Fernando fell diagonally, his robes in tatters. The true god's counterattack must not be taken lightly, and in terms of the strength of his life force, he is much worse than Bahamut. Will, on the other hand, was engaged in a fierce spell confrontation with Naraku, the god of death, and the magical energy appeared and disappeared from between their hands, and none of the spells were successfully cast.

"Will, are you a lackey of the Goddess of Magic?!"

There was panic in Naraku's voice, he had even used the legendary spell just now, but it didn't have any effect. Before the explosion of the huge magical energy, it was counteracted by Will with a wonderful technique. This is a magic trick, a spell counter. A skilled mage can harness the power of magic to resonate and destroy an enemy's spells before they can be struck. But it shouldn't include legendary spells, a technique that Naraku has never seen before.

Will smiled gently, revealing dark golden teeth from between his dark upper and lower jaws. He casually dissolved Naraku's other spell before calmly answering:

"You know, because of the relationship between the twin masters, my soul has been damaged and I have not been able to continue to improve on the path of magic for thousands of years. So I've been working on spell countermeasures and other techniques all these days, and there aren't many people who are more familiar with this trick than me. ”

With that, Will glanced at his feet and flew out upside down. The deep red dragon in Wisconsin circled and climbed to the height, and had come to the vicinity. Although he was a student of Amundra, in the midst of the chaos, Will could not be sure whether Wisconsin was friend or foe. To be on the safe side, he decided to retreat to a safe distance before he could do anything.

The platinum dragon god Bahamut churned violently. Struggle. After withstanding Fernando's successive attacks. He was hurt heavily.

Bahamut stretched his wings as hard as he could. Hard work to get back balanced. He craned his neck, letting the roar of a dragon pierce the sky. This is the command of the gods of the dragon clan, and it is also the call of the true god to the believers. The surrounding space immediately began to vibrate, and six metal dragons of different colors teleported over. They looked around vigilantly and suspiciously, not knowing for a moment what to do.

The flaming deep red dragon shot like a sharp arrow, colliding with an unsuspecting brass dragon. The brass dragon roared in a mixture of anger, it didn't expect the platinum dragon god to be present, and there would be a dragon as an enemy. When the Deep Red Dragon and the Brass Dragon start a violent fight. Five other dragons surrounded them. They were about to clean up the first enemy they had identified, when Amundra arrived in time with the unicorn, drew his sword, pointed at the nearest bronze dragon, and said:

"Stand back! I'll just say it once!"

“...... You are an oracle. ”

After a few seconds, a golden dragon spoke. It stared at Amundra and continued with an unusual calm:

"So, this is a war of gods, and we have been summoned by the great dragon god to be his fangs and claws. Since you defend our enemies, you are also enemies. ”

"Ask your gods to go. ”

Amundra said coldly, swinging a sword sideways. Draw a spatial rift in front of him. The dragons' pupils constricted, and they realized that there was a huge gap between themselves and Amundra. At the right time. Bahamut let out a new wave of dragon groans. Immediately, the dragons raised their heads and spread their wings high. They had received an order that could not be refused, and they had no time to care about the hapless brass dragon.

Under Amundra's watch, the five dragons kept exactly the same distance, pulled out huge circles, and spiraled upward. They gathered the long-chanting Bahamut in the middle, and responded with a high-pitched chirping. Across the sky, a five-pointed star circle with a diameter of two kilometers appeared. At each of the pentagram's sharp corners, a dragon stopped, spreading its wings and levitating high in the air like a statue. Pained expressions appeared on the dragons' faces, but they remained unmoved.

Yellow belongs to the brass dragon, red belongs to the red bronze dragon, blue belongs to the bronze dragon, gold belongs to the golden dragon, and white belongs to the silver dragon. Five different streams of energy emerged from the dragons' feet, converging along the magic circle towards Bahamut in the center. In the next second, the five-colored light centered on Bahamut burst out. At the same time, the five giant dragons on the edge of the magic array lowered their heads in unison, and the scales and flesh on their bodies turned into ashes and scattered in an instant.

Under the influence of magic, the dragons' life force was squeezed clean, and in its place was negative energy, a cold magical flame. Cyan flames erupted from the chests of the five dragon skeletons, spreading to the limbs and bones, gushing out of the hollow pupils. They opened their mouths silently, lowered their heads in perfect unison, and looked at Fernando, who was climbing in height and approaching. Fernando scratched his messy head and said indifferently:

"Is this life extraction, platinum reptile? That's all you can do? Thanks to the dragons you've sucked out of life force, maybe we'll be able to fight again?"

