The storm of extremely effective missiles was like a fluorescent waterfall hanging upside down, flying towards the spirit-sucking monsters after the stars. Each missile is capable of blowing a hole through the front and back of a sturdy human.
The projectiles focused on the target, splattering flesh and blood. Iraduni suddenly jumped to another direction and was just hit by who knows what.
The spirit-sucking monster continued to speak, trying to calm the golden dragon, although the words were more like a provocation: "Mages have always prided themselves on looking straight at the truth, and you are so easily fooled by falsehoods? The barrier of the gods was breached, and all the resisters knew it. But they sought their own death, I retreated at the right time, this is called survival!"
"Survival?" Lysatos grinned coldly and didn't release any more useless attacks as he tried to lift the illusion first. "Your bizarre logic of thinking makes me sick! Fleeing without a word, the resistance comrades give their backs to you, and you don't hesitate to throw it to the demons!" The disarming spell had no effect, and he realized that it was not an illusion, but a sensory error.
"Gee, that's why I hate guys from the good camp, with strong self-destructive tendencies and trying to impose values on me." There were spirit-sucking monsters everywhere, and voices were coming from all directions.
Lysatos's feet weakened and found the cold rock at the top of the mage tower turning into rolling hot yellow sand. He looked up and saw the bloodshot sun of Athas bright red, and at the end of the horizon, a tidal wave of demons roamed in, engulfing a coalition army of humans, elves, mantis people, constructs, and other races.
The visions were like pouring hot oil into a pot of fire, and the golden dragon was blazing with rage. He rubbed his teeth viciously: "We had a chance, we could have killed Dimogorgon! All ruined by you!" He realized that he was still at the top of the snowy peak of the roof of the Vault of Heaven, and it was not the external scene that changed, but the feeling of Lysatos. Illaduni's specialty, affecting the senses of sight, hearing, and touch through psychic powers, and then toying with them to death.
Yeah, it's possible. Illaduni's ramblings went straight to the head. A group of legendary-rank mortals and a few demigods, and they presume to destroy the Chaos Supreme!
The earth wailed in pain as it was torn in half, and two tentacles several hundred samis long whistled out, the arms of the demon monarch. The tentacles, covered with hideous spikes, swept across, and those who resisted flew into oblivion. The tentacles were raised high, casting a shadow that enveloped Lysatos and fell with a bang.
"That's enough! Stop playing unorthodox tricks, you can't erode my mind!" Lysatos roared, gathering his spirit to retrieve his senses. The illusion fragmented, yellow sand, demons, blood sun have disappeared. Just returned to reality, he found his body under the psychic cues of the spirit-sucking monster, making a move to jump off a cliff. The body lurches and falls headfirst.
The good thing is that there are stupid dead gargoyles, propped up gargoyles, just did not fall dead gargoyles. Lysatos flip wings to stabilize his body, a look up, to meet the eyes of Ila Douni burst of silver light.
"Yeah, I'm coming in, yo."
Ilarduini danced the cha-cha dance, and walked in Lysatos' mental sea with three steps, like a picky eater, tasting his head.
"Look at the mountains, the sky, and the rotten dough-like clouds, the instinctive cravings of the lower beasts, in vain of such a vast and boundless spiritual sea. I told you long ago, learn from human and elven mages, although they are inferior races, but low intelligence has its merits. They make their minds into well-defended thorny fortresses, and I always have to go through the complicated and incomparable mental maze, which can delay a lot of time to die. Look at you, empty and simple and crude, the dog-headed warlock's brain defense are more exquisite point than this."
"I also answered you long ago, octopus head. It is the weak who fear the wind and the rain that rely on the fortress, while I am the peaks, the vault, and need no ridiculous protection. Now, get out of my head!"
Rumble rumble rumble ...
The gale launched itself in a fury against the two creatures that ignored its domain, only to bang its head against the Spirit Sucking Monster and the Golden Dragon's defensive upper barriers.
Iraduni wiped the blue blood from the corner of his eyes with his tentacles, moving gently like a pregnant girl and sounding like, "Are you mad enough?"
"Crazy?" Epileptic symptoms seem to be contagious, Lysatos haha size, the voice of untold hatred.
"Yes, I've been mad for a long time. I personally watched the soul of Ilminster wailing to be swallowed by the Dimogorgon, holding the blood of the artifact Loxander, the Lord of the Morning Elect fell from the head of the clouds ... and, and my friend the Silver Dragon Siyovara, she was so kind and brave, fought until shock to cover the tribe of the revered faith in themselves and never backed down. But those tribes are how to return her? They took advantage of the serious injury of Shyuwara, chopped off the wings of the silver dragon, broke her limbs, stripped off her scales, trapped in chains and sent to the demons, just for the chance to accept the demonization to live ...
The spirit-sucking monster is not moved, their emotions are born without pity and guilt. Coldly asked: "Do you intend to break the contract of the Lord of the Nine Hells?"
At the mention of Asmodeus, Lysatos' fierce flame was extinguished, and he lowered his head and muttered, "Yes, yes, the pact ..."
Iraduni secretly snickered, after all, is the hand on the tumbling worm. But then I saw Lysatos look up and smirked, "The contract doesn't say I can't slaughter you and then have the Lord of the Nine Hells send another demon."
