The sky aurora reveals a slight protrusion, as if the incongruous threads on the smooth silk, the threads get longer and longer, from a visual stream of light into a waterfall. It seems that the sword light is getting bigger and bigger, in fact, its power is decreasing instead. Despite the fact that the dimensional barrier was quite weak, the power of the deity was also being consumed rapidly, from solid to free, and if the altitude was a thousand meters lower, perhaps the sword light would have collapsed into a discrete state before it hit the ground.
To make a long story short, Nieron's divine punishment was only a blink of an eye from the time it appeared to the time it hit. Lysatos did not even have time to enter the arbitrary gate and had to force his body to elementalize. The sword light penetrated the flame, and Lysatos came back to life, his giant centipede-like wound bursting open again.
Even severe pain can not make his thinking chaotic, if the mage stopped thinking, it means already dead.
The brain raced, Nieron's background was foggy, but Lysatos had an 80% grasp. From the past several test reactions, he is a naive and sensitive god, within the strict dogma to regulate believers, but not to restrain themselves, dazzled by the contradictory nature of order and chaos. The reason why there was no divine call to the royal family of Garanod when Lysatos did not come was because the payoff was greater than the gain. When the golden dragon arrived, He is even less obsessed with this, even if the elven king became a believer, Lysatos will choose other angles to pry the Tia faith.
Nieron is a heavy gambler, but different from the bad gambler who does not move to put his life on the roulette wheel. He is accustomed to boldly choose the time, as long as he thinks there is a possibility of success, even if less than 30%, will be boldly attacked. If the attack is blocked, then make a judgment without delay, either simply give up the betting capital, waiting for the next time; or continue to increase the stakes, kill all.
This process of articulation without a little hesitation and indecision, unlike some of the fools Lysatos had met before, before the fight, a look of victory in the face of fear, "this can not be", as if denying the reality of how useful.
As Lysatos inferred from the character template, the third attack took a long time to arrive. The first two inter-dimensional divine punishments consumed a lot, the results of the battle are limited. This is a situation where He would choose between retreat and further engagement, with Nieron clearly leaning toward the latter. A pending power gathered quickly, and the Lord of Rituals intended to employ a more powerful attack.
Observing the speed of Nieron's gathering power, Lysatos judged that there was still some time left and pulled out several large bottles of healing potions, biting into even the glass and swallowing them directly. He could not see the figure of the spirit-sucking monster, but could be sure that the sinister guy invisible somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to move.
Nieron and himself without turning deadly enemies, what about Ila Douni? He just did not fall on his sword, nor did he offer to help, which already shows the attitude. The spirit-sucking monster is not in a position to kill himself, but is happy to see him and the indigenous gods fight to the death.
The golden dragon grinned, using the slang he had just learned and Vladimir's spit: plug are half inserted, simply come to a threesome!
The divine punishment above the vault of heaven has not yet descended, has locked Lysatos, increasingly heavy oppression fell on the spine, the slightly fragile rocks around have crumbled. He arbitrary door to the top of the mage tower, locking immediately followed over. But this is enough, earlier the golden dragon and spirit-sucking monsters fight to the death, but both subconsciously away from the mage tower, because both care about the plans of the magic network.
Now, the long song of Orpheus and Lysatos one loss, one glory.
The good and neat from the secondary bag pulled out dozens of spellcasting materials, began to draw spell formations, as if the head hanging is not a life-threatening sword. The spirit sucking monster can't help it, telepathic golden dragon: you can violate the rules of the game.
What are the rules of a game without a referee? You have the ability to stand by and let Asmodeus' thousand-year plan go up in smoke with the Mage Tower, and then explain to your master that it's a personal vendetta, and see how He reacts.
"It seems that it was always you who had a grudge against me." Iraduni operate this 4 Sami high devil body, full of resentment appeared at the top of the mage tower. "How does this indigenous god's have such a strong power?"
"He does not, in fact, the god's power has long been stretched." Lysatos echoed the long song of Orpheus, and the spike cone at the top of the tower shot out magic light to build a summoning spell. "He has a sub-divine longsword, and I presume it is using its energy."
Even Iraduni, with his calmness, was taken aback. "This deity sacrificed a sub-divine weapon as a one-time expendable attack? What in heaven's name have you done to Him?"
"I'm going to use a legendary spell to match me."
"Now? That sword cuts down in ten seconds at most, legendary spells take hours of preparation."
Lysatos growled, "When I say yes, I do!"
Eradurni did not argue any further, and the attack would come in a few seconds. The silver light in the blood-red eyes of the demon of Purgatory rose up and an energy field wrapped around both.
