The long sword in the holy warrior's hand swung and cut off the lightning one by one at an incredible speed! The powerful electrical energy exploded layers of blue flames on her blade, but in the end, it could only fly and burst out, unable to hurt the opponent in the slightest!

And at the same time, the force field wall that blocked them had been completely absorbed and disappeared, and the little black figure even clapped its hands gently, as if it was very satisfied with its actions, and the childish grinning whispered through a messy tunnel and pierced into the ears of the supreme shaman!

She must be stopped, or else......

"Teacher ......"

"What!"

A young voice interrupted his thoughts, and the old man's roar startled him himself, and he turned sharply to stare at the face of the fellow who dared to speak at this moment—the latter's face was pale with anger from the roar, but his voice was somewhat calm: "Please don't worry too much, there are only three force fields left from the entrance of the mausoleum!"

Is this guy crazy too?

The old man stared at his apprentice - a very talented young man with a strong belief in the god of the mountain, which made him the most accomplished of his many apprentices, and the old man had no doubt that in time, at most, twenty years, he would be able to have the strength of the three great shamans he was now.

"Teacher, I know you're in a hurry, but ......," the young man said hurriedly, "We don't need to rely on these divine powers for protection, as long as we get to the front, they must not be able to get through the gate of the Guò Mausoleum!"

"How could it be that you can't get through ......," the great shaman laughed angrily. It's just that the hoarse voice has no 'laughing' element at all. More like a beast baring its teeth.

That damned blasphemer accused the three great shamans with their help. Even if he wanted to enter the deepest part of the mausoleum, it was only a matter of raising his hands...... And that's why he's kept trying to contain these people along the way—if he let that terrifying black-robed man and that Swordmaster-level holy warrior join them. Even if he could receive the gifts of the gods of the mountains, he would not necessarily be able to match them.

Originally, in order to prevent this situation, he let the high shamans pour out of the nest, but at this moment......

The Great Shaman sighed, his gaze swept over the people behind him - in the destroyed passage, the cracked magic crystals had long since lost their light, and only a few dance light spells were still providing a faint light source, but the Great Shaman could still see the exhaustion and uneasiness on the faces of his subordinates, although there were about seventy people following him. On this short journey, just for defense, as well as repairing the passage, they consumed a lot of their divine skills, even if they roughly estimated, their fifth and sixth order divine magic positions may have been lost, and the state at this moment is said to be half of the combat power, which is considered an overestimate.

There is no other option.

The harsh valley of truth urged the old man's heart, and the pound made people even more irritated. He shook his head, noncommittal, and just strode forward. The shamans, under the command of his disciples, began to divide into two ways - a dozen or so people who had been consumed by the divine arts stopped there. Wait and command the upcoming follow-up soldiers, and also apply the remaining buffs to other companions.

The speed of this team has nearly doubled.

The last half of the passage was eerily silent. The chase and flight became a tacit affair - even if the walls of the force field no longer appeared, the paladin and the princess did not choose to flee. They even slowed down a bit. It doesn't matter if they're confused, or if they just want to restore their bodies. The great shaman only controlled the distance halfway through his vision.

But such silence is only an episode after all.

The hall leading to the mausoleum gate has appeared at the end of the field of vision.

"Be prepared...... We ......"

The Great Shaman commanded in a deep voice.

But his voice suddenly became dumb in an instant!

The hoarse voice caused all the shamans to raise their gaze at the same time—and in their astonished gaze, the old man's body froze in a motion of turning his head and waving his hand, as if he had been hit by a petrified spell. However, before everyone could discern the cause of this qiē, the great shaman suddenly spoke

No, not at all, he was still stiff as a stone statue, but there was another voice that echoed around him,

A woman's voice.

"How do I know how that Tangus is connected to his followers? The universal method doesn't work at all!And now with that guy back on the main material plane, Pandor's power is starting to be strengthened again......"

It is the simplest lingua franca, but no one can understand the meaning of it...... But in this illogical rhetoric, there was a pure power that suddenly spread out from the old man's body and spread to the surroundings!

It was a soft ripple of light, and it passed through the bodies of all the shamans, so that everyone had no intention of thinking about the strange words—the body that had been exhausted from the previous battle seemed to be re-energized, the aches were gone, and the strength filled the muscles, as if it had been rested by several hourglasses.

What kind of magic is this?