Iraduni jerked back to dodge, and a higher invisible servant, undetectable by sight and undetectable by psychic energy, flew to his side somehow. The invisible servant made of force field energy burst open and dozens of force field fragments shot out.
The spirit-absorbing monster was caught off guard and dodged in quick succession, agile beyond imagination. A piece of debris flew by and swooshed off a tentacle on the face of Iraduni. The broken half of the soft tissue twitched in pain and spilled blue blood. The spirit-sucking monster, however, seemed to have no pain, but instead smiled wildly on his face, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Since you choose to talk in battle, let ... it begin!"
Lysatos preempted the move, the jeweled bracelets on his wrist lost their luster one after another, and the emerald green spatial locks extended, sealing the span of each dimension, neither of which could be teleported. Then [weakened resistance] [malicious deformation] [strong flame ball] flew one by one. If it hits, Iraduni's spell resistance will be weakened to normal, then transformed into a purple-feathered rooster, and finally burned into a roasted chicken by the flame ball.
In the face of the rapid spell triple strike, Illadouni showed a powerful level six psychic ability [time acceleration].
The wind and snow freeze in the shackles of time, and everything comes to a standstill. The spirit sucker stretched 1 second to 30 seconds, and the world seemed to stop running. Iraduni leisurely flew past the Golden Dragon's spell and came to the position above his head. Similar to the ninth ring spell [Time Stop] within the spell system, but more adept at coming and going freely in the timeline, the Spiritualist also has restrictions, he cannot launch spiritual energy or spells targeting other creatures within the static world, so [Time Acceleration] does not have direct attack power.
The moment Iraduni restored time, he used [Higher Superstate Change], enveloped his whole body in silver light, and his torso skyrocketed into a 20-same-high iron demon statue, which smashed down on Lysatos' head.
With a bang, Lysatos magic defense automatically activated. Weighing hundreds of tons, the iron demon statue fell to the sky with a blow, not more powerful than the fierce fist of Zuiksker, Bigby body palm steady catch the iron demon statue's big foot.
Ila Douni said telepathically to Lysatos, "My passion is not to be denied. The Iron Demon statue turned from gray-blue to shimmering bright black as the spirit-sucking monster turned the iron into fine gold, skyrocketing its weight by a factor of ten.
Before the next spell could be completed, Bigby's protective palm collapsed. Although the force of the fall was offset by the body shield palm and no damage was done, Lysatos was unable to maintain his flight and was trampled down by the refined gold demon statue.
]] The demon statue touched the golden dragon's body, triggering several defensive spells that thundered and blasted against the statue's body. But the fine gold demon statue is immune to almost all spells, which is why Iraduni chose the demon statue over the giant form.
Lysatos crashed into the snow of the mountain peak and fell dizzy. By this time, Iraduni had already regained his form and flew upward while using his first-level psychic ability [Create Sound].
The sound went from small to large, and the frequency of the tremors became higher and higher, and soon exceeded the receptive range of Lesatos' ears. High-frequency sound waves of over 30,000 Hz expanded in all directions. If you get close, the rocks will turn into powder in the super-speed vibration. But in the vast mid-air, the sound waves rippled out unrestrainedly.
Lysatos' expression changed dramatically, and he understood the spirit-sucking monster's intention. A tiny sound of fine sand rubbing came, and the sound grew louder and louder, and after a few seconds, it became a violent roar that resounded through the mountains - an avalanche!
The ancient ice and snow that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years were awakened, and they woke up with a vengeance. You chase me, I shooed him, clamoring, shouting, venting the horrible energy accumulated for an unknown number of years.
Lysatos was wrapped in more than ten meters thick layer of snow, like a boat in the storm, uncontrollably rolled down. The previous spatial lock has become a fatal shackle, he could not teleport away. Mage armor and force energy shield support a few seconds to break, other spells in front of the primitive force of nature, seem weak and useless. Lysatos closed his eyes as certain powers rooted deep in his bloodline tumbled up.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha ..."
Above the molten mountain range, Iraduni opened his arms and laughed wildly in the thunder that shook heaven and earth. Not only the roof of the sky, the wind carried the sound waves so far that the mountains within sight were crumbling, and ten thousand hectares of ice and snow rushed down, playing a chorus of mountains roaring under the command of Iraduni.
The laughter stopped abruptly, and a red incongruous glow appeared in the waves of snow. The wings of Lysatos were gone, or rather turned into flames. In the original position of the dragon wings, leaping light flames extended from the wing bones, turning into wings of flame five times larger than the original.
Just a fan, burning wind shot, surrounded by a hundred meters of ice and snow directly vaporized. Lysatos flew in front of the spirit-sucking monster, and his tone was like a throbbing flame, fierce and fierce: "Well done, crazy arrogance."
Iraduni owed a salute, and the tentacles that had been cut off before had regenerated with spiritual healing.
"I appreciate the compliment, and by the way, your lace wings are lovely."
Lysatos' voice crackled like a bursting spark, "Soon, you'll be 'cute' too. Round two."
The wings of fire continued to grow and stretch, and two pillars of fire went straight into the clouds.
The next moment, the sky, was set on fire.