The Magician of Rebirth

The red light is like substance, gradually condensing into the shape of a staff, which is grasped by slender and white fingers.The two oppressive forces collided suddenly. Under the influence of this force, the various schools of spells that were originally circling on the battlefield broke away from the control of the caster, lost their targets, and some even fell back to the mage himself. Beside him, for a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Dino's expression was horrified, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.As a prophet who uses soul power, he is several times more sensitive to soul attacks than ordinary people.Beside him, Moya pressed his chest tightly, his facial features were tangled together, and his coat was almost drenched in cold sweat.

Some mages didn't give up and tried to regain control of the elements, but no matter how much they recited spells, they couldn't bring out even the slightest magic power.This war has become a confrontation of pure physical strength between swordsmen, no longer interfered by magicians who have been endowed with special talents by the gods.

Flender's ten fingers loosened and then quickly clenched. The icy power that filled his body followed his thoughts and turned into countless arrows and shot out from the tip of the materialized staff.

If the power of the Soul Stone is the unruly wild horse, his power is the reins, controlling it, guiding it, finding the best way to use it.

The smile on the mouth of the mage on the opposite side had completely subsided, and the blood-red pupils were covered by the long hair that fell down.He raised his hand, stretching his fingers staggeredly like flowers blooming, the red light in the palm overflowed through the gaps between the fingers, and built a red barrier in front of him, blocking Flender's sharp attack .

Flender held his breath, trying to recall the feeling of manipulating the limit force that the body could bear in the special training of the Elf King, clenched his teeth, endured the cold that almost froze in the blood, and let the power flowing in his body Gather into bunches and strike again.

The originally scattered arrows paused slightly in the air, suddenly condensed into the shape of a long sword, and hit heavily on the protective shield with flowing luster, countless red shattered light fragments flew towards the surroundings.

Using the reaction force of this collision, Paris's body jumped back high, and then swung the golden staff in his hand suddenly by the gravity of his body when he fell, and the tornado with a tricky angle was mixed in the red light curtain Dive down with astonishing momentum.The bone-piercing coldness and hatred have the power to freeze the body and soul. The mages and warriors affected on the ground unconsciously stiffened their hands and feet, and dropped their weapons hastily with painful expressions.

Sharamon's body also stopped involuntarily. Sasha's long sword in front of him was still falling down due to inertia, but his shield was lying across his chest, and it was difficult to move up an inch.

Glancing at this scene out of the corner of his eye, Flender's breathing almost stopped. He wanted to release the instant wind wall, but he couldn't do so because the huge power in his body was difficult to control freely. The corners of his mouth clenched tightly, and his hands Instantly drenched in cold sweat.

'Little Fran, don't use the soul stone first, use your own power! The Elf King crossed his fingers, nails deeply embedded in the jade-like skin, the golden shield continued to expand, and bits and pieces of power leaked out through Flender's body, and the transparent wind wall was in Flender's body. De formed around him, blocking the magic attacks that were aimed at him.

The originally slightly red pupils suddenly returned to clear and pure black, and the blue light replaced the original blood-like red, released from the boy's body, warm and firm, full of hope, with an ocean-like inclusiveness and understanding strength.

That is, experienced sadness and despair, but did not let hatred occupy the heart, the most stubborn and strongest soul power.

Finally, Sharamon's shield was raised suddenly at the very moment, and it clashed with the long sword, blocking the blow that was supposed to be fatal.

At the same time, the figure of the white-robed mage also swayed for a while, and then stabilized again.In Flender's field of vision, the silver light spot on the protective cover fell off again, and was reassembled the next moment.

Flender panted heavily, and the feeling of fatigue flowed from the depths of his soul to his limbs, almost making him lose the strength to stand up instantly.

'Little Fran, hold on a little longer, you see, the soul of that human mage can't last too long. The beautiful young man showed a complacent and tired smile, "My ignorant junior has already started to get impatient. '

'But we cannot last long, Your Majesty. The red-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth habitually, his eyes glanced at Sharamon's armor that oozes blood slightly and the golden halo on the Elf King's palm trembling slightly with his breathing. After closing his eyes, he immediately opened them again. Aggressively, 'one strike determines the outcome! '

The ring on Flender's finger was so bright that it almost reflected half of the sky red. The young man wrapped in the light raised his right arm high, and layers of gold smudged from his fingertips. Then it melted into the overwhelming redness behind him. From a distance, it seemed as if his whole body was bathed in the grace of the gods.His expression was cold and solemn, and his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't look directly at them, exuding invisible coercion.The entire forest seemed to be resonating with his power, the branches and leaves of the trees were swaying wildly, the roar of wild beasts could be heard faintly, and the violent wind gathered around him, blowing his long hair.

"The eyes are so good, I was really surprised." A drawn-out voice sounded from the opposite side, the eyes showing regret through the long hair, and the tone was full of emotion and embarrassment, "It makes me feel a little sad." I have the heart to... destroy you!"

The last three words were blurred in the white-robed mage's throat, and a long-prepared wind blade pierced through the chest of the body from behind him, and the red light emitted from his palm began to split apart at a speed visible to the naked eye , The silver light fell off like snow flakes one after another, and then gradually disappeared in the air.

The bewitching red pupils widened in amazement, and the red in them slowly faded, gradually returning to their original color.At the same time, Flender's long-prepared attack finally struck!

In the raging wind, a crack appeared on the ring on Paris's finger, and then the crack gradually expanded, running through the entire ring, and finally shattered into pieces with a "snap".

The dust all over the sky obscured everyone's sight, and there was a muffled groan filled with horror and unwillingness.

Flender silently stared at Paris's limp body, and exhaled lightly. 'Your Majesty, your great-great-grandson should have left this body, right? '

'That's right. "The beautiful young man was limp on the ground as if his bones had been taken out, and his voice became listless." The attack of the soul is also fatal to an elf, and he must be seriously injured now.This container carried part of the damage and was completely unusable, so the contract was terminated. '

'But having said that,' the originally lazy tone suddenly added a bit of exclamation, 'it's time for our family to welcome a new king. '

'The new king? Flender was a little dazed, watching the beautiful face of the young man in the white robe quickly wither, like a dehydrated flower, thick blood seeped out along his wound, soaking the ground under him.

On his cheek, a crystal drop of water slowly slid down the corner of his eye, across his pale cheek, and disappeared in his blood-stained long hair.

The golden scepter, which symbolized the highest honor of a mage, fell heavily, and the red gem at the top was immersed in a pool of blood.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and there was a moment of silence on the battlefield.Neither Salaman, Gaston nor the rebels could believe what they saw.

At this moment, a three-dimensional image suddenly projected from the top of the sticky scepter...