The ninth level psychic self-shaping ability [resonance force field]. The creatures within the force field will be subjected to the same status, simply put, Iraduni heals himself, and Lesatos will be healed, as will the damage. But he had no intention of healing, the golden dragon kept the mage tower and then died of his wounds to his liking.
Ilarduini showed his great psychic ability, using [Time Acceleration] again, which could only resonate with the third level of psychic ability, but he broke the limit and let Lysatos also enter the stopping point of the timeline.
Lysatos finished summoning the spell, reached behind his claws and flicked a hand full of dragon blood into the center of the spell.
"In honor of the covenant of the ages, in the name of the King of Good Dragons, Lysatos Saint Yew, the last descendant of the Saint Yew family, hereby calls upon the great holy fire, Prince Zaman Ru, the Fire Elemental!"
A door to the inner realm opened, and on the other side of the door was the being who commanded half of the fire elemental realm. Iraduni duly lifted the time acceleration and allowed Lysatos to communicate.
The tone of the elemental prince tumbled enthusiastically, and every word contained great heat.
You golden dragons only think of me when you're playing with your lives, Lesatos, where have you been? I've been looking for you after the Battle of Athas ... How did you get so badly injured! Who is the opponent? A demon?
We'll catch up later, old friend, I need your strength now.
Zaman Ru is famous for his unchanging warmth and friendship in the camp of goodness, and at this time is no exception. The long song of Orpheus simply turned into an oil well, and huge amounts of fire element spurted out wildly, with momentum above the clouds.
The Lord of Rituals, sensing something different, did not wait for the power to continue to the critical value, a brilliant sword to the earth! The sub-divine longsword extended a majestic power, a golden pillar of light fell at great speed, all touching everything immediately disappear, whether the clouds, air, and even space itself also appeared signs of instability, hundreds of tiny spatial cracks flashing away.
Such a terrifying sword also in front of the great power of the river of time, Ila Douni again time to accelerate. Blood spurted from the eye sockets, nostrils and ears, a sign of excessive intracranial pressure.
"My spiritual capacity is going to run out!" The Deep Hell Purgatory Demon trembled like sieve chaff.
Lysatos, on the contrary, was breezy, uttering words but like the coldest and meanest capitalist, squeezing the last bit of blood from the workers. "Can't hold out to die, I have given instructions, if I die mage tower will self-destruct, you watch."
"Heck ..." the psychotic low laugh of the spirit-sucking monster emanated from the devil's big mouth, giving the sickening sensation of a spider crawling on its arm. "I just love the way you look like you're winning, but it's still a more charming look of disheveled desperation. Remember to plant some of my favorite sphinxes by my tombstone, and also, take out all the demons ..."
Two sources of light appeared in the Molten Mountains, one was the sword of divine punishment of Nieron, and the other was the glow of spiritual energy shooting out from the seven orifices of Iraduni. Raging waves of mind occupy the vast space, thousands of debris, from the size of a fist to the size of a house, are drawn by the aftershocks of spiritual energy and float in mid-air.
The universe is a mapping of the mind, and only the mind is the most powerful force. If time can't stay, then let's go downstream! [Time Jump]!
The first second of the release of time acceleration, the fire element that covered the sky, the long whale sucked water to converge on the Lysatos dragon claw.
The second second, the edge of the pillar of light has rubbed to the top of the mage tower, space issued an unbearable wail, the suspended stone while crumbling and bursting. Lysatos could see the entity of its sub-divine longsword.
But the third second, the near sword fell short.
Golden dragon, devil, mage tower, even the mage tower underground part of the mountain, all disappeared! The ridge of the dome of the sky was missing out of thin air. Pillar of light blasted the break of the mountain, hard to wear the mountain again 50 Sami. Noticing that it missed, Nieron retracted his longsword, but the pillar of light was still there, only half the size.
Time jump, as the name implies jumping over a period of time. Eradurni made everything and projected it 10 seconds into the future. And in Lysatos's senses, himself and the surrounding scenery flashed, the sword of divine punishment had returned to the sky, while the mage tower and the mountain at the base of the tower hung in mid-air and fell with a bang. The brain of the Deep Purgatory demon exploded, the skull shattered into a thousand pieces, and the brains were burned dry by the scorching heat of the air before they could splash out - Lysatos' spell was complete.
The Dwarf tribes thousands of miles away, as well as the human villages at the foot of the mountains, will always remember this day, because the wintry mists that linger forever on the roof of the sky are gone, and a second great ball of fire emitting light and heat appears in the sky - the sun.
The legendary spell [Eternal Blazing Sun].