87_87643In the fierce and unbelievably cold storm, Morriel felt that the road to the rift in Zeuxkel's chest was far longer than it actually was.

Her clothes, equipment, and even her body had been blurred by the magic, and she had become a mist that barely maintained her human form. The wind tore at her, from body to soul. Wave after wave crashed over her for a moment, shaking her vision and balance, trying to pull her into the frantically roaring cold wind.

Morrill used his will and spell to fight it, and flew resolutely towards his goal. A little ahead of her, Hembo also flew in a hazy gaseous form, a whirlwind of magic that shimmered to protect her, strangely self-contained in the hysterical chaos.

The three female paladins flew side by side at the front of the small group, surrounded by a pair of white wings of light made of holy power that constantly had feathers falling from above, and looked like they were burning in the wind. The female mage knew that they were just three girls who were no more than seventy years old combined, but their combat power was almost equal to most of the Morning Light Knights. Dedicating their bodies and minds to the gods of light from an early age, using the power bestowed by their Lord with a fervor and stubbornness that is incomprehensible to ordinary people - it is indeed quite suitable to take the lead in the face of another god.

Perhaps, they were essentially no different from those of the black-robed cultists of Ciric.

The red-haired Chloe swept past Morriel and fell to the ground, but soon she leaped up again, and in a few turns in the air overtook Hembo, if it weren't for the fact that she had suddenly jumped back to find a new place to stay.

Chloe is the only one in the team who doesn't fly using magic or magical powers. She only had to use her strength on the whirling and dancing ice in the storm, and she could move forward gradually, and her movements were graceful as if she were dancing on the ice. There may be more to this female swordswoman who has been traveling with Morrill since the beginning of the Pearl Islands, in addition to her unparalleled combat skills and somewhat bizarre "interests".

Forty-seven, who had just cleared their way with a spit, was once again lost in the storm. Even if he was made up of an ancient war machine with the prestige of what Kiscain called the "Armed Gods", and he was indeed able to use his demonic power to tear enemies in his way to shreds and burn them to pieces, would it be inevitable that he would eventually fall silent in the face of the primordial horror that may have been born of an old god that had long since died and died but still survived on the multiverse itself?

Morrill didn't have time to worry too much. She sped up. Because the path to Zeukskel's body will be closed again in its eternal cold at no known moment - they have abandoned the magic ship protected by the divine sun, and if they do not fight quickly, their remaining strength will be crushed to powder sooner or later like beans rolling under a millstone in the confrontation with the winter storm, and by that time they will be truly nothing.

Thankfully, it didn't happen. By the time Morriel entered the chasm like a mountain stream, the paladins had begun to slash a path deeper through the ruggedness of blade-like ice edges on the top, bottom, and left.

The female mage fell down and released her vaporization state, and the translucent magical gas that drifted away condensed into a red robe. The heavy feeling of having her body again made her feel a little tired and grounded. The "cave" created by this dragon's breath can be called calm compared to the outside, and there is even a faint trace of heat. Forty-Seven's spitting attack didn't do as much damage to Zeuxkel as before, but it was deeper than expected—the unbridled flow of lightning and fire caused countless crevices and craters, spreading and spreading, all the way into the depths of the abominable body.

Hembo regained her normal form before her, and stood with Chloe. Morriel could be sure with a mere glance that if they rushed into the tortuous pathways of those Zeuxkel's bodies like this, they would be ruining and regenerating every moment. It was as if a dark tunnel of a vast web of ever-changing cobwebs would soon shred and devour them, doing what the storm didn't do.

Morriel carefully avoided a hole in the ground with a wide mouth open at his feet. A biting cold wind poured out of it, jagged sharp jagged teeth sticking out of the cave walls. Shaking as the cavern shakes, greedily waiting for those who have lost.

"We're running out of time. Simbu watched as a pillar-thick ice pick fell, rolled into a crack in the glacier, and was crushed by the slamming ice wall: "It started moving forward again...... And I don't think this ice cave will be there for long. ”

"I think I can try to find the Misty Lady's hiding place......" Morriel walked up to her, "Can you get us there then?"

Xinbu looked at her and nodded. So the two women's hands held together—and they followed the paladins slowly moving forward. Chloe shrugged her shoulders when she saw this, and used her light sword to cut a long crack in the nearby ice rock. The ice wall was immediately dislocated under the pressure of the enormous force, effectively releasing this pressure and avoiding a larger, more dangerous collapse.

Wait until they stand on a slope of ice that has run out of water. When there was nothing in front of him except a wall of ice that could freeze his fingers when he touched it, Morriel finally transmitted a scene that was gradually outlined into his mind more clearly.

