Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and exploding sawdust and shards flew high behind him, and the powerful impact tossed the Hylagar and Viku warriors into the air, their different faces showing the same horror.

Lanlos was standing on the verge of the explosion, looking at the almost entire broken hull, but there was no joy on his face that the mission had been completed. Yes, it's just boundless horror.

"I am at the helm of Nagfar, and I control everything about it, even if it is, life and death. "The raised lantern rose with a burst of soul fire, and the tongue of greedy fire screamed out, and in the hoarse wails of the multitudes of Hylagar, their bodies were brutally torn apart.

The flames were not satisfied, and in Hablon's hideous smile, half of the tongues of fire pierced the deck like an awl, and only a moment later, countless terrible howls resounded throughout the sea.

Even more creepy is yet to come.

Pale flames continued to erupt from the cracks in the hull, like a plague, from the bow of the ship to the entire Nagfar, and under the response of countless terrible wails, the debris trapped in the air suddenly returned the same way at a great speed!

Crash!

The invisible force cleared the waves, and the broken planks and bones were restored under Lanloth's nose, and the sloping deck stabilized.

Looking at the still unchanged face of Hylagal at the bow of the ship, Lanlos's eyes fluttered violently at an extremely exaggerated frequency.

Not to mention this amazing power that is like going back in time, those mana crystals were all bought back by him with real money!

Such an extravagant money offensive was actually disintegrated by the other party so lightly?

However, no matter how unwilling he was, Hablon didn't bother at all, seeing that the flame in the lantern was obviously dimmed, he took a deep breath, and the deep black light engulfed him in an instant: "Mortal, death has come!"

Call!

A dark storm ravaged everything around him, and endless shadow magic spread rapidly in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye. Shocked by the death-laden hurricane that flooded the bow of the ship and gradually engulfed the remaining clearing on deck, Lanross was shocked, and put aside the heartache of wasting money, grabbed his sword and charged.

"Quick, stop him!"

"For Hela's glory!"

The elven mage had barely taken a step when a burly Hylagal warrior stabbed the floor beneath him with a spear. If it weren't for his timely dodge, it wouldn't have been just the floor.

"!" his right foot nearly smashed the floor, and Ranros picked up his whirring left leg and kicked it into the wide open middle door like lightning.

The indescribable pain spread through his limbs like high-voltage electricity, and the ghost warrior instantly curled up, his eyeballs as if they were about to erupt from his sockets. This is enough to remember the pain for a lifetime, and even makes him temporarily forget his screams.

This can't be blamed on Lanlos, after all, the size disadvantage is too obvious, and this is the most suitable weakness he can find.

But so far, the effect is outstanding.

With one kick to destroy the enemy, Lanloth's sinister eyes swept over the Hylagar who had a clearly flinching look on their faces, and taking advantage of their instinctive retreat, he immediately turned into an elongated shadow and sped straight towards Hablon, who was shrouded in the shadow storm.

When the strong wind passed by, the Hylagals quickly came to their senses and raised their weapons to intercept them, but the figures of the same size happened to block their way first.

"Filthy spirits, go back to your hell!" roaring and wielding his greatsword, Gael slaughtered the ghosts long ago with unmatched strength and skill, like a lion rushing into the flock.

The noise in his ears did not affect the mage's footsteps, and while the two sides opened the curtain of the scuffle, Lanlos had already come to the front of the storm.

O Light, give me strength!

Ding——!

Accompanied by a melodious chant, golden satin-like wings stretched out from his shoulders, and the scorching golden flames roared and burst into flames on his body. With the fury of vengeance, Lanlos stepped forward with a roar that soared into the sky.

The daring roar set off a storm that was visible to the naked eye, and it actually forced the shadow magic back violently. As the golden wings behind him shook hard, Lanloth swung the Sword of Sanctions, and the golden sword light directly split the pitch-black storm in a sharp roar.

Hablon looked at the blinding light in front of him, a rare look of horror lingering on his face.

The next moment, I saw Lanlos raise his left hand, and a golden holy hammer immediately fell from the sky, with a terrifying howl, like thunder, piercing the sky and crashing straight into it.

The speed and power of the Hammer of Sanction were simply not something that Haburon, as a spellcaster, could dodge. The Holy Hammer slammed into his face, and with the sound of piercing bones intertwining, Lanlos immediately raised his sword and swung it.

Holy Storm!

Call!

The golden flash seemed to illuminate the entire ocean, and the howling storm of holy light easily shattered the shadows and bombarded Hablon's chest like a bamboo.

However, Lanloth's eyes, sharp enough to penetrate this dazzling brilliance, did not show the slightest relaxation or joy.

Soon, the light dimmed, and in front of him was Hablon who was surrounded by the flames of the Divine Fire that were gradually extinguishing. Despite his awkward appearance, he still clutched the lantern, and in his other hand, at some point, an extra giant scythe made of pure shadow magic stood in front of him.

This guy has never been a talkative person. While Lanloth was breathing, Hablon didn't even care about the sacred fire that was still burning his body, stepped forward, and directly picked up the giant scythe and smashed it.

Suddenly startled, Lan Los could only raise his sword to block in a hurry.

Yikes!

Even though it was stuck in the scythe's throat, the narrow blade bit his shoulder. Strangely, the razor-sharp shadow magic didn't seem to cut his body?

Hablon didn't care so much, although he successfully suppressed the other party, he was not idle, but immediately raised the lantern.

Reflected in Lanloth's eyes was a roaring flame of soul.

Rumble!

The pale flames seemed to faintly emit the wails of countless dead, and the golden light that could not be seen directly was actually completely engulfed.

"Lanloth!"

"Boy!"

The ominous energy of death spread throughout the Nagfar, and Stella and Gail, who were struggling to resist the tidal wave of Hylagar, looked sideways. However, just when the worries were just emerging, in the pale flames, a lonely, but increasingly intense golden flash ignited their confidence.

Only to hear a deafening roar, what the wails of the dead, what soul fire, all were stirred to pieces, and Hablon, who faced this explosive bombardment of divine energy, was thrown up in an uncontrollable scream.

When he fell on the crash corner, the churning steam and dust slowly dissipated, revealing the unscathed elf inside.

The shield of revenge can not only absorb damage, but also reverse this power, attacking them with their spears.

It's just a.

The corners of his mouth were raised high, Lanloth's legs were slightly bent, and the explosive power was instantly transmitted to the deck, only to hear a terrible wail from the wooden board, and his whole person turned into a golden meteor and charged forward.

On the golden sword, Wind Fury showed a hurricane visible to the naked eye, constantly churning the air and speeding up Adruin's trajectory to a level that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

The deadly threat was approaching, and Hablon abandoned his usual composure, and his face was actually full of fear?

Leaving aside the momentary doubts in his mind, Lanloth leapt through the bow with lightning speed, and the sword of sanction slashed out one after another with the blessing of the wind fury.

The golden sword light easily sliced through Hablon's robes, and the dark skin was evenly divided, and the scattered pale soul swayed into the air like blood.

The blade of the sword left several hideous marks on the skull-like impact of the giant dragon, and Lanlos, who had restrained the attack, gasped and stepped back half a step. Looking at Hylagar, who had dissipated in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.