The Legend of Fatality

Antalam ran to the two of them, took a bottle of potion from his arms, and poured it directly into Flynn's mouth. Then he took the small bottle in Bai En's hand, and at the same time took out a bottle exactly the same from his arms.

"Is it okay?" Antalate asked at Flynn who had just taken the potion.

After seeing that he nodded to himself for confirmation, Antaratham held the two identical crystal bottles in his hand, pulled it back, and threw it to the center of the altar with all his strength. The two bottles exploded in a dazzling light. The ripples caused by the explosion flowed on the surface of the rotating sphere, and the surface of the fireball began to deform.

"You evil and messy dirty thing!" Frian yelled, took off a pendant with a sapphire from his neck, and lifted it high. "Go back to where you were born!"

The explosion affected those believers who still chanted the spell after hiding in the crowd, when they were swayed by the impact of the explosion. The sphere floating on the altar lost the chanting support of the believers and began to flash, suddenly and secretly, becoming a state of runaway.

Flaine continued to chant the mantra loudly, holding his pendant high, chanting the mantra driving away the evil spirit. A strange, low wailing came from the tortured sphere. No matter what is inside, it seems to be suffering endlessly.

Antalam, Brian and Morris put their hands on Flynn, mobilizing the three people's own magic to support him. Flynn felt a strange force surging on him. The sapphire on the pendant shone in his palm, projecting a dazzling light in all directions.

Bane didn't care about the believers who tried to cross the line of defense of Nokranstov and other soldiers. He believes that they will ensure that no one can pass through. The only thing that Bai En is concerned about now is the horror power emanating from the fireball that breeds evil gods on the altar in front of him.

As the spell recite by Flain became faster and faster, the vortex produced by the rotating fireball above the altar began to slowly fade away, swaying and trembling like a candle flame in the wind.

When Bai Eun was about to laugh at and scorn the weak fireball in front of him, Bai En noticed that Flynn raised his hand high. He was breathing heavily, his clothes were covered with signs of damage, and his robe was torn, but he was creating something.

Before Bai En saw it, he felt its power. A dark curtain of light rose from his palm. This black light curtain is bright like asphalt and smooth like grease.

Flaine chanted magic spells softly, injecting more magic power from three people into this spell. Bianba focused his attention on the wizard among the enemies, but he could feel that Flynn, who was casting spells by his side, was still drawing his magic power.

As the last spell ended, Flynn's ball of oily black, shrinking and expanding black light, was thrown into the center of the altar. As soon as it made contact with the fireball, it immediately spread outward, masking the powerful power of the evil **** and destroying the flames that scattered around before the fireball.

Howling sounded again, but now it has been much weaker than before, and it has become weaker. Flynn's spell drove it back, pushing its ontology from the real world back to the world that gave it birth.

Flynn continually sprayed a beam of oily black light to add to the previous black light sphere. As the range of the light sphere became larger and larger, there began to appear a little bit of light, initially only sporadic shimmer, and then There are more and more bright spots, and eventually, like the night sky in the night, many stars shine.

Flaine felt his voice began to be hoarse, but still insisted on this ritual of repelling evil. Even if his power began to decline, he could feel that the evil spirit still exists.

The artificial starry sky with a dark background began to tremble, and the starlight above it became more and more bright, and finally the starlight burst out violently, setting off a storm. With the heat and a thunderous explosion, the summoning evil spirit and the fireball disappeared from the altar, and even the altar also disappeared, all dissipated in a large group of flashing, slowly falling In the starlight.

Bai En four people were all overturned to the ground by the airflow generated by the explosion, and Flynn's head hit the rough ground heavily. He felt blood pouring out of his mouth, his eyes trembling. He vaguely felt that two hands grabbed him roughly, and vaguely saw a face full of eager expression in front of him.

"Flynn!"