They looked up, and in their eyes, the great shaman still maintained a strange posture and made a strange voice, and the cold but mocking voice, although still a female voice, was not quite the same as before:

"That's just your delusion, otherwise we would have been accused by him again, I can feel that the aura that belongs to Pan Duo Ryan on this guy's body is extremely weak, and it is very weird, and his connection with that ancient evil creature must have been completely broken......"

The Supreme Shaman slowly withdrew his hand and turned his body as well.

Suddenly there was silence in the space.

The shamans seemed to stop breathing at the same time, and looked at their leader steadily—the old man turned in a strange manner, as if he hadn't used any muscle in his body at all, more like a force that made him move out of thin air. Then he observes the shamans behind him, and yet makes eye contact with them. All the shamans couldn't help but be shocked!

In fact, there is no gaze - only darkness in the eyes of all...... The great shaman had somehow put on the hood of his robe. But at this moment, it was like a nightmare under the hood, and the black smoke slowly seeped out of the edge of the hood, but his face could not be seen clearly at all.

"A bunch of idiots...... However, it had to be like this. ”

It was still the clear, but indifferent voice of the woman.

Overwhelmed shamans finally remembered to breathe – they had to, because the burning sensation was ablating everyone.

Their bodies seemed to be infused with a hot flame, and their skin immediately turned red, "It's hot......" "What kind of magic is this......" they exclaimed quietly. Then he noticed that a halo began to rise around his body.

Then, all around him, darkness fell.

The smoky black rolled out from under the great shaman's robes, flowing and scattering in all directions, but in an instant, it rose dozens of feet high! The magical light that surrounded the shaman's body was swallowed up before it could even sway. Yet when encased in it, the shamans found that their vision was not affected in the slightest - as they turned their gaze, the passage, the companions around them. Weapons in hand...... The qiē is clearly visible, or even clearer, but the original five-color color has faded and turned into different shades of gray.

"Still standing there and doing something. Give me a way forward!"

The woman's voice commanded.

"Yes......"

The shamans responded in unison, their eyes widening and their nerves tensed. With an indescribable excitement, he stepped forward.

It was a burst of excitement that poured out of the spirit, from the body. How dangerous that enemy is, how strange is its power. Even the doubts raised by this strange voice and the special transfiguration of the Great Shaman had completely dissipated in their thoughts.

Obedience, only obedience.

When they heard that voice, they were no longer shamans, but warriors, puppets, weapons, and the only meaning was to be used by people!

No, it's for God's use!

That is the power of God, and in this world, only this kind of power can create such a miracle!

"Be careful......

In the line of sight, at the end of the passage, it was already shrouded in a magical light, and several figures were already faintly visible...... However, Elena's brow furrowed suddenly, and she snorted softly, and the long sword in her hand fell back, just enough to scatter a bolt of lightning into the air.

However, more lightning is attacking them.

"You guys go first!" the paladin raised her voice, but she stopped, she picked up a few lightning bolts that flew in her hand, but the few figures in her sight that were speeding towards her made her feel as if she had been pricked by the tip of a needle - those in the field of vision were shamans who had been chasing behind, but their actions at the moment had nothing to do with the caster.

The casters are not as weak as the ordinary people know, especially the combat power generated by the magicians under various blessings can almost be compared with the high knights, or even surpass. But if these shamans are really good at this, why haven't they made a strategy of hand-to-hand combat before? Judging by the current actions,

What kind of changes have occurred? New reinforcements, or enemies with special abilities?

The enemy, right there, at the end of the passage...... The incomparably huge power, like a high mountain falling from the sky, swept away a qiē, and the stirring thoughts in the heart ended here. For darkness has poured out like waves through the passage!

All the surrounding scenery has been erased, and all of them have been obliterated......

It was a pure and deep darkness, in which there was not a trace of anything else, no light, no sound, no life...... Elena's pupils widened slightly, but her gaze became extremely heavy—just looking at them, she could feel the indescribable, suffocating depth, and then this feeling rushed into her will, transforming into fear like darkness!

This is not the power of mortals,

A sudden rush of realization welled up in Elena's heart—a fountain of memories of the deep darkness that came to her. Time lost all meaning in her thoughts, and for a moment, the paladin seemed to stand in front of a towering black tower, with a series of houses laid out neatly at her feet. But in that deserted street, only the hymns of countless people filled the ears.

That scene seemed completely different from the one in front of me. Only some parts have been reunited into one piece—the meaning that the darkness represents.

I see.

The holy warrior's lips opened slightly. As if sighing, but before that, she had withdrawn her hand, and the crosssword was withdrawn inward, not touching the target, but with a snap of her wrist, the hilt of the sword flew out of thin air with a short sword that pierced her flank.

