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

In the midst of war, people's will to unite is naturally valuable, and the determination to give up their lives is equally moving, but everyone has to admit one thing.

Some objective existences are difficult to compete or change with people's subjective will, such as the gap in strength.

"boom--!"

The violent thunder exploded in the city of Leinster for an unknown number of times, and the torrent of the mantra continued to wash forward like water as if it would never end. Had to retreat in a hurry to escape.

At the front of the crowd, Antonio's face was already exhausted, and he felt the white thunder and lightning that had not changed at all in intensity before and after, and the young man had already understood the mind of the black-robed old man.

Priest is preserving his strength. Facing Antonio, he did not explode like last night, but kept repeating attacks at the level of a full-strike attack at the source level 2, but even so, after a long confrontation, Antonio did not. already overwhelmed.

After everyone on the city wall evacuated, the solidified shield of space finally dissipated. The moment Antonio left, the thunder of the explosion destroyed the towering high wall, and the collapsed city tower rushed into the city with the turbulence.

After all, the resistance of the people did not stop the King of Spells. In the chaotic whispers, the Redemption Legion gathered here began to march towards the broken city gate. They crossed the gap in the city wall to pursue the retreating soldiers and students. A strange voice came, but the crazy murmur was offset by the special effects of the dream enchantment.

In Astrid's barrier, people barely gained the ability to resist the whispers, but even so they were only able to engage in close combat for a short time. The warriors who were fighting and retreating retreated towards the second city wall, and once again The organization resisted, but its effect was very limited.

Without the strong fortifications and the powerful fortress spell system, the defenders could no longer resist the swarming black armored soldiers, and the city walls fell one after another. At midnight, it seemed that the monsters from hell finally broke the last. The block rushed into the academy.

After countless monsters, Priest with the oil lamp returned to the academy that he nominally managed. With a smile on his old face, his pace was steady, neither fast nor slow, as if he had returned. King, like a triumphant general.

When Priest entered the dream realm, a familiar feeling suddenly came to his mind, but before he could think about it, violent fluctuations of magic power came from the sky, and inside the great hall where Astrid was located. Colorful rainbow lights rose into the sky, countless dream elves released light, and the colorful aurora illuminated the sky, and then shone toward the invaders.

The old man under the aurora looked unmoved. He opened his fingers and used his bloodline ability. The tree of miracles and the grass that radiated light appeared again. The killer move was unharmed.

"Boring trick."

Priest raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the end of the aurora in the distance. The more preparations Astrid reserved, the more it meant that she was powerless to break free from the dream. Although the collective attack of the elves was powerful, it was far from reaching the goal. To the point where it could hurt him.

A hundred years of waiting is finally coming to an end. The King of Spells once again stepped forward. The white mist filled the green lantern. The old man who walked out of it was like a god of death. He brought monsters from hell to bring destruction to everyone. However, The moment he stepped into the dark academy where only stars were lit up, Priest's movements stopped.

A feeling of sluggish breathing and compressing the heart suddenly appeared in the old man's body. It was the almost instinctive perception of danger by the king of spells who had experienced countless battles in countless years. Its appearance only represented one thing, That's when the crisis comes.

Priest's pupils shrank abruptly at this moment, and the next moment, the old man who felt it suddenly turned his head, looking over the vicissitudes of life like a falcon across many obstacles, and landed on the top of the clock tower on the moonlit night, with long hair. On the floating young man.

It was a figure with an illusory beauty like an elf that no longer exists in the world, a dark coat, a slightly thin body, a slightly pale skin that has not recovered from blood loss, and for some reason, shoulder-length hair fluttering in the night wind , the indifferent gaze looking down showed majesty again, and the moonlight attached to him, rendering brilliance like a guardian.

"!"

When he saw the familiar and unfamiliar figure, Priest suddenly widened his eyes. The King of Spells would naturally not lose his color because of the change in the appearance of the enemy. What really made him feel strange was Roja's eyes. .

It is calm and vicissitudes of life, like a pair of eyes that have spent countless years and watched the prosperity and decline of the world. The bright colors in the golden pupils of the past seem to have been erased by time and no longer exist, leaving only the dim colors of dusk. The moment he looked at him, Priest even had the illusion of looking directly at some ancient existence.

Not right.

Almost subconsciously, Priest's magic power began to churn in the body, and Roja, who was watching him, did not have any movement or killing intent, but it was precisely because of this that he felt horrified.

"what have you done?"