Bahamut did not answer, but simply commanded through a spiritual connection. The five dragons, who had turned into bone dragons, swooped down and pounced on Fernando with overwhelming force. Fernando waved his hand disdainfully and drew a circle in front of him. A ring of fire crept up and began to drift forward with the gentle push of the palm. At the same time, the ring of fire grew in size until it was large enough to envelop the bone dragons.

Fernando folded his palms in front of him, and the ring of fire contracted suddenly, compressing the enclosed space. The enveloped bone dragons shrank in size, and finally were completely engulfed by the ring of fire, disappearing into a bits of bright red. While Fernando was dealing with the bone dragons, Bahamut chanted lengthy incantations in dragon language. Then the entire Stormwind City of Avalon, with the exception of the temple area, began to completely collapse.

A huge magic circle that had never been seen before appeared on the ground, an area exactly the size of the vanished Stormwind City. The temple area sits in the middle of the magic circle, surrounded by countless mysterious runes and lines. When the whole earth began to shake, Murphy fell to the ground, looking around blankly. Everything he has been born today has long been out of his acceptance, and it is already commendable to be able to stay sober.

"Haha, the platinum reptile wants to use the power of the earth to forcibly seize control of the neighboring magic net. This is the power of the goddess of magic, and no matter what the effect is, it will have a far-reaching disaster. If it weren't for being forced, the platinum reptile would never have come up with such a killer feature. It is said that his followers really have a set, and they can set up a large-scale magic array in the Stormwind City quietly. Murphy, don't you know anything about this?"

"During the renovation of the sewers, the believers of the platinum dragon god donated a large sum of money. ”

Murphy replied dryly. He swallowed and added:

"When the walls were repaired, when the new roads were laid, they all helped. These things did not happen at the same time, but over a period of about 60 years. In fact, I should have expected that this little patience was nothing compared to the lifespan of a dragon. As the patron saint of the storm country, the platinum dragon god is inevitably too low-key. ”

"Patience is a virtue and a spice that makes intrigue even more delicious. ”

Cirek nodded, seemingly appreciating Bahamut's arrangement. Then he turned abruptly and slashed at Murphy with his sword in both hands. Murphy didn't have time to react, he couldn't even close his eyes and die. But a silver greatsword suddenly appeared, blocking Ciric's attack.

Murphy was speechless, watching a heavily armed knight appear in front of him. He couldn't figure out how the other party had come close and penetrated between him and Ciric.

"Heim, god of guards, well, or would it be better to call you the Sleepless Eye?"

Ciric tauntingly raised the corners of his mouth, pressing the weight of his entire body against the blade. The knights who confronted him wore orthodox armor, and their closed helmets had only a small slit for observation. The helmet also has a mohican-shaped bulge on the top and a red feather on the back of the head.

If it weren't for the overly thick light that shrouded him, I'm afraid Heim would have been treated like an ordinary royal knight. The only thing that stood out was that there was an eye on the back of His right hand. Now the glasses were turning forward, staring at the sinister Ciric. Murphy could feel the terrifying power in this strange eye. He couldn't help but wonder if the eyes were the body of the god of guards, Haim, and the armor was just a vassal.

"I am the watchdog of the gods, Heim. Just as you are the Prince of Lies, we all have our own mission. ”

A cold sound came from the crack in the helmet, and at the same time, sparks began to fall between the blades of the swords that were pressed together, making a sharp sound that made people feel sick. Heim pushed his sword forward until it became equal with Ciric, and then said indifferently:

"It is the duty of the gods to keep an eye on the gods, and not to allow any deviants. You are the first true god to come, Ciric. In fact, after the turbulent year ended, you didn't return to the Divine Domain at all, did you?"

"Tell me your reasoning. ”

The smile faded from Ciric's face, and he narrowed his eyes. Heim pressed the blade forward with all his might, and said word for word:

"For I am the eye that is not sleeping, and it is my power to watch over all things. Ciric, you must still remember, when the gods returned to the realm of the gods, you were so powerful at that time that you were arrogant to the extreme, and even wrote the supreme treasure book - "True Nerves" that even the true gods would be confused after reading it. With your cunning, you will be so stupid that a few mortals will use their tricks and become insane when you go through that book by yourself? The real value of "True Nerves" is to make you justifiably discard some of your priesthood and divine power and escape from the cusp of the storm! Because you have not returned to the Divine Domain, there is only your incarnation in the Divine Domain!"