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

"Wait! That's it!"

"That's right, this is precisely the dream of my ancestor, Astrid, who gave up my dream and sealed it in the ring to protect the [Dream of Chaos] and guard the world and this academy for hundreds of years!"

"You broke her dream and opened the door for her."

Under the shattered sky, the golden pupils of the black-haired boy holding a ring and pronouncing the name of his ancestors suddenly lit up. The next moment, a rainbow of seven colors crossed the dream from the crack and fell straight down towards the old man in black.

Chapter 310 The Day of Returning to the World (2k5)

The ultimate rainbow light erupted in the shattered sky, and Priest swung his staff to block it, but it was too late.

At the moment when the white light collided with the aurora, a huge shock wave swept across the ground. He was already old and frail, and had experienced the aging of the evening wind. Blood, but even so Priest stood firm.

The old man in black robe raised his head, looked at the shattered sky and the black-haired boy, and finally understood what was the strange aura when he just stepped into the barrier, but after a while, the old man shook his head at Roja.

"I see, are you using that aging wind to force me to break the barrier? Hehe, it is indeed a perfect strategy. I have no other choice in it, but boy, do you think you have succeeded?"

Priest stared at the cracks in the dream that were gradually recovering with his radiant eyes, and hissed with anger mixed with his smile:

"No, it's just that she can't return from the dream at this level. The blow just now is probably the limit, but it's useless, she can't kill me!"

The roaring King of Spells tapped his staff to the ground, and a shadow divided into three appeared at his feet immediately, and then his body radiated light again, dispelling the twilight haze that surrounded him.

"This is an ancient spell inherited from the ancient kingdom of shadows. Except for the ability of the wind caller, there is no way to kill me without triggering it. I still have three chances, and your price may already be higher than that." Here you go."

"...indeed."

The black-haired boy whose mana was almost exhausted in the fierce battle nodded and answered, but the expression of despair that the old man wanted to see was completely absent on his face. Roja stared at Priest and spoke with a smile on his face. Repeat the previous words.

"But I've already said it, King of Spells, you've already lost, but it wasn't me who lost, but our clan."

"Our family, but there is still one person."

The moment Roja's words fell to the ground, the black-haired girl suddenly appeared beside the boy. Lilian, who came from afar, glanced at the old man in front of her, and then stretched out her hand to the boy.

The interlocking hands acted as a bridge, and in just a moment, a fierce resonance appeared between the two. At the same time, a drop of blood wrapped in iridescent light also appeared in front of Lilian. Hesitantly swallowed it into his body.

It was the blood of the ancestors that Astrid sent across the dream under the path opened by the terrible enemy, and it was also the blood of the most difficult creature in the world to influence - the blood of the succubi, and using it as a medium, only one night A miracle was born.

The crystal wings spread from behind, and the small ears became slightly sharper. With the change of temperament, the already beautiful face exuded a dreamlike charm. Under the colorful light, with blood as the medium, Lilian realized A brief dream demonization took place, and at the same moment, the skills bestowed by the witch followed closely.

【Altasia's Call】

When the light of the skill touched Lilian, the black and red lines of spell power spread to the outside world like lightning. After thousands of years, the holder of the [Crown] finally found it and delivered it to the witch's royal court. Out the invitation.

"It is time to take the stage, Her Majesty."

Under the tumbling dark clouds covering the sky, the young man with shining golden eyes invited Lilian in a young voice, and the next moment, the magic power like black mist quickly enveloped Lilian, and when it dispersed again, the black-haired princess had turned into the white-haired Witch King.

After countless years, Altasia reappeared in the world, showing a moving smile to the boy who was holding hands.

"Master Hero is really cunning, you clasped your hands so tightly, I can't think of it and I can't bear it."

Amidst the pleasant chuckle, the white-haired witch's Qian-colored pupils floating in the air flashed light, and the world froze in the next moment, and then began to roll back.

In Priest's eruption, the broken ground began to restore its original appearance, and the collapsed buildings stood up again. The wind, sand and smoke completely disappeared. At this moment, the world was like Altasia's toy, when she fell to the ground , Everything that greets her needs to be solemn and gorgeous.

"This is!"

Witnessing this incomprehensible miracle, the black-robed old man's eyes widened in disbelief. At the moment Altasia appeared, Priest experienced an emotion again after hundreds of years.

fear.

The witch, that is the race born in the shadow of Shia in the legend, extremely dangerous and incomprehensible, the existence is the punisher who is feared by all things in the world, and is also the most difficult object to touch and figure out in the ancient existence.

"Tree of the Holy Spirit!"

Sensing the unimaginable danger, Priest immediately understood the current situation. The omen of death that oppressed his nerves made him decisively choose to strike first. As he shouted, blood gushed out from the old man's seven orifices. The huge price turned into strength, and he went all out Activate the absolute defense brought by the blood.

The holy giant tree rose from the ground in an instant and climbed steadily, and the elves emitting light resonated together. An altar was raised where Priest was, and the phantom gods who rested in the holy tree in ancient times woke up one by one to provide him with shelter.

Under the divine light, the old King of Spells pointed forward with his stick, and under the pressure of fear, he launched the craziest attack in his life.

Pouring with boiling blood, embellished with white bones, and using the branches of the holy tree as the body of the sword, the sword of the king who slays the gods was born. Looking at the brilliant and flawless holy sword under the divine light, the flesh and blood are exhausted, and everyone is lost. Excited red tides appeared on the face of the old man with only one arm.

This is the miracle that Priest surpassed himself at a critical moment, using the body of the king of the human race as a medium to combine with the tree of the Holy Spirit. Since then, the sword has emitted infinite brilliance.

can win.

The moment the Sword of the Holy Tree was born, Priest determined the outcome of this battle. He could feel that this was an incomparable power, and he who had obtained this power by accident could also will be unstoppable.

"I don't know what kind of existence you summoned, but the ending will not change, just disappear."

The old man in black robe threw down his long staff, and held the glorious holy sword with his remaining arm. The moment he held the hilt, Priest's body radiated light. Under the blessing of the gods, the years were short The old man turned into a handsome young man. He swung his long sword, and the tide of light that seemed to be able to cut off time rushed out.

The swirling particles of light attacked the black-haired boy and the white-haired witch, but Altasia under the brilliance was completely unmoved. The Witch King watched the floating stardust with happy eyes, as if Watch a gorgeous show.

"It's really beautiful, my lord hero."

"Indeed, but don't you want to defend yourself?"

"It's okay, have you forgotten me? What kind of witch am I?"

"!"

Staring at the black-haired boy who seemed to have remembered something, Altasia raised the corners of her mouth to show a happy smile, and the next moment, a lot of phantoms appeared in the place where the two were.

Palaces and high pavilions, forested stone pillars and holy white monuments, deafening cheers and figures of fighting crowds flashed one by one, and finally turned into a warrior holding a shield and walked towards the front of the two. When the shield was raised, the huge The phantom of the shadow shrouded, and the red flame pupils emerged from the front, and the all-swallowing curse flames spewed and stretched into a protective barrier, firmly resisting the brilliance of the holy sword.