Life is priceless, the knight's spear is stained with blood, and the priceless lives are being harvested at a rapid pace, and the death of every sinner means that they have more qualifications to boast of arrogance after the holy war.

Bathed in holy light, the chaotic city appears extremely sacred, the dark color has faded, and the light seems to usher in eternity here.

Under the glorious light, the flames rise, the war songs are sung, and the chaotic city is like a giant standing on the cusp of the storm, waiting for death.

Only one dark corner still maintained the dead silence of the past, and sometimes a mysterious light bloomed, spreading into the sky, scattered into the invisible, even if several knights of light with the 'winged angel' coat of arms would run past this light at any time, roaring and shouting from their mouths, but they would always be oblivious to the evildoers hiding within.

"This seventh-order magic scroll was a baptism given to me by my mentor at the beginning, and now it has been dedicated. ”

An aging mage muttered as magic spells flew through the void, reinforcing the structure of the magic array.

He was the first to advocate the convergence of the forces of the three dark streets, and at the same time a powerful exile, the truly 'selfless' mage quietly glanced at the huge exile, sighed, and said, "North, let him finish his sentence." ”

The blood-colored battle axe fell like a mountain, about to cleave the head of some unlucky undead, but almost instantly, the mountain suddenly stopped in the void, and the grumpy man snorted coldly, and slowly put the shocking axe back, and at the same time, his red eyes gradually regained their clarity.

The strength of this exile was also terrifying, and to the shock of several other exiles who were sheltered by the magic array, this huge man turned out to be a berserker.

It is rumored that in a distant ancient civilization, the berserker profession was established in their own era, whether it was a mage or a warrior, even a clergyman, they could not compete with these madmen whose heads were harder than the ocean reefs, but unfortunately the years went down and down, and that civilization was submerged in the ocean of history, and that crazy era also became a poem that was often mentioned in the mouth of the bard, and that poem was praised'The Lost Years'.

"Alas. ”

The old mage sighed faintly, and looked around at the people around him, whether they were sinfuls or exiles, their expressions were written on their faces without concealment before the crisis of life and death, and for a while, this wise mage also had a plan in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"The bloody breath of the Mostima Gladiatorial Arena, undead creatures, say, your purpose, is to be a lackey of the light, or to live a future in the darkness. ”

The black earth was dead silent, and a few dry bone fingers were stuck deep in the earth, as if his master was in great pain, and the gray robe was shattered and clung to a thin body like rags.

"I'm going to survive. ”

The voice was faint, as if it was about to die, and the blue soul fire in the lich's eye socket was still burning, but it was extremely faint, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The old mage nodded, took out a magic staff, and the emerald embedded in the top was actually inlaid with another red gem, two different magical colors shone in the darkness, and several exiles looked shocked and vaguely guessed the origin of this mage.

The obscure chant was like a ballad, and a touch of emerald green light enveloped the dying lich, and a miracle happened, under this light full of life, the scorched black on the lich's body was slowly fading, and the traces of the burn were also dimmed, and the dark blue soul fire burned as if it had been given new life.

It's a pity that if Li Laifu was on the spot, maybe he would have tried his best to correct the beard on the chin of this respected old mage, and then give a staff to the lich lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, for no other reason, because this lich is the gray-robed figure he vaguely saw in the sea of wisdom and ignorance, that is to say, this bastard, in Li Laifu's eyes, is likely to be the initiator of everything.

"Huh?"

The old mage was amazed to see that the burn marks that should have completely dissipated were showing signs of reappearing, slowly spreading, fighting against the emerald green light of life.

It's unbelievable, you must know that no matter what magic on the Eternal Continent, as long as it loses the continuous magic output of the enforcer, then it will face a collapse at any time, and the magic that can continue to cause damage on the body, as we all know, only the group of black mages of the Dark Council know a little bit about curse magic.

"Impossible, this is the original flame mystery that has lost the record!"

The old mage suddenly remembered something, and with an exclamation, even the magic array was flooded with a few uneasy ripples.

"No way, old man, your eyes are spent. ”

Berserker North frowned and said, "Didn't that thing become a legend in your mage world?" ”

"It's not a legend, it's a myth. ”

The old mage muttered, staring at the lingering lich, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, and said, "In the ocean of the wizarding world, there is only one wave that can be called 'immortal'. ”

The strange staff in his hand was blooming with magical light, trying his best to maintain the life of this lich, the old mage pondered for a long time, and said: "It is a twisted wave, in the history of a glorious magical civilization, a genius who perceives the five systems of magic at the same time was born, and later he established seven holy towers, using the body as a magic beacon, reaching a terrifying height of wisdom, that is, perceiving the seven magic elements, and the original flame mystery is the genius's ancient understanding of fire magic." ”

There was silence, and even the berserker, whose head was as stiff as a dwarf, froze in place, unable to shake out the shock.

Perception of the five systems, no, the seven systems of magic? What kind of concept is that, it is estimated that one of the heads of that person can be compared to his own berserker race.

It's still not right, 10,000 ants can't gnaw on the dragon, not because they are small, but because those big guys can fly, and those who can fly are the kings.

"The Lost Land. ”

Just as everyone was stirred by the old mage's shocking words, a low but powerful murmur rang out, and these four words echoed in the ears of all the exiles.

"That kid is in the lost land, help me get revenge!"

There was a hoarse roar from the black earth, and the lich was scorched black, the flames that should have been extinguished were completely burning on his body, and the turquoise light released by the old mage was so insignificant in the magnificent red flames at this time, the rotten grass was fluorescent, and it could not be said with the bright moon.

"Do you believe it?"

The exile with the longbow had been silent from the beginning, but suddenly stood up, pointed to the charred lich lying on the ground, and said, "With a dying undead creature, we can be wiped out, and everyone knows the methods of the Church of Light." ”

As soon as these words came out, the sinners who should have been about to make a move hesitated, they wanted to fight back, but they wanted to live more, and the desire for death made them rarely learn to calm down.

Except for one person

"Bastard, what are you going to do!"

"Get out, or what?

North grinned and strode out of this magic array, which was safe for the time being, and the blood-colored battle axe in his hand looked like an old fellow of Li Laifu.

At the same time, on a certain street, the advance of the Killing Army's Bright Knights actually stopped, and their knight leader, the blonde-haired seventh-order powerhouse, was actually blocked.

"You are not evil, nor are you in the city of chaos. ”

Thoth's face was solemn, and the divine anger of one of the mysteries of Michelle's sanction was around the tip of the spear, and a faint angel phantom appeared, he stared at the three knights in front of him who were wrapped in iron armor, and said coldly: "Which naughty nobleman do you belong to?" ”

In front of him, stood three knights, the coat of arms on their chests familiar, but always forgetting where they had seen them.

It was a coat of arms constructed by the Golden Lion and Nubius the Abyssal Guide.

It was as if the City of Chaos was about to come to an end, and even though the Knights of the Killing Army suffered a slight setback, this little episode was made up for in an instant.

Deep in another black street, the half-sage Aki rushed out covered in blood, holding a head in his hand, his eyes were pale, and he was obviously completely dead, he was the only primordial to act for the chaos capital, but now he was so desolate that it was difficult to find even a corpse.

"The first generation, is there a remnant of the first generation?"

Aki smiled, and the head in his hand was burned into ashes by the Holy Flame, and the fishy wind blew through the sky.

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