Chapter 116: The emblem of divinity
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An endless dark cloud cover, obscuring the azure sky vault, the violent sea wind, rolled the dim waves, high into the sky, making them roar, whistle, dance wildly, and smash hard on top of the white sandy beach.
With the passage of time, the soft clouds, condensed more and more gloomy, heavy. Eventually, a drop of cold rain, slowly fell on the Scalet God statue, the unique eye sockets, down His wooden vicissitudes of the face, slowly sliding down.
"The Chosen One is coming! God's chosen descendants are coming!!!"
Suddenly, a blue million hectares of pale meadow in the south, raised enough to cover the sky of the vast smoke and dust, the fertile and anointed earth beneath the feet, also produced an abnormal and horrible vibration, all this unsettling conscription, all heralding the arrival of the council army!
"Kaan!!!"
Anya and Nakavira, the last two unseen chiefs of the Sacred Fire Covenant, striding into the priest's tent, both of them dressed extremely similarly, both carrying a huge composite longbow, a sheepskin belt with two sharp daggers stuck in it, hanging diagonally above their shapely, sensual human torsos. The slender, snow-white left shoulder was covered with a layer of thick leather with a thousand holes, so that a mighty and majestic black eagle would use their soft shoulders as a weekday perch.
Two high ranking marauders (forest rangers).
"Chief Anya, Chief Kavera, what can I do for you?"
Ka'an calmly grabbed a sharp sword and hung it above his brown belt. The enchanted lockets, made of thousands of iron rings, densely compiled, clattered with his cautious movements.
"The council army is coming, what exactly do you have the bottom card, can you say it, to settle the army! Now the tribesmen are in disarray, if this continues, they will completely collapse!"
"Terror cannot, my dear. I have my hardships."
Sacred Fire turned her back and continued to sort out her weaponry, running a needle and thread through a tender green leaf that had been magically constant as a necklace and carefully hung it around her neck. The two female chiefs looked at their ally this way, finally lost the last of their patience.
"Then don't blame me, dear ------ what's the old elven saying? No one will stay on a ship that is about to sink. Only by cutting off your head will we be able to get Toria to accept us into her council regardless of our past."
Anya bemoaned in her heart. The powerful predator, quietly holding her breath, gently lifted her elegant, slender hoof and quietly came around behind Ka'an. The white, soft right hand, instantly from the pouch on his chest, pulled out a sharp dagger with a flash of arcane light, and nailed him hard on the back of the neck!
The imagined sound of a sharp blade cutting through leather did not reach the predator's ears. Her right hand, too, did not feel the hot temperature of scarlet blood - the dagger passed through Khaan's body in its entirety, as if the sacred fire in front of her, was an insubstantial ghost.
Damn! He locking armor has [spiritualization] enchantment!
"See, I keep saying again, the less people know about things like secrets, the better. If you guys knew the true power of my enchanted locking armor, I'm afraid that today, I would really die here."
In the nick of time, the Holy Fire, who had transformed into a spiritual body, slowly turned his ethereal body, calmly gazed at the two renegade chiefs, and with all his strength, he looked up to the sky and wailed!
"Help! There are assassins!!!"
Hearing the voice of the priests immediately stopped praying and manipulated the spears around them. Sharp swords, a vast number of people killed out of the tent. But the two chiefs had already been fully prepared! Their clan was completely enveloped by the shadow of death, has long drawn the scimitar at the waist, and those dressed extremely conspicuous priests into a fight! The sharp blades slashed at the tender flesh and blood, immediately sending up a shocking wave of blood!
Inside the castle, it instantly turned into a battlefield of death in the same room.
A stabbing lightning illuminated the dim sky dome. Along with a deafening thunder boom, countless cold raindrops, have fallen down the dark clouds, this rain, as if the gods of nature and groups, in this tragedy, helpless weeping.
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After discovering that his priests, unable to support themselves, Khaan chose to meet the battle himself, his left hand gripping the oak god emblem of Skerritt, his right hand drew the longsword at his waist and slashed fiercely at Anya's neck, only to be blocked by two arcane daggers that crossed into the shape of a cross. A series of stinging sparks, accompanied by the sound of metal collision splashed around!
Ka'an looked around as fast as he could: the Anja chief beneath him, barely able to parry his full force. Two huge black eagles with wingspans of tens of feet, one on the left and the other on the right, and Kavera in the back, silently chanting a sacred incantation!
"Long live Skerritt!!!"
Sacred fire let out a furious battle cry, he forced himself to endure the attacks of the three parties, the right hand suppressed Anya at the same time, to the ancestors of the centaurs and gods, prayed to the sacred spells.
Even if the eagle's scythe-like sharp hooked claws, deep into his only cheek not protected by lockjaw armor.
Even with the end of the prayer voice, a huge black bear, floating in the green vine spell, through the strong locking armor of Ka'an, a palm slapped him a few ribs.
Even as Chief Kavera drew his composite longbow and bent an arrow at his own heart, he continued to pray!
Just then, the divine emblem of the God of Nature and Community, responded to the pious prayer of the sacred fire, and a lance of spiritual energy, constructed of pure energy, floated out of thin air to the side of Ka'an, and before Anya could react, the lance of divine magic, turned into a golden meteor, and precisely penetrated her beautiful face!
Crimson blood, mixed with yellow brain matter, splashed all over the inner wall of the entire tent.
"Betrayal, can never be forgiven!"
