- Eight Masters and Saruman -

Saruman's current mage realm is the pinnacle of the Great Mage,

It's already very close to the realm of the Magister. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it's just such a little bit of a gap,

Let his magic not pose a real threat to the Eighth Master.

Saruman can only use high-level magic,

However, the eighth master can use special magic.

The spell level gap is there,

No matter how much Saruman tried to break his head, it would be difficult to break through the Eighth Master's Ice Spirit Battle Armor.

Plus now there are fifty Ice Spirit Flying Knives flying around the Eighth Master,

Saruman had no chance of winning.

He has decided to use the temple's forbidden art of light,

Temporarily improve your spiritual power realm,

In order to cast those special magic that should not be mastered at his level.

However, there is a great price to pay for using the forbidden art of light,

That is to give back with one's own life.

One year of life for one minute of spiritual realm improvement.

A battle to the death with the eighth master will take at least ten minutes to solve.

He's sixty-five years old.

Subtracting ten years of life, that's the equivalent of a person in seventy or eighty years.

The lifespan of a great magician can generally reach about one hundred and fifty years.

Saruman could have taken a gamble.

Another reason that made Saruman decide to use the forbidden technique was that

He is about to be transformed into a lich, and if he becomes a lich, he will have a near-infinite life.

Then he doesn't have to worry about the mere ten years of life.

With such a guarantee, he was determined to pay attention to the fight of the open.

Just as he was about to use the forbidden technique, the eighth master suddenly interrupted him.

"You...... Do you really want to be a lich so much?"

Saruman was stunned, he didn't expect the eighth master to ask such a question.

He had been thinking about this question for a long time.

Before he changed it, he hadn't met the eighth master yet, and he would answer in the affirmative.

But since he had observed this younger magister for a long time,

His heart was shaking.

He is actually very jealous of the eighth master.

Before he was fifty, he had already broken through the realm of the Magister, and his skills in casting spells were far superior to his.

He was very unconvinced, he thought that he had put in the effort that was not inferior to that of any mage,

But until the age of sixty-five, he was still hanging on the edge of the peak of the great magician, and he couldn't break through.

If he hadn't had the opportunity to become a lich, he might have worked hard for another five or six years to be promoted to a magister.

But just when he was most hungry for power, the lich found him.

He was given high praise and invited to join the Lich Clan.

He was hesitant.

When the Lich succeeded in prying Mugir and telling him the news, his last line of defense was broken.

Since an old colleague can give up his human identity for his own goals, then what is there to hesitate about.

The lifespan of human beings is only a hundred years, and even if they become a magister and a great magister, they can only increase their lifespan by another two or three hundred years at most.

If you have good qualifications, diligence, and good opportunities, you are lucky enough to break through to become a magic sage and a great magic sage before you die.

That's a lifespan of 500 to 800 years.

But what's the use, after 500 to 800 years of life, this life's efforts will be in vain.

What strength, what realm, what status, what achievement, all are gone.

If you become a lich, not only will you easily break through the realm of the Great Magician,

Become a general-level lich with the strength of the Magister realm, and you can also gain almost unlimited life.

In that way, you will be able to retain all your strengths, realms, and achievements.

However, these thoughts changed after observing the actions of the eighth master for the first time.

Ninety-nine ice jade swords made up of a storm of blades,

A true storm of blades comparable to the Juggernaut,

What an interesting spell it is.

Thinking back to the time when I created my own combination magic, I felt ecstatic.

Thinking about the past few decades of fighting in the whirlpool of power in the Temple, in exchange for the position of deputy head of the Temple Legion,

The heart is endless emptiness, endless loss.

What is the point of living such a life for millions of years?

If he were asked to trade that day for the rest of his life, he felt that he would not hesitate to exchange it.

Thinking back to being a lich now, do you really want to be a lich that much?

I'm afraid not, he just wants to be the power and infinite life of the Lich Queen.

But the appearance of the eighth master made him confused about his pursuit, and he hated the eighth master.

