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

"Spell King, I really haven't reached source level 3, but 'we' have arrived."

The young man who gathered the strength of the two said so, and waved his arms under the huge pressure of the enemy, as if he also waved the dusk.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the wind and clouds surged, and the turbid waves covered the sky.

Chapter 310 The Wind of Dusk (2k5)

In the sky, the dusk-colored stream of mist rolled and converged as if sensing the master's will, and the strong mantra fluctuations converged into countless tornadoes, which turned into spears of troubled times with the movements of the black-haired boy.

It is an invincible blade that can erode and shatter anything that stands in its way. It is a wind of destruction that is almost impossible to defend against. Priest roared away.

Faced with this difficult-to-defend attack from [Six Disasters], Priest's thin body seemed to have returned to his prime under the filling of mana. He raised his staff, and countless elves flickered beside him At this moment, the galaxy seemed to be reversed, and the white glow that swallowed everything reappeared in the world.

The fierce duel was staged in St. Freya Academy, and the spells devouring each other collided with each other. With the double help of the witch's blood and Lilian, Roja could feel the powerful and abundant spell that he had never had before. support him even more than Petra's blessing.

The golden pupils of the young man floating in the air lit up like candles amidst the vibration of the source quality. He stretched out his palm upwards, and the [Crown Stone] output with all his strength seemed to really release the ancient monsters out of the world. In the haze, the sky A faint figure appeared in the sky, it was a giant whose face could not be seen clearly for a long time, and it was also the person who called death in the records of ancient civilization.

The moment Priest saw the dim figure in the sky, the light in Priest's eyes increased sharply, and he finally understood Roja's support.

"Is this the basis for your wild words? The legendary monster that destroyed many ancient civilizations, one of the messengers of the Mother Goddess—the Windcaller, is indeed synonymous with horror."

Priest looked up at the gigantic monster made of endless wind and said so, then looked down at the boy in front of him.

"The power of the [Crown Stone], and your method of superimposing the power of people with the same bloodline beyond the source level 3 by means of a wonderful spell is indeed beyond my expectations, but... who gave it to you? Reaching source level 3 can threaten my illusion?"

"Source level 3 is just qualified to stand in front of me."

The old man with a thunderous voice raised his staff as he said so, and the white light exploded. Countless wind blades were scattered before reaching his side, and the wind spear formed by the tornado in the sky also collapsed. Shensha, showing full destructive power, Priest stared straight at the vague figure in the sky with bright eyes, like a king without fear at all.

That's right, even if he has fallen, even if he is no longer brilliant, the power of Priest standing at source level 1 as the king of the human race has not changed at all. They are the wealth accumulated by the old man in countless years, which are countless The experience accumulated in life and death fights cannot be taken away by others by any means.

"No matter how similar it is, this is not the monster's body after all. Although I don't know how you used this turbid wind to block my attack, it's meaningless if you can't hurt me."

The old man in black looked at Roja and shook his head, as if he had seen the end of the war of attrition, but the boy with long black hair fluttering in the wind didn't take it seriously.

Can't do damage, really?

"Priest, haven't you noticed yet?"

"what?"

"My wind didn't block your attacks, they disappeared just because they should have disappeared."

The black-haired boy calmly told the truth, while the King of Spells frowned visibly, as if he had captured some important information.

Roja didn't care about the old man's performance. He stretched out his hand, and the swirling air flow condensed in his palm. Looking at the air mass with the sound of wind, the black-haired boy said lightly:

"Priest, you said I was arrogant, but why not yourself?"

"Throughout the ages, how many civilizations have collapsed in front of the Windcaller, and countless mythical creatures with extraordinary powers far superior to human beings are also doomed. You are indeed powerful, but why do you think you can be an exception?"

Continuous questioning echoed in the old man's ears, but before Priest could speak, a burst of unprecedented weakness suddenly emerged from his body.

"Dangdang!"

Amidst the sound of the lantern falling to the ground, the King of Spells, whose eyes widened because his vision was blurred, looked at his arms in disbelief, and found that his well-maintained hands had been wrinkled and as dry as bark at some point.

"This is!"

"...Before the Windcaller, all things are equal, because what it blows away is time."

The black-haired boy revealed the answer lightly, and opposite him, the god-like old man's face changed in horror, and he finally understood the reason why the spell attack could not reach Roja's side.

With the passage of time, even a powerful attack capable of destroying [Ten Cities] will disappear due to the overflow of magic essence. This is an unchangeable law.

"Priest, you have already lost, you have lost to our clan."

Looking down at the rapidly weakening old man on the ground, Roja said these words calmly and without doubt, but the words of victory made the body of the King of Spells freeze, and also aroused his infinite anger.

"I lost? Heh, heh, you are the first person who dares to say that in front of me."

"I see. Is this the [Six Disasters]? It is indeed an almost irresistible force, but as I said, any tricks released by the source level 3 are not unbreakable in front of me!"

"You are not the real Windcaller. After all, this twilight-colored space has a limit, is it within this dream enchantment? Then just destroy this enchantment completely!"

The rapidly aging King of Spells roared. At this critical moment, countless times of survival experience allowed him to quickly make a judgment. Unimaginably huge spell power erupted from his body unreservedly. What followed was a violent shock.

It was a nightmare scene like a volcanic eruption. At this moment, Priest used the explosive power of the traditional conjurer to the limit, completely turning into a humanoid natural disaster. Under the white light, countless buildings were reduced to rubble. Going up to the sky, the rapidly expanding magic essence pushes away the chaotic wind mass, and rushes to the invisible barrier in the sky with everything nearby.

Astrid's dream enchantment, which is a space independent of the world, is the guarantee for Roja to maximize the [Eclipse Breath] skill, and it is also the reason why Priest can age so quickly. It is covered by Realistic dreams are transformed into almost impossible to destroy and shake, but these are forcibly cracked under the impact of the incomparable magic power of the King of Spells.

"Crack!"

Amid the sound of shattering glass, the dream barrier was cracked in a large area by the mana that shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption. The airflow generated by [Breath of Eclipse] kept leaking out, and the hazy phantom of the wind caller in the sky It began to shake unsteadily, and the aging speed of the black-robed old man also slowed down rapidly.

It worked!

Priest was already sweating profusely after experiencing the fear of aging and the outburst of going all out, but the old man in black robe still curled up his lips.

On the verge of life and death, he relied on his genius-like intuition and powerful strength to seize the chance of victory. Even the awakened members of the Akat family could not stop him with the [Crown Stone].

Among the white light and ruins, the King of Spells, who had finally dispelled the evening wind, looked up at the figure ahead, but to his surprise, under the broken sky, the black-haired boy was not panicked, but With a smile of success, he stretched out his hand, showed the black ring on his finger, and moved the balance of victory.

"Priest, breaking the dream barrier is indeed correct, but whose dream do you think this is?"

"Whose, dream?"

The old man who muttered to himself was slightly taken aback. He looked at the black ring in the shape of a rose, and his color suddenly changed the next moment.