"Everybody close to me. Hinbu held out his hand, "I need to touch you to perform advanced teleportation." ”

Chloe, of course, pulled Moriel and winked at her. Morriel didn't have time to care, she was busy helping Hembo get her bearings, or at least to keep them from tragically getting stuck in the ice after the teleportation ended.

Hembo pronounced the incantation clearly, and a distinct mark of magic appeared on the ground in front of her, looking like a burning line of fire. As the last coda reverberated through the ice crevices, emerald green spell flames leaped and rose, forming a vivid trajectory that enveloped everyone. After a crackling spark, they were gone—leaving only charred scars and a sudden and violent icy wind.

It probably didn't take a breath or a heartbeat, and the journey to space was over. Morriel was glad that the intense energy in Zeuxkel's body had not caused irreparable damage to the teleportation. The world around her went from vague to clear, perhaps the reality of material existence, or maybe not.

Chloe and Jane, who had recovered from the oscillations of the teleportation first, rushed to the front almost at the same time. Through the gap between them, Morriel saw that Kairo, with his staff, was looking back in amazement, at their stalking, uninvited guests.

It's a pretty grand ice temple - even more spectacular than you can see telepathically. The ground is a single piece of unblemished ice, and if you step on it, you can slip and fall. The mirror-like layer of transparent ice reflected their shadows, and it was impossible to see how thick it was. The surrounding walls are likewise smooth facets that seem to have been precisely cut, perfectly intersected at a slight inward angle, and curved upwards to form a high ceiling.

In the middle of the Great Hall of Ice is a trapezoidal tetrahedral altar roughly one person tall. It is also made of ice that has been frozen for an unknown number of years.

Standing on the steps in the middle of the altar, his already white face was reflected even more by the pale light that danced like a flame, like ice and snow reflecting the sun.

Hembo's hand behind his back made a few quick gestures, and the movement of his fingers was so fast that Morriel could barely make out what was probably a powerful attack spell.

"It's a nuisance. Cairo tapped the staff in his hand, his voice visibly unhappy.

The white cold light around her swelled a lot, and a circle of fine ice crystals burst out from the altar in an instant, spreading and blowing towards everyone—the holy flames on the holy warriors' bodies were extinguished at once. Frost fused on their armor, Chloe's Earth Light Sword flickered twice, becoming rather unstable, Simbu took a step back, the spell she had prepared was dispelled by the countermeasures, and Moril even shivered involuntarily, feeling that her whole body, from her skin to her bone marrow, was blown through by the cold wind, as if "protection from the cold" had no effect at all.

Kairo didn't attack further, as the light on the altar had already rushed straight up. Although the pale pillar of light was dazzling and even beautiful, it could not hide the malice and fear in it. This living evil alone is enough to strike fear into any living being.

So even the Misty Lady, who had completely occupied the recovery of Kyro's body, immediately turned her head to control and appease him. Meteor-like ice flames splattered from the pillars of light, causing a loud rumbling sound with each drop on the ice-made floor—proving that the ice surrounding the hall was another layer thicker.

"We're all sitting on the crater now. Kairo, who had suppressed the light back to its original size, smiled slightly, with disdain in his smile: "You can actually chase this last throne...... You want to witness the resurrection of a god. Or do you want to turn into meaningless ice chips?"

"Is that what you're for, Lady Mist?" After all, Hembo is a legendary archmage favored by the goddess of magic, and has an insight and understanding of the transformation and operation of energy that no one else can match: "Absorb its life essence to cultivate divine fire and gain the power to rebuild the divine realm?

"I didn't think I could control something like Zeuxkel. How else would it let it run around?" said Kyro, looking down at her. The mist ribbon around the body coiled around the altar like a snake, and the thick mist was already mixed with many micro-Xiaoice crystals with perfect geometric shapes: "But this is the end of the matter...... It doesn't hurt to talk to you. ”

"I have to admit that the lucky nouveau riche kid of Shirek did a pretty good job at some of the tricks. Kyro glanced into the corner of the Ice Temple. Morriel followed her gaze and saw a black humanoid paralyzed there, which seemed to be ...... O'Sullivan.

"He's been pretty thorough over the years. Since the victory over me, the temples belonging to me in the main physical realm have been destroyed one by one, and the believers have also been expelled and hunted down, making them almost extinct. I couldn't even maintain my basic consciousness, so I could only sleep in the spiritual world of nothingness. However, in the end, when he was close to complete victory, he made a big mistake. Well, it's not entirely a mistake either...... Sister Moriel, you really helped me a lot that time! Even though I am the goddess who controls lies and illusions, I am also very resentful!"

