The unspeakable energy coalesced between the dragon's claws, a dark red ball of light only the size of a human fist, but every bit of it that escaped was heart-stopping. Lysatos gently picked up the ball of light, as if it were his own child. Although this child will only exist for a few dozen seconds, but will bloom into a world of glory, because it is the pinnacle of wisdom, the crystallization of the arcane.
The ball of light slowly rose, with a slight reluctance to leave the hands of the Creator. It strides proudly, flying faster and faster, proudly towards its own stage. The dull appearance is removed, revealing its noble essence and radiating immeasurable light and heat.
The long song of Offa is like a torch with holy flame, the tower sings a long rhythm, holding up the newborn sun rising. The light shines through the clouds, through the realm, through the eyes of Nieron's cold advice, illuminating the deepest madness and darkness.
There is no precise word to describe the moment when the eternal blazing sun collided with the sword of divine punishment, and the sound and brilliance reached the ultimate, interpreting into a silent gray aria, only chaos. The sea of thoughts fell into a thunderbolt, churning thoughts that could drive a person crazy. Has a second passed, or a day? The measure of time and space loses its existence.
After what felt like a long, long time, the quiet, soft sun showed its face - the real sun. It cautiously looked around, found that suddenly jumped out to choke the line of guys disappeared, then strutted out, recklessly throwing light on the face of Lysatos.
The golden dragon stood at the top of the Orpheum Tower, his face as peaceful as sipping afternoon tea, enjoying the peace of silence.
With Nieron gone, the speculative deity finally folded his capital. He was so close to success for the first time, but also lost his last chance. The recently accumulated divine power went down the drain, and the sub-divine longsword shattered into meteors under the dual pressure of the holder and the eternal blazing sun. Without the means of attack and without the strength to enter the material world, was there remorse and fear in the eyes of Nieron who finally withdrew?
Lysatos did not know, and he could not see. Despite the protection of the dragon and a double horizontal and vertical eyelids, it took a while to pass the period of blindness. Opened his dry eyes, tear glands first to protect the lens, making him teary-eyed.
He looked at the sky first, the aurora and pillars of light had long since disappeared, only the blue sky and the sun with bared teeth. Powerful energy obliteration blasted the clouds back a thousand miles, a circular hollow appeared above the roof of the sky.
Look at the ground, the peak part of the time jump, the fall is not in the right position, so that the long song of the Orpheum produced a 15-degree angle skew, as well as out of thin air short of 50 Sami, this repair up to headache.
Extremely clear view, the original blue-white peaks all together a sun bath, revealing the black and unpleasant rock layer. The snow line has dropped by 2,000 samis, and the river flow under the mountain must be abundant this year. If the dwarves were thrown here, they would never admit that this was the snowy peak of eternity, but would think it was a furnace. The top of the mountain was not cold at all anymore, dry as can be, the charred black rock emitted heat, the air was sparse and different, the refractive index of light was messy, and the scenery was all distorted.
Lysatos reached out his claws and caressed the tower, under the impact of destroying the mountain, it stood, leaving only a few cracks that I believe can repair themselves. This is a rock-solid and reliable comrade.
Speaking of comrades, there seems to be one, what is it? Leave a last word burst head and died ... octopus?
The ground next to a small amount of greenish-black evil embers, that is the headless corpse of the deep hell purgatory demon after being irradiated by light remains. Lysatos shook his head, this is not his comrades. With just a simple movement, blood oozed out from under the scales of the whole body. The golden dragon stumbled and nearly fell.
It couldn't fall, at least not now. Lysatos swallowed all the healing potions in his secondary pouch whole. Swinging the wings will have to be broken in half, so you can only use flight instead.
Lysatos flew among the mountains for half an hour, and it was good to see that the ruby reflections were still quite solid on the mountains of the same hue. The spirit-sucking monster's magic steel scepter was stuck in a crack in the rock, and Lysatos looked at it, the scepter was the same size as a dragon's toothpick.
The claw tapped twice on the rock as if knocking on the door. "Come out, play dead trick don't use a second time."
Oops ah, really do not know the slightest bit of love, I was expecting to see if you would plant flowers on my tombstone. Iraduni frivolous tone of voice into the mind, ruby shimmering up.
"Don't worry, if that day does come, I will give you shit and fertilize every day."
The ruby is actually not a natural gemstone, but an [Astral Maki] compiled with astral filaments, which allows spirit-sucking monsters to host their souls in the event of physical destruction. Then it takes ten days to reshape the body, and the starry world dill becomes part of the body.
It takes several days to construct the body, and now I dare not come out, it is hotter than the desert, I will lie on the ground, is not the iron plate squid?
Lysatos shivered, the joke is too damn cold. "Last chance to go back to Nessus."
