the Red Lotus Falling Divine Spear was also attacked by the spirit of the Red Lotus Falling Divine Spear.

A blinding silver shadow flashed, interrupting Lovien and Masterma's attention. As Mastma struggled to lift the frost again, Gigmont's path that had turned into a blurred shadow appeared in front of her as if it had been cut off by the silver light, and just before the blade was about to touch Mastma's skin, she forcibly staggered half a meter to avoid the incredibly fast silver light.

Under the shell of the earth element. It is the icy chill that the water element interprets that can freeze a qiē. The dark blue tip of the spear will touch the crimson ground beneath them, and this square inch has been plated with a layer of dark blue that seems to have gone through thousands of years of history.

The ice spear is transparent, and there seems to be dark blue blood flowing in the body of the gun. After a brief moment of hesitation, the Ice Fighting Qi and the Snow Frost Fighting Qi of Mastma fused with each other, creating an enchantment as soft as water but as tough as steel. Push Gigmont, who was about to pull back, away again.

"Ice Breaker...... Your Earth Saint Sect has all the hole cards this time!" Jigmont sneered, and shook the dagger a few times at will, and the black blade was immediately infected by the blue freeze after slashing forward a few meters. Shattered on the hard frozen ground.

The warhorse shook its blue frost-stained mane as it carried his master and his icebreaker. Landing proudly and lightly on the solid frozen ground. The blue ice water pattern on the white light armor emitted a soft blue light, which was especially vivid against the black background of Gigmont's body.

Possessor of a powerful ice-type fighting spirit on a war horse. This fourth-level mid-level powerhouse, who was enough to save them from the desperate battle situation, was not burly, and the white frost on his temples did not know whether it was a trace of time or an afterimage of ice. Luo Weian noticed that he didn't directly hold the extremely cold war spear with his hand, but only used his force field to hold this artifact, which was obviously a fourth-level strength that could not be fully controlled.

"Captain of the Knights of the Earth, Gregorian Knights. With a voice as cold as his ice spear, the Earth Knight Captain spoke to Lovien and Mastma and seemed to Gigmont. His name seemed to be a shock, and both Gigmund and the Crusader Knights behind her who heard this cold voice subconsciously lowered their weapons in their hands.

Gigmont narrowed his eyes slightly, looking back. Joshua and Violet, who had already broken free from the general seat control, rushed towards here like two kites, in the shock of the holy song. The twin crossbow spears in Joshua's hand lit up a dazzling blue light in midair, and in the large cloud of energy flames, two powerful and penetrating energy arrows cut off the entanglement between Francis and Savassy. Countless flying paper ribbons broke one after another in this simple arrow penetration that did not even spill out of energy, and in the broken pieces of paper, Francis once again threw the few remaining three-dimensional spiritual shock circles. The strong mental impact and the laws of battle were interrupted by a series of defeat factors, and Savassi shook off the paper tape in his hand with a muffled snort. Ride it back.

Without delay, Verin pushed out a golden mist of light with her hand, quickly forming in midair. In an instant, the arrow of light that was illuminated by the previous holy light was formed.

Sensing the mortal threat, Savassy let out a strange cry, and what appeared to be some form of liquid crystal's energy release poured out from the cracks in his heavy coat, reaching out countless hideous tentacles towards the arrows of light above him.

I thought that this time Savavasi's defense would be ignored without any doubt, just like the previous Xue Qingji and Hongya. But Savasi's strange defenses had apparently had an effect, and the outstretched tentacles quickly faded the light arrows in the cracking of glass, turning into a wisp of mist as they touched Savasi.

The knights of the Crusader Brigade behind Savassi quickly pulled him out of the battle circle, and it seemed that the consumption of Savassi himself by that strange spiritual defense just now was also very terrifying. I couldn't see his face under his hood, but the ribbon of energy that hovered around him never recovered.

"Boom!!-"

The battle circle in the sky changed again in the flutter of red lotus petals and the sweep of red silk, and a dark red bell made a loud noise in front of a giant hammer as huge as it did, and shook the space faintly. Ulysses had a gun as a handle. The giant hammer formed by the divine energy converging at the tip of the spear shattered at the same time, and the intense light element and the bright red water element collided and suddenly collapsed, and the gold and red filled the entire sky, obscuring the most magnificent details of the battle in the sky.

