Age of Mysticism

Qingkong stood on the air duel field specially built by the palace. Under the transparent enchantment with some halos was the towering and magnificent imperial palace. A full moon hung in the sky accompanied by stars all over the sky.

The angels hadn't arrived yet, and Clear Sky waited patiently.

In the spiritual starry sky, the clear sky and the galaxy around Luke are entwined.

"Your match at the Castle of the Duke of the Holy Mountain is about to start, don't you want to prepare?"

Luke looked at the scene of Saint Lun City and said: "The focus of the Duke's Castle is not the competition, but the various contests after the competition. Your duel has a very strong meaning. It is the first time that the power of the secular world and the five ancient civilizations In public competitions, winning the secular world will not be less encouraging than the human race champion Hercules to the people of the Tedgar Hills."

"I don't think as much as you think. Our family's territory, these angels barge in without saying hello, we must teach them a lesson."

Luke couldn't help coughing: "This is St. Lun City, not our family's territory."

"Isn't it?"

"Yeah?"

"yes!"

Luke felt that it was meaningless to argue on this issue, and it happened that there was a bright spot in the direction of Silver Manor.

"The angels are coming!"

"Should I go up and start fighting directly, or you go up first to molested."

"This should be called provocation."

"What did I just say?"

"Teasing."

"Is there a difference?"

this……

Luke knew he had lost.

"I'll go first... the literary drama is mine, and the martial arts is yours."

The angels flying from the Silver Manor flew towards the palace like a group of dazzling shooting stars in the night sky. When approaching the palace, the group of "meteors" dispersed instantly, and then drew arcs according to their respective trajectories, enclosing the air duel field in the middle.

The light trail drawn out lasts for a long time.

The angels in place face the inner circle, with tiny wings and fans standing in the air, and the barriers are unfolded on one side, and then they are connected in series to form a protective circle.

The imperial palace showed its strength through the air duel field, and the angels formed a protective wall to respond with strength.

The fight hasn't started yet, the contest has already begun.

The first biography, Theresia, landed in the air duel arena, and her white metal boots stepped on the barrier, causing circles of ripples.

Teresia wears the Angel Armor, adhering to the "unique" aesthetics of this world, and adhering to the characteristics of women's armor with less material and higher defense. This set of Angel Armor is beautiful, comfortable, convenient and practical.

White armor and white lining, white holy light dripping around the white wings.

Teresia looked at the elf who challenged her, without hiding the arrogance and disdain in her eyes.

"Your Majesty... Do you know that you are doing something extremely wrong, and losing the battle will greatly reduce your prestige and influence. Sky City and the Moonlight Royal Court have just established a friendly relationship. I don't want to embarrass you.

You announce the cancellation of this duel, and I will tell no one of your withdrawal. "

Qingkong replied: "No matter how high my prestige and influence are, it is limited to the Moonlight Royal Court, and the part of the Golden Shield Empire is far inferior to the image of Sky City among the secular people.

If you are defeated by me, it will affect the worship of angels by the secular people. "

"Sky City and angels never need the worship of secular and inferior creatures. We do what we think is right. It is the duty of angels to execute justice and judge evil."

"Justice... is morality and the rule of law based on order, not the pity and charity of the so-called higher creatures to lower creatures. The justice of the angels is just the power established by you by force, it is the spiritual intoxication of your self, you don't care about the lower creatures What creatures get from your righteous actions is just to experience the feeling of self-moving."

"Inferior creatures dare to define justice."

"If you are defeated by lower creatures, what qualifications do you have to enforce justice?"

Teresia found that she was no match for the elves in terms of talent for quarreling. Since you can't win the quarrel, let's do it!

Teresia stretched out her hand, holding an angel sword in her hand. She walked towards the clear sky, with white light emitting from her body, like a shining star in the night sky. The angel's wings were half spread, and the feathers pulled out long light trails. These light trails turned into arrows and shot upwards, and then dispersed into more light arrows to fall.

"Beat me? You're delusional!"

The falling rain of arrows formed a waterfall, which turned in mid-air and flew towards the clear sky.

After pulling out a band of light, Teresia's figure moved from the front of the clear sky to the side. With her wings fully spread, her body flew close to the transparent barrier on the ground, and the angelic war sword cut out three light blades and swept towards the clear sky.

