Chapter 125: The Priest and the Shrine Maiden (I)

Hands, feet, shoulders, there was no intact place, and even the golden red light on her body became as weak as a candle in the wind, and Fei'er, who was hit by countless cyan blades, didn't even need the storm dragon in the air to chase after her, just a large amount of blood loss was enough to kill her.

Her body could no longer feel the weight, and after being hit by countless wind blades, Fei'er fell heavily to the ground like a broken leaf about to return to the earth.

Then Phil saw the light, as she felt when she prayed, soft and divine. This light enveloped her, keeping her away from pain, away from darkness, away from misfortune.

Already, it's over...... Already, tried my best...... Sorry, I can't do better...... Seeing the light of the gods who had come to greet her, Fei'er closed her eyes and waited for the final moment to come.

However, what she was waiting for was not the door of heaven that had been opened for her, but a warm embrace.

"Are you alright?" a voice rang in her ear, soft as an angel's whisper.

"Am I dead?" Phil opened her eyes, thinking she was going to see white clouds and an endless sea of flowers, which was what the legendary heavenly world looked like.

At first glance, what she saw was not the legendary blue sky world, but a strange and soft face, which looked about the same size as her, wearing pure white divine robes, like a messenger of the gods.

Didn't all angels come in the form of female surnames? Fei'er looked at the young man who hugged her with some confusion, although this person also looked a little bit like a female surname, but it was obviously an out-and-out male surname.

"This ...... I don't think so. Ulysses smiled and began to heal Phil's wounds.

It was not necessary for Ulysses to say that Phil knew it, because instead of white clouds and boundless flowers, she saw three towers that had soared into the sky, one of which she had just struck.

Here, still in the real world, she has not returned to the arms of the supreme god.

"Ah, you saved me. Fei'er quickly understood the situation at the moment, the crisis had not yet passed, and she had already seen the cyan giant beast hovering in the sky.

No, you have to fight back, or you will be bombarded immediately, Phil gritted his teeth and broke free from Ulysses's embrace, and began to burn the last of his strength, trying to create a light bomb that could be used to fight into the air.

However, this was too chaotic for her, who was already seriously injured, and just a little bit of force condensed the magic power in her body, and her already fragile body immediately reacted.

"Ahem!" A large amount of blood was spat out of Fei'er's mouth, and her body was about to collapse when she was severely injured and suffered a magical backlash.

"Don't mess around too much. Ulysses reached out again, trying to calm down Phil, who was already in chaos.

But Fei'er was not obedient, she knew better than anyone else the horror of the storm dragon in the sky, and she knew that if she didn't fight hard right away, everyone here would die.

She would die, the priest who helped her would die, and so would the two children behind the two.

So, it doesn't matter if her body is broken, it doesn't matter if she dies, she has to move to the battlefield. At the very least, let these three survive.

"Fly!" Phil summoned her wings, the wings bestowed upon her by the high priests of the tribe to house the power of her ancestors on the land to protect her descendants.

"Smack!" The golden-red wings appeared behind Fei'er, a pair of wings that had been mutilated, and it was a miracle that the Storm Dragon's attack had destroyed the spell composition of the wings.

However, the pair of wings flew up only three meters with Fei'er before falling because they couldn't keep their balance. Whether it is Fei'er's body or this pair of wings, it has already reached its limit.

"Smack!" Like an angel with broken wings, Phil once again fell into the hands of Ulysses.

"Run, run. Fei'er, who was no longer able to move, looked desperately at the blue light that flashed in the sky, it was the light of impending death.

Dense cyan blades converged in front of the massive body of the enraged Storm Dragon. Wounded by Phil's repeated shots, it could no longer control its emotions and was determined to cut the human who had injured it to the point where there were no shards left.

This time it was really over, and looking at those cyan blades that were sharper and more concentrated than just now, Fei'er couldn't see any hope.

My body hurts so much that I can't even use a little strength, and it turns out that waiting for death is such a lonely thing.

Fei'er is not so afraid of death, but being killed like this makes her feel very unwilling. She was still very young, at the age of fourteen she had surpassed her own limits, awakened her ancient blood that had been dormant in her life, and was considered by all to be the genius of geniuses.

After that, she practiced desperately, went through countless hard workouts, and mastered stronger strength. She was proud, thinking that she would definitely be able to go to a higher realm, and among the seventh-level powerhouses, she was also one of the very few people who could use her own power to fly.