The red silk in the head seat's hand was folded and turned, turning into the shape of a dagger with the simplest handle. The screech of the red lotus sounded again, and Ulysses stepped lightly on his front foot, and the thin puffy clouds condensed and then broke up again, forming a perfect cloud ring around the two of them. The dark metallic spear pierced through the main seat's field of vision, and the front of the dagger was obliquely brushed against the face of the main seat.

The sense of distance becomes extremely illusory. Obviously, it was about to fall on the main seat, but at this moment, the position of the main seat changed mysteriously. There was no progression in between, just a shift and distortion of perspective, and the head sat strangely behind the tip of the gun. The two people who are obviously close to each other are so ordinary from Luo Weian's point of view. But when the focus of the retina fell on the tip of the gun and the chest of the main seat, the distance between the two strangely widened. Far and near are forcibly mixed together in the battle between the two men, and the contradiction quickly turns into vomiting in the incomprehensible brain processing of the spectators.

"Have you already touched the power of space?" muttered Lovian. This was in the past, when the balance of elements in this world was not so tilted. These two people should have broken through the bottleneck of the fourth level and reached the strength of the fifth level, right? The space between the two people has been distorted by the fact that they are so pure that they have nothing to do with the strength of the elemental control. The spatial frame of reference in which the two men live is no longer able to obey the ordinary laws of inertial frame motion and observation.

"How long will you hesitate?" Just as Lovian felt the thin, but truly human, not scroll-freed spatial power, a slightly playful voice sounded behind Lovian.

As soon as he turned around, a pair of wings with fiery tremors crashed into him. With his left arm almost cut off, he suddenly fell to the ground in the severe pain of the impact, but he still couldn't hide the surprise that his severed limb could be recovered.

"That's enough!" Masterma flicked her wings back to him, tugging him by the right arm and pulling him up, while giving Verin a brief demon salute.

Verin's expression flickered for a moment, and her expression stiffened a little as she looked at the former deputy commander. However, in such a dire situation, it is impossible for Mastma to notice these details, "That's all for my plan, it's your turn next." ”

Lovien gripped his wings and laboriously slipped them into the space ring that Mercedes had given him, wondering how he could explain the loss of the Elven King's piano at the Cross Brigade headquarters.

"Dongdu Linhai. He whispered, looking at the passages around the area that had been washed out by the Earth Knights, "They wouldn't have guessed that I was taking Orka into elven territory - although I know it's also a risk, it seems that fate is always on our side." ”

Mastma nodded, such a resolution only needs to be implemented. Francis panted and rushed to their side with Orka in the field. At this moment, Orka had fallen into a deep coma, but judging by her steady breath. The inhumane treatment she received during this time did not affect her life.

Once again, a large expanse of shattered light elements and broken red threads rippled in the air. When the collision of space forces between Ulysses and the main seat released the elastic potential energy of space, the huge turmoil directly attracted the ubiquitous light and dark elements and wind elements. Under such an impact, the natural non-magical active element suddenly possessed a vibration pattern that was almost active elemental, and the strong wind pressure came from the top, forcing Lovian, who had fallen to the lowest point, to fall on his back.

The chief of the Gregorian knights glanced indifferently at Olcarlovian and the others, who were no longer in danger of life, and then wordlessly pointed the passage to the earthly world not far away that was firmly guarded by the tenacious earth knights.

"What exactly did you use as an exchange for the help of the Earth Holy Sect?" Although the temporary escape from danger made a few of them breathe a sigh of relief, but after calming down, Luo Weian immediately considered that the current overall strength was only a mercenary organization that was not strong compared to the Cross Brigade, and Joshua and Verin were able to invite the most elite power of the Earth Holy Sect, so they must have made a rather heavy equivalent exchange.

Gregory sat on his horse and lowered his ice gun, seemingly reluctant to point the tip of the spear at the Criss Vista siblings, who were sorting out their crumpled clothes a few steps away.

Verin glanced at Luo Wei'an quietly, looking at the expression of this former Blood Moon Venerable who was too strict, and was about to choke when she was about to speak.