He was jealous of the eighth master, a young demon master's junior, but he could live a happier life than himself.

He hated his ordinariness, he hated why he didn't have natural abilities, he hated why he didn't break through to the Great Magician realm at the age of sixteen.

He actually wants to change the world, and wants to make all ordinary people unusual, so he wants to become a lich.

Saruman's confused eyes regained clarity, he looked at the eighth master firmly, and slowly spit out a sentence:

"I'm going to be a lich. ”

The eighth master looked at him for a while, and found that the other party did not have the slightest hesitation, so he could only say helplessly:

"That'...... Good luck!"

"Thanks, but I'm not as weak as you think. You'll witness my last glorious battle. ”

Saruman had already raised his staff, and the white crystal on the head of the staff seemed to be breathing, flashing with a white halo in bursts.

"God's Sacrificial Aura!"

As Saruman pronounced the name of the spell, the white aura began to shrink, and a bright white head ring visible to the naked eye was placed on Saruman's head.

The headband is made up of many magical words, which seem to be breathing.

Saruman put his head in his hands and screamed frantically.

He seems to be in extreme pain, but he enjoys it very much, and he wants to use these pain to increase his anger.

He wants to use this anger to burn those who stop him, to burn all those who make ordinary people like him powerless to resist.

"God's Feather!"

Saruman had adapted to the pain in his head, and he felt his mental strength stronger than ever.

The special magic he had memorized by heart could finally be used.

Saruman's body began to glow, and with him as the core of the light source, more luminous feathers flew out,

Neatly arranged around Saruman's body.

No more, no less, a hundred shiny feathers.

Each one is shiny and the feathers are clearly textured, looking like real white swan feathers.

After the eighth master saw these feathers, his expression became solemn.

His mental power was clearly aware of the powerful magical fluctuations of these feathers, and they were no weaker than his own Ice Spirit Flying Knife.

The Eighth Master commanded the Ice Spirit Flying Knife to attack first.

These glittering silver ice spirit knives moved extremely fast in the air, and only the bright lines they passed through could be seen, but their figures could not be seen at all.

When the Icebaser entered Saruman's Godfeather Realm, the Feather of Light began to kick in.

From time to time, they contracted and combined to form a round shield of God's Feather Light to resist attacks,

From time to time, they spread out and combined in twos and threes to form the Divine Feather Lightsaber and the Ice Spirit Flying Knife to compete in the air.

After the eighth master's attack attempt failed, he began to change his strategy.

When the Ice Spirit Throwing Knife encounters the Divine Feather Light Shield, it automatically dissolves into liquid Spirited Ice, which hits the Light Shield and winds along the shield surface to the back of the shield.

Liquid Ice reverts back to the Ice Throwing Knife and attacks the unsuspecting Saruman.

However, Saruman did not dodge, and when the Ice Spirit Throwing Knife was about to enter his body, a large number of god feathers grew on his body.

These light feathers formed a divine feather armor, making it impossible for the Eighth Master's Ice Spirit Flying Knife to enter an inch.

It seems that the Ice Spirit Flying Knife and the Divine Feather Armor are of the same level, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner between the two spells for a while.

The Eighth Master turned all the Ice Spirit Flying Knives into liquid spirit ice and pulled them all back in front of him.

The liquid spirit ice quickly changed into nine ice spirit swords, and the nine ice spirit swords flew out in one word, directly attacking Saruman.

The God Feather outside Saruman's body formed a light shield and stepped forward to block it, and was attacked nine times in a row by the nine Ice Spirit Swords, each time the God Feather was destroyed.

When the third stroke was over, the Divine Feather Light Shield had been pierced, and the remaining six swords kept their attack trajectory and continued to fly towards Saruman.

The Divine Feather Armor on Saruman's body began to withstand the test of the Eight Masters' six Ice Spirit Swords.

With each sword stab, Saruman's armor burst into a cloud of feathers, which then vanished into a halo and disappeared into the air.

After the six swords, most of the front of Saruman's Divine Feather Armor was shaved off, and Saruman's white robe was already stained with bright red.