The psychic lance, like an extension of the priest**, obeyed all of Kaan's orders. It twisted its golden body constructed from force fields, disengaged itself from Anya's warm corpse, and after shaking the blood from its body, whistled to kill another marauder, forcing the other to throw away his bow and arrow and draw two short daggers for a physical fight.
"Huzzah!!!"
Kaan's left hand swung upward, a huge wind pressure, the necklace of green leaves hanging around the neck, raised to a position where the mouth could reach, sacred fire took a deep, long breath, two single lips, gently biting on top of the soft leaves.
Although their cheeks were torn by the eagle claws, blood flowing everywhere, the mouth is also a bit leaky, but the [sound explosion] requires the medium of the instrument, rather than precision playing, Kaan casually blow, the mix of magic power of the terrible noise, immediately to his center erupted! Terrifying sound wave, the two eagles fell to the ground, the huge black bear, also painfully covered their ears, stopped the attack on the sacred fire.
Taking advantage of this gap, two more spiritual energy spears, constructed of pure energy, surfaced at Ka'an's side and viciously stabbed at their animal companions who were once again dancing. The golden spears, chasing after the black falcon, turned into four blurred blurred shadows in the air, spinning, flying and screaming in the pouring rain!
"ROAR!!!" "Long live Skerritt!"
The black bear let out a soul-crushing, terrifying roar and killed the priest once again. But this time, Holy Fire roared the name of the deity he believed in and charged the terrifying Black Bear from the front! The two mighty **, hit hard together, Kaan did not move, the huge beast was instead dazed by the natural brute force of the centaur, and took two steps backwards!
The black bear let out a humiliating roar and was about to charge again, but found his hind legs as heavy as a mountain range, unable to move. The animal looked backwards in confusion - his own dark fur, engulfed by a layer of golden, sticky grease. The sacred grease wriggled its own brilliant body, instantly crawled all over the black bear's limbs, and solidified, hardened, and turned him into a golden statue.
Animal fixation.
Along with a brilliant golden light, the injuries on Sacred Fire's body, are also recovering and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sunken, collapsed flesh and blood body was full as before, and the horrific penetration scars on the cheeks disappeared without a trace, leaving only some dried blood scabs.
Right here, two golden phantoms, also accompanied by a sky full of blood rain from the vault of the sky meteoric fall, fiercely nailed on top of the rain-soaked land - Ka'an's psychic lance, force field construction of the hilt, through the two has lost the life of the black falcon. If the sky was clear, they could still escape, but this winter rain, wetting the falcons' feathers, made it impossible for them to evade the divine magic.
"Kill him! Quickly! Hurry! Quickly!"
Looking at the instant collapse of the battle, and the disfigured corpse of the other chief, Vikala had lost all will to fight, and the soaked female chief, looking at the sacred fire of three golden lances flying beside her, screamed and fled from the tent, ordering dozens of clan soldiers nearby to aim their sharp arrows in Kaan's direction!
"Ka'an! I admit that you are overpowered in battle! But you are fighting against an entire clan, no, all of your fellow centaurs! You can't win! Tie yourself up, open the door and beg for surrender, and maybe the Chosen Descent will let you go!"
"Crackle!"
Another hideous and horrifying pale lightning bolt cut through and illuminated the entire dome of the gloomy sky. Looking at more than thirty sharp arrow clusters reflecting the lightning, Ka'an unhurriedly raised his left hand, the divine emblem, which suddenly emitted a faint golden light. In an instant, a substantial and terrifying pressure, instantly swept through the city!
"Kneel down!!!"
Druids, predators of animal companions did not receive any impact, but all the people present, as if carrying a huge mountain range, involuntarily fell to their knees, shivering in the direction of the divine emblem, covered with cold sweat six limbs and hundred bones as heavy as if filled with lead, even if the other side's animal companions, with sharp teeth and claws, tearing their fragile flesh and blood skin, can not let them move a single cent!
"Do not you want to know my bottom card, dear chief Vicar? This is my last card! This divine emblem, containing a sliver of divine power from the god of nature and community, took me a lifetime to awaken it just a few days ago, it has no function, its only function is to force those descendants of centaurs with Skerritt's blood flowing in their bodies, or believers in Skerritt, to obey the commands of the divine Chosen!
Back then, the first God's Chosen, is relying on this badge, unified the centaur tribes. The first God's Chosen relied on this badge to unify the Centauri races and establish that short-lived, yet prosperous, ancient kingdom."
Ka'an's handsome face, covered with blood, smiled wildly more and more brilliantly.
"Those few days before, I was just testing you all, who, were loyal to me. And who, again, are shameful traitors! Now, I am sure, that my army of priests, are the sharpest spears in Skerritt's hands, and your loyalty need not be questioned! And the Falling Hammer Clan, on the other hand, is the most trusted ally I can have."
"And it is within my calculations that the Council has assembled a large army to attack the city. Look at it, fellow countrymen, whether it's us or those so-called councils. The most elite warriors of the Centaur race are gathered under His sacrosanct castle! And I, the true Supreme King, will raise this emblem on the battlefield and make the nine chiefs, in front of their soldiers, kneel down and kiss my horses' hooves!
"Alannure Supreme King!!!"
"And as for you? Vile betrayer." Khaan looked down at the kneeling Vikara chief, his golden pupils, radiating contempt. "Please use your own dagger, slit your own throat, and pluck out your own heart."