Joshua patted his evening gown. His voice was a little bitter, and he said, "We promise to use your power to collect the remaining strength of our clan, and spread the glory of the Holy Sect to the new land of the demon clan as much as possible. ”

The expected outburst didn't happen, and Lovian closed his eyes, muttered for a few seconds, then turned around laboriously and pointed in the direction of his mouth, "I don't want to comment on this now, but there is no doubt that you have transgressed some basic rights. ”

However, Mastema, who had the sense of magic ring, did not feel the gloom of Luo Wei'an's expression, and this contradictory perception even made her forget for a moment the possible loss and anger that Chris Vista and the others might bring when they privately promised the divine power of the demon race to the power of the human race.

The two men in the air were still colliding tentatively with great momentum. Each impact brought a huge roar of the Endless Holy Roar. The golden hammer reunited as soon as it shattered, turning into a swift meteor and rushing towards the main seat of an ink-colored robe again.

But this time, the main seat, which saw Orca galloping towards the exit, did not pick up Ulysses' attack again. Instead, he leaned over and staggered the space-locking sledgehammer. The seemingly light action uses almost all the power of the main seat, the distorted space is forcefully flattened, and the smooth spatial curvature brings the best acceleration conditions to the main seat. It is completely a speed movement, and even disturbs the optical path and wavelength of the light wave transmission in some rapid acceleration. It actually left behind him a trail of surreal style of rainbow colors.

Something happened suddenly, without warning, and since the beginning of the battle in the air, the general seat, who had never used all his strength, fully mobilized his fourth-level extreme power without warning, and freed himself from the spatial blockade of the Ulysses Red Lotus Falling Spear. With almost the ultimate speed in this world, he came to the top of these demons.

Scattered red silks fluttered softly behind them, wandering in front of each of them with slow and fast anomalous sensations in the refraction of space. The slender red threads fell one after another, and it only took a moment to describe them in an instant, and the red threads were able to cut into everyone's body, lock on everyone's most delicate nerve endings, and completely control their movements.

This is the extreme of speed, this speed has surpassed the reaction speed of other people's nerve reflex arcs, and only Luo Wei'an, who was once a fifth-level person, can see this qiē with the residual fifth-level perspective under the intense force oppression. An eerie wake-colored trail of colours, then regular streaks of spatial fluctuations, then a huge aerosol from a sonic boom, and finally a violent fire elemental storm that was suddenly activated by friction.

Layers of tapered trails, like a peeled bamboo shoot, Lovian clearly saw the transparent jaw arc under the thick hood of the main seat in the overlap of fast and slow space.

Seeing this qiē, one's consciousness can also perceive this qiē, but the signals sent out cannot synchronize one's body. Such a contradiction is perhaps the most painful torture that a once strong man can get after losing his power.

"Your name is still imprisoned in the Manju Sahua calendar. That legendary level 10 magic, right?"

In the overlap of fast and slow, a voice emerged that shattered the laws of space controlled by the head seat. Lovian suddenly remembered. Although Orka's strength has been exhausted, she is after all a powerhouse who mobilizes fourth-level strength with fifth-level understanding, and her realm must have exceeded the general seat where comprehension is still imprisoned in the fourth-level law.

The last three three-dimensional magic circles were quietly shattered, and Orka's understanding of strength combined with Francis's body's energy reserves, in an instant, the explosive power belonging to the Winged Demon had exceeded the maximum equivalent of the attack of this elven clan.

Lovean watched in amazement as Orca slowly swam his wounded fingers as time flew by, manipulating Francis, who had come to a halt in consciousness, to make a unique pose. Bring your hands together in a heart-hugging shape and open them outward. Turning your hands into knives.

Even Luo Wei'an, who once had a fifth-level power experience, saw every detail of the release of the Thousand Wings for the first time in his life.

The dark essence was withdrawn from the body, and the black color was immediately stripped away, leaving only the purest and unique dark element fluctuations showing a dark blue. With a slight jitter, the Dark Elementals changed their tremor pattern, turning into the silver-gray color that belonged to the Winged Demon.

The dark gray-silver elementals that had turned into flakes quickly coalesced, then coalesced into an almost imperceptible dot between Francis's hands. After a brief pause, the incomparably dense dot swelled and folded back into snowflake flakes. It is as if hundreds of millions of butterflies are flying in the air, twisting and folding, flying forward, gradually swooping forward in the slow flow of time.

This is the Thousand Wings Slash. The Winged Demon Clan claims to be able to cut off fate, the strongest attack skill of all intelligent life forms in Osiria.