Luke in the spiritual starry sky said helplessly: "I just warmed up, and she can't take it anymore. The martial arts show is yours. I will go back to the Duke's Castle in the Holy Mountain to prepare for the competition.

Be careful, Teresia has the strength of six stars, and was once a strong contender for the chief holy angel. "

"Got it! Even you can beat Teresia in the game, let alone me? I even know what underwear she is wearing today..."

panties.

On the duel arena, Qingkong looked at Teresia who was rushing, but she couldn't see it from this angle!

But the career line is really promising.

Sensing the urging from the background, Qing Kong closed her eyes. After opening it again, the strong fighting spirit burst out instantly.

The ice layer spread under the feet, and a scimitar was pulled out and thrown forward. The scimitar turned into a huge ice wheel and rotated, blocking all incoming light arrows. Another scimitar was pulled out, and three huge ice blades were cut out in the swing, and they slammed into the sweeping light blade.

There was no wind or cloud, and the drizzle fell from the sky. Before it hit the ground, it was frozen into grains of ice by the extreme cold. The hurricane suddenly rose, rolling up ice particles to form an ice storm and sweeping towards Theresia.

Teresia didn't dodge, and the holy book beside her turned the pages of the book, and the violent white holy fire spurted out from the book, colliding with the ice storm.

Ice and fire consumed each other in the turmoil, Teresia rushed through the ice and fire, and slashed at the clear sky in front of her eyes.

Qingkong blocked with a knife, and the spiritual ball shot up from behind her shoulder. The eyes in the middle of the orb blinked, and a puff of black smoke with a scream was blown out at Theresa. The negative energy of the aggressive spirit gathered in the black smoke, but it was swept away by Teresia's wings without a trace.

The world's top battle begins, and all kinds of magic and combat skills are released one after another. The brilliance above the palace is even more beautiful than the magic fireworks released at the big celebration.

Luke only watched the battle in the spiritual starry sky for a while before withdrawing his consciousness.

At this level, if you are stronger, you will not be crushed, and if you are weaker, you will not have the power to fight back. The competition is more about combat talent and experience. In the case of steady fighting, see who can catch the opponent's mistakes early.

Theresa is strong and beautiful, which makes it very challenging for players.

A random search, all kinds of strategies, are several times that of her immediate boss' sword of oath.

How to lose?

Awakened Qingkong may not be able to catch Teresia easily, but it is still very sure.

Let Qingkong toss about St. Lun City, and the match on Sacred Mountain is about to start.

The Sacred Mountain Hercules Competition has always attracted much attention. This time, because a human strongman competed for the championship, and the venue of the competition was the Duke's Castle, it attracted the attention of the entire Sacred Mountain.

After nightfall, a dark crowd gathered outside the Duke's Castle. Whether they were barbarians or human races, everyone quietly looked up at the brightly lit castle, waiting for the results of the game to be announced from inside.

Inside the castle, the dignitaries of the holy mountain gathered in the spacious hall, and in the middle of the hall was installed a wrestling lever for Hercules competition.

The time for the game has not yet arrived, and the two contestants for the championship are waiting in their respective lounges. The Duke of Celtic also did not appear in the hall. It is reported that the Duke will announce some major decrees after the game.

What decree is it?

The dignitaries whispered to each other for news.

In the hall full of tall barbarians, the number of humans was very small. They all gathered near a corner, like a pack of wolves.

They all knew what decrees the Duke of Celtic would issue. After tonight, the Tedgar Hills would enter the era of the rise of the human race.

In Luke's waiting room, when the game was about to start, Baron Sergey knocked on the door and walked in.

"Are you ready?" Sergey's voice trembled slightly. He was too excited and afraid of reverse changes.

Luke took a deep breath, and performed a whole-body inner inspection through meditation techniques. The state is very good, each cell has a large amount of energy stored, just waiting to be released.

"It feels good, even better than when I participated in the Hercules competition. Lord Baron, are you ready for the money?"

Baron Sergey looked at the door, took out a check from his robe and handed it to Luke: "This is 50 million Reichsmarks, and it is stored in the World Bank. You must guarantee that the result of the competition is what we finally negotiated." .”

