87_87643 A humanoid storm of lightning swirled and approached Moriel and Dagulas—ashes, debris, and debris mixed together, splashing across their magical protections, ready to break through.

"It won't last long, what should I do?" Dagulas's magical shield emitted scorching heat and a faint dark red glow, and anything that touched or entered the shield would quickly melt away, and it seemed that she was paid quite well for someone's allegiance.

"I thought you had already figured out a countermeasure when you attacked. Morriel's answer was a little cold.

"Hey, don't be so unkind, we're in the same boat now!Where's your boyfriend?" Dagulas looked around a little annoyed: "We helped him so much, why can't he even disappear now, shouldn't he be afraid of running away!"

"One, he's not my boyfriend, two, don't expect him to have any thanksgiving ideas, and third, I'll be glad he knew to run away......" Whether Moriel had a fourth point to explain, they were now really thinking about running away or fighting, because the stormy Yatu was steadily coming towards them, or rather, the tornado-like thunderstorm was about to envelop them.

Dagulas glanced at Moriel, didn't reply, and began to cast a spell - two tall ghost warriors condensed from the scorched earth dust, blocking the two of them, and wisps of dark red fire also exuded from the translucent skeletons, which were obviously much more powerful than the undead creatures evoked by ordinary "manipulating necromancy".

But this is only better than nothing in the face of Yatu's storm incarnation.

Thunder and lightning burst out of Yatu's body, first jumping repeatedly on the ghost warrior to vent his power, and then being blocked by Moriel's "Rainbow Light Wall" - the storm named Yatu roared, trying to cross this obstacle that was just a slightly higher threshold for him, and after being stubbornly rejected by the wall, it let out a thunderous roar, and different forms of thunder and lightning staggered against the rainbow light wall. Let the rainbow-like seven-colored brilliance die quickly one after another.

"How long do you think he'll last?" Dagulas didn't summon the Ghost Warrior to attack in vain, taking advantage of the fact that she was already straddling a black nightmare with four hooves and a smoky mouth and nose spitting fire.

"Enough to hold on until he tears us apart!" Moriel was laughed at Dagulas's anger: "Miss, you're ready to run?"

Dagulas didn't mean to be embarrassed at all: "It's also a long-term plan - we might as well get out of here first!"

Leave?Morriel looked up at Yatu, who had broken through the rainbow wall, and he was brewing a huge thunder grid ready to attack...... With no chance of victory, Morriel's "Foresight" reveals to her countless fragments of instants, all about the future in a moment's time, but there are only a handful of options that might allow her to escape the web of lightning that is about to descend on her, and none of them can fight back to Yatu.

The only way to get out of here is to get out of here. Have you left Argus...... Morriel took a step back, and lightning flashed past her, and by chance, none of them fell on her.

Yatu's eyes were like torches, and his hair had turned into thunder and lightning that went straight to the sky like a branch, staring at the ant-like Moriel below.

"The red-robed girl! It's really overwhelming!" he roared, "I was very optimistic about you! If you serve Argus with peace of mind, we will not only help you completely get rid of the threat of the Red Robe Mage Society, but even consider absorbing you into the Supreme Council in the near future! But you stupidly gave up this qiē! What made you dare to fight against Argus? But it doesn't matter. You're going to die in the thunderstorm of my Yatu soon!

Yatu lowered the thunder curtain to block Dagulas's way: "Where did the filthy purgatory power in your body come from? Choosing to hide instead of confessing is your biggest mistake! You hid well enough that even the seven Supreme Mages were hidden! But it doesn't matter, I think your teacher Aretha must be very interested in this!"

"We all have a stern teacher—don't we?" Dagulas reluctantly lifted her glasses, turned her horse around, and stood side by side with Moriel, "Can you predict how sure you can be of teleportation in front of Yatu?"

Before Morriel could taunt her, Yatu's chest erupted with fierce flashes - that wasn't what Yatu had intended.

Something flew out of Yatu's chest, tearing through his stormy body, even piercing through the blackened thunderclouds and soaring into the sky, leaving a void of faint starlight.

What is that?

Yatu's massive body shook, as if from pain. Lightning trailed away. But nothing hit except for bursts of thunder.

"Tin Boy, I really underestimate you!" Yatu shouted into the sky, as a roar that was different from thunder fell from the sky, getting louder and louder.

Morrill had never seen anything like it. It has black blade-like wings, with a large grotesque hook perpendicular to it, and a trident-shaped front that is angular and inlaid with each other, covered in arthropod-like armor. In the middle, a huge slender and straight spear spike protruded, and the entire second half was full of blazing tail flames, falling from the sky like a falling star.

"There are so many surprises!

The strange-shaped monster that looked like a bird but not a bird flew down, and reverted and reorganized—and when it fell to the ground, it turned into a menacing iron sheet forty-seven.

Is it much bigger...... This bastard. Morriel swept away the heat wave and the smoke of gunpowder, and looked at his back—now Moriel was only as big as his waist

Forty-seven Zheng Zheng moved his fingers a few times, turned his wrist, and quickly found their location with a large number of fragments of the construction tower absorbed into his body, and hundreds of joints on his body were making new constructions at the same time.

