The Legend of Fatality

There are only a few lights left in the mage tower. In the dark and dim darkness, it is more difficult to move forward cautiously, but he knows that he has no time to stay vigilant. He ran up the winding stairwell, closely following the sound of explosions and spells coming from above.

Flynn barely noticed the dwarven mechanical parts and magical runes around him. The walls of this dwarf-built mage tower are lined with a mixture of engineering art and magical art, and it is these amazing crafts for the observatory. The mysterious device of the Star Prophet provides power.

And now these exquisite craftsmanship has been twisted or blown up, and there are some blasphemous runes painted on it with dark red liquid. As he walked up the stairs, the bodies of defenders and intruders multiplied. When he finally reached the top floor, he had walked a dozen platforms.

There was a massacre at the observatory, leaving deep blood stains on the stone. He felt more and more angry at this blasphemy and insult. As he was about to reach the top floor, the top of his staff involuntarily emitted a burst of starlight.

Flain angered, rushed from the stairwell into the observatory at the top of the Master Tower. He only took a moment to remember everything. The flame jumped from the floor, over the curved wall, and cast a weird shadow in the space in front of him.

The metal dome itself towered into the cloud, but his lines were broken and deformed. A thick metal long tube, as wide as two people, lying crookedly on a heavy railing, surrounded by wreckage of guided machinery that was blown up and burnt.

Colorless lenses and crystal prisms were scattered on the floor and mixed with other destroyed debris. The air was filled with the smell of dark magic and a pungent smell. There are corpses everywhere, maybe a dozen. No matter who came to destroy his mage tower, he came back with a huge price.

There were only three mages still standing, and a lone apprentice stood in front of the broken lens, his robe dancing wildly with the gust of wind and fire. His wand shone with magic, but he was covered in blood and almost collapsed. Between him and Flynn there are two men in black robes, each holding a staff.

They were wrapped in thick cloaks and walked strangely. When Flynn rushed in, they were taken aback by him and turned to face the new threat. But their movements are too slow. Obviously, they think the battle is coming to an end.

Flaine rushed forward into the room without stopping, and skillfully rotated his staff on his head, feeling the throbbing of power along the metal staff into the charming huge diamond at the top. He dashed forward, throwing the top with diamonds toward the nearest one of the two intruders Zhang.

A ball of radiating light sprang out of the diamond at the top of the staff, and the sound of glass shattered in the open space between them. It quickly turned into a sphere with starlight, and countless starlights rushed from the sphere to the intruder. The intruder was hit by the starlight, and then screamed, the screaming has not stopped, this black robe People were shattered by the starlight.

While the intruder's attention was distracting, the blue robe apprentice strode forward, and a brutal expression of relief appeared on his face.

"Teacher, leave a breath!" He shouted in a hoarse and tired voice.

A dazzling blue lightning, with an energetic burst of sound, rushed straight down from the cracked roof and exploded into a hot aura around his wand and body. He was surrounded by a flash of magic.

Flein nodded at him and approached the only surviving invader. The man noticed that the body of the first intruder was shattered, lying between a pile of gears and lifting gear.

Understanding that he was outnumbered, the black robe opened his cloak and stole hatred and contempt towards the mage of the Fatalin Association. He is human, but changed in a strange way by some force. His teeth are more like fangs, and his bare head is covered with disturbing tattoos. An iron nail protruded directly from his forehead, and his eyes glowed with a vicious purple glow.

A throat sound came from his mouth, mixed with more weird sounds. A dark energy began to converge on his twisted ebony cane, and the pulsating material formed the shape of a claw on top of his head.

Flean glanced quickly at the surviving apprentice, he saw his expression and nodded in understanding. The two mages raised their staff together, two streams of pure magic, one radiating starlight and the other bright, rushing towards the black robe in front of them.

The magic power once again blew through Frian's body like a wind, and spewed out from the top of his staff. When he guided it forward with his skill, he felt the shock of power again.

Two magic force columns hit the body of the black robe together. The newborn paw twitched and shattered in the air, and the black robe in the magic center stumbled back. More burning blue light poured out of the apprentice's staff, and in response, Flynn also increased his magic output. First launch https: // https: //

With a wailing cry, the black robe was crushed by these two forces and dropped his staff, trying to find a way to escape from the two magical forces. He ran fast at an alarming speed, and ran on the floor like a mutated spider, rushing directly to the blue robe apprentice. Due to fatigue, his reaction was one beat slow.

Flaine waved his staff savagely and shot a starlight along the floor of the room, just across the road of the black robe. The black robe escaped the starlight emitted by Flynn, but he rolled to the apprentice's side and was hit by the spell released after the apprentice's reaction.

The light spreads on the black robe at an extraordinary speed. After a while, the intruder was swallowed by a blazing white light, the light was burning like a flame, the black robe screamed in pain, and grabbed the robe frantically, trying to get rid of the light.

The blue robe apprentice stepped back a few steps, his strength began to decline, his staff and the light on his body went out, and he staggered back wearily. Flynn glanced at the black robe and confirmed that he had lost his offensive ability. Ignoring his painful cry, he quickly walked to the black robe's writhing figure.

"The Fatalin Association will not forget your behavior today. We will get revenge." Flynn finished and put the sharp tip of the other end of the staff down.

With a flash of light and a last wailing filled with hatred, contempt, and fear, the black robe was pierced by a staff. His body twitched, and then stopped moving. With Flynn's words, the light on the black robe disappeared, his eyes flickered, and finally he lost focus. The purple light disappeared from his pupils, and his body shattered like ashes in the stove.

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"Is he the last one?" He turned and asked his apprentice.

The apprentice in the blue robe sat on a stone and placed his injured left arm on his knee.

"Yes, Master Flynn." He said weakly. His face was pale, and the magic of overdraft exhausted him. "Teacher, who are these people?"

"A believer in a certain evil spirit." Flynn kicked his feet and scattered the remaining ashes of the black robe.

"Dark Church?" The apprentices asked curiously, and they had all heard their mentors talk about the Dark Church.

"No," Flynn replied. "There are thousands of evil gods in this world. The night church is just one of them. As for who these guys belong to, I will investigate, and the purple light in his eyes is the best clue."

The accompanying guards rushed to the observatory at this time. When they found out that the battle had ended, they began to stop the fire from spreading and extinguished the flames that had lost their magical support and became smaller. After their work ended and the flames subsided, the smell of charred wood and melted metal began to fill the room.

A smoky cloud of smoke rose into the sky, with destroyed machinery and parts everywhere. This place is a mess. Flynn does not know how long it will take to rebuild it. Lenses and prisms need to be imported from the Eastern Continent, and the machinery will take a long time to use even if it is transported again for assembly. Flynn doubted that the progress here could not keep up with the time when the prophecy was realized.

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