"We helped you defeat the electorate sent by Ciric in that senseless adventure...... You absorb Jason's Dark Sun powers. And it hid in a pendant and tricked me into taking it out. Morriel said coldly, "But I can't help you, my dear lady." Your lies have deceived us, and we have reluctantly become your pawns, nothing more. ”

"That's just old Billy's lie. Speaking of which, he is quite loyal, but it is a pity that faith and ability are not commensurate. But I'm worthy of him, even that thing is handed over to him for safekeeping, who knows if he will give it away casually......" Kairo waved his hand, not wanting to say more: "I am stupid, who is to blame? My original plan was not so thrilling!"

Morriel keenly thought of the "Scroll of the God of Forging" that had been forged for the first time on Forty-Seven. She was about to ask further. Xinbu was the first to speak: "Whatever your plan is, it must be stopped! As a god, don't you know what kind of disaster Zekeskel will bring to the world once it is completely released?"

"Stop, you see, mad Ciric is trying to kill me outright by distributing his divine power to create voters like he doesn't want money, how can I stop? I can't accumulate enough divine power to absorb the energy of Zeukskel. But who knows what else he's going to do? If he comes to me in person in his own form next time, I really won't be able to handle it now...... Don't worry, as long as I get enough power to re-establish the Divine Domain, I will leave the land! If this abomination will cause any trouble during this time, it will not be my business!"

"Only the Bottomless Abyss Earth Demon would do such an act. Zhen held the sword in both hands, and the holy flame on the blade burned and flowed: "In the name of the Lord of Glory, I will stop you at any cost!"

"Can't you wake up a little, Paladin girl?" said Kylo, pointing to the light on the altar with his staff. A mist flowed between the two: "I am now barely able to suppress a considerable part of Zeuxkel's energy and prevent it from exploding completely...... If you want to fight me here, you'll win. Have you ever thought about how to deal with the completely awakened Zeuxkel? Oh, by the way, once the situation gets out of control, the ice temple built inside it will collapse first, and then. How are you going to get out of it, how are you going to stop it?"

The situation froze for a while. Looking at the calm and calm Carro, what she said is also likely to be the truth. It makes Morriel and the others really feel like a "rat thrower" - can they really be a witness here?

A piercing mechanical scream suddenly rang out between the two sides. Ice slag splattered on the mirror-smooth ground, and roaring steel chainsaws swam like shark dorsal fins exposed to the sea, creating larger and larger cracks.

Forty-seven crawled out of the hole he had made with a body of ice ballast, like a living corpse unwilling to sleep peacefully. He looked dull and unable to maintain the form of a constructed giant, but the chainsaw sword in his hand was still full of power, and his eyes were bright, but there was no emotion.

God knows how he managed to get here!

There was an imperceptible hint of nervousness on Kairo's face.

"Remarkable. She said, "The limits of what you can do." Hi Sister Morrill, though I don't know if you can completely control him...... But aren't you going to do something?"

Forty-seven stood there, hot air blowing intermittently from every vent in his body, like a heavy breath. The chainsaw sword in his hand was deforming—the blade was folded, the thick barrel was sticking out, and the clanging of gears and the sound of machinery clashing was probably a sign that the terrible gun was being reloaded.

"Forty-seven, wait a minute......" Morriel hesitated,

Speak.

The steel warrior glanced back at her, a dull silence in his red eyes. For a split second, Morriel clearly knew that he couldn't stop him. He is doing what he is going to do, completing his mission, which he was destined from the moment he was born.

We will eventually succumb to fate. She didn't say anything more, but raised her hand and began to cast a spell.

"What a stubbornness!" said Kylo as a barrage of explosive bombs erupted from the muzzle of the gun with large balls of flame, bathing the ground and altar in a dense blast.

The Ice Ring reappears and expands, pushing the bullets, spell energy, and attackers far away. The pale ice flame on the altar rose until it reached the roof of the temple.

Forty-Seven swung his metal machine gun and smashed through the wall of ice in front of him. Keep moving. He wasn't trying to attack Kairo, neither Kairo nor the Mist Lady had anything to do with him. He was just attacking that altar, attacking Zeuxkel's ice flame energy.

No matter how much he loves to watch cartoons and movies, he has to do what he has to do, and he can't be ambiguous.

"I knew that you, like her, would always be a tool that could only carry out the given orders!" You will be buried with her forever in the body of Zeuxkel!"

She pointed her staff at the pillar of ice light, and the swirling mist enveloped it at once, and then she drew this icy and fierce ruining energy down, and the space twisted and churned under this stream of ice full of hatred, and the evil python clinged to the ground and rushed straight to Forty-Seven.

The cold light fell silently on him—even when it sank into the wall.

But Forty-Seven was immediately hit into the wall by this ice light. He even maintained a forward stance, leaving a silhouette in the ice before moving away. Disappear.

