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

The shattered sky erupted with extreme rainbow light, and Priest swung his staff to block it, but it was too late.

At the moment when the white light and the aurora collided, a huge shock wave swept the ground. He was already old and frail, and experienced the aging of the dusk wind. The corner of the mouth of the King of Spells, who had been hit by Astrid, flowed down for the first time. Blood, but even so Priest stood his ground.

The black-robed old man raised his head and looked at the broken sky and the black-haired boy. He finally understood what the strange aura was when he just stepped into the barrier, but after a while, the old man shook his head at Roja.

"So that's the case. Are you using the wind of aging to force me to break the barrier? Hehe, it is indeed a perfect strategy. I have no other choice in it, but boy, do you think you have succeeded?"

Priest's radiant eyes stared at the dream fissure that gradually began to recover, and hissed with anger mixed with a smile:

"No, it's just that she can't return from the dream at this level. The blow just now is probably the limit, but it's useless, she can't kill me!"

The roaring King of Spells touched the ground with his long staff, and three shadows immediately appeared at his feet, and then his body emitted light again to disperse the surrounding twilight.

"This is an ancient spell inherited from the ancient kingdom of shadows. Except for the ability of the wind caller, there is no way to kill me without triggering it. I have three more chances, and your price is probably already Here it is."

"...It is."

In the fierce battle, the black-haired boy whose spell power was almost exhausted nodded and replied, but there was absolutely no despair on his face that the old man wanted to see. Roja stared at Priest with a smile on his face. Repeat previous words.

"But I've already said it, the king of magic, you have lost, but it's not me, but our family."

"Our family, but there is still one person."

The moment Roja's voice landed, the figure of the black-haired girl suddenly appeared beside the boy. Lilian, who came from a distance, glanced at the old man in front, and then extended his hand to the boy.

The interlocking hands acted as a bridge. In just a moment, a fierce resonance appeared between the two. At the same time, a drop of blood wrapped in the rainbow light appeared in front of Lillian. The girl lightly opened her red lips, and then said nothing. Hesitantly swallowed it.

It was the blood of the ancestors sent by Astrid across the dream under the path opened up by the terrible enemy, and it was also the blood of the most difficult creature in the world to exert influence - the blood of the dream demon, and with it as a medium, only one night's blood A miracle was born.

The crystal wings stretched out from the back, and the small ears became slightly sharp. The already beautiful face exuded a dreamlike charm with the change of temperament. Under the colorful light, using blood as the medium, Lilian realized After a short dream of demonization, at the same moment, the skills bestowed by the witch also followed.

[Call of Artasia]

When the light of the skill touches Lillian, the black and red spell patterns spread to the outside world like lightning. After thousands of years, the holder of the [Crown] will finally find it and give it to the witch's royal court. out the invitation.

"It's time to take the stage, Her Majesty."

Under the rolling dark clouds that covered the sky, the young man with flickering golden eyes invited Lillian in a loud voice. The next moment, the magic power like black mist quickly wrapped Lillian. When it spread out again, the black-haired princess had transformed into the white-haired witch king.

After countless years, Artasia reappeared in the world, showing a touching smile to the boy holding hands.

"Master Hero is really cunning. I can't even think of it when I hold my hands so tightly."

In the pleasant light laughter, light flashed in the eyes of the white-haired witch floating in the air, and the next moment the world was frozen, and then began to roll back.

The ground shattered in the eruption of Priest began to recover, the collapsed buildings rose again, the sand and smoke completely disappeared, and at this moment, the world was like Artasia's toy, when she fell to the ground , everything that greets her needs to be solemn and gorgeous.

"This is!"

Witnessing this incomprehensible miracle, the black-robed old man widened his eyes in disbelief. The moment Artasia appeared, Priest once again experienced an emotion after hundreds of years.

fear.

The witch is the race born in the shadow of Shia in the legend. It is extremely dangerous and incomprehensible. Existence is a punisher who is feared by all things in the world. It is also the most difficult object to touch and figure out in ancient existence.

"Tree of the Holy Spirit!"

Priest, who sensed the unimaginable danger, immediately understood the current situation. The omen of death pressing his nerves made him decisively choose to strike first. During the shouting, the old man's seven orifices gushed blood, and the huge price turned into strength. Activate the absolute defense brought by the bloodline.

The holy giant tree rose from the ground in an instant, and the elves radiating light resonated together. An altar was raised where Priest was, and the phantoms of the ancient gods resting in the holy tree woke up one by one to provide him with shelter.

Under the divine light, the old magic king's stick pointed in front of him, and under the oppression of fear, launched the craziest attack in his life.

Poured with boiling blood, adorned with white bones, and with the branches of the holy tree as the blade, the sword of the king that slayed the gods was born. The face of the old man with only one arm was flushed with excitement.

This is the miracle that Priest transcended himself at a critical moment and used the body of the king of the human race as a medium to combine the tree of the Holy Spirit.

When it was completed, the phantoms of the twelve ancient gods on the altar gave blessings, and the holy sword released infinite brilliance since then.

can win.

When the sword of the holy tree was born, Priest determined the outcome of the battle. He could feel that this was an unmatched power, and he who obtained this power by accident also will be unstoppable.

"I don't know what kind of existence you summoned, but the ending will not change, just disappear."

The old man in black robe threw down his long staff and held the splendid holy sword with his only remaining arm. The moment he held the hilt, Priest's body shone brightly. With the blessing of the gods, the years were short. The old man turned into a handsome young man, and he swung his sword, as if the tide of light that could cut off time immediately rushed out.

The swirling particles of light attacked the black-haired boy and the white-haired witch, but Artasia, who was under the brilliance, was completely unmoved. Watch a gorgeous show.

"It's so beautiful, Hero-sama."

"Indeed, but not defensive?"

"It's okay, have you forgotten me? What kind of witch am I?"

"!"

Staring at the black-haired boy who seemed to have remembered something, Artasia raised the corners of her mouth into a happy smile, and the next moment where the two of them were, a heavy phantom appeared.

The palace and the high pavilion, the stone pillars and the holy white monument, the deafening cheers and the fighting crowd flashed one by one, and finally turned into a soldier holding a shield and walked in front of the two. When the shield was raised, a huge The phantom shrouded down, the eyes of red flames emerged from the front, and the incantation that swallowed everything stretched and turned into a protective barrier, firmly holding up the brilliance of the holy sword.

"boom--!"

In the violent roar, the white-haired witch was like a girl watching fireworks. She happily extended her finger and explained to the boy:

"That is the fallen goddess of fire of the first generation, a symbol of the destruction that burns the forest of life, the cursed shield made of her eyes and the weapons born from the holy branches that absorb the water of the god lake can be said to be It is an existence of opposites, yes, it is the so-called contradiction."

"Anything that is contradictory is impossible to hurt me, and these disobedients will eventually come to an end."

"!"

The boy who heard these words stared ahead with wide-eyed eyes, while Artasia looked at the young man who was roaring under the giant tree in the distance, but still couldn't fight back the flames with his proud holy sword.

"A betrayer of the race? That's really what I hate the most, and how dare to hurt the hero. It's a heinous villain, but it doesn't matter..."

The witch narrowed her eyes, her eyes were cold as frost, she waved her hand gently, as if cleaning up the filth of the gods, and like the queen who issued the judgment, she said the ending words lightly.

"You should atone for your sins in this original karmic fire."

In the voice of the words, the huge waves of flames rushed into the island-like paradise and devoured everything.