The holy light clings to the skin, like golden vines, constantly rising along the palms of the hand, winding and circling, seemingly slow, but in the blink of an eye, it has spread all over the body.

Eventually, the fine lines of gold poured into Lan Luoz's eyes.

Like a lighthouse juxtaposed in the dark night, the blue color in the elf's eyes disappeared, leaving only a brilliant and brilliant golden light!

If you look closely, you will find that his dilated pupils have long since lost focus.

As if wrapped in countless soft clouds, the sun shines all over the body, warm and soft, as if soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter, and the comfortable and soothing pleasure makes Lanlos almost sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Soon, though, his attention was drawn to what was in front of him.

Scenes of vague memory fragments flashed from the sunlight lingering in the sky, and the unfamiliar but familiar images made him lose his mind for a while.

The revolutionary wars of the Dark Empire, the rise of Ulduar, the fall of Galakron, the betrayal of Loken, the pursuit of Krasis......

Eventually, the scene freezes in a huge pit filled with arcane energy, with two massive, broken bodies lying silently in it.

Then, the surrounding arcane energy suddenly began to converge to the center extremely quickly, and the metal body belonging to the guardian was completely covered with these energies, and when the bright purple streamer climbed up the silver hand of the left arm, a magical scene appeared.

The golden glow centered on the silver hand spread unstoppably and rapidly, completely obscuring Tyr's body in the blink of an eye. It is like a sun lying on the ground, completely illuminating the entire crater.

Watching the sun melt and separate, eventually turning into eight spherical golden flames, the wrinkles between Lanlos's brows deepened.

The power of arcane power represents order and creation, the creation of technology, the creation of life, and even the ability to create light, and shadow.

Of course, the creation of the Light only illustrates the multiplicity of arcane powers, not that Til is more powerful or older than a pure Light creature like Naru.

However, one thing is very telling, the power of the Holy Light has the same path, and it is still a positive spiritual force in essence. In contrast to the nature of evil that can go mad and destroy itself, the Light and its users grow together, and the tenacious will and soul can gain great power, and the more powerful the Light, the more it can strengthen the user's mind.

Seeing this, Lanlos suddenly remembered what Sagrete had said to himself, that the arcane can resist the destruction of his will by evil energy to a certain extent.

I see......

Just as Lan Loth mouth suddenly opened, the light curtain in front of him suddenly vibrated violently, and under the surprised gaze of the elven mage, the brilliant and dazzling light gradually condensed and merged, turning into a majestic and familiar giant statue.

No, that's not a statue!

"Mortal. The thunder rolled in, like a mountain and a sea, and the thick and loud voice continued to echo in Lan Luos's mind, and the solemn momentum made him unconsciously hold his breath, "Why, you have the breath of the Creator in you?"

The Creator, the Titan, and I?

Raising his head, Lanlos looked at the phantom of the guardian in front of him with a puzzled face, and was about to reply, but his reaction made him take a big start.

I saw wisps of emerald green streamers surging from all corners of his body, constantly intertwining and merging, and quickly turned into an irregular wedge-shaped cone on Lanloth's chest, of course, green.

Rumble!

The embodied Sagrete made the giant in front of him tremble suddenly, and the next moment, the originally soft divine light seemed to burn, and the scorching heat was like countless spikes, piercing into Lanloth's body!

"Ahh

He couldn't do anything but scream.

"How dare you desecrate the sacred relics of the Creator, mortal, you are so daring!"

His eyes, closed in pain, struggled to open a thin line, and Lanlos watched the glowing giant in front of him approach, trying to speak, but unable to break free.

Who said the Light must be a save?

Seeing that the spirit of Tyr was so unkindly stubborn, his anger filled Lanloth's chest in an instant like an influx of seawater.

the light!

The black-and-green flames soared violently, and the chaotic energy that destroyed everything instantly tore through the golden light around Lanros.

"Dirty power!" The Soul of Tyr snorted disdainfully, reaching out to clench his fist, and hammered down on Lanloth.