Vikala let out a desperate wail, but the power that lurked deep in her bloodline made her unable to control her actions, and her hands disobediently pulled out the short dagger in front of her chest, and removed her fur blouse, revealing a beautiful ketone body. The chieftainess, in full view of everyone, wielded two daggers and stabbed her snow-white left breast, and white neck at the same time, blood spurted out from her graceful body, and her beautiful eyes, too, were covered with a shade of death.
"Betrayers, never forgiven."
Looking at the corpse that fell in a pool of blood and kept twitching, Ka'an nodded in satisfaction and withdrew the weak divine power of the divine emblem. The two tribes that had lost their chiefs, none of whom dared to rise, humbly prostrated themselves in the muddy puddles and loudly prayed for the divine fire's understanding. Willing to join Ka'an's clan unconditionally.
The whistling sound of the furious storm and the explosive sound of the lightning and thunder seemed to grow a little louder.
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Chapter 117: The same room
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Gale force winds, huge waves, and pale currents covering the sky, accompanied by deafening thundering sounds, passed back and forth in the pouring rain.
No one wants to march and fight in this kind of ghostly weather. The vast army of the Council was encamped in the south of Skerritt's Yew. They hid inside the sturdy tents, listening to the dense sound of the rain hitting the thick felt, while lazily lying down on the ground, recovering from the physical exertion of the march, and quietly waiting for the end of the winter rains in the Mediterranean climate.
And after ending the rebellion and annexing two clans in one go, Khaan also needed time to sort out the chaotic situation. What's more - he almost ran out of spell space. Sacred Fire, who had taken one step and counted three, also wanted to put off the war until tomorrow. So, both sides of the war, in this rainstorm, reached some kind of weird tacit agreement.
The chief of the falling hammer clan, but lying on his own sheepskin mattress tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep, the day Ka'an the lordly look, like a nightmare, deep into her mind inside - in fact, Helm and Toria personal friendship, the two clans, in the depths of the Eurasian grass sea side by side for countless years. Later, because of certain things, they had to scatter.
That's right, the only clan that did not betray Ka'an during this civil unrest was actually a spy of the chosen descendants of God. She falsely fought alongside the Supreme King, but secretly, she was in covert contact with Toria.
Helm didn't need any "loyalty", so she refused the invitation of the two chiefs to rebel. In curiosity and a sense of duty, the Hammer Chief, too, wanted to see if the rebels could force out Ka'an's so-called secret weapon, so she never jumped into rebellion.
As a result, those two chiefs did force out the bottom of the sacred fire, but that thing horror degree, far beyond the limit of the council forces to bear! That is like a mountain range as heavy as the terrifying pressure, deeply imprinted in the depths of Helm's soul. The chief of the fallen hammer, had to consider for the future of the clan. Or, will be wrong, directly under Ka'an dry forget ------
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The next day
The rainstorm that had been falling all day and all night finally stopped, and the brilliant golden sunlight pierced the dark clouds, and the magnificent seven-colored rainbow hung high in the azure sky.
Under the shine of the warm sunrise, the army of the council came to the city. Toria, whose body was wrapped tightly in gold-painted wood and turquoise vines, held up a golden horseshoe banner and led seven chiefs and seven banners, marching in front of the army. The sound of tens of thousands of horses' hooves trampling the grassland at the same time shook everyone!
The golden horseshoe flag, the bloody skull flag, the corrupted white bone flag, the black cloud thunder flag, the gray falcon flag, the pale storm flag, the chaotic note flag, the two birds with tails flag, lined up in a row, hunting in the air.
Toria, Christina, Abhors, Cassandra, Gorel, Maide, Piana, An Ran. Eight heavily armed centaur chiefs majestic, dense killing intent rose to the sky.
The mixed army of Golden Crawler, Blood Fury, Thunder Spear, Grey Mane, Wind Howler, Poet of the Dead, and Tasmar clan had lances like forests and bows like rain. It stretched to the end of the line of sight.
Faced with such a powerful and majestic army of the council, the defenders of Skerritt's Yew were not impressed, they all understood the Supreme King's cards, so what if there were more people? No man or horse, can get rid of the restraint of the God of nature and groups. Although he has disappeared for a hundred years. But that irrepressible divine power, once again descended on the material world.
"Creak-"
With the sound of a heavy, decaying wooden door opening, the Supreme King, draped in white cloth, with enchanted locking armor, walked out of the gate of the fortress alone, and threw a pale banner tattooed with golden flames, precisely to Toria's feet.
"Supreme King Ka'an, under the fair and unbiased gaze of Skerritt, challenges you! Toria of the Golden Crawler Clan!!! XBS!!!"
Kaan knew it by heart. He had to show his overwhelming power in front of all the chiefs. Otherwise, a badge alone can force their **, but can not conquer their hearts - every time you push the badge divine power, can consume a lot of their own energy!
Take a step back, what if you are attacked at night? What if the divine emblem is stolen by others in their sleep? Can you still hold on to this divine emblem for twenty-four hours without sleeping?
Foreign objects are after all foreign objects, their own strong, is the fundamental.
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"Single combat? The invincible council army under my command has an overwhelming advantage! Your ridiculous tribe is as dangerous and unbeatable in front of me! Tell me, Holy Fire Ka'an. Why should I give up my advantage and fight a single belly to belly fight with a fanatic?"
Toria frowned and let out an arrogant laugh, and every green vine on the adamantine wooden armor trembled gently from the wild laughter of the divine chosen descendant.
"Because your roots are still shallow. There are new enemies of the wolves in the west and old hatreds of the greenskins in the east. Your council is caught between the two, and at any moment you risk war on both sides. Tell me, Toriya. Do you want to turn a big, bruising war into a holy one-on-one? If I lose, my men surrender to you unconditionally. You can annex four clans without a single soldier."
"This man has even asked me to marry him before, and even if he loses the battle, his life is not in danger. In case of defeat, just have your men kill him with a hail of arrows... Sacred Oath? Hmph! Hundreds of years of indifference to the plight of the people and horses, I'm afraid that deity has long since fallen! Still talk about what sacred!"
Thinking of this, the divinely chosen descendant narrowed his eyes. From his waist, he pulled out a magnificent longsword encrusted with precious stones and gold. "Your generous conditions make it impossible for me to refuse. Good! The descendant of Tomelis, the chief of the Golden Crawler Clan, accepts your challenge. xbs!"
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The centaurs vacated an open grassy area for the two chiefs to fight in a single solo battle. With the thundering sound of horses' hooves breaking through the grassland, the two simultaneously grabbed a sharp spear and launched an unstoppable charge forward! The slender, sharp spear point in the opponent's pupils bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger!
Looking at the whistling spear tip, the two temples instantly drenched with cold sweat! Super high-speed spear charge, I am afraid that the cold weapon era, the most terrifying physical damage. The two chiefs bent their bodies to the side at the same time, and together they reoriented their spears, trying to dodge in the process of stabbing the target who was also dodging!
"Stab-la!!!"
After a round of dueling, Ka'an was finally superior, his spear, the first to hit the small of Tolya's belly, but could not pierce the strange curvature of the adamantine wood armor, the sharp tip of the spear, even deflected by the smooth, rounded surface of the armor, only in the gold and green battle armor surface, leaving a long series of shockingly horrible scars.
And Toria's spear, grazing Ka'an's robust body, regrettably stabbed a lonely, God's chosen descendant smiled faintly, accompanied by a deafening roar, and dazzling pale light, smooth thick wooden pole, instantly entwined with a million thunderbolts! A horizontal sweep, continue to hit the side of the sacred fire. But once again hit a blank - the opponent's lock armor enchanted spiritualization, allowing Ka'an into an untouchable ghost, dodging the deadly lightning sweep!
The sacred fire is like an illusory storm, straight through the shapely body of Toria, behind her lifting the spiritualization, turn, draw the sword, slash! And the Chosen One, in an incredible move, stopped his charge, turned around with a swift movement, drew his sword, and met him!
"CLANG!!!"
Two sharp longswords, fiercely struck together, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal friction, splashed a large dazzling scarlet sparks!
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Chapter 118: Sacred Fire vs. Toriya
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The two fought from the early sunrise until the blazing sun was high in the sky. The two iron cast sharp longsword, in the hands of the two chiefs into the naked eye can not catch the silver and gray residual shadow, noisy steel clash sound incessantly, the battle from the beginning, fell into a stalemate.
The sacred fire in combat skills and experience, steadily suppressed the God's chosen descendants, as a male, physical and strength also steadily over the other head. However, Toriya's equipment is too luxurious! She wore rings, necklaces, and even a variety of exotic accessories all over her body, wrapped in six limbs of gold and steel wooden armor, resisting each other's deadly attacks time and again. The brilliant gold longsword entwined with harsh electric arcs, with each swing, could erupt in the air with a gut-wrenching thunderous boom.
"Boom!!!"
Looking at herself in a physical fight, slowly into a disadvantage, Toria did not hesitate to raise her left hand, a fist in the chest of Ka'an, five fingers of that pile of fancy rings, there is a bronze casting of the ram's head ring, instantly erupted a terrifying shock wave, plowed a deep furrow in the ground, the impact of the air wave wrapped in the sacred fire itself, with the wet fertile pasture, the ground, flying high into the sky , then fell heavily to the ground, allowing the two to re-distance themselves.
"Alan, Nure Skerritt! Please give me your supreme power!" Taking this good opportunity, Toria instantly pulled out a strand of brown bull hair from the package tied to her small waist. Gently placed on top of their arms, only to see that the flexible adamantine wood armor, with the tender green vines wrapped around the gap instantly expanded by half a circle.
"Alan, Nure Skerritt! Please grant me your supreme agility!" The archdruid, whose six limbs had enlarged as a whole, pulled out another handful of black cat's fur. Sprinkled on top of his own slender and elegant hoof. God's Chosen Descent's entire person looks, instantly, a few more illusory, raising his hands and feet, and even brought a burst of black residue.
"Alan, Nure Skerritt! Please let my fragile flesh and blood body, just like you immortal, eternal!" The last spell. It didn't require any material. But it made Chief Golden Crawler's entire body look even more solid and ghastly. Under the three layers of BUFF, Toria seemed like a terrifying predator from the top of the food chain, all over her body, emitting a bloodthirsty pressure that chose people to eat.
"[Cow's Strength] [Cat's Elegance] [Bear's Toughness] ------" Ka'an, who instantly recognized these spells, wretchedly rose from the ground and, riding on the other party's spell, also hurriedly prayed to the gods, praying for divine spells that would lead to victory.
First, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket filled with sacred words and pressed it firmly to his left shoulder: a faint layer of light gold light, instantly burst out with him as the center, forming a sacrosanct, inverted semicircle force field.