Although there is no twin partner, Siu, Orka pulls and drives the Thousand Wings. It is still possible to completely cut off the first qiē attempt of the main seat.

Time suddenly accelerated unlimitedly in Luo Wei'an's eyes, and the intense energy fluctuations finally exceeded the limits of the remaining power he possessed. Returning to the field of view at normal speed, the details of a brilliant Thousand Wings Slash were gone. There were no thousands of butterflies fluttering, only a gray light flashing away.

Countless red threads paused for a moment. Then it quietly and neatly collapsed in this position, and the red silk that had lost its power control quickly turned into a thin fire element and escaped in the flat space.

A red scratch pierced the black robe of the main seat, and the corner of the elven slender body was exposed to the air, and the powerful impact and shear force of the Thousand Wings Slash interrupted the movement of the main seat in an instant, and at this moment it was the ice spear of Gregory, the head of the Earth Knights, and the angry giant hammer of Ulysses.

The main seat drifted away like a fallen leaf in a silent Sanskrit sound, and disappeared directly into a pile of ruins in the City of Crosses, shaking a large cloud of smoke and dust.

And the rapid speed of the release made Francis not even realize that he was the carrier of the Thousand Wings Slash, and could only find that the last three power reserve circles had disappeared at some point. Orka, who fell into a coma again, showed no signs of changing him.

The gray sword light slowly drifted away, and the remaining gray traces were pointing to the only exit, the swirling ascending corridor that shone with real sunlight. Siblings Mastema and Chris Vista took Lovian, Orca and Francis, who couldn't keep up with them, in a combined stance.

The remaining few hundred meters fell behind them in an instant, and there was no time to reminisce about the aftermath of the battle, and Lovian, whose mind had begun to become a little blurry due to slowing down time too much, gradually lost control of the clothes created by illusion. Mastma, who had already noticed this, frowned and threw a pile of very hard clothes on Lovian.

The feeling of being overweight with vertical acceleration faded away, and Lovian opened his eyes to the deserted savanna on the border between the provinces of Edelstein and Efandor. Baobab trees stand tall and mighty in the corners of the grassland, and the occasional bird passing by or the roar of a wild beast far away, this seemingly open and barren space is full of life and Osilian style.

Ulysses was already standing behind them, and before the remaining Earth Knights had withdrawn from the subterranean space, they were the only ones left in the frightening silence of the wilderness. The sudden switch from the chaotic and noisy battle to the complete silence of the wilderness made everyone more or less uncomfortable.

"What do you mean...... Do you want to make sense of the belief and limit us in the future?" The crowd and Ulysses II looked at each other silently, and Lovian remembered that Shinas had hoped that he would lead the demons to block the conflict between the Holy Cult and the Osilian Empire - the world situation that seemed so simple at the time was now so complicated by various factors, and the vicissitudes of life did not even require much attention from Lenna.

Ulysses stared at Lovian's eyes that had begun to revert to a yellow crystal with gray-blue eyes full of vicissitudes, and even though Lovian had gone through five hundred years of slumber, his life experience was still far inferior to that of the current Lord of the Holy Sect, whose time had left no trace on him.

"The Lord of the Earth is the creator of the world, so why should he divide and rule according to his clan?" Ulysses smiled indifferently, and then made a human "please" gesture to the southeast.

The piercing wound on his shoulder, which had been frozen by the snow frost fighting qi, began to melt, and the cold purple blood suddenly oozed out the cloth clothes he had just changed. Luo Weian casually burned the wound with the flame of the dark essence, turned around without saying a word, and Joshua and Verin behind him immediately pulled their own force field, and quickly flew in the direction of Dongdu Linhai with them, only the rearmost Mastma said "thank you" for the moment he missed Ulysses.

“...... The name and identity of the general seat were cast with an unnamed tenth-level magic six thousand years ago, which made the identity of the general seat of the past generations not face the risk of being exposed, because once the person who knew the identity of the general seat told this secret, even a super strong person at the peak of the fifth level would be killed under this ten-level magic in an instant. ”

“...... How is this, how is this possible?

"Truly powerful magic is not the attack of the Dang Ping or the destruction of the elemental storm, but the magic that changes the laws of the world and causes unbelievable results. This kind of magic does not have to be performed by a powerful magician, or even an ordinary person, if he has a true will and determination, he can change the world. ”

"Will...... And determination?"

"You've already touched it. (To be continued......)