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He leaped lightly from the ground, leaping over a cluster of low bushes with a leap beyond human imagination, then submerged among the leaves, and in the blink of an eye leaped onto another low-hanging branch......

He felt his back almost tear - as if it had been slowly chiseled with an iron nail and then broken by hot tongs...... The heart, yes, is similar to the human heart, beating like a drum hammer, hitting the brain along the nerves.

He could barely breathe in gas, and all the organs he exchanged with the outside world seemed to be encased in lead...... His blood, as if it was cooked, almost burst through the veins and scalded every cell......

He felt as if something slippery, maggot-like was about to burst out of his body......

"Is it the sequelae of using the Origin Power?" or is it ......" He thought of a hypothesis that was more serious than the sequelae, and the result of this hypothesis would most likely lead to ...... Death.

However, he is not a pure-blooded human, and therefore has no human emotions, and does not feel anxious, fearful, or sad about the outcome - he just wants to solve the problem as quickly as possible, and the solution is to enter the Sunset Empire.

He used his thoughts to relieve the pain, and at the same time he was chased by some small sound and ran as hard as he could.

It was as if in every corner of the woods there was a crying baby or woman hiding, making a small whimper.

As Odin's strength decreased and his running speed became slower, these cries grew louder and louder, and finally turned into screams, like steel bars, piercing out from all sides.

Eventually, the sounds whistled almost against the eardrums, like an awl piercing the head.

Odin turned his head, and a huge eyeball almost pressed against his face.

His appearance was vaguely reflected on the crystal membrane composed of semi-flowing liquid, which looked like a half-dissolved plaster cast. At such a close distance, he could even clearly perceive the heat from the sliding of the eye muscles and the sound of bright red blood vessels vibrating......

A nightmare caught up with him.

As soon as he turned around, the Nightmare opened its "mouth"—actually two slippery clear films, vomiting a bright red liquid.

Even though Odin had reacted fast enough to jump a few meters away, some of the red juice still splashed on him. The skin stained by the liquid quickly turned a brown mass, and a row of white bubbles bulged up as if it had been burned by fire.

The liquid that fell to the ground smashed out a fine pit, and reacted violently with the surrounding stones and soil, turning into a dark red boiling stream, where it meandered, the surface of the ground softened and sunken, and the high temperature generated by the reaction made a layer of white smoke float on the ground.

If you don't avoid it just now, the consequences are unimaginable......

Odin tried to lift his feet—the pain nearly knocked him to the ground. Seemingly...... Not enough physical strength to escape. Besides, he wasn't sure if there was only one Nightmare in the area. If you panic and are discovered by other demons, then ...... He may have died in the bushes before his assumptions were true.

The Nightmare didn't give Odin a chance to breathe, it looked like a blood-stained body bag, slowly rising, adjusting its angle at a very slow pace until Odin was reflected again in the bright red crystals.

In this gap, Odin staggered a few steps, trying to draw a pattern of circles, triangles intersecting.

At the moment when the circle finally joined, the Nightmare galloped through the air like a cannon, and a bright pillar of fire erupted from the red crystal, enveloping the space where Odin stood!

The light grew brighter and brighter, almost turning orange-white, and sparks splattered everywhere, trees and grass burned, tongues of fire scurrying around like snakes, creating a sea of fire in an instant.

"Asylum. "In the middle of the pillar of fire, a demon language came.

Like a curtain dyed with variegated colors, a small patch of scarlet appeared in the center of the orange-white pillar of fire, shrinking and expanding unsteadily, and then two different flames intertwined, first like an unformed glass sphere, the scarlet and orange-red flowing rapidly on a swollen arc.

Then, the two flames superimposed instantly turned into a huge fireball, engulfing the entire undergrowth and rushing into the air and into the jungle like a wave, everything vaporized in a single breath, and the steam enveloped the entire forest.

The violent collision caused the two energies to dissipate, and soon the flames dissipated, leaving only a thick white smoke.