Baien's voice roared from the whistling of wind and fire caused by the spell. Flynn could only raise his arms to signal that his consciousness was still there. He tilted his head and saw Antaratham slanting his staff from bottom to top, hitting the head of a cult robber, and the other person's neck broke with a click.

Flaine's consciousness recovered a little, he tremblingly supported Bai En's arm and tried to stand up, but found his limbs were weak. Bai En greeted his apprentice Morris to help, and the two of them retired from the room, holding Flain.

The chaotic room in the wide room, the believers of evil gods wandered around the destination and lost their sense and purpose of resistance. Several people died in the deadly giant axe of Knocklandstorf. The leader of the cult wizard did not return, and the balcony above the wall was empty.

The flames around were still raging. Unfortunately, the huge dome above the altar began to crack. The impact of so much magical energy caused irreparable damage to the roof.

A believer in evil spirits stumbled towards the three people, and Bae was thrust into his chest with a sacrificial knife. When he was pierced, his body twitched frantically and his eyes widened until Bai En pulled out the sacrificial knife smoothly. He knelt down to the ground, a nearly funny expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe it.

Brian and Morris limped and walked towards the door with Flam, and Fran looked terrible.

"We need to leave here now. So much magic ..." Bai En shouted and turned to Antalatem.

"I know, you go first. I'll take people away from here immediately." Antalatum witnessed the destruction caused by the power to expel evil spirits, and he knew what would happen next.

"Everyone listens to orders!" Antalam shouted. "We must evacuate here! This temple is about to collapse!"

A soldier pulled out his long sword from the twitching body of a demon believer, and then used the strength of his body to push another demon believer into the deep pit after the altar disappeared. In a rare moment of breathing, he heard Antalatem's order. He looked around and confirmed that no one could attack him at the moment, so he turned and ran towards the gate.

The cracks on the dome are getting bigger and bigger, extending along the dome to the surrounding walls, and then the masonry structure starts to pour down from the top of the dome. Nokranstov ran in the direction of Bane, and his gasps could be heard far away.

"Get out of here!" Antalam said to Nokranstov as he passed by. "Stop these **** guys outside and let them die in the rubble."

Nokranstov did not answer, but nodded, breathing heavily.

When they rushed out of the room, Bai En noticed that there were a lot of cracks in the corridor outside, and he had to take Flynn to leave the cave completely.

When several people left the cave, Bai En smiled coldly and stopped at the entrance of the cave. He let Morris exhausted, pale and haggard Flynn to rest in the distance. He and Antalatem guarded the hole ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was going to repel the cultists who were so stupid that they just wanted to leave.

Fatlin ’s soldiers retreated from the altar room, quickly passed through the narrow passage and climbed to the ground. But when they went out, booming and knocking sounds followed. A scream sounded in the chaos. The soldiers accelerated their pace and ran along the steep ascending corridor, passing by the body killed when Bain and Antaratham left.

After a short and confusing itinerary, they crossed the winding road of the temple hidden in the cave and returned to the exit to the outside, and the sunlight came in from the open hole.

"Hurry up!" Bai En, who was guarding the door, shouted, hearing the sound of the landslide that was growing louder behind the soldiers. "The dome is about to collapse."

The soldiers sprinted at full speed in the last few yards, gasping for breath, and stones began to fall in the passage. A thick cloud of dust emerged from the narrow aisle. Just before the violent wave of destruction came, the soldiers rushed out of the cave entrance and into the noonday sun.

The ground beneath them seemed to be undulating like the sea. They staggered forward, kneeling on the ground without taking a few steps, breathing in the air outside the cave. The deep rumbling sound of the collapsed mud and stones echoed around them, and they escaped.

Several followers of the followers of Fatalin were killed by Bain and Antaratham. Judging from the scope and scale of the landslide, the remaining people in the cave cannot be alive. However, Antalatem was not prepared to give anyone inside a chance. He asked Bane to help and set up a magic trap that can be triggered repeatedly at the exit to prevent lucky people from really escaping.