Then, a second layer of force field shield, centered on the law-slayer, was also quietly revealed. It is more vibrant and bright than the first shield, brilliant golden walls of light, flickering. Flowing with a dense thunder runes.
Finally, the sacred fire opened his arms, praying loudly, a magnificent wisp of sacred energy, spurting out from the oak divine emblem, wrapped around his enchanted lock armor, and iron sword, so that his body shone with a dazzling golden holy light
The four divine arts of [Pious Shield], [Protective Lightning Energy], [Higher Magic Weapon], [Magic Armor], and the four divine arts were added to Ka'an, as if a sacred golden sun, more glorious than the sun in the sky! It was so blinding that people couldn't open their eyes!
"CLANG!!!"
The two pitted swords, flickering with electric arcs and holy light, once again entwined with their master's endless killing intent, clashed fiercely together! The statement of Kaan's proposal was just to paralyze Toria, Sacred Fire knew very well in his heart - if he wanted to become the real Supreme King. Must kill the mare in front of you, whether strength, or bloodline, are a great threat to their own.
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The fight on the field is extraordinarily lively, and the cheering and encouraging voices off the field are also boiling back to the sky. Painehurst yawned in boredom. Two people clad in heavy armor, covered in buffs, dueling with iron swords that do not break armor? It is simply a turtle gnawing on a king, who can not hit anyone, put in the game, it is two long strings of attacks to determine failure.
What's more, the two of them a priest, a druid, have a huge amount of healing magic, God knows how much time this duel, will last.
But ------ said it was strange, ah, the army pressed, the opposite actually did not feel a trace of fear, watching the battle on the walls of the centaur, and even showed a gloating look?
The pale centaur frowned, feeling that things are not simple.
When the two of them were in full swing, facing each other's ferocious slashes, Ka'an suddenly gave up resistance, once again prayed to the gods for powerful divine magic, and let Toria, wielding her gorgeous gold-encrusted sword, slashed fiercely at his right shoulder.
The sword, which had already curled its blade, could not break through the defense of the locking armor, but the harsh electric current that jumped on the sword was also absorbed by the sacred shield with thunder runes, and could not shake Ka'an's spell casting process: a brilliant, blazing sacred light erupted from the oak divine emblem, like a flood of divine magic that covered the sky, erupting with the sacred fire as the center, completely submerging everything within a 20-foot radius. Drowned in that golden wave!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sacred Fire also waved his iron sword, which was like the sun, burning with divine fire, and stabbed the Chosen Descent's chest fiercely!
Chief Golden Crawler let out a contemptuous laugh. The battle armor that enveloped his whole body was made of ordinary wood, transformed into adamantine wood. The defensive power of this thing was similar to steel. How could it be pierced by an ordinary iron sword?
However, Sacred Fire's smile was even more arrogant than hers. The scarred iron sword, barely encountering any obstruction, easily pierced into the hard wooden board. The divine Chosen Descent dropped the longsword in her hand and grabbed Ka'an's right hand, trying to resist.
However, she was horrified to find that the magical effects wrapped around her ** were washed away by that golden wave! She could not stop her opponent's brute force, and could only watch as the long sword, burning with angry golden fire, sank deep into her soft, fragile heart.
After confirming that he had hit his target, the Supreme King cruelly rotated the wooden hilt of the sword, so that the sharp blade, burning with divine karma fire, plucked out a shockingly bloody hole in the opponent's tender body. The crimson blood, wrapped in the fragments of internal organs, gushed out from Chief Golden Crawler's delicate red lips, and the amber eyes, too, were covered with a shade of death.
"That divine magic just now, is [disarming magic]. I temporarily suppressed the magic power of your armor, and all magical effects! It is now, just an ordinary piece of wood." Ka'an's handsome and vicissitudes face revealed a cruel smile as he looked intoxicatedly at the God's Chosen Descendant, whose beautiful purple eyes were filled with panic, despair, and slowly losing their life, as if he was admiring a stunning painting.
"I win! Toriya!"
A sacred fire tackle made the heavily wounded Golden Crawler Chief immobile, and at the same time, a brilliant and glorious divine magic energy, above Ka'an's head, built into a golden force field spear, and precisely pierced Tolya's throat!
The air around them became as silent as death.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The exhausted Ka'an, tired of throwing away the mare's corpse, raised his sturdy front hooves high, trying to stomp on the opponent's head like a burst watermelon, to complete the last complementary knife. But - the other party fell to the ground, fell off the head of the antler helmet, long soft brown hair, like a basin of water, scattered on the ground. Underneath the long hair, there was a wrinkled, old face!
The sacred fire fiercely froze. Although he had not seen Toria, but according to the reports of spies and scouts, the chief of the Golden Crawler Clan, was a young and beautiful white mare. The human hair, with the horse's coat, are like ice and snow as pure and white. But ------ what is the situation of this big mother in front of her?
"Acharya!"
The council side is also blinded, originally, they are still trapped in the sadness and anger of losing their leader. But ------ the dying person on the stage, is not Toria as the trusted captain of the personal guard: Acharya?!
"Substitute! Fake fight! This is an insult and desecration of tradition!" The Yew of Skerritt erupted into an angry roar.
"You ------ this ------"
Sacred Fire looked at the aged mare in confusion, slightly overwhelmed.
Suddenly, a shapely golden and green phantom slowly emerged from the army. Her soft and moving body was covered with golden pieces of wood, with tender green vines. The body was adorned with a variety of magical wonders.
In her right hand, she held a terrifying blade entwined with ten thousand thunderbolts, while her left arm held aloft an eagle staff forged of pure gold. Above the eagle's head, two blue oval gems, shining with dazzling arcane light.
The Golden Crawler clan is really rich, this whole set of luxurious to smacking equipment, ordinary clan, even one can not get together, and Toria, actually did not blink, directly took out a second set of identical ready to give the double to wear, dress her up seamlessly.
The council soldiers scrambled to move to the sides, parting a path through the sea of people, allowing the true scion of God's choice, with the arrogance of a man who looks out of the corner of his eye, to slowly walk up to the front of the army line and snap his fingers at Kaan, who was both angry and tired, a hundred feet away.
"Take your miserable faith and go to hell! Priest! ALan, the chosen descendant of Nure God!"
Hearing that familiar snapping finger, the dying golden crawler forbidden guard, suddenly like a return to light, coughed up blood, braced her broken body and rose again! She clung to Ka'an's hoof, seven small golden orbs, from her neck, slowly fell on the wet soil - in a flash, seven magnificent fiery clouds, accompanied by seven deafening explosions, completely engulfed the two! Even hundreds of feet away, Pinehurst were rippled by the impact of the tyrannical explosion, the fiery afterglow, his pale skin, licking it into a lurid red.
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Chapter 119: The natural enemy of the dead
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Terrifying shock wave, wrapped in crimson blood, broken white flesh and bone scraps, ravaged every inch of the land for a hundred feet around! The scorching smell of roasted meat made the surrounding dumbfounded centaurs cover their nostrils in fear. And the Chosen One, standing at the front of the army, raised his arms to the sky and laughed! It was like a ghastly demon dancing wildly in the abyssal sea of fire.
"What a ruthless tactic! Sending a double to participate in a duel, winning is even better, if you lose, then order the double to use the fireball necklace and die with the other side - using an incomparably loyal henchman in exchange for the life of the enemy Supreme King. It's a solid deal."
Peinhus secretly adjusted Toria's danger level upward by several levels, and then, with a hoof, kicked down her beatitude level to the bottomless abyss.
"Priests of the sacred fire! Your supreme king, fallen here! Surrender! I will give you the status and respect you deserve! Those who obey me will prosper, those who disobey me will die!"
The Chosen One strolled in the direction of the castle. Her silver ponytail, swaying from side to side like a pendulum, indicated her extremely happy mood now.
"It's not over yet! Toriya!!!"
Suddenly, a pitch-black figure, accompanied by a wisp of pitch-black trailing smoke, burst out of the fiery sea of flames and hissed and roared at the divinely chosen descendant! The crowd fixed their eyes on the sacred fire Ka'an, surprisingly, was not torn into bloody pieces by those seven consecutive terrifying fiery explosions?
"Sorry to disappoint you, Sacred Fire, Sacred Fire, how do you think I got my nickname? Hmm?" All of the Supreme King's clothes, armor were buried in a sea of fire, burned and melted by that terrifying heat, but there were no scars of terror on the surface of his body. A like an ancient elf marble sculpture, that nearly perfectly proportioned magnificent ketone body, exposed in the pupils of all.
"What a pity, then, I'll have to kill you myself." Toria's brow hidden behind the battle armor gently wrinkled, then stretched, accompanied by a deafening sound of thunder, the right hand, pulled out from the waist a terrifying longsword entwined with thousands of electric arcs.
"Your ** body is not wearing armor, robust arms, and no blades, say, how do you want to die?"
"Kneel down to your Supreme King." Ka'an said indifferently.
"What?" The God-chosen descendant raised an eyebrow. Scornfully, he spoke. "Are you too mentally weak to admit your defeat? Ka'an?"
"I said, I command you, a mare who will do anything to get what she wants, to kneel down to me!"
Kaan instantly took out of his mouth the oak emblem, soaked in saliva to avoid being destroyed by the flames, and raised it high in the air! Skerritt's huge, mountain-like divine handsome shadow quietly appeared above the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield under his terrifying shadow that covered the sky.
All the people in the field, are like a rat met the cat general, scared trembling, involuntarily fell to the ground, including the arrogant to the unbeatable God's chosen descendant.
She kneeled in humiliation under the holy fire hooves, with magical wonders on her body flashing one after another with the glow of arcane magic, but no magical item could break the centaur's fear and obedience to Skerritt that flowed within her blood.
"Why are you all kneeling down? What is that centaur in the sky. Christina? Why are you on the ground too, can someone just tell me what the hell is going on!"
Peinhers inexplicably looked around at the council army that had fallen to their knees. He painfully wiped away the beads of sweat that continued to emerge from Christina's temples and tried to pull his lover up from the ground, but it ended in failure.
This guy from another parallel universe, naturally can not be Skerritt's heir. And Liu Yuan, who grew up in an atheistic land, is even less likely to worship a god that is nebulous and has disappeared for centuries, therefore, the divine emblem of the god of nature and community does not work on this crossed over centaur ------!
"Yes, the clan of Peinhus, destroyed by monsters when he was young! He was not bound by the tenets of our religion! As for the descendants ------ Skerritt is not the first centaur. Now only my lover is free to move!"
