Ember Skywalker

Chapter 68 Blade Fight!

All the saints were staring at him coldly, locking onto him!

Simonov was so horrified that he no longer cared about anything else and quickly drove his beast away.

After witnessing the horror of these saints, he had no desire to fight.

However, he did not fly far before a wave of attacks caught up with him, and the shadow of death enveloped the giant overlord.

At this moment, the beast under him turned strangely and turned its belly over to block the burning technique.

Six balls of burning magic exploded on it at the same time!

This most powerful beast in Poincare's history suddenly turned into a torch and turned into ashes in its frantic struggle.

"Morton!"

The Giant King howled and spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with black fire.

Even with the beast blocking his way, Simonov was seriously injured.

He didn't dare to stay any longer and fled away quickly, leaving behind a desperate howl that echoed for a long time.

"let's go."

Murdosak took the lead and flew towards the Burning Demon Tower.

In the northwest corner of Dawn City, stands a tall church - Turing Cathedral.

This is the academic center of the Temple of Wisdom in Poincare.

In the church hall, Archbishop Dickens was kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.

A general covered in blood stood at the back, his face extremely anxious, but he did not dare to step forward to interrupt.

Finally, he gritted his teeth:

"Respected Archbishop, Dawn City is in imminent danger. Please provide support as soon as possible!"

Dickens turned his back to the general and said slowly:
"Arthur, I already know everything. My Lord's warriors will appear at the right time."

"But, Bishop, the situation outside is extremely urgent. Lord Hawke can no longer hold on!"

Dickens shook his head.
"Arthur, this is not a war of one day, nor a war of one year, but a war that spans across the ages. I know when to take action."

Arthur looked bewildered.

On the other side, Riven followed everyone into the Burning Demon Tower.

This is a huge space.

There is a blue lake in the center of the space, with mist emanating from the surface of the lake.

There are many silver pillars standing in the lake. They are about three meters in diameter and are engraved with complex magic patterns all over.

From time to time, a Burning Mage would fly to the pillar and sit down, and then the magic patterns would light up.

In addition to the pillars, Raven also saw twelve thick fuel pipes.

One end of them is connected to the lake, and the other end extends outside the tower, and it is unknown where they lead to.

"No need to look at it, that is the tunnel that provides fuel for the Titan's Wrath."

After saying this, Feyre flew towards a silver pillar, and everyone else did the same.

As soon as Raven sat on the silver pillar, he felt a strong burning force surging from under his body.

He immediately started pulsating meditation, adjusting the fluctuations of his mental power to be closer to the fluctuations of the surrounding fuel power.

The surrounding fire energy shook violently and surged towards him with such force that it actually formed a tornado.

"I rely on!"

Raven was shocked. He didn't expect that pulsation meditation would cause such a big reaction.

Monet on the side was also shocked and stared at Raven intently.

He didn't understand, with Raven's strength, how could he mobilize such a level of fuel?
Even the Heaven Grade Burning Technique is just like this.

"Feiye, are you sure there's something wrong with his mental strength?" Murdosak was surprised.

With such momentum, it is impossible for Riven's mental strength to be only average!

"Christine confirmed it herself during the entrance exam this year. I don't know how he became so good."

Faye smiled wryly.

"This kid always gives me so many surprises."

"Entrance test this year? This child just entered school?"

Günter asked curiously.

"I have some friends in the White Tower. I heard that this year you have a child with dual talents, but his mental strength is very mediocre. Could it be him?"

Feiye rolled her eyes: "He's your godson."

Günter opened his mouth wide: "Are the standards of your White Tower so high now? It seems that Morgan Academy has to learn from you, or we will be left behind."

In Riven's sea of ​​consciousness, Xing Zhu was shaking like cheering, greedily absorbing the fuel from the sea surface, like a beggar who had been hungry for who knows how many days.

Never before had the burning energy been so strong in one place.

It was actually always 'hungry'. As it absorbed more and more fuel, some places on the surface of the star began to brighten, revealing magic patterns.

More and more magic patterns appeared, and more mist spread out from the Star Slayer and merged into Riven's sea of ​​consciousness. Riven's mental strength began to slowly increase...

After an unknown amount of time, Xing Zhu seemed to have had his fill and gradually fell silent.

Raven finally opened her eyes.

what!
He was surprised to find that he had advanced.

From the beginner level to the advanced level of the Great Burning Mage, it is a leap of two small levels.

Not only did his fuel capacity fully recover, but the total amount also increased significantly.

Not only that, his mental strength has also improved a lot, and his perception has become sharper.

If the burning power was just a mist in front of him before, now he could see even smaller water droplets in the mist.

What happened?

Raven was puzzled, he just sat on the fuel column and meditated for a while, why did this happen?

Of course, this is a good thing.

Gulu! Gulu!
Suddenly his stomach rumbled and he felt a strong sense of hunger. He felt like he could eat an entire beast right now.

"Raven, you're awake." Feyre said.

"Teacher, is there anything to eat? Give me some quickly." Raven's eyes glowed green.

Feyre pulled some food out of the Star Ring and Raven devoured it.

"Teacher, some more."

"Want more?"

Faye was surprised that this was a day's food for an adult.

He pulled out another pile of rations.

After eating several days' worth of food for an adult, Raven was finally full.

"Why do you eat so much?" Feyre looked at him strangely.

"Maybe the battle just now consumed too much energy." Raven said casually.

He couldn't say it had anything to do with pulsation meditation.

"The little guy actually advanced, congratulations." Monet came over and looked at Raven with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master."

"Feyre, you have a good disciple. I was not as good as him when I was his age." Monet smiled at the old man.

As they were talking, the others gradually recovered their energy. Murdosak said coldly:

"Now, it's time to give these natives some color."

At the gap in the city wall, Hawke was roaring and hacking wildly, and he was already turned into a bloody man.

He didn't know how many aliens he had killed, nor did he know how long he could hold on. He only knew that the soldiers around him fell one by one.

On this bloody battlefield, the only thing he could do was to keep swinging his weapon.

At this moment, a ripple appeared behind him. The ripple was so faint that it was almost impossible to detect in the chaotic battlefield.

Hawke was completely unaware and continued swinging his sword wildly.

A black line ran across his neck.

Hawke's roar stopped abruptly, a ball of green fire blazed from his neck, and his head flew into the sky.

The black line slid forward for a distance and disappeared from sight.

Hawke, the top Heavenly Rank warrior, died in battle!
The one who killed him was Cezanne, the leader of the Black Flash tribe.

As soon as Hawke died, the entire line of defense collapsed and the natives poured into the city like a tide.

The three cavalry regiments that had previously rushed out of the city are still being held up and unable to return to provide support, and the battle situation is gradually deteriorating.

Just when things were extremely critical, thousands of burly warriors suddenly rushed out from the street corner.

They were wearing animal skins and holding big axes in their hands. They were actually tundra warriors.

The leader was Saleh.

Looking at the sea of ​​enemies, Saleh spat fiercely, tore off his leather armor, and shouted:
"Take it all off! Now it's time to show off yourselves!"

"Ho-ha!"

The tundra warriors roared and began to tear off their leather armor.

Saleh raised his axe: "For His Highness!"

"For His Highness!" Thousands of people rushed towards the gap.

While still running, the frozen earth warrior in the front began to go crazy.

Their eyes turned silver, their muscles began to swell, and their strength surged.

(End of this chapter)