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

At the front of the crowd, Antonio's face was already exhausted. Feeling the intensity of the white thunder and lightning that had not changed at all, as if it was endless, the young man had already understood the thoughts of the black-robed old man.

Priest was saving his strength. Facing Antonio, he did not explode like last night. Instead, he kept repeating attacks at the source level 2 with a full blow. But even so, after a long confrontation, Antonio also Already overwhelmed.

After everyone on the city wall had evacuated, the solidified space shield finally dissipated. The moment Antonio left, the thunder of the explosion destroyed the towering high wall, and the collapsed city tower rushed into the city with the turbulent flow.

After all, people's resistance did not stop the Spell King's footsteps. Amidst the chaotic whispers, the Salvation Legion gathered here began to march towards the broken city gate. They crossed the gap in the city wall and chased the retreating soldiers and students. Weird voices came, but the crazy whispers were offset by the special effects of the dream enchantment.

In Astrid's enchantment, people barely gained the ability to resist the whispers, but even so, they were only able to engage in short-term melee combat. The soldiers who fought and retreated retreated towards the second city wall, and once again The organization resisted, but its effect was very limited.

Without solid fortifications and a powerful city fortress spell system, the defenders were no longer able to resist the swarming black-armored soldiers, and the city walls fell one after another. At midnight, it seemed that monsters from hell finally broke the last barrier. Blocking rushed into the academy.

After countless monsters, Priest, carrying an oil lamp, once again returned to the academy that was managed by him in name, with a smile on his old face, and his steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, just like returning The king is also like a triumphant general.

The moment Priest entered the dream enchantment, a familiar feeling suddenly rushed into his heart, but before he could think about it, violent fluctuations in spell power came from the sky, and the hall where Estrid was located Colorful rainbow lights shot up into the sky, countless dream elves emitted light, and the colorful aurora illuminated the sky, and then radiated towards the intruders.

The face of the old man under the aurora was unmoved. He opened his finger and used his own blood power. The radiant miracle tree and grass reappeared. Unscathed by the ultimate move.

"Boring trick."

Priest looked at the end of the aurora in the distance and raised the corners of his mouth. The more preparations Astrid reserved, the more it meant that she was unable to break free from the dream. Although the concentrated attacks of the elves were powerful, they were still far from reaching the goal. able to hurt him.

The hundred years of waiting is finally coming to an end. The King of Spells steps forward again. White mist fills the area around the dark green lantern. The old man who walks out of it is like a god of death, carrying a monster from hell to bring destruction to everyone. However, The moment Priest stepped into the Dark Night Academy where there were only dots of lights left, Priest paused.

A feeling of sluggish breathing and pressure on the heart suddenly appeared in the old man's body. It was the almost instinctive danger perception of the King of Spells who had experienced countless battles in countless years. Its appearance only represented one thing, That's where the crisis comes.

Priest's pupils shrank suddenly in this instant, and the next moment, the old man who seemed to feel something suddenly turned his head, his eyes that had seen the vicissitudes of life crossed numerous obstacles like a falcon, and landed on the top of the bell tower on that moonlit night, with long hair On the wandering boy.

It was a figure with illusory beauty like an elf that no longer existed in the world, with a dark coat, a slightly thin body, slightly pale skin that had not yet recovered from blood loss, and shoulder-length hair for some reason that fluttered with the night wind , the indifferent eyes looking down showed majesty again, and the moonlight attached to his body, exuding brilliance like a guardian.

"!"

When he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Priest suddenly widened his eyes. Naturally, the King of Spells would not lose color because of the change in the appearance of the enemy. What really made him feel weird was Roja's eyes. .

It was calm and vicissitudes, like a pair of eyes that have spent countless years and seen the prosperity and decline of the world. The bright colors in the once golden pupils seemed to have been erased by time, leaving only the dim colors like dusk. The moment Priest met his gaze, Priest even had the illusion of looking directly at some ancient existence.

Not right.

Almost subconsciously, Priest's spell power began to churn in his body. Roja, who was watching him, did not have any movement or killing intent, but it was because of this that he felt the creeps.

"what have you done?"

