"Only the birth of the source fire would make Komodo so crazy, and it seems that the nightclub master has succeeded. Fafnir's faint voice reached Angels' ears.

It turned out to be a nightclub owner.

Angel was in a trance for a while, and when he thought about it carefully, it was true that only the owner of the nightclub could make such a big move.

Recalling the overwhelming horror of the previous thoughts, Ingres is still terrified.

However, how could the Nighthall Master appear on the top of the Void Tower when he ascended to the throne?

Ingres looked at the top of the tower suspiciously, and under the attack of Komodo and the humans, the light streaks there were now almost transparent.

At this moment, the Frost Giant incarnated by Lord Monchi suddenly took a step forward, and the giant sword formed by the Silver Crown of the Frost Moon was pulled out by him, holding the sword in both hands, aiming at the light pattern.

"Hum-" With a loud shout, the boundless frost power gathered, and the blue light covered the giant sword, only to see Meng Qi seem to use ten thousand powers, holding the giant sword and slashing forward!

A terrifying sword ray, along with the endless white frost nova, rushed towards the light pattern like a crescent moon!

The light streaks that had previously surrounded the top of the tower were almost transparent under the attacks of Komodo and other wizards, and they were about to reach the threshold. And Meng Qi's sword became a game-breaking blow!

Bang dang!

As if the glass was shattered, the light patterns surrounding the top of the Void Giant Tower were completely dimmed, giving birth to cracks, and the light and shadow flashed, turning into countless broken points of light, which merged with the little sparks in the wind, and finally dissipated......

As the light streaks dissipated, the scene at the top of the tower was completely exposed.

"That's ......"

"How is that possible?!, there is a whirlpool on that painting!"

"Could it be that the painting is really the work of a magic painting wizard?!"

There was a wave of exclamation from the ice floe, but soon the exclamation turned into horror.

Because, in the whirlpool in the middle of the painting, countless flames with extremely terrifying energy densities suddenly flew out, and the flames were like dense drizzles, and they would burn themselves immediately!

There was a demon that was closer, and it was also a fire demon, and after being touched by that flame, it directly turned into a cloud of black ashes!

Seeing this, Maher cried out in horror: "Open the defense! Quick, open the defense!"

There was a panic on the ice floe, and on the other side, Ingres was also frightened by this scene, when the light pattern was withdrawn, he thought he would see the night hall owner, but there was no shadow of the night hall owner on the top of the tower, but he saw the painting called "Night".

On that painting, it is now pitch black, and there is no firelight, but a whirlpool.

As Ingres took a closer look, countless terrifying flames flew out of the whirlpool. This kind of flame can even be burned by fire demons, and Angel does not dare to contaminate it.

Thanks to Fafnir by her side, with a wave of her hand, the field of wind enveloped her and Angels.

The flames that flew out of the whirlpool slid to the other side when they hit the field of wind.

Ingres breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but at this moment he heard Fafnir's wail, and when he looked back, he saw that Fafnir, whose expression had always been calm and unwavering, was now showing a painful look, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

And the realm of the wind, which enveloped them, also shook for the first time under the Fafner's system!

"Lord Fafner," Ingres whispered "you...... Are you alright?"

"These flames come from the source fire gestation pool, the origin of civilization...... It's an indescribable world, so it's hard to resist......" Fafnir's staccato voice came out.

Angel was stunned for a moment, from the world of the Source Fire Pregnancy Pool? Could it be that these flames are Source Fire?

Angel subconsciously looked at Oluthia and Komodo, both of whom were targeting the source fire. Aluthia is on top of the tower, but it, Grivu, and Tandin are on the side of the painting, untouched by the flames. Aluthia had been staring at the vortex in the middle of Night, and didn't seem to care about the leaking flames. Komodo, on the other hand, turned into a hazy cloud of fire elementals, forming a shield to block the flames.

It seems that these flames are not source fires.

Ingres looked around again, and it was difficult for Fafnir to resist, and even more so for the ice floe defenses.

I saw that the ice floe floating in the sky was directly evaporated into a gaseous state under the flames in the sky. Dissipated in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sanders was also fending off the flames, feeling the terrifying power of the flames, and he now somewhat understood why Nitotip had suddenly put away the rain clouds before...... Even if the umbrella is a mysterious thing, if you face these flames, I am afraid that it will be damaged.

Fortunately, the flames released from the vortex did not last long.

After a minute, the flames gradually faded away.

Maher looked back, and the 'black cloud' of demons in the distance had died in the flames. But not too many human wizards died.