Sergey was afraid that someone would listen in here, so he didn't say he wanted to win.

Luke took the check to verify its authenticity, and after confirming that it was correct, he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron. I am an adventurer, and I follow the rules of adventurers the most. I take money to do things. There will be no suspense in today's game."

"Thank you, Mr. Luke."

Luke took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

The game is about to begin.

The rescue of the wizard was also carried out.

After Luke left the Abyss Temple, he immediately contacted the site set up by the Secret Service in the Holy Mountain. Since it was during the war, the Bureau of Secret Intelligence arranged a lot of powerful spies here, allowing Luke to easily form a rescue team.

Tonight is the final match of the Hercules competition. The blood-sworn barbarians in the Abyssal Temple must not be in the mood to be on duty, which makes the defense that is already short of manpower even more sparse.

There are maps provided by wizards, there are sore-faced men who act as outsiders, and there are places where you step on your own.

As long as the imperial spies can silently hollow out the mountain along the centipede and scorpion hole and dig a passage leading directly to the prison where the wizard is, they will be able to rescue people.

If you are lucky and the work is done well, maybe the prison guards don't even know that there is one person missing. After all, the status of the wizard in the Abyss Temple is not high, and those abyss monsters that suddenly turned into the abyss will attack the people around them. It is estimated that the guards do not know how many people are locked in the prison.

It's a good time to do things tonight.

The door rang again, and a barbarian soldier in full armor came in and shouted at Luke angrily: "Come out, human! Your game has begun."

Luke put the pocket watch in his inner pocket and said to Baron Sergey, "Let's go out and end the game as soon as possible, so that we can hear the Duke's new decree as soon as possible."

"Please, Mr. Luke." Baron Sergey respected Luke very much.

Luke easily pushed the barbarian soldier aside with his shoulder, and strode out of the room.

In the hall, the Duke of Celtic has come out.

He was wearing a very formal ducal dress, and his hair was specially trimmed and arranged. He maintained a sense of class and majesty without losing the boldness of a barbarian.

At this time, the Duke of Celtic didn't have any airs of a duke. He hung shoulders with the barbarian nobles, chatted and laughed loudly, and drank the big glass of spirits in one gulp.

Until a guard reminded him that the game was about to start.

The Celtic Duke went to the main seat in the hall and shouted: "Barbarian!"

All shouted in unison: "Barbarians!"

The hall fell silent, and everyone looked at the Celtic Duke together, waiting for his speech.

"Today is a very special day. The final match of this session of Hercules is about to take place in front of us. We may see the birth of the first human champion Hercules in front of us. This is something worthy of everyone's joy.

The power of the Terrans in the Tedgar Hills has always been underestimated. I look forward to the fact that the Terrans can prove with their strength that they deserve more attention.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you lose. Being able to compete with the barbarian Hercules in the final round is also a very big breakthrough.

I am looking forward to the exciting match between the two strongmen, and there are important things to announce after the game.

Now invite two strongmen to enter! "

After leaving the lounge, Baron Sergey went to meet the dignitaries of the human race. Except for Sergey, the other human races thought that Luke would deliberately lose the game, so they didn't show much enthusiasm for this human strongman.

They all looked forward to the end of the game as soon as possible, so that the Duke of Celtic could announce the new decree earlier.

Luke walked to the middle of the arena alone under the eyes of the barbarians.

His opponent, like a hero, walked out surrounded by many sparring partners and coaches, and received warm applause from the barbarians.

It's just that this barbarian who is about to play is in a very abnormal state.

The eyes of barbarians are mostly black, with a few brown. But the eyes of the barbarian Hercules were crimson, and Luke remembered seeing him ten days ago, when his eyes were as black as his own.

Not only the eyes, but also the body of the barbarian Hercules has changed a lot. The muscles swelled so much that they almost stretched the skin, and some parts were already oozing blood. His nostrils were breathing heavily, and his expression was extremely excited, like an enraged bull.

Yo!

It seems that the Duke of Celtic is preparing with both hands...not only let Baron Sergey bribe me to admit defeat, but also make the barbarian Hercules look like this.

In the ten days of preparation time, the medicine has not been taken less!