The two swords intersected, and sparks flew around.

The space resounded not with a crash, but with a palpitating shattering sound. Countless textures instantly diffused from the intersection of the two swords, outlining the gorgeous and deep appearance of the short sword. But the light of the Holy Flame then turned, and was attracted by the deep darkness on the short sword, pulling, and dissipating!

"Hmm!" the female paladin frowned, revealing a pained expression.

But then she gritted her teeth, held the sword in both hands, and slammed it hard! The pitch-black dagger blade immediately squeaked and squeaked, but it was eventually bounced out!

But. Elena's expression did not relax in the slightest, she took a step back, narrowing her eyes that had turned golden, but the shadows of the four weapons were reflected in her gaze...... A warhammer. A long club, a stabbing sword, along with the dagger. Levitating in space, trembling slightly. There was a strong smell of danger on it. Like a four-headed dragon, staring at the figure of the holy warrior. The ferocious pressure and darkness rolled in unison, sealing the entire world in close quarters.

But Elena stubbornly looked up.

Golden flames spilled from her chest, extending to her shoulders and arms, outlining a substantial metal armor, and the flames covered her sword in an instant, blazing, and finally forming a pair of delicate wings behind her back, and the wings spread out, and the darkness around her was forced back like grease in water, revealing the stone slabs of the tunnel beneath it.

But the space in the narrow passage is like a confinement, completely shrouded in the deep darkness, golden light chips emanated from Elena's light feathers, but then it was absorbed into the deep darkness, gradually, the golden light flame has been compressed to a small range, Elena raised her sword, and slowly retreated towards the passage in her memory, but there was a clear feeling in her heart- No matter how she acted, she was just struggling in place, like a butterfly falling into a spider's web, and any action was pushing herself deeper into the abyss of death!

"Dying throes!"

Clear laughter came from the darkness, but when it reached the ears of the human beings, it seemed to have absorbed those deep shadows: "Relying too much on those forces that do not belong to you is the most stupid thing about you mortals, not to mention, the remnant soul of a blazing god who has almost lost his will and can only slowly die out, can be compared to me?"

"Your Majesty Bellena......" Elena took a deep breath and slashed her sword to her chest: "We shouldn't be hostile to each other, why do you want to ......"

The memories that belonged to the Blazing Celestial Servants slowly flowed into her mind like flowing water and star-sand, converging and outlining the facts that frightened her—the identity of the enemy and her possible purpose, but there were too many mysteries to solve, but in any case, the reality represented a meaning that bordered on despair, forcing her to go all out, and even to think about the outcome.

And even so, there is still little hope in the sea of stars, and the best attempts are only trying to find a glimmer of visible light from the darkness.

"Stupid!" the Dark Goddess replied as cold as ice, the closest to the sky, the ever-frozen ice peak of the rolling central mountains, "what a laughable fool! not hostile? Hah! What do you think you can do with this lie? Of course, or should I congratulate you, congratulations on your success in reminding me of him again, um? I think of him again, you know what that means?"

Her originally cold voice had become hot, but instead of that pleasant lightness, it was crazy, filled with cold acid ice: "All the insults we have suffered are thanks to your Edward, you think that you will make us grateful for the results of reminding us of him? mortal, I give you one last chance, give up the struggle immediately, and you will not die-"

The darkness that floated and churned in the air suddenly ......

The space seemed to flappe at this moment...... Countless magic power was squeezed out of the magic net, trembling and poured into one point, and then centered there, all of them were pushing forward!

That, of course, is just an illusion, and the truth is the exact opposite!

What is moving is a qiē in front of you, a cloud of divine power pulled by the four points!

Sideways, sword raised, lunge...... Elena tightened her silver fangs and allowed herself to avoid the three predetermined trajectories...... And the blade of the longsword is against the fourth.

It was as if he had been hit head-on by a giant dragon, and before he even had time to experience the pain that came directly into his body from his arm, he had already flown upside down like a stone bullet from a trebuchet!

But in the air, she still had to move again, swinging her sword!

Those four weapons had completely blended into the boundless darkness around them, and if it weren't for the flow of divine energy on them, Elena wouldn't even be able to see them, but even now, the afterglow of those pitch-black weapons in her vision was extremely subtle, like a line that constantly changed its trajectory, constantly flying towards her. And no matter which one of them is full of inexplicable divine power, as long as it touches one of them slightly, it will bring the shadow of death! (To be continued......