Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

This was the common reaction from the north and south of the city, inside and outside the college, after the flash of light was sent out for a few seconds.

It was a bright white meteor that seemed to contain endless brilliance, beautiful and holy, but what it contained was not warmth, but the coldness and despair that led people to death.

"Sister!"

Everything happened too fast, the next second when Roja noticed the shining light spot, the light dyed everything nearby white, and in the distance, the old man in black robe looked at the place where the meteor fell, the old man There was no joy or sadness on his face.

Priest Maxhill, this is the name praised by people in this era. When people mention him, the first thing that comes to mind is the image of a wise and gentle old man. Bronya's admirers call him a saint , Scholars hailed him as the wisest Speaker of all time, and supernatural beings called him the King of Spells.

Over the countless years, Priest has received too many honors and shouldered corresponding responsibilities. However, today, looking at the falling light, the old man's face has no kindness. Instead, it was cold and solemn.

It has been a hundred years since he was old and frail and fell to the savior. After a hundred years of planning, Priest is finally about to achieve his goal. However, at this critical moment, an unexpected person came to Leinster.

The Acate family, this is a family that must not be careless in the slightest, especially their awakened bloodlines. For these chosen sons who bear a heavy burden, everything is possible. A summary of them over time.

Whether it is an insurmountable level gap or an unbreakable fixed rule, they are not absolute in front of them. Their possibilities are far beyond human comprehension. This has been the case since ancient times, and this time is no exception.

Priest's slightly dim eyes looked into the distance. Under his attack, the whole area trembled, but the two people who were the targets were not wiped out.

Where the light dissipated, there appeared a huge skeleton skeleton and a giant black snake that surrounded the two people. At this time, most of the body of the skeleton skeleton had been melted by the light, and the giant black snake was almost broken, but it was impossible. Needless to say, even with the lack of souls, these two mana constructs did protect their masters.

In the body of the ancient god that gradually dissipated, the black-haired boy spat out blood, but the pain that seemed to tear his body not only did not kill his fighting spirit, but made his will as cold as ice, unshakable.

"frozen soil."

Amidst the murmurs, the soaring white mist unreservedly rushed out of the boy's body, biting towards the old man holding a long staff in the distance. At the same time, the low-pitched horns began to sound from all directions, which had never been heard before. The strong wave of mana erupted from Lilian's body, centering on Priest's location, amidst the earth-shattering shouts of killing, countless soldiers stepped out of the light and began to charge.

The heavy armored legion with a lion painted on the shield, the blue armored knight with a spear pointing forward, and the archer assisted by a strange mechanical spell on his arm, the most elite legion in human history started a battle under the order of the queen. Amidst the encirclement and suppression and the sound of piercing through the air, arrows of destruction with added elemental magic power densely merged into colorful dark clouds and descended from the sky.

Beside Lilian, thousands of conjurers in red robes raised their long staffs together. The light of the conjuration was as bright as the stars for a moment, and the obscure incantations echoed in their mouths.

A moment after being attacked, the two people who had a tacit understanding made their killing moves almost at the same time. There was no other reason, but because the enemy put too much pressure on them.

In the frost, the young man's face was more ugly than ever, and in front, Lilian blocked him behind him like a protector, but her clenched hands trembled undetectably.

Both of them could feel that the opponent didn't use all their strength in the blow just now, and that was indeed the case.

That's right, the blow that shook the earth like a shooting star just now was just a greeting from Priest, even if he was destined to kill the opponent, and even came here specially for this, Priest didn't like to attack juniors by surprise.

Giving the opponent the right to fight back with all his strength is his reserve as the king of spells, just like now.

Under the moonlight, surrounded by thousands of troops and horses, the horns of the battalion continued to sound, the ground trembled with the sound of horseshoes, and the sky was covered by arrows and freezing air. However, facing these, the old man in black did not Moved, he looked at the young girl in the distance with eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life, and after a long time, he just let out a sigh.

"It's amazing."

The praise from the heart came from the mouth of the King of Spells, Roja is familiar with history, how could the knowledgeable Priest not know the origin of these soldiers?

With these formidable legions and that weird cold air, even the powerhouses at the source level 2 would probably be easily killed by the joint efforts of these two young people. Such a child would definitely be the object of his full protection, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Under the overwhelming offensive, Priest's body suddenly burst into layers of light, the dark cloud of elemental arrows was wiped out, and the freezing air covering it was also washed away. The old conjurer raised his long staff, and the staff The holy image above suddenly seemed to come alive, and the half-length banshee opened her arms, calling for death.