All the Ice Swords flew back into the sky and relined up, striking Saruman again with a single word.

"God punishes the apocalypse!"

Saruman uttered a new incantation, and three huge objects of light fell from the sky and quickly smashed around Saruman.

A Divine Light Giant Sword, a Divine Light Giant Hammer, and a Divine Light Giant Shield.

The Divine Light Giant Shield is responsible for resisting the Ice Spirit Sword that kills it.

This time, the Ice Spirit Sword could no longer break through easily, and the Divine Light Giant Shield radiated a wall of light in all directions.

Any attack that hits the wall of light will be negated by a flood of aura.

Then the powerful protection of the Divine Light Giant Shield, the Divine Light Giant Sword and the Divine Light Giant Hammer began to attack.

Every time the giant sword is swung, it will sharpen a wind blade tens of meters long, and the wind blade will burn with a raging divine light flame all the way to destroy it.

Neatly cut out a long notch in the platform.

The giant hammer didn't smash it, and it would explode a blast wave of divine light flames, and the shock wave spread hundreds of meters wide.

Where it was hit, the platform three or four meters thick was smashed through directly.

The Eighth Master was casting the Ice Spirit Shield to block the Wind Blade, and at the same time, he re-summoned an Ice Soul Giant Eagle to take him to dodge the shockwave.

Each Ice Spirit Shield could only withstand three strokes of the Wind Blade of the Divine Light Greatsword, and the Eighth Master seemed to have been cornered by Saruman.

He let the Ice Soul Giant Eagle dodge with him as he began to drink the remaining wine from the gourd.

Huge ice mushrooms quickly grew from the platform.

They lifted the Divine Light Giant Sword and the Divine Light Giant Hammer into the sky, that is, they opened up a passage for the Eighth Master to kill Saruman.

It also acts as a solid shield for the eighth master to resist fierce attacks.

The eighth master had already come to the front of the Divine Light Giant Shield more than ten meters away.

He jumped off the Ice Soul Eagle and landed on top of a newly grown Ice Spirit Giant Mushroom.

Every few meters forward, a new Ice Spirit Giant Mushroom will be generated, which will become the cornerstone of the Eight Masters' footsteps.

Nine Ice Spirit Swords flew back to the Eighth Master's side, and after circling around them, they were combined one after another.

Eventually, the nine swords overlapped into one larger sword, the Ice Spirit Excalibur.

The Ice Spirit Sword was no longer an ordinary Ice Spirit Sword, and his body was wrapped in a layer of cold air that was visible to the naked eye like thick juice.

The Ice Spirit Divine Sword quickly hit the Divine Light Giant Shield, with the Divine Light Giant Shield as the center, the cold air quickly spread to form an ice mirror with a radius of 100 meters.

The Ice Mirror cracked under the heavy blow of the Ice Spirit Sword again, and the cracks gradually spread, and finally the front Ice Mirror shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

Burst~

Saruman couldn't bear the spell being broken by the spiritual power, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The aura of magic light on his head flashed twice and vanished.

The Divine Light Giant Sword and Divine Light Giant Hammer that were still attacking the Eighth Master's Ice Spirit Giant Mushroom lost their mental power control.

In an instant, it turned into a shining light powder, and it was scattered all over the entire icy giant mushroom jungle.

A string of Ice-Spirited Giant Mushrooms grows from high to low, forming a ladder that leads down to where Saruman fell.

The eighth master slowly came down from the stairs and said to Saruman, who was lying on the ground:

"Any last words?"

Saruman, who heard the voice of the eighth master, struggled to get up, but could not control his balance and fell again.

His fingers clenched at the ground, and he finally scratched the blood, clenching it into a bloody fist.

The blood fist was trembling slightly, and he wanted to attack the eighth master with this fist, but he only raised half of it and hung down weakly.

The eighth master's spiritual power swept through Saruman's body, and found that the other party's breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

The natural magic fluctuations in his body are also fading.