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

In the sky, the dusk-colored Lanliu rolled and converged as if sensing the master's will, and the strong fluctuations of magic power converged into countless tornadoes, which were transformed into the spear of the turbid world with the movements of the black-haired boy.

It is an invincible blade that can erode and shatter anything that is blocked. It is a wind of destruction that is almost impossible to defend. When the might of the sky descended, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and countless wind blades echoed in the sound. Priest whizzed away.

Facing this hard-to-defend attack from the [Six Calamities], Priest's thin body seemed to have returned to his prime years under the magic power, he raised his long staff, and countless elves flickered around him. , the galaxy seems to be reversed at this moment, and the white light that devours everything reappears in the world.

The fierce confrontation was staged in St. Freya Academy. The devoured spells collided with each other. Roja, who received the double help of the witch's blood and Lilian, could feel the powerful and abundant spells that he had never had before. Supported him with strength, even far more than when he received Petra's blessing.

The golden pupils of the young man floating in the air lit up like candlelight in the vibration of the source material. He stretched out his palm upwards, and the [Crown Stone] with all his strength seemed to have really released ancient monsters into the world. In the haze, the sky A faint figure appeared in the middle of the hall, it was a giant whose face could not be seen one after another, and it was also the person who called death in ancient civilization records.

At the moment when he saw the dim figure in the sky, the light in Priest's eyes increased sharply, and he finally understood Roja's support.

"Is this the basis for your wild words? The legendary monster that destroyed many ancient civilizations, one of the messengers of the mother goddess, the Windcaller, is indeed synonymous with terror."

Priest looked up at the huge monster made of endless wind and said, and then looked down at the boy in front of him.

"The power of the [Crown Stone], and your method of superimposing the power of those with the same bloodline to exceed the source level 3 through a wonderful spell is indeed beyond my expectations, but... who gave you Reaching source level 3 threatens my delusion?"

"Source level 3, you are only qualified to stand in front of me."

The old man with a thunderous voice raised his long staff, and the white light skyrocketed. The countless wind blades were washed away before they reached him, and the wind guns formed by the tornadoes in the sky were also broken. Shensha, Priest's bright eyes, showing complete destructive power, looked directly at the blurry figure in the sky, like a king without fear at all.

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Yes, even if it has fallen, even if it is no longer glorious, the power of Priest standing at the source level 1 as the king of the human race has not changed in any way. They are the wealth accumulated by the old man over countless years. The experience accumulated in life-and-death struggles cannot be taken away by others by any means.

"No matter how similar it is, this is not the body of the monster after all. Although I don't know how you blocked my attack with this turbid wind, it is meaningless if you can't hurt me."

The old man in black robe looked at Roja and shook his head, as if he had seen the end of this war of attrition, but the young man with long black hair fluttering in the wind didn't care when he heard the words.

Can't do damage, really?

"Priest, haven't you found out yet?"

"what?"

"My winds didn't stop your attacks, they died just because they should."

The black-haired boy told the truth calmly, while the king of spells frowned visibly, vaguely feeling as if he had captured some important information.

Roja didn't care about the performance of the old man. He stretched out his hand, and the swirling airflow condensed in his palm. Looking at the air mass with the sound of the wind, the black-haired boy said lightly:

"Priest, you said I was arrogant, but why aren't you?"

"Throughout the ages, how many civilizations have collapsed in front of the Windcallers, and countless mythical creatures with extraordinary powers far superior to human beings cannot escape doom. You are indeed powerful, but why do you think you can be an exception?"

The continuous questioning echoed in the old man's ears, but before Priest could speak, a wave of unprecedented weakness suddenly appeared within him.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the lantern falling to the ground, the King of Spells, whose eyes widened due to blurred vision, looked at his arms in disbelief, and found that his well-maintained hands were wrinkled and withered like tree bark.

"This is!"

"...In front of the Windcaller, everything is equal, because it blows away time."

The black-haired boy revealed the answer lightly, and on the opposite side of him, the old man who looked like a god also changed his face, and finally understood the reason why the spell attack could not reach Roja's side.

With the passage of time, even a powerful attack capable of destroying the [Ten Cities] will disappear due to the overflow of magical energy. This is an unchangeable law.

"Priest, you have lost, to our family."

Looking down at the rapidly weakened old man on the ground, Roja said this sentence calmly and without doubt, but the words of Xuan Sheng made the body of the King of Spells freeze, and also aroused his infinite anger.

"I lost? Ha, ha, you are the first person who dared to say that in front of me."

"I see, is this the [Six Calamities]? It is indeed an almost irresistible force, but as I said, any tricks released by Source Level 3 are not indecipherable in front of me!"

"You're not a real Windcaller. After all, this dusk-colored space has its limits, right within this Dream Realm Barrier? Then just destroy this Barrier completely!"

The rapidly aging King of Spells roared. At this critical moment, countless experiences of surviving from the dead made him quickly make a judgment, and the unimaginably huge magical power erupted from his body without reservation. What followed was a violent vibration.

It was a nightmare like a volcanic eruption. At this moment, Priest brought the explosive power of traditional magicians to the limit and completely transformed into a human-shaped natural disaster. Under the white light, countless buildings turned into rubble. Going up to the sky, the rapidly expanding magic energy pushed through the chaotic wind mass, and rushed towards the invisible barrier in the sky with everything nearby.

Astrid's dream barrier, which is a space independent of the world, is the guarantee for Roja to maximize the [Breath of Eclipse] skills, and it is also the reason why Priest can age so quickly, it is covered by Realistic dreams are transformed into, almost impossible to destroy and shake, but these are forcibly cracked under the unrivaled power of the King of Spells.

"Crack!"

As if the sound of glass breaking, the dream enchantment was cracked in a large area by the magic power that shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption. It began to shake erratically, and the aging speed of the black-robed old man also slowed down rapidly.

It worked!

After experiencing the fear of aging and the outburst of going all out, Priest was already sweating, but the old man in the black robe still raised the corners of his mouth.

At the brink of life and death, he still grasped the chance of victory with his genius-like intuition and powerful strength. Even the Awakened of the Akart family could no longer stop him with the [Crown Stone].

Among the white light and the ruins, the king of spells who finally dispelled the wind of twilight looked up at the figure in front of him, but to his surprise, under the broken sky, the face of the black-haired boy was not panic, but With a smile of successful strategy, he stretched out his hand and showed the black ring on his finger, which also moved the scale of victory.

"Priest, breaking the dream barrier is indeed correct, but whose dream do you think this is?"

"Whose, dream?"

The old man muttering to himself was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the black ring in the shape of a rose, and the color changed abruptly the next moment.

"Wait! That is!"

"Yes, this is precisely for the purpose of entering and leaving the [Dream of Chaos], giving up the dream of myself and sealing it in the ring, my ancestor who has guarded the world and this academy for hundreds of years, the dream of Astrid!"

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

Under the broken sky, the golden pupil of the black-haired boy who held the ring to announce the name of the ancestor suddenly lit up, and the next moment, the colorful rainbow light crossed the dream from the crack and fell straight down towards the black-robed old man.