"Maybe it's time for me to change my name, Megatron? That's a problem!" he raised his red-glowing eyes to look at Yatu - it felt so good!

Morrill threw the staff on his head from behind and woke Forty-Seven from his sweet dream: "Be careful! Attu is not easy to deal with!

"Hmph!" Forty-Seven turned his head to look at Moriel, and his gaze swept over Dagulas, who was smiling like a harmless little sister next door, but he sensed that something was wrong - the thunder and lightning that Yatu had raised had helped Dagulas once, and if Forty-Seven sniffed out the smell of the Flame Monarch on her, she would be a strong enemy. He had to eat her raw first.

Forty-Seven's back erupted with long bursts of fire and steam, allowing Morriel to dodge in a hurry and pushing him towards Yatu, who once again made the transition from humanoid to xenojet in a fraction of the time. Before Yatu could react, he tore through his stormy body again - piercing him through the cold.

"You boy who doesn't know how to live or die—"

The storm rolled and healed the damage on Yatu's body, followed by a dense rain of lightning and thunder. One after another, thunderbolts fell from the sky, slashing through the position that had flown in an instant forty-seven years earlier, leaving huge circular craters on the ground.

Forty-seven, on the other hand, circled around Yatu, and the power of the jet engine made him as fast as a thunderbolt. The ferocious piercing blows continued to evaporate Yatu's power, causing the storm to show some signs of disorder.

"Hold on! Atlas can't stay in this storm forever!" shouted Morriel, not knowing if Forty-Seven could hear it.

Two bolts of lightning fell at the same time, and Forty-Seven nimbly turned sideways through the gap between the pillars, like a knight with a spear or a warship with ramming horns heading straight for Yatu, this time aiming at the head of the Storm Giant.

A small storm formed between him and Yatu in an instant, and then transformed into a clenched fist—

"Look for death!" Storm Fist slammed into the jet fighter head-on, sending a huge flash of light and explosion between the two. Forty-seven was shaken off course and fell to the ground with smoke as if it had been hit by a missile.

"Hell!" Morriel pulled Dagulas off the nightmare, "If you're not going to do something, lend me this!"

The Nightmare slashed its smoking hooves, unwilling to submit to the manipulation of the person who did not summon it, Morriel didn't talk nonsense, and pulled out his petrified sword against the back of the Nightmare's burning neck, immediately extinguishing its mane-like flames a lot, and at the same time making Nightmare understand that if he didn't want to be severely damaged in the main material world, it was better to be obedient.

The nightmare sped in the direction of Forty-Seven's fall. Dagulas wanted to do it again and again, and the two of them didn't seem to be very friendly to her.

The storm incarnated by Yatu is now noticeably smaller, and there are some signs of dissipation on the edges. He could barely deliver a blow - he cracked open his terrible mouth, and another thunder fist quickly condensed, like a small sun: "I'm going to beat you to pieces!"

Forty-seven lifted the tree on his body and stood up from the end of the long ditch he had caused.

Argus's old bastard was really extraordinary! he was smoking. The blow just now broke at least half of the parts in his body, and now the fire is burning at an accelerated pace, driving the body structure to change to compensate, so as not to fall into the dilemma of being unable to move, and now it seems that if it weren't for the energy of the construction tower to resonate with himself, the previous thunderstorm attack would be enough to make himself drink a pot.

Forty-seven looked up at the condensed Storm Fist above his head, the Convergence Cannon could no longer be used, although the power to drive his body's movements seemed to be inexhaustible so far. But that energy level attack once a day is already the limit, and since that's the case, then fight again - see who falls first!

What a fool! When Morriel arrived on horseback, he saw forty-seven ready to fly.

She didn't slow down in the slightest, she raised her sword and pointed at Forty-Seven, this spell was originally intended to deal with Yatu or Dagulas as a last resort, maybe it would buy some time, but now it seems that it might be the right choice to lock up this reckless bastard and calm down for a while-

The space around the forty-seven body twisted and folded in an instant. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Moriel's figure speeding over, what are you here to join in! I'm afraid I can't even carry it now!

The world is spinning. The downed Thunder Fist and Moriel were gone, and what appeared in front of Forty-Seven's eyes was a long, enclosed corridor. And if you zoom out all the way away, you can see that the place where Forty-Seven is located is a plane labyrinth that seems to be boundless and extremely complex.

The storm dissipated.

A bolt of lightning struck Moriel, who was huddled on the edge of the charred pit, turning into a panting, bloodshot Yatu, who seemed to have consumed almost all of his energy from the battle with Forty-Seven.

"Still alive?" Attu glared and walked over and kicked Moriel, "Hmm." Alive. ”

"But I'm dying—" He picked up Moriel's petrified sword that he had thrown aside, and although the Thunder Fist's range didn't directly envelop Moriel, her riding with the sword on the edge of the Thunder Fist was no different from suicide, just because of the protective lightning or just luck, Moriel didn't end up in ashes like a nightmare.