The frowning old man asked, but he didn't expect an answer at all. Priest, who was vigilant in his heart, raised his hand directly. The light of the spell flickered like stars falling on the ground in the dark night, and the intense light accompanied the words. Rush to the figure on the tower.

Everything in front of him turned into white light like last night, and the familiar scene made the black-haired boy's eyes flicker slightly, but now he is not what he used to be.

The moment before the rays of light came, the twilight air suddenly erupted from the boy's body.

The turbid-colored air waves instantly covered the sky and expanded in all directions. The dusk-colored hurricane firmly withstood Priest's attack, and then turned it into nothingness like wiping away dust.

However, this is not the end. The night wind blows and the wind chirps. Almost in an instant, the entire St. Freya Academy seems to have fallen into another world.

It was a dim yellow airflow that filled the surroundings, like a doomsday twilight scene, the harsh wind mixed with the sound of rolling sand echoed in the air, and the call of death filled the surrounding as if in the ears.

"This is......"

The black-robed old man frowned in amazement as he looked at the scene in front of him, but he did not burst out the magic power like the freezing air in the face of the permafrost touch, because unlike the previous freezing air, the dusk-colored airflow was not a straight line. impact, but everywhere.

"I see, I didn't expect you to gain new power."

The old man's face in the black robe gradually became gloomy in the wind and sand, and the strong magic power began to accumulate in his body. In just one day, Roja had undergone such a big change. This situation surprised him and also Once again, Priest's heart-shattering killing intent was drawn.

Sure enough, the people of this family must be solved, otherwise there will be endless troubles, but fortunately, everything is too late.

"This turbid wind is also the power of the [Crown Stone]. It is indeed frightening and unknown, but as I said last night, you should not appear in front of me if you have not reached Source Level 3."

Amidst the lightning and fire, the black-robed old man watched the young man's faint opening.

"No matter how magical the power is, it needs the backing of magic power and level. Last night, the girl who was deceived by her false feelings saved you, but it seems that she is not by your side today."

"False feelings?"

Hearing words that were hard to ignore, the black-haired boy wrapped in the wind of death asked for the first time, and Priest nodded slightly.

"That's right, the girl from the Aqiman family is only related to you by blood, but it's just a very small chance. You have no blood relationship, you are just attracted by each other's resonance, just like those men and women who are addicted to feelings. "

The King of Spells said so with contempt, but after hearing his words, Roja shook his head expressionlessly.

"No, King of Spells, it's you who are blind."

"what?"

"There is actually only one kind of beautiful feeling in this world, and that is the feeling of wanting to tolerate each other, cherish each other, and protect each other in this crazy world. When people have this kind of feeling, they will be divided according to the relationship and degree. For family, love, friendship, this is the reality of these feelings."

"Probability? Bloodline? Don't make me laugh, our cherished feelings for each other are by no means illusory. This is something you can't understand when you abandon all your relatives, friends, and even the human race?"

"!"

Hearing the boy's ridicule, the face of the King of Spells turned gloomy instantly, he opened his mouth angrily, watching Roja's words:

"You'll pay for your arrogance, boy."

Amid the explosion of light and anger, Priest finally entered the fighting state again, and the enormous pressure was overwhelming, but in the face of the pressure that seemed to freeze blood, the young man did not panic, he calmly opened the bottle, The blood of the same vein was then poured into the mouth.

At the moment when the liquid slid into his throat, the blood of the witch swallowed in the dream burned in his body as if he had woken up, and the severe pain and complicated and noisy to the unbearable illusion followed one after another, the towering palace, bloody The battlefield, the ancient gods and the icons in the darkness, everything flowed quickly in pain, and finally returned to the smile of the witch king in front of the tea table.

"Let me see what you're going to do, Lord Hero."

After the murmur full of joy, the resonance of the blood began to stir like never before, the phantom of the black-haired girl appeared behind the boy, Roja looked back gently, the two people who had a good heart smiled at each other, and then the two figures slowly merged into one.

The next moment, the rapidly rising magic power rushed into the sky like an explosion, and the dusk-colored clouds rolled and roared like a huge wave. Under the surprised gaze of the old man, the black-haired boy said lightly:

"King of Spellcraft, I really haven't reached Source Level 3 yet, but 'we' have arrived."

The boy who gathered the strength of the two said so, and he waved his arm under the huge pressure of the enemy, as if he was also waving the dusk.

In the rumbling sound, the wind is surging, and the turbid waves cover the sky.