Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Eight-pointed black stars hung high in the sky, and the four-color magic flames were burning.

Six seconds later, there was another magical technique, which was instantly released by Painhurs. A magnificent dark beam of light instantly tore open the crimson, twisted dome of the world, and fell from the sky! Bring the surging power of chaos to the contractors of the four gods walking in the mortal world.

The warchief slightly raised his chin and was baptized in the faint and profane black beam, revealing a confident smile. The blue body, which is still in the arcane casting stage, has more than doubled almost instantly. Scarlet, azure blue, dark green, and soft pink, four distinct blasphemous flames, are on his back, four hooves, and wrists. The upper is blazing.

"Don't be arrogant!"

Seeing that something happened to his companion, the half-magic flying in the sky quickly lowered his height. While chanting mysterious spells, he stretched out his right hand to release a surging arcane torrent. Try to remove all the blessing spells on the opponent.

However, the arcane monster burning with the four-color magic fire in front of him suddenly disappeared!

Accompanied by an explosion of "pop", a scarlet little devil, on the contrary, was lifted from invisibility by his own magic and exposed to his vision.

"Above you! Idiot! That's the king car translocation! The invisible little devil, I don't know when it flew over your head!"

Under the silver mask, the shadow dancer's eyes widened in horror--the half-man, half-horse monster, under the blessing of many spells, looked far away, like an arcane ghost burning with the flames of the evil god! Almost became the incarnation of magic!

A terrifying halberd burning with four-color magic fire, whizzed out a trace of death in the air, and slashed hard at Teflin’s neck, while the latter, accompanied by a faint golden light, almost stuck to himself on the axe blade. At the moment of the neck, it flashed ten feet away, causing the warchief's attack to fall into the empty space.

At the same time, the half magician immediately stretched out his right hand and pulled it down. He borrowed the next few seconds to bring that mysterious power to the moment.

However, Painhes, who had already borrowed light to use the spell and was so versed in his heart, immediately recognized the enemy's tactics, and also stretched out his right hand and tried his best to tear it down!

Suddenly, the sky-shaking roar of battle, the roar of bows and arrows, and the sound of waves returned to silence. The actions of soldiers on both sides bending their bows and arrows, raising their shields to form a formation, were also frozen in a moment of time.

The huge battlefield returned to death-like silence. Only the two in a state of rapid explosion quickly performed their magic. Teflin raised a death finger entwined with thousands of monsters, and pointed it at the heart of the warchief, hoping His own death finger filled with undead energy can kill the powerful enemy in front of him.

And Pain Hess, with one hand, centered on himself, opened an anti-magic field that suppressed all magic, and all the spells and strange objects on the two people instantly fell silent, entwining the burning battle robe of **** flames, and The four-color magic fire of the Chaos Gods was directly extinguished and dissipated. The warchief's arcane body more than doubled, and returned to its original form.

At the same time, the two spellcasters fell into a negative state of rapid eruption, and they planted the icy sea on one side, and agitated crystal waves on the sea.

"Damn it."

The Shadow Dancer cursed secretly, and wanted to kill the enemy's familiar, but failed: Magnus was frightened and barked, flapping a scarlet fleshy wing that was bigger than his own body, and flew up. The high sky, accompanied by a loud bang, disappeared again.

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In the deep sea, Painhurs woke up from the fainting, subconsciously breathing, but let a large amount of salty sea water through the respiratory system, directly into his lungs, choking his tears would flow out. The warchief opened his eyes abruptly, but the sea water immediately poured into his pale eye sockets, and the stinging iris hurt.

On the other side, the half-magic also got out of the negative state of rapid eruption. He tried to chant a spell, but was caught off guard by the sea. In the sea, he spit out a long string of beautiful bubbles.

"Damn—breaststroke, butterfly, backstroke, freestyle, I don’t know how—but how should I swim in this half-man, half-horse form? It won’t sink?"

Painhurs tried to calm himself down. According to his past experience, his hands and four hooves were constantly swaying, gradually groping, mastering the swimming skills of the centaur, and trying to swim in the direction of Tefling, covering him in the undesired Inside the semi-magic field.

"Damn it!"

The mage finally calmed down, figured out the current situation, and instantly cast a transformation technique, making the scarlet skin on his body covered with dark green solid scales, the devil’s hooves and human hands, turning into softness. Webbed claws. The horns disappeared, the eyes were bulging, the gills of the cheeks cracked out of breathable fish, and he suddenly turned into an ugly murloc.

However, before he could catch his breath, the damned man swam towards him quickly, and the **** anti-magic field immediately suppressed and disintegrated his transformation spell! The special organ was beaten back to its prototype before it could absorb the oxygen in the water, swallowing a second mouthful of salty sea water, and crying tears flowed out.

Painhurs gradually mastered the knack of swimming, his hands were still, his slender four hooves swayed back at the same time, and his swimming speed was getting faster and faster!

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On the deck, Al'Akir was also struggling to support under the crazy offensive of the Shadow Dancers, the thunder roar that shook the sky, the burning flames, the killing ice, three different elements collided with each other, accompanied by the harshness of metal rubbing against each other. The noise hits dazzling sparks on the deck. The human sea offensive is completely useless to him. Once surrounded, the guy will quickly dissolve in the shadows like a liquid, disappear without a trace, and then appear from the shadows of the lone soldiers, launching a series of gusty deaths. offensive.

The demon descendant’s tricks are mysterious and unpredictable. The Howling Chief can barely protect himself with the thunder sword that has been passed down from generation to generation. For that matter, there are more than a dozen tracts all over his body, or he is burned by flames, or frozen by ice. Terrible scars.

"Kill the man with the Thunder Great Sword first! He is the leader!"

Suddenly, a drenched half-devil rushed out of the sea out of breath, and flew into the high sky. The dark red flames of **** rekindled, covering Master Taiflin with a layer of evil flames. 'S tabard.

The assassin lurking in the shadows nodded gently, responding to the request of her partner, her slender fingers lifted up, a group of shadow creatures constructed entirely of shadow energy, accompanied by creepy mourning and crying, appeared instantly On the left side of Chief Wind Howl!

Just when that thing stretched out two ghost claws that were billowing with the mist of shadows, trying to touch Al'Akir, the dancers of the shadows also appeared in the shadows under the shroud of star gauze, a pair of burning With the flames of hell, the sharp machete wrapped with snow flakes, pointed directly at the neck and heart of Chief Wind Howl!

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