"Cough! Not good!"

Roja, who coughed up a mouthful of blood, stared at the long staff in the old man's hand, his complexion changed drastically, and he reflexively thought of a holy artifact.

[Stand of the Dead Whisperer], that is the holy weapon described in the records of the Kingdom of Scholars. It is said that the soul of the cursed banshee resides in it. Tens of thousands of lives have been harvested on the battlefield.

The terrifying weapon in the record flashed across his mind, and the next moment, the cruel reality confirmed his thoughts.

Within [-] meters of the old man, the knights rushing towards Priest fell to the ground amidst the screams. All the men and horses lost their breath in the call of death. The black-haired girl suddenly widened her eyes. , However, after only a moment of hesitation, he made up his mind and continued to command the army to charge towards him in an endless stream.

Time must be bought for the legion spells of the conjurers behind him, at any cost.

Lilian, who firmly believed, began to delay the time with all her strength. The heroic legionnaires rushed towards the enemy one after another. The corpses were piled up layer by layer. The scene was unprecedentedly tragic. However, no one could rush within ten meters of Priest. Huge skeletons are not afraid of this terrifying curse, but Gulandar, who lacks a soul, cannot pose a threat to the enemy.

The freezing air and the rain of arrows were still continuously dispersed by the light, and the sound of shouting to kill shook the whole field. Every minute and every second of the battle seemed like a year, until the sound of the thousand people's spells stopped abruptly, and the inexplicable sense of oppression in the sky was strong When it was too late to be ignored, Lilian's purple pupils lit up again.

[Legion Spell·God Strike], after a long preparation, it was finally completed.

The moment the sound of the horn ceased, thousands of red-robed conjurers raised their staffs high, and at the same time a pure white sun broke through the clouds in the dark sky and illuminated the entire city. The knot was like a dragon, and it slammed down on the old man in black.

It was an army spell that could not be avoided under the guidance of thousands of magicians. The powerful fluctuation of the spell completely refreshed Roja's cognition, just like the simple and straightforward name, like the punishment from the gods.

Faced with the attack that seemed to purify the world, Priest finally put away the long staff attached to the banshee, and used his bloodline ability instead.

The old man in black slashed his palms and squeezed out blood towards the ground. When the blood dripped on the ground, huge waves of mana surged like a tsunami, green grass quickly grew out of the originally empty ground, and a strange and shining tree It rose from the ground, and countless elves began to wander around it.

In the center of the dark and bloody battlefield, it seemed that a paradise that was not bordered by the mortal world was born for a while. The attack of heaven's punishment fell, and the earth was completely broken in the light. The explosion and hurricane tore apart everything within a kilometer, but Priest, who was inside, was unharmed.

"It's really a rare legion spell."

Under the tree of brilliance, the old man in black looked at the gradually fading white sun in the sky and admired.

"Such a complex spell, with such a high degree of completion, this kind of well-trained extraordinary army, I am afraid that only a country like the ancient Austin Empire can form it, but unfortunately, the spell does not work for me. "

The old King of Spells looked at the billowing smoke and dust that hadn't drifted away and muttered to himself, as if he could do a job with ease, but an unexpected rhetorical question came to his ears.

"The spell doesn't work, what about this one?"

Amidst the smoke and night, golden pupils like candles suddenly lit up not far away, and the next moment, the thick and almost substantive freezing air broke through the smoke and dust like light and hit Priest's thin body. The old man didn't seem to have expected that an attack would be able to enter this world, and before he even made a move, he completely turned into an ice sculpture. The paradise created by the Tree of Glory sensed the master's state and responded, emitting light again.

However, under Lilian's legion spell, Roja's full output, and the frost of [Six Disasters] freezing everything, even this magical life began to show fatigue. After a few seconds of stalemate, the radiant trees finally came Immediately after, the old man turned into ice crystals.

The elves gradually dissipated, and the grass that was independent from the world turned into frozen soil. Roja gasped and let go of his hands only after everything was frozen. In the silence all around, a black-haired girl came from behind, and the two of them looked at the front The ice sculptures looked at each other silently.

From the beginning of this battle, in fact, it has been going according to the countermeasures that Roja and Lilian have studied before. When encountering Priest, the two had guessed for a long time, so they settled on Lilian. Feint attack, Roja's strategy of using the [Crown Stone]'s ability to take the opportunity to decide the outcome.

Although the frozen air from the frozen soil maker is easily dispersed by the spell, the effect is absolute as long as it hits. It is also the only means that can really cause damage in the discussion between the two.