And Odin still stood still, panting rapidly in the center of the strange pattern he painted. Thankfully, the venture had succeeded—he had read on the Wandering Shadow Lands Human Parchment Scroll, a protective buff circle.

The principle is to input a small amount of origin power, re-constrain the law of material vibration in the circle, increase the output force by several times, and flow in a circular shape along the eye of the array to achieve the effect of counteracting the external destructive force. Of course, Odin's hasty simplification of graphics and materials is not as powerful as depicted in the book, but it is enough to deal with the nightmare.

Of course, the Nightmare didn't stop there, it rose again, and flames spread around the red crystal. The semi-liquid coating is like lamp oil, causing the flame to expand instantly, and the whole eyeball looks like a dazzling light core.

Odin was still standing in the circle, almost motionless, using only a dead branch, drawing an inverted triangle within the triangle symbol.

If the mages of the Sunset Empire saw this, they would definitely fall out of their eyes in amazement. All circles are treasures given to mankind by the true gods, and they will remain unchanged for eternity. The complex patterns in the magic circle cannot be mastered by non-archmages and above.

The circle must be drawn with extremely rare raw materials - turquoise, obsidian, mythril, ugin, blood crystals, holy beast horns, etc., are all strictly controlled by the sacred realm, and the drawing time is counted in days, even months, during which it requires non-stop meditation and chanting in order to reproduce the sacred circle.

In order to facilitate actual combat, magic circles are often etched on precious raw materials to make magic staffs, such as the Larson family's "Attachment Myeloid Worm", which is carved on black gold wood with rare materials. However, in order to exert the power of the spell, it is also necessary for the caster to chant it.

However, Odin used only a dead branch to create a pattern that was very different from all known circles, and this pattern seemed to work like a circle. This...... This crude and rudimentary form that does not conform to any existing record of magical knowledge is a desecration of the realm of magic, and at the same time subversive!

Odin, of course, was not aware of these ...... He just stared at the nightmare that was coming at him.

At this time, a magical picture appeared in his spiritual sea - within the array, there seemed to be countless particles rushing wildly, and in the process of collision, it gradually turned into a narrow path of light, and there was a faint light, flowing from one end of this unstable path of light, like a stream, impacting the manic continent of particles.

Under the impact of the dark light, the particles gradually became gentle, the path of light became wider and wider, the river became more and more turbulent, and finally turned into a dazzling light, illuminating Odin's spiritual ocean!

At the same time, the violently burning nightmare, constantly spraying red corrosive liquid in all directions, rubbing the air and making a piercing scream, was already a stone's throw away from Odin!

At the last moment, Odin stood in the eye of the dead branch and chanted loudly in the demon language: "Fireworks!"

In an instant, the Crimson Flame erupted from the eye of the array like magma and rushed into the sky, devouring the light nucleus formed by the Nightmare.

The light cores clashed desperately, and the blinding light pierced through the entire forest, pulling out a long flame tail like a comet that had fallen to the ground. The escaping sparks exploded in the air, turning into boiling mud where they fell.

The scarlet flames did not diminish because of this, but spread in all directions, and hundreds of tongues of fire quickly sprung up around the pillar of fire, surging towards the conflicting light core layer by layer like a huge wave.

Engulfed in flames, the Nightmare let out a strange cry, like countless female voices screaming in a narrow space.

The light nucleus grew dimmer and dimmer, and finally gradually disappeared into the sea of fire.

However, it didn't end there. At the moment when the last glimmer of orange-white light disappeared, a huge explosion came from the center of the flames, and in an instant, all the scarlet flames were extinguished, and the blood-red liquid fell to the ground like a torrential rain.

Odin's position was not spared.

Everywhere the red liquid went, everything melted into a dark red boiling mud that bubbled up and emitted white smoke.

Things are slightly better inside the pattern, but the ground is soft like dough, and the patterns have been eroded to the point of blurring.

And Odin is facing the red rainstorm, and his back has been smashed into several large black holes by these corrosive liquids!