Christina suddenly thought of something and struggled against the divine oppression, growling loudly. "Quick! Kill that damned Supreme King! That thing in his hand can bind the centaurs to freedom!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!!" The army of the Council, which was forced to kneel on the ground, burst out with a hideous and horrible roar. It is true that the Centaurs believed in Skerritt, but they revered **freedom more than a spiritual symbol that had faded for centuries. To be enslaved by a small badge, to do something against their will? That sounds more horrible than death!
And when the Supreme King saw a fellow pale divine handsome centaur, actually did not succumb to the oak divine emblem, that divine oppression, but as a crane, standing in the midst of the kneeling army? The exhausted Ka'an's eyes widened in horror! He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him!
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!" Watching the unexpected happen in front of his eyes, the exhausted Supreme King, in a panic, grabbed the natural disaster blade with its own lightning and thunder from Toria's hand - he hadn't yet figured out the true power of the badge, and his army of priests, who had succumbed to the divine oppression, couldn't come to his support.
If the control is unlocked here, then Ka'an will surely be torn to pieces by the council army that is enraged to the core.
Thinking of this, Sacred Fire ran north without looking back, as long as he returned to the fortress and then released the control, then it was the uncontrolled white horse that would be torn to pieces - that guy had to die!
As for fighting him one on one? You're kidding! Who knows what that guy's profession and abilities are. This kind of high-risk thing who likes to do whoever does!
"Whew..."
Suddenly, Ka'an's eyes went black, and a burst of countless ghosts. Skeletal bones composed of a torrent of death, from the hands of Peinhus, the wave of death rushed, whistling, angry, along the six limbs of the sacred fire, winding upward, climbing, instantly deprived the other party's eyesight.
"Blindness spell! Skerritt bless! He's not carrying any musical instruments on him, so this guy is a necromantic school of warlock or mage!" Kaan almost jumped for joy! A divine and inviolable golden light instantly dispelled the cold flood of death, allowing the Supreme King to see the beautiful world again - the azure sky, the turquoise grasslands, the army of centaurs subservient to his divine emblem, and a ------ dark green spectral tentacle.
"Hiss pull!!!"
The spectral hand entwined with dark green poisonous clouds, with the speed of lightning, in the front leg of Ka'an, cut a deep and bone visible horror scar. Both sides of the wound, as if the baby's lips as tender muscles quickly rotted, shrinkage, along with crimson blood, flowing out a thick juice emitting a foul smell.
The left front hoof of the sacred fire, immediately paralyzed by the necromantic arcane he, like a motorcycle in the process of wind speed, suddenly pressed the front brake general, the whole horse fell forward under the action of inertia, rolled forward several times, plowed a deep furrow in the ground, all the bones of the body, for this injury, issued a wail of pain!
"Ghost Hand, Ghoul's Touch! Long live Skerritt! The enemy is a necromantic spellcaster!" Taking advantage of the fact that the toxin had not yet paralyzed his entire body, Ka'an once again prayed to the gods for divine magic, and his six limbs once again glowed with brilliant golden light, expelling the necromantic arcana and healing his wounds in the process!
"I hate priests! Their divine magic is simply the natural enemy of Necromancy spells! The ones that undo curses, the ones that undo toxins ------ are restrained too badly!"
Peinhus frowned and ran forward while drawing the composite longbow behind him. The sharp arrow cluster, aimed at Kaan's throat!
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Chapter 120: Cerberus
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Accompanied by a burst of devotional prayers, the sacred fire Ka'an, once again opened a brand new layer of magical force field. Red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple ------ endless brilliant colors, twisting and writhing on the surface of the shield, making it look like a child's randomly scribbled chaotic graffiti, or as if it was some abstract master, the madness of the painting created by the blood.
Pinehurst frowned, the colorful, emitting brilliant light of the entropic light shield, like a disco crazy spinning color ball lights, seriously interfered with his aim, two consecutive arrows were shot empty. There is no other way, the pale centaur had to raise his speed to the limit, four long and robust hoof into a streak of shadow, the whole horse like a pale wind, whistling to kill the Supreme King!
"The speed is fast!"
Looking at the pale phantom shadow that was getting closer and closer behind him, Kaan, who was hiding inside the entropic light shield, frowned uneasily. It seems that you can not run back to the castle, then let's go to war, only a caster, close range physical combat, how can beat the battle-hardened himself?
The Supreme King skillfully turned the direction, while accelerating wildly, while cutting a hundred and eighty degree turn in the grassland, wielding from the hands of God's chosen descendants, randomly snatched the cataclysmic war blade, along with the deafening sound of thunder, and crazy flashes of pale lightning, head-on to kill Pinehurst!
"Calm, calm, the other party is very strong, but his armor are burned by the flames, divine magic is also left, I have the hope of winning ------" the pale centaur turned back, looking at the divinity overwhelmed to the ground, can not move Christina, dark pupils, become more and more determined.
"No, this battle must be won!"
Facing the Supreme King, who was holding ten thousand thunderbolts in his hand and was as powerful as a rainbow, Pinehurst charged while quietly pulling out a primitive candle from his leather pouch, motionlessly behind his back, and with a flick of his white index finger, he let the spell casting material made of animal fat, along with a faint pink shimmer, draw an elegant arc in the air and gently fall to the ground.
The whole action was done in the blind spot of the Supreme King's vision, without him noticing half of it.
Thirty feet! Twenty feet! Ten feet!