At this moment, Lanlos has only one feeling, the sky, collapsed!

"Not even the Burning Legion that destroyed the Pantheon can't kill me, it's just a wisp of remnant soul of the Titan's creation, you, why?!" Lanlos raised his head to the sky and roared, pushed by unparalleled power, like a dragon out of a hole, and sprinted straight towards the unstoppable fist.

The chaotic fire around him was like anger in his heart, tearing open a huge dark gap in this golden and gorgeous space.

Rumble!

The deafening loud sound seemed to have turned into substance, constantly echoing in this space, crashing, and violently trembling, making people have to worry about whether it would collapse completely.

The dim black-green flames and the dazzling golden light split in half, impacting and tearing at each other, lasting for a long time, making people stunned.

Floating in the air, Lanloth gasped for breath, controlling his energy to continuously tear apart and expel the spikes of holy light that pierced into the flesh. The flesh was constantly burned and purified, the flesh was torn apart, and the pain made him tremble involuntarily.

But he didn't fail.

On the other side, Tyr's phantom roared and slowly fell backwards, his fist-clenched right arm torn apart by the majestic flames of chaos, turning into wisps of shattered golden light, like butterflies flying in the jungle, gradually dissipating and disappearing.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Luos immediately put his hands upside down, and the complicated spell quickly moved, gradually towards the palms that were separated on both sides, and the azure electric light looked so out of place under the reflection of the dark energy.

But soon, as the flames of chaos wrapped around the surface of the lightning like a creeper, the originally blue thunder dimmed little by little, and the emerald green luster soon covered it completely.

“Lanza del Relámpago......”

The familiar and unfamiliar Thunder Spear, with the blessing of evil energy, the ominous aura of destruction made the surrounding golden light seem to tremble faintly.

"I admire justice and sacrifice, but I never flaunt justice. Reaching out and grabbing the haunting Thunder Spear, ignoring the dark lightning that licked his arm, Lanloth slowly raised it above his shoulder, whispering to himself as he aimed at the golden giant trying to get back on his feet, "I just want to live." ”

"Kill me?" The fire of evil energy rising in Lanlos's eyes exploded violently, and the hideous smile on the corner of his mouth was like a demon, and he grabbed the right arm of the spear and threw it forward: "Please, weigh yourself first!"

Shout!

The sky was torn apart by a long emerald green line, enveloped in an unrivaled aura of destruction, and the spear of thunder galloped straight towards the golden giant's brow.

The next moment, however, the smile on Lanloth's face froze.

The brownish-green wedge-shaped keystone suddenly appeared in front of the Thunder Spear, only to see a faint flash of light, and a black vortex the size of a millstone suddenly appeared.

This is, the portal?

The galloping spear disappeared abruptly, leaving Lanlos alone with disbelief on his face.

"Sagrete ......"

"The remnant of this Titan creation was awakened by me, and I'm sorry to trouble you, but Lanloth, please give me time. ”

After teleporting away the Thunder Spear, Sagrete reverted to a wedge-shaped keystone form. A familiar mechanical-textured voice echoed in his head, and Lanloth's strength calmed down the anger in his heart.

During this time, the golden giant stood up again, but with the Keystone in front of him, he did not continue to attack Lanloth.

Under Lanros's surprised gaze, Sagret's keystone suddenly bloomed with a faint streamer, and then, familiar scenes suddenly flashed in the air.

Bodies burning with pitch-black flames, high-pitched curved horns, emerald green tattoos of evil powers, and broad wings that obscure the sky and the sun...... Looking at the familiar ominous figure in the picture, Lanlos unconsciously clenched his fists.

The exchange between the two Titans ended quickly, and although Lanloth didn't understand it, it was clear that it had nothing to do with him.

Watching the giant who once again focused on himself slowly approaching, the elven mage's eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time, he was vigilant, but he also restrained the chaotic energy around him a lot.

He had always been willing to accept the kindness of the other party in the right situation, and he could feel that the murderous aura in the eyes of the soul of Tyr had disappeared.