Because although the flames are powerful, they only cause damage in the current world, so as long as they hide in another dimension, they will be relatively safe.

And now the spatial energy of La Sudran is very disordered, demons cannot go to other dimensions, and wizards cannot open the exile space, but wizards have an advantage, that is, the witchcraft garden.

At the moment when the ice floes melted before, all the wizards were put into his sorcery garden, the Garden of Eternal Winter.

Now, all the wizards have been released, only a few were hit by the flames and turned into ashes because they didn't have time to enter the Yongdong Garden in a panic, and the rest of the wizards were safe.

Although the wizards are still safe, it is a pity that the ice floe is gone.

As Maher took out his personal vehicle with emotion, the wizards around him suddenly let out an uproar. Maher followed the sound suspiciously, but saw that the painting at the top of the tower in the distance was once again shining brightly......

......

Fafnir revoked the Field of the Wind, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glared viciously at Komodo in the distance.

Although these flames were indeed difficult to resist, the main reason why she felt pain when maintaining the Wind Realm just now was the injury she had suffered during the previous battle with Komodo, otherwise she would not have been so embarrassed.

However, when Fafnir was glaring at Komodo, he saw Komodo suddenly rush to the top of the tower.

Fafnir's eyes followed Komodo's movements and also came to the top of the tower. I saw that on the painting on the top of the tower, a scorching light burst out again from the whirlpool.

However, this time, Komodo did not show his guard as before, but looked at the light with an excited expression.

On the other side, Oluthia stared deeply at the light.

Seeing this scene, Fafner's eyes flashed with doubt: "Could it be that the light in the whirlpool...... is the source fire?"

While Fafnir was so speculating, the vortex finally changed for the second time, after a large amount of fire was leaking, but this time, there was no flame flowing out of the vortex.

But this time the change made everyone feel more jealous than before.

Because—

A huge hand suddenly stretched out from the whirlpool.

At first, it was just a finger, and slowly, the whole hand was exposed. The size of this hand is like that of a giant, but it is not as rough as a giant in general, but as smooth as jade.

The color of the hand is red and shiny, like red-hot glass.

When the hand came out of the whirlpool, all the living beings felt the same terrifying intent as before, and the flames of the entire sky rose and fell with it.

By this time, everyone understood that the owner of this hand must be the source of that terrifying thought.

Originally, Monchi was about to take this opportunity to sneak attack Olucia, but with the appearance of his hand, Monchi's eyes flashed with horror, and he took a few steps back.

The hand in the whirlpool was still reaching out, and it was stretching slowly, as if there was a barrier preventing it from coming to this world.

"I once heard Odecras say that you have to turn yourself into a flame in order to get to that world, and that step is equivalent to dispersing everything. Fafnir said softly, "And if you want to come back from that world, you have to re-materialize everything that is scattered, called remodeling." ”

"Nowadays, it's slow, it's really a process of reinvention. ”

Ingres turned his head: "Lord Fafnir means that the master of that hand is ...... Nightclub owner?"

Fafnir nodded, envy in his eyes. In terms of age, the owner of the nightclub is much younger than her, but it took that step so quickly, which made her very emotional.

After confirming that the hand belonged to the owner of the nightclub, Ingres's eyes also flashed with joy.

Anyway, the nightclub owner did him a great favor before. Seeing the nightclub owner come to this point, even if the race is different, Angel is really happy for it.

It's just that Angel looked at the hand that slowly reached out, but it reminded him of Feng again.

Feng, it seems that he has nothing to do with anything at the moment, but he always feels that there is his shadow everywhere, and even the last step of the night hall owner is also Feng's handiwork.

Not to mention, now the owner of the nightclub has come out of Feng's painting.

What role did Feng play in this?

While Ingres's mind was churning, the night club's forearm finally "struggled" out of the whirlpool.

Just when the forearm was completely exposed, a strange fluctuation suddenly diffracted outward.

Ingres was also attracted by this fluctuation, what kind of feeling it was, he could not describe it himself, but his heart suddenly accelerated and thumped, as if facing a table of delicacies, incomparable longing.

When I looked closely, I saw that when the forearm of the night hall owner stretched out, it seemed that inadvertently, a stubble of fire in the indescribable world was brought out.

At the end of the forearm of the night club's owner, a small white flame was burning at the elbow that was reddish as if it were burning.

This flame looks inconspicuous at all, but it is this small flame that attracts everyone's attention.

Because it is the source of all fluctuations!