Two sturdy male centaurs, like two cars with full horsepower, crashed into each other! Pinehurst's two-handed battle axe, after all, was so much longer than the doubly enchanted one-handed sword, and the plain, unadorned blade was the first to close in on Khaan's fragile, flesh-and-blood body than the electric-wrapped tip of the sword.
"Alan, Nure Scarlet!!!"
Looking at the pale human horse at hand, the cheeks of sacred fire, floating a crazy carnal smile, the other side of the perimeter can not resist the long-range attack spells, his wrist fierce flick, entwined with thunder and electric current of the cataclysmic war blade out of hand, the first to pierce the throat of Pinehurst!
"Wh--"
The cataclysmic war blade is like a terrifying thunderbolt in the clear sky, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, instantly penetrated the body of the pale centaur, landing heavily on the lawn tens of feet away.
But ------ it passed through, but an illusory gale, between lightning and fire, Pinehurst snatched into an illusory storm, straight through the sharp edge of the thunder, with the Supreme King's body, immediately after the restoration of flesh and blood entity, the sharp axe in his hand raised high, fiercely slashed at Ka'an's back!
"Poof!!!"
The Supreme King panicked and deflected his body to the side, trying to dodge his opponent's. But he was finally a step too late, just avoiding the vital point, the sharp huge axe, cutting through the air in a poignant arc, as if destroying, slicing through the bloody flesh and skin of the sacred fire brittle flesh, smashing the sturdy tendons and bones of the Supreme King, cutting off his left hind leg.
The crimson blood, like a broken flood, gushed out from the mirror-like smooth and flat break of the horse's leg under the pumping of two hearts.
"Good job! Go for it! Painehurst! Painehurst! Peinhus!" Seeing the acting chief of the Blood Rage Clan, with a single charge, remove one of his opponent's legs and be forced to fall to his knees, the blackened mass of the Council's army erupted in a burst of ecstatic shouts!
"Damn--" The God's Chosen Hind maintained an extremely humiliating position, crouching on top of the wet grassland, wriggling her soft body restlessly, her silvery, beautiful eyes rotating wildly. She thought more thoroughly than the other centaurs, what if ------ the second-in-command of the Blood Rage Clan, took that badge and became the second Supreme King, what should she do!
"Stop! Stop! Pinehurst right, as long as you don't kill me, I will appoint you as my right hand man! Within my kingdom, you will have a lofty position under one man and above all men! I will give you anything you want! Anything!"
Ka'an forced himself to endure the severe pain coming from his lower body, raised his left hand, which was squeezing the divine emblem, high in the air, and screamed loudly in terror! That vicissitudes face, emerged a timid cowardly look like a mouse, endless tears, moistened out his amber pupils, down the furrows of the Supreme King's face rampantly.
However, his right hand, but quietly behind his back, with an incredible speed, pinching out a large number of arcane gestures.
The pale centaur was unmoved and raised his blood-soaked battle axe high in his hand.
"If you spare my life, I'll give you this oak badge, and the way to use it all! You will become the supreme king of all the centaurs! At that time, no centaur can refuse your orders, they live or die at your whim, all the girls' tent curtains will be open for you - as long as you spare me, all these beautiful fantasies will come true!"
This sudden and great temptation, so that Pinehurst movement for a moment. The supreme king, all the people obeyed ------ before the situation was too urgent, he only thought of the horror of that emblem.
However, think about it in another way, possessing it, one can have everything of the Centaurs! Even that high and mighty, looking at everything Toria, also have to be subservient to their own, obediently offer her possession of the two chaos gems, they do not have to hide what the secret of the crown.
The breathing of the pale man-horse in front of him became heavier and heavier, and his handsome face, too, gradually turned greedy and distorted. The moment the other party's mind was shaken, Khaan quickly chanted an incomparably pious prayer, with the right hand gesture behind his back, guiding a golden and red colors intertwined, incomparably magnificent and splendid pillar of blazing flame, accompanied by a creepy burning sound from the sky!
The blazing flames of heaven instantly engulfed Peinhus completely!
"Greed will kill you, boy."
The Supreme King quickly shredded his own facial disguise of frightened cowardice. In the midst of a heart-rending wail from the council army, he barely healed the wound of his broken leg. He regained his feet in a lopsided manner and slowly turned backwards, trying to retrieve the thunderbolt sword that had fallen to the ground. However, he turned around for a moment and froze in place.
The inky grass was desecrated by some kind of white foul liquid. The melted white candle, wriggling its own sticky body, smearing a huge triple circle on the ground. Between the circles and the circles, filled with words and totems that the Supreme King could not understand. In the center of the spell, there was a hideous dog's head wrapped in a mass of fiery runes.
And the snatched longsword, good death fell in front of the spell formation!
"Whew--"
Along with the central dog head pattern taking shape, the entire summoning spell formation, instantly erupted with an incomparably dazzling blood-colored fire light. A vicious dog the size of a pony.
That huge vicious dog, without a single hair on its body. The wrinkled dark skin, clinging to its strong spine and ribs, a wisp of crimson flame as if from hell, wrapped around each dagger-sized claws. And quickly winding, coiled up its whole body, the flames of the way to burn the thick black smoke, straight to the blue dome of the sky.
Suddenly, the evil dog let out a harsh roar at the Supreme King, and the most terrifying thing in its bloody mouth was not the countless black and hideous sharp fangs, but the twisted, dancing and burning flames of hell at the end of its throat!
Hellhound!
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