"Damn wizard, where the hell are you? You cunning and hypocritical creature are going head-to-head with me!! ”

The four battle angels trapped in the mirror space by Taylor roared like madness, they struggled to wield the battle axes and giant swords in their hands, and the powerful light fluctuations and powerful light spells continued to bombard the mirror space, but they were greeted only by a steady stream of spatial torrents and chaotic spatial rifts.

The Battle Angels continue to bombard this mirror space, but this mirror space still stands.

Taylor, who had carved out a folded space next to the mirror space and only manifested an illusory image, looked at the incompetent and furious battle angels with a smile.

This is the most terrifying thing about the space powerhouse, not only has a terrifying attack power that can tear the space, but also can turn the space upside down, confuse the opponent's various perceptions, or carry out space exile, space phantom, space projection, all kinds of means to make the opponent unguardable.

"I'm going to give you some excitement."

Taylor snapped his fingers casually, and the entire mirror space began to flip up and down like a washing machine, and began to flip upside down crazily, and the four battle angels and one wisdom angel inside were like clothes in the washing machine being thrown around, and they felt that their sense of direction and cognition were blurred, and the space here was deliberately affecting them.

Simply reversing the space may not be enough, Taylor continues to manipulate this mirror space, and the projections of all the angels are manifested, and they begin to rotate wildly from their waists and abdomen, like blooming flowers.

Whether it's their weapons, their wings, or their whole being, it's chilling to twist into pieces of phantom remnants that fold together.

The mirror space has completely interfered with the sense of direction and balance of these second-level angels. In the upside down, they can still see the folded remnants constructed by the phantom of their own bodies, and the spatial turbulence also falls from the sky, and the spatial power like a river cuts their bodies.

"If it weren't for the blessing of the space power of the stronghold, I really wouldn't be able to trap the five of you, but now............ If you want to blame it, you have to fight it yourself. ”

Looking at the tormented angels, Taylor folded his hands and muttered to himself.

These unseen angels had no idea how much blessing a wizard could receive next to a wizard's tower or a purpose-built war stronghold.

"Okay, it's time to finish, the colleagues outside are still busy, how can I play you here?"

Looking at the angels who were tormented in the mirror space, Taylor wrapped black lightning around his hands, like dense spider webs, enveloping the entire mirror space.

But if you look closely, these black lightning bolts are obviously the spatial cracks that are torn apart by high-intensity spatial power and amplified and folded.

Taylor clenched the spatial crack that lost its suppression with both hands, and immediately tore the mirror space to pieces, and the angels who had just gotten rid of the torture were torn apart by the spatial crack in the next moment, and before they became third-level lifeforms, the spatial cracks were fatal to any second-level lifeform.

Taylor, who walked out of the mirror space, was dressed in a flawless wizard robe, and the golden wizard robe set him off like a king on the battlefield, and the five angels who had just fought with him disappeared unconsciously.

The bloodline rune that symbolized Ghidorah's power was combined with Taylor's own thunder rune and space element rune to condense into a huge magic disc behind him, and a seven-pointed star array slowly appeared under his feet.

The seven-pointed star is the symbol of Ghidorah, and it is also the root of Ghidorah's root rune and the root of Ghidorah's bloodline rune, Taylor's eyes, forehead, back of hands, and even chest slowly emerge Ghidorah's phantom, and eventually turn into seven-pointed star runes.

"Gravity Ray!"

Taylor raised his hands in the air, and two golden balls of electricity appeared out of thin air that made the angels' hearts tremble, as if all tyrannical and destructive intentions were gathered in them.

The two golden balls of electricity were thrown into the air by Taylor and slowly merged, the big golden balls of electricity trembled in the air, and then the big balls of electricity turned into an overwhelming net of electricity, each branch of electricity was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, and Taylor single-handedly wrapped up 1/2 of the battlefield on the left side of the war fortress.

"Together."

With Taylor's order, the golden electric net that covered the sky and the sun regarded this half of the battlefield as his prey, and began to slowly shrink and close.

But any wizard or puppet electric current net will not do anything, except for the wizard and the puppet, all living beings are scorched by the outside of this electric current network, and the destructive power destroys the vitality in the enemy's body from the inside out.

In Taylor's opinion, this trick may also be called an electric cage or a birdcage or something, which is the application of the nature and form of the countless gravitational rays of his own bloodline.

"I hope the third-level wizards can hold on, otherwise no matter how happy the ground battlefield is, it will be difficult to reverse the current situation."

Taylor set his sights on the right side of the war base, thousands of kilometers away, in a desert, four third-level wizards, including Wizard Ethoris, who had arrived from the War Floating City, were fighting five third-level archangels.

Three days later

The brutal tug-of-war continues, and despite the amplification of the war strongholds, the wizards have retreated to the city walls, and the ground battlefield has been abandoned by them.

The angels not only dispatched a lot of second-level four-winged angel warriors, but also released more second-level angel dependents, and under the suppression of the terrifying numerical superiority, the wizards retreated layer by layer, and finally retreated to the stronghold.

Thousands of kilometers away, the battle between the third-level archwizard and the third-level archangel is still going on, and the climate of the entire desert has been completely changed, and the dense lava, forests, earth and rocks, magma, and glaciers on it have been torn apart, some of the sky is shining, some of the sky is emitting an icy light, and some of the sky is full of tranquility and peace.

It's a pity that such a bizarre and fantastical scene has not been seen by others, and now the only beings who can enjoy this strange beauty are still fighting to the death.

In order to protect the dignity of wizard civilization, the wizards expressed their attitude of not giving up an inch of land.

Angels fight desperately to further expand their faith, occupy planes, or plunder populations.

Both sides have their own reasons, their own ideas, and their own pursuits, and they are completely incommunicable, and their interests are fundamentally different and opposed.

It's just that what the four archwizards don't know is that the five archangels who are fighting them have already begun to plan a retreat.

I haven't taken this nail for three months, and I've been besieged by the heresies and demons of the Victim Worm People, so I'm afraid I won't be able to leave if I delay it if the wizard's reinforcements are about to arrive.

It's really strange, how can a wizard be so able to fight.

(End of chapter)