"Slash!" Arastel roared, and the elemental flames on the Halomoon of the Hallowed exploded at this moment, turning into a giant firebird that screeched towards the sea troll Crecan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boom!" the firebird slammed into Creken's body, and countless flames splattered out, as beautiful as brilliant fireworks. However, the deformation of the air around the flame shows that the flame is not only beautiful, but also extremely hot.

Creekon screamed, and the troll's cry echoed throughout Sea Shake City, showing its pain. Huge tentacles flapped frantically against the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

But the flames stuck to Crekan like maggots on tarsal bones, and eventually Crekon could not bear the pain anymore and broke off the two tentacles that had been completely enveloped in elemental flames.

At this time, in addition to these two tentacles, there are many other burning wounds on Crikeken's body, if it weren't for its strong recovery power, its huge size also makes its body almost contain endless magic, making it rough and thick, extremely resistant to beating, Kriken may have been killed by Arastrel.

In fact, the wounds on Creken's body were healing at this time, and even the severed tentacles were now starting to grow again.

Of course, although Corion is very resistant to beating, under the crazy attack of Arastrel, the aura of Corion at this time has begun to decline. Corion left the sea and came to shore, and with a single blow he collapsed the wall, seemingly with ease.

But it also paid a huge price, and after leaving the sea, its movement became extremely slow, and the flames of Arastel did far more damage to it than before, facing an angry mid-sanctuary powerhouse. Even though it is very resistant to beating, it is a matter of time before it is killed, because once it comes ashore, it does not even have the ability to escape.

"Nick, get out of here. "The eight-armed Naga Chesterton also found out about this, so he intends to get rid of Archbishop Nick's entanglement. Surge of magic energy poured out of his body and converged towards the trident.

I saw that the ice elemental quickly converged on the trident, forcibly condensing into a mass of magical ice with an extremely low temperature.

"Icebreaker Flying Blade!" Chesterton slammed the trident into the magic ice, which shattered into countless ice blades with a crisp sound, flying towards Nick.

In the process, the cold air emitted by these ice blades also made their size grow rapidly, and it only took a moment to become several meters long.

But Nick didn't panic when he saw this, but he opened the Bible in his hand and recited the incantation on it unhurriedly.

"God says that my preacher is an extension of my will, blessed and protected by my light!"

Rich holy light erupted from the book, and behind Nick, a vague angel phantom appeared, only to see the angel's golden wings snap away, firmly protecting Nick.

The huge ice blade slammed into the angel wings, and the golden wings condensed by energy continued to fall off, but they couldn't hurt Nick's body in the slightest.

"Damn old thing. Chesterton scolded angrily, and he could also see that Nick had obviously grasped his current anxious state of mind, so he was ready to be a shrunken turtle and consume his strength little by little.

"Very well, Archbishop Nick, give me a little more time, and I'll slaughter this big octopus. Arastel said to Nick.

"Rest assured, I'm not sure I'll be able to beat Chesterton, but I'll be able to hold him back, old man. Nick stroked his white beard and laughed.

"Old thing, if you have the ability, you have always been a shrinking turtle, I see if you can block it again. Chesterton snorted coldly, the magic power on his body continued to rise, obviously desperate.

Nick's cloudy eyes narrowed when he heard this, and the holy light on his body began to increase. "What, are you underestimating my old bones?"

Arastel watched this scene, silently retracted his gaze, and the attack on Krekon became more aggressive. The changes in Shaking Sea City, he saw it from beginning to end.

Watching the pillars of blood light rise into the sky, and the underground corridor that was once used for refuge turned into a magical passage through which the magic power flowed, and watched this super giant altar rise little by little. Arastel was more anxious than anyone else, his elder brother Duke of Shaking Sea City, the children of the Spiral Demon Society who were growing up rapidly, and the 500,000 people of Shaking Sea City, etc., one thing after another oppressed Arastel's nerves, making him want to turn around immediately.

But he couldn't, he could destroy the Sacred Sea Beast that had been strengthening the city walls for many years with a single blow, and the result would be terrifying, it was simply unimaginable.

"So you have to die!" Arastel clenched his teeth, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowing.

Another huge flame sword qi slashed out, whipping at Corion's body like a whip, tearing a huge wound on his body. And under its tough skin, thick oil is exposed.

The grease that could have helped it resist more damage made the elemental flame burn more vigorously after encountering the elemental flame.

Corion screamed in pain, the wound on its main body, but it couldn't be severed like a tentacle. Burned, in agony from the elemental flames, he was forced to slap himself with his tentacles, expanding the wound with the same effort, spurting blood with the magic of ice in the hope of extinguishing the flames.

"Do you think I'll give you a chance?" Like a flood, the fighting energy surged out from his body, and the elemental flames attached to his body were like pouring gasoline at this time, expanding rapidly, making Arastel suddenly turn into a huge fire man.

Holding the flaming greatsword that had also grown larger, Arastel swung out sword qi one after another, severing Crecan's tentacles one by one.

After fighting the Sea Clan so many times, he knew very well how tenacious this monster's vitality was, and even if he cut off all its tentacles, it would not be able to die.

But even so, it still has a weakness, that is, the magic core of this monster - the magic core, and after such a long time of entanglement, Arastel has already roughly judged the location of this guy's magic core.

Corion's tentacles swung wildly, and the tentacles containing spatial power could easily shatter all mortal things, just like shaking the walls of Sea City, but they couldn't stop Arastel's sword qi.

And as Crecan's injuries become more and more, Arastel is more and more sure of its core according to the flow of magic on his body, and the flame giant is getting closer to Corion a little bit, and the resistance of this ocean overlord will only be contaminated with more elemental flames, and Corion is already in a desperate situation.

"Die!" Arastel lifted Kazuki with a triumphant smile on his face, he was absolutely sure that if this blow could not kill the sea troll, it would completely crush it. And as long as the Holy Domain is solved, it will be easy for the vacated power to deal with the Sea Clan, and the Sea Shaking City is not over yet.

At this moment, Arastel suddenly felt the temperature around him drop rapidly, and one after another ice blades containing the power of extreme cold crashed into the flame giant.

"How come?" Arastel turned to look at the countless ice blades, his face full of disbelief, but the cold that invaded his body made Arastel know that now was not the time to be in a daze.

In order to resist these ice blades, he unwillingly glanced at the already scarred Creken, and Arastel had to shoot out all the elemental flames on his body.

Ice and fire collided violently in the air, and a giant white mushroom cloud rose, which immediately turned into warm raindrops and fell.

But in the midst of this mist, a golden light flashed, piercing through Arastel's abdomen when the old force had just gone to the new force.

And Arastel also saw clearly what this golden light was, it was a golden feather, an angel feather condensed from the holy light.

"Nick, what are you doing?" said Arastel glared at the white-haired old man with a golden glow.

"Purge my lord of the aliens—sons of demons!" Nick looked at Arastel indifferently, and there was no mercy on his face, only full of disgust.