What if I say no? Destroy my soul?
The atmosphere became oppressive, and Lysatos and Eradurne confronted each other for a while. "I give you permission to stay."
Should I say thanks.
"But!" Lysatos yelled low, "In Saraph my will is greater than the will of the Lord of the Nine Hells! You must obey me, or you won't get the chance to get out."
... could. The jewel was silent for a moment and then flickered.
"Very well, the first task, the longsword of the Lord of Rituals disintegrates and splatters the fragments onto the surrounding lands of several thousand sari. Collect it completely, I want every piece, if you can't do it, find a stinkier cesspool and drown yourself."
I see that even if the multiverse is destroyed, it will not change the dragon's deadly demand for money.
Lysatos lit up with the light of teleportation, "This is elegant sentiment, spirit-sucking monsters drink brains to call the problem." Said disappeared.
In the large mountain range, only a lonely soul remains.
Still hesitated ah, my Lord the King of Darkness, leaving the life of this dragon is more in line with your interests. The cold light of Zasman's Godslayer dagger flickered from the place where Lysatos had just stood, in the pile of debris below his abdomen.
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"Oh my God! Master did you go to pick up the wind, or did you send your life."
Lysatos collapsed directly into the dragon's nest, his brain chaotic. His instinctive first reaction was to lean against his lovely pile of gold coins, fishing his treasures into his arms while weakly instructing Flamir: "Iraduni mad arrogance is here, sort of ... on my side ... "
Devil's eye twitched: "That, that terrible spirit-sucking monster? What do I have to do?"
Eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, all kinds of gems have been buried over the mouth and nose, and the two front paws are still unconsciously rattling the cage. "Keep an eye on him ... remember ... he can't be trusted ..." vision blacked out and passed out ... Maybe asphyxiation passed?
Lysatos did not like to dream, especially after becoming a mage, he felt that the state of dreams, which were withdrawn from rational thought and the sense of space-time, was a sign of an uncontrolled brain, and mages should not be so.
The nasty hazy state is haunting the mind, Lysatos walked in the void of the earth, do not remember when to come, do not remember how to come. He drifted through a wilderness littered with tunnels and hills, trying to identify where, but the realm of similar terrain was as vast as a sea of stars.
Turning a corner and oh-so-clearly, he saw the landmark, the Pillar of Skulls. Countless oddly shaped skulls were haphazardly stitched together, built to a height that pierced the sky with no end in sight.
So this was the first level of hell, Avernus. He remembered that this realm had been swallowed by the abyss, so why was it here? A shout startled him, followed by a mountainous roar that deafened the dragon. In the blink of an eye, an endless number of demons sprang up, setting off a bloody wave. On the other side of the battle were tens of thousands of colored dragons. In addition to the usual red, blue, green, black and white, there were brown dragons with flattened wings, purple dragons as slender as snakes, rough and wild gray dragons, and so on.
The dream was like a crudely made silhouette painting, and many episodes were jumping around. Lysatos stood in the center of the battle, but he was not at all nervous, afraid. All the creatures were fighting beside him, ignoring the presence of the golden dragon. Observing somewhat bewildered, he noticed that although the dragon's magic, claw scales and spit were sharp, the battle was still slipping rapidly; there were too many demons.
With a roar that carried a fivefold echo, an evil dragon with a reddish-brown body and five different colored heads appeared, the strongest Sword Dragon was only half her size.
The colorful dragon queen, the lord of evil dragons, the evil-scaled lady of hell, Bahamut's eternal enemy - Tiamat. Even after seeing the arch-enemy deity for the first time, Lysatos could not help but admire the beauty and strength of the Dragon Queen, not to mention the legend that she possessed the wealth of a hundred worlds.
Five dragon heads spitting together, instantly wiping out thousands of enemies. But a jackal-like powerful demon, jumped on the Dragon Queen to kill up, before she could throw down, a four-armed gorilla demon, a frost giant, and large worms with many foot limbs, four demon lords surrounded Tiamat to attack.
The Dragon Queen remained undefeated until a female demon who could not be fully described with all the words in the world to describe her beauty entered the battle. Lysatos recognized her, the Phantom Queen Mercantium, Dimogorgon's number one horse. The female demon reached out, unknown power made the dragon queen let out a wail, four demon lords swarmed, each holding a head ripped off violently.
Seeing the enemy's misery, Lysatos could not feel any joy, only the sorrow of the rabbit's death. No way how, the dragon should not be such an undignified way to die.
Only one red dragon head left Tiamat, let out a final roar, the body exploded, four demon lords ashes. Seven or eight colored streams of light flew in all directions, and one of them came straight at Lysatos.
Lysatos was too late to dodge, and before he was drowned by the light, he vaguely saw the brilliantly colored crystal in the center of the light.