Morriel was Jah

Lying on his side to lying on his back, his eyes have lost focus and he has fallen into a coma

"It's a shame. But since I once rescued you from that red-robed Isabella, it is only natural that I kill you now......" Yatu held his sword in both hands and aimed it at Moriel's neck: "Doing good deeds is really not what Lao Tzu is good at!"

The sword stabbed down - just a gesture. A cold bolt of negative energy struck Yatu's back. Bringing a biting coldness and a feeling of nausea all over his body. Yatu shook for a moment, feeling that all the internal organs were twitching because of this energy, and a large number of tissues died, even hitting the heart, as if an invisible hand was squeezing it violently, preventing it from continuing to beat......

But Yatu resisted the blow. His body was as strong and powerful as a barbarian, resisting the destruction in his body, and the nearby Grim Reaper, though he had reached out and touched Yatu's soul, could not grasp it. In the end, he retreated in a tug-of-war with Yatu who gambled his life.

The gloom is gone.

Yatu seemed to have come out of the cold fog and regained his sight. He dropped his sword and turned his head, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, glaring at Dagulas, who had attacked him again.

Dagulas's smile froze.

"You shitty southern bitch, as despicable as your teacher!" Attu's hideous expression and gaze stunned Dagulas, causing the next spell she was preparing to go up in smoke and vanish.

"Think you can take advantage of my illness to kill me?" Yatu threw a fireball at Dagulas like a demon - not just fireballs, fist-sized flying spheres were constantly changing shapes, and in a short distance, it had gone from magma-encased flames to dark green acid balls to chilling ice cubes. When it finally burst out, it turned out to be the aura of fire, acid and ice triple energy diffusion, and this moment alone made Dagulas Wolf bèi.

"What's the matter, let me see how much you've learned from Aretha!" Yatu roared, his palms clenched, and from between his hands came bright lightning bolts, and as he pulled his hands apart, a spear formed by lightning had been shaped. Yatu brandished a spear and stabbed at Dagulas, but was blocked by the ghost she summoned, the ghost screamed in the electric fire and went up in smoke, Queen Dagulas retreated, and spit out a cloud of black-red flames from her palm to hit Yatu, but Yatu didn't care about rushing through the flames, although his clothes, hair, and beard had been ignited, he raised the spear of thunder, but he was off target because of the blow from behind. Yatu looked back to find the source of the attack, and found that Morriel, who was lying on the ground, had reluctantly used a magic missile.

"I'll kill you!" Raiden's spear was broken in two by Yatu, and as soon as his left hand was sliced, he pierced the shoulder of Dagulas, who was still trying to pick up the cheap, and pinned her to a severed tree, and raised his right hand, and the spear turned into a meteor-like lightning lightning, and flew towards Moriel, who could not move.

Morriel flew up from the ground and dodged Yatu's fatal blow.

It's not because she's suddenly alive. It was a sudden appearance of an Iron Warrior who unleashed a violent wind.

"*** ghost place!" Forty-seven roared, brandishing his giant sword and slashing: "I don't believe it-"

Huh? He suddenly calmed down. He found that the surroundings were no longer one eerie staircase after another, but a familiar landscape of scorched earth and gunsmoke.

"I'm back forty-seven!" forty-seven thrust his sword into the ground.

Molill, who was rolling aside, was in pain all over her body—but she smiled. The "labyrinth" failed for a shorter time than she expected, and it seemed that the iron head was not completely dead.

"Well, old man, who are you?" Forty-Seven leaped up from the pit and landed in front of Yatu. Apparently he didn't expect an answer, for the greatsword had been cut off as he questioned - the old bastard looked a bit like the bearded Storm Giant!

Yatu didn't speak, and the whole person suddenly turned into a thunderbolt and flew away. The greatsword slashed through the thunderbolt, causing the thunderbolt to let out a suppressed roar.

Forty-seven turned his head around, and found that Moriel could still laugh despite being covered in bruises, so he turned his gaze to Dagulas on the tree: "Woman, who are you?

With the last of his strength, Yatu flew as far as he could, landing under a hill outside the forest and reforming into human form - before stumbling and falling. A big hole was made in his back, and blood gushed like a spring, if it hadn't been for the thunder and lightning, he would have been cut in two by now, and his internal organs were spilled all over the ground.

When I got back to the council - nay, even back to the town of Welker - he was on his knees, blackened and bloodied, his hands digging deep into the dirt, furious at the pain and humiliation.

You must look good!

This was Yatu's last complete thought.

A shiny short knife made a beautiful arc in the night sky and landed on the back of Yatu's thick neck. The blade cut into the flesh and was slightly hindered in the neck bone, but a large number of tiny tints on the blade forged by the Argus construction technique staggered at high speed, sawing off the neck bone, and then swiped downward, slicing all of the artery, tracheal vocal cords, Adam's apple or something, one of the seven supreme mages, causing his head to fall to the ground and rolling away.

The assassin looked at the blood dripping from the blade, then at the bloodless corpse like Yatu's fountain, and finally at Yatu's bloodshot eyes, which were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"What a good knife...... It's worse than my Atlas, though. O'Sullivan curled the corners of his mouth, and Jun Yi came out of the dust