The Ice Temple shrank inward with a single blow from the Kairo Land, and the terrifying ice edges squeezed out from the ground, walls, and zenith with a loud bang.

The ice flames on the altar were only the size of a human head. It seems that what Kairo said about her suppressing Zeuxkel's energy is not entirely true - it seems that it is more like she has mastered it.

Morriel's fingertips erupted a ray of dark negative energy, like a sharp arrow that followed Kairo into the air after the powerful spell that Xinbu had cast. Tsunami-like waves of mana ruffled and blew away the fog and wiped out any protection against the magic, and the enhanced rays of weakness shot into Kairo's calves—she let out a cry of pain and barely summoned a wall of ice with her staff to resist the monkey's dexterity, stepping on the wall and leaping to Chloe's stabbed lightsword. Staggered down, and the three paladins immediately surrounded them, and their holy flames almost connected into a curtain of light.

The fog is layered on top of each other. Tossing and turning, once again forcing everyone back. Indifferent points of light appeared in the mist—vague figures made of solid ice appeared in the mist, covered in sword-like icicles, and more flying around them, forming a wall of blades that would shatter their foes.

The tall ice elementals hunched slightly. Without saying a word, he attacked, and then bathed in a rain of fire from Morriel and Simb. Mist, Holy Flame. Flying figures, surging spell energy, suddenly stabbed out from the ground in rows of ice swords...... As the battle quickly entered the Gao Qi Dynasty, the Ice Hall was also shaking, becoming more and more unstable.

Forty-Seven felt like he was falling all the way down, but he couldn't move, as if he was a wreck that had been destroyed and still had some thoughts and was forever floating in the universe.

He was born to fight these Titan-like ancient djinn. With many burning worlds as battlefields, he and his magicians charged, flew, and even skimmed past the stars, each of them in a variety of shapes as if each one was a model, but they all rushed towards the enemy with their unhesitating coldness - some of them were even more terrifying and terrifying than Zeuxker in the memories of this body.

While powerful giants capable of confronting the gods were struck down, swaths of mechanical golems were torn apart, and other kinds of victims, such as dragons, were even more slaughtered.

A faint fluctuation swept through Forty-Seven, sparking a little spark in his mind. Forty-seven hundredfold strong spiritual messages were immediately fed back and transmitted to the dark and cold depths.

More. At least dozens of larger pieces of wreckage, as well as uncountable fragments, were buried in Zeukskel's body. He was not alone, these kind, like him, had fought in an even more ancient era before the birth of history, and had fallen asleep forever with the enemy.

One of the mechanical wreckage that Forty-Seven sensed was almost as intact as him, much more slender than him, and his graceful posture still maintained a spear-holding charge. Presumably through some kind of sharing of information between them, Forty-Seven knew that it was Kairo who led her to the place where Zeuxkel was imprisoned, and she helped Kairo open the entrance, in order to fulfill the long-lost order - to destroy the enemy completely and completely.

The blue starlight in her eyes had gone out, unresponsive to Forty-Seven's scan. Forty-seven continued to search aimlessly one by one, and the rest were more completely finished, half a leg, an arm attached to a shoulder, a mutilated head...... Looking at this fragmented appearance, it's strange if it's not over. He didn't know how long he could stay in this state before he fell into a silence like theirs. Here, there, in the culture room, in the snow and ice, there is no difference.

It was just that all of a sudden, Forty-Seven thought of Megatron, who was chasing the lost cube and traveling thousands of light-years to Earth only to be caught in the Arctic glacier, what was his feeling?

The thought struck Forty-Seven like thunder. He had pursued Morriel almost as obsessively. It was not his command, not in any body. It was his own will, his fiery will, his fiery energy -- flowing within him. He had used it for the first time in the Temple of Mists in the swamp, and Morriel had helped him activate this energy that was scorching stronger than the sun.

Forty-Seven still doesn't know what it is—the Blood Axe calls it the Scroll of the God of Forging, and the smoke-emitting fool calls it the Blood of Phaedon. Whatever it's called, now Forty-Seven uses it as a tinder. This time he actively and independently activated it, using it to ignite the frozen magical energy in his body, mixing the two like two-color ice cream.

All the pieces of wreckage were trembling, attracted to Forty-Seven, as if he were an irresistible black hole. But "Kelly" is an exception, she is complete enough and independent enough for him, and Forty-Seven has no interest in merging with a "woman".

In fact, he also knew that there was no point in discussing the gender of the Magic Colossus, and that lawnmowers never discriminated between male and female. But he was forty-seven, and he would have entertained himself a long time ago in his leisure time at war - he was different.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north for the forty-seventh round of the frozen throne (below) address is.