I am so unwilling, as long as she is given more time, as long as it is a few more years, she will definitely be able to surpass her current self and reach a realm that is enough to compete with this monster or even stronger.

Is it so cold, is it going to die?Phil looked up and saw the face of Ulysses holding her body, it was a gentle face, without fear or despair.

"It's okay, I'll protect you. ”

Feeling the tremor of Phil in his arms, Ulysses smiled softly.

Then Phil saw the light, a light that was very, very close to her, full of divine power. It was a light she had never seen in the head mountain of the Supreme God Cult, soft, and there seemed to be many voices blessing it.

"Every day the sun rises from the ground, and even if you are surrounded by a relentless darkness, I will crush it for you with my mutilated body. Ulysses hugged the injured Phil with one hand, and the other slowly rose like a sun rising below the horizon.

One, two, three, like stars summoned by the sun, one white point of light after another jumped merrily from behind Ulysses, revolving around him.

"Whew!" High in the sky, countless cyan blades roared down, denser and sharper than the wave that chased Fei'er.

"Poof!poof!" More than a dozen white points of light flew out correspondingly, flying towards the cyan blades that were dozens of times larger than them.

"Bang, bang, bang!" "In front of Fei'er, the cyan blades that had beaten her to the point of shattering her to the bone were shattered one by one, like shredded pieces of paper.

This scene made Phil's eyes widen, and she could barely believe what she was seeing. As a fantasy shooter, she knew better than anyone the strength of those cyan blades, high-speed wind blades that could shred through steel and tear even the earth. How could the divine technique used by the priest shatter a blade of this level.

And after instantly shattering this wave of cyan blades, these dozen or so points of light shot at its body at a high speed that even the Storm Dragon could not reflect.

"Whew!" In a dozen dazzling light explosions, the Storm Dragon, whose body was composed of wind elementals, let out a miserable cry, and its tall body rolled wildly. Countless waves of incandescent light traveled through it, destroying its body.

At this moment, the three towers standing in the ruins together emitted cyan light waves, pouring some kind of power into the body of the storm dragon, causing its huge body to shrink in half in an instant.

Although it has become much smaller, the terrifying magic that can burst out from the storm dragon has nearly doubled. Breaking free from the incandescent light wave, it began to hover at high speed almost with red eyes.

Every time it flew, the wind elements in the atmosphere gathered wildly, and the three towers connecting the earth seemed to provide more power to the storm dragon, making its flying more powerful, and even the transparency of its body was almost gone.

At this moment, the storm dragon is really close to the appearance of the legendary dragon, which is the form of a wind dragon that roars in the sky and can summon thunder and lightning and storms.

Soon, the magic took shape, and it was the real dragon forbidden spell "Heaven and Earth Reversal" that humans almost had no chance to see, and it was enough to turn this heaven and earth upside down.

The high-speed whistling wind is accompanied by thunder and lightning to form a huge "cocoon", and when this "cocoon" bursts, it is the moment when the whole heaven and earth are turned upside down.

The air currents created by the swirling storm stirred up a large number of dark clouds in the sky, forming a vortex in which hovering cyan dragons and countless shining thunderbolts.

"Forbidden spell!" Fei'er didn't know what the name of this magic was, but she could deduce the level of this magic at a glance, it was a great magic that she couldn't fight in her heyday, and it represented a forbidden spell of destruction that represented some elemental limit.

"I will too. Ulysses smiled, hugged Fei'er a little tighter, and stepped back, beginning to recite the high-speed words that would protect everyone here from shock.

"Angels from the distant blue sky, in the sea, and under the earth, obey my call and spread your wings in this circle and become my wings. ”

Two pairs of shining white wings stretched out, protecting Fi'er, who was being held by Ulysses, and Yulia, Rasha, behind him.

Then, Ulysses slowly lowered his raised hand, and the world began to change because of him.

The points of light floating behind him changed from dozens to hundreds, thousands, like a brilliant galaxy in the sky falling to his side, spinning and dancing around it.

"Every night will come, even if I am troubled by the impermanence of today, I still believe that the world will not change, only myself. Existence is our strongest weapon. ”

At Ulysses' prayers, the points of light began to speed up and leap, finding their target.

(To be continued)