The frowning old man questioned, but he didn't expect an answer at all. The vigilant Priest raised his hand directly. The light of the spell shone like stars falling on the ground in the dark night. The intense light accompanied the words. Rush towards the figure on the tower.

Everything in front of him turned into white light like last night, and the familiar sight made the black-haired boy's eyes flicker slightly, but he is no longer what he used to be.

The moment before the ray of light approached him, a twilight-colored air suddenly burst out from the boy's body. The turbid air wave instantly covered the sky and spread in all directions, and the twilight-colored hurricane firmly held Priest's attack. live, and then reduce it to nothingness like dust.

But it's just that it's not over yet, as the night wind blew by, the sound of the wind rang out, and almost instantly, the entire St. Freya Academy seemed to have fallen into another world.

It was a hazy air flow filling the surroundings, like a doomsday dusk scene, the piercing wind mixed with the sound of rolling sand echoed in the air, and the call of death filled the surroundings as if in ears.

"This is......"

The old man in black robe looked at the scene in front of him and frowned in amazement, but he didn't explode his magic power like the frozen air that was touched by the frozen earth, because unlike the previous frozen air, the dusk-colored airflow was not in a straight line shock, but everywhere.

"I see. I didn't expect you to gain new power."

The face of the old man in black robe gradually became gloomy in the wind and sand, and the strong spell power began to accumulate in his body. In just one day, Roja had undergone such a big change. Once again elicited the shocking killing intent in Priest's heart.

Sure enough, the members of this family must be dealt with, otherwise there will be endless troubles, but fortunately, there is still time for everything.

"This turbid wind is also the power of [Crown Stone]. It is indeed scary and unknown, but as I said last night, you shouldn't appear in front of me if you haven't reached source level 3."

Amidst the thunder and fire, the old man in black watched the young man's faint opening.

"No matter how miraculous power is, it needs spell power and level to back it up. Last night, that girl who was deceived by her false feelings saved you, but she doesn't seem to be by your side today."

"False feelings?"

Hearing words that were difficult to ignore, the black-haired boy wrapped in the wind of death asked for the first time, Priest nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"That's right, the girl from the Aqiman family is only related to you by blood. It's just a coincidence with a very small probability. You have no blood relationship, but you are only attracted by each other's resonance, just like those men and women who are addicted to emotions. "

The King of Spells said so with contempt on his face, but after hearing his words, Roja shook his head expressionlessly.

"No, King of Spells, you are the one who is blind."

"what?"

"In fact, there is only one kind of beautiful emotion in this world, and that is the feeling of wanting to tolerate, cherish and protect each other in this crazy world. When people have this kind of emotion, they will be divided according to the relationship and degree. For family, love, and friendship, this is the truth of these feelings."

"Probability? Blood relationship? Don't make me laugh. Our cherished relationship with each other is by no means vain. This is something you can't understand after abandoning all your relatives, friends, and even the human race?"

"!"

Hearing the young man's ridicule, the King of Spells' face darkened instantly. He spoke angrily, stared at Roja and said word by word:

"You'll pay for your arrogance, boy."

In the explosion-like light and anger, Priest finally entered the fighting state again, and the huge coercion came overwhelmingly. However, facing the pressure that seemed to freeze his blood, the boy did not panic. He calmly opened the bottle, Then pour the same blood into the mouth.

The moment the liquid fell into his throat, the blood of the witch swallowed in the dream burned in his body as if awakened, and the unbearable illusions of intense pain and noise followed one after another. The majestic palace, the bloody The ancient battlefields, the ancient gods and the icons in the darkness, everything flowed quickly in pain, and finally returned to the smile on the corner of the mouth of the Witch King in front of the tea table.

"Let me see what you're going to do, my lord hero."

After the murmur full of joy, the resonance of the blood began to surge like never before. The phantom of the black-haired girl appeared behind the boy. Roja turned his head slightly, and the two people looked at each other with a heart and smiled. Merged into one.

The next moment, the rapidly rising mantra rushed into the sky like an explosion, and the dusk-colored clouds rolled and roared like huge waves. Under the surprised gaze of the old man, the black-haired boy said lightly: