87_87643 "Shirek is really a madman......"

By the time Jane, Milia, and Fiona arrived at Skull Harbor, it was already in chaos.

Zhen clearly "saw" a few burning black figures fighting with someone not far ahead, and some were quickly moving away - each figure was filled with a surging divine power of tyranny and chaos, and in her perception it was as bright as black suns.

"How recklessly bestow divine power and casually elevate a believer to the elect?"

Fiona was also shocked by what she saw. Even as the proud sons of heaven as the daughters of their gods, the incarnation of the goddess of dawn who recently descended in the Temple of Splendor only introduced them to the Holy Light, conveying to the three of them the will of the Lord of Splendor - to find the girl possessed by the Lady of the Mist, Kairo, and stop the resurgence of the goddess of lies.

But now, it seems that Dark Sun is giving away its own divine power seeds at a big discount!

What does he want to do?

In the raging battle, at least three black energy arrows hit forty-seven at the same time.

The spell rays imbued with the power of Shirek not only caused a violent explosion, but also ignited a raging fire - the fire was not really blazing, and the light of the flames was dim as if it were just wisps of steam, but it corroded the sticky qiē at an extremely rapid speed, and the flames of death seemed to consciously avoid the Shirek cultists in the field, not even touching the corners of their clothes.

"Praise my Lord!" said one of the congregants who had seen the effect of his attack. His confidence was incomparably stronger than that - enough power to keep him in Deep Stream, no. The entire continent can run rampant!

The torrential rain that tore through the burning mist slammed into the divine shields around him, and each pinprick that hit the shield and exploded was actually a miniature rocket dragging a tail flame.

Not only him, but all the Shirek cultists who were responsible for staying behind to stop the enemy were teetering in this rain of ruin.

The Shirek Sect's ground defense, which had received the main artillery fire, finally collapsed after absorbing the blow beyond the limit, and the next moment it was pierced through by a powerful missile like a powerful arrow, and it slammed backwards under the force of the impact, and then expanded, exploded, and melted - once again reminding others that Ciric's "gift" was not omnipotent.

Thankfully, the attacks aren't endless. The terrifying black shadow that stood in the ruins wielded a large, ruggedly styled weapon that looked like some variant of a repeating ballista made by Confucians who were obsessed with alchemy, with a long, red-hot spout at the tip of the barrel facing the remaining Hirek. It was like a third eye that radiated the red fire of the abyss.

"Running out of bullets so soon?" Forty-Seven looked at the shoulder-mounted or hand-held machine gun or rapid-fire cannon in his hand, and was not particularly satisfied with this murder weapon based on the magic gun "Atlas" of O'Sullivan - you know, he had already made up his mind to use this to teach him a good lesson, and it had been a long time since he dared to rob his little white-faced earl!

A furious roar shook the entire Skull Harbor.

Surrounded by black fire, Reverend Shirek raised his hands and shouted loudly—his voice echoed with a thunderous roar that rippled uneasily even in the intersecting waters of the tributaries beneath Skull Harbor.

The darkness in the cavern grew thicker, and the roaring concussions rushed into the minds of everyone in the skull harbor, and old Inke, who had already moved to his dwelling, took three steps and two steps with his cane to peek in front of the window with only one slit, and then suddenly took two steps back. The small yellow eyes under the towering gray eyebrow bone shone fiercely: "Crazy!

He circled the room twice, ignoring the fact that the rock walls of the shelter were more than a dozen feet thick: "I need to get out of here! Damn, what did the 'fangs' bring me! He ran fast, and he slipped away when he brought people in!"

"Damn, Baror's Flame Demon!" Fiona gripped her greatsword and stared angrily at the filthy monster that stepped out of a distorted and dark void with a faint red glow—Baror's Flame Demon shook its sturdy body twice, spreading its huge, smoke-encased wings, and in the process, the tiny flames flew out like dark red scales that had been molted from its body, enveloping the terrifying flame sword wielding it in nightmarish black smoke and fire.

"Mortals, why are you calling me, do you have an offering sufficient to appease the wrath of an Abyssal Flame Demon?"

Barlow roared. The sound seemed to come from the abyss, and it sounded like the creaking of burnt coals crushing each other. It swung its greatsword violently, its greatsword elongated and bent as if it had no form. Whips of flame with at least five heads whipped against the rock wall, sending out a series of loud explosions.

Even the priests of Shirek, who had summoned it to the main material realm, involuntarily retreated, instinctively fearful of this most terrible and evil type of demon in the bottomless abyss, but also because they had to dodge the hot flames that were gradually spreading around it.

"I make a pact with you in the name of the Eternal Dark Sun!" Priest Shirek, who was protected by the power of intense darkness, apparently had the capital to argue with the Lords of the Abyss: "Lord of the Abyss! destroy my lord's enemies, and you will be paid a fair amount—"

The Barlow Flame Demon suddenly turned his head and stared in the direction of the three holy warriors. The light of order and goodness from there was like a thorn in its eye to it - no matter what the contract or the reward was. Tormenting, trampling, and ravaging those souls who believe in justice and advocate justice and mercy is the greatest joy!

Barlow's Flame Demon suddenly spread his wings. The smoke and flames exploded like festive flowers, and the next moment its ugly, terrifying mass body appeared in front of Milia and them. When I saw that it was actually three girls with clear eyebrows. Barlo Flame Demon was so excited that the flames around him were roaring, such a sweet plaything, it actually carried the aura of the favor of the good gods-

"What a good supper!" it laughed, and the hot wind of sulfur spewed out from between its filthy, yellowed teeth, "it will make me eat slowly for a long time!"

Forty-seven was disappointed. He raised the strange gun in his hand and aimed it at the back of the Baror's Flame Demon Land, and when he pulled the trigger, it only made a spinning crash of metal and a roar of steam.

It looks like it's either really out of bullets. Either the cooldown hasn't passed.

The Cherrics seemed to have made up their minds to fight to the death, and in their high-pitched shouts, the divine power once again distorted the boundaries of space, and another flaming shadow of terror began to emerge.

"Comrade-in-arms, dear brothers...... "If it weren't for the guns mounted on the right arm of the forty-seven, a new round of fire was beginning

If there is no meaning to be retracted, this kind of line may be a little.

"Don't waste time with these people!" Moriel floated in the air, protecting himself under the shield of magic of various natures: "Let's go after O'Sullivan! This is the main material realm, and the godlike knights of the Morning Light Knights will not even be able to cope with the two Ballow Flame Demons who are not in a perfect state!"

O'Sullivan had once again continued the tradition of running when he saw Morrill and Forty-Seven, but this time he didn't have a magic crystal to throw them into the depths of the ocean - and Morriel didn't let him disappear from his psychic image.

"O'Sullivan. Forty-seven thought for a moment: "You're right. I'm tired of this little white face who never dies. ”

The Barorn Demon roared and strode forward. A sword slashed at the Holy Light shield of the Holy Warrior Jane. The white flames of light reacted violently with the abyssal fires—order and chaos, good and evil, and they annihilated each other on impact, returning to their original primordial energy.

"Milia, you go and follow the red-robed mage!" "Jane fended off the fire demon's flaming sword, and together with Fiona, she raised her hand and shot a dazzling holy light, causing Barlow to raise her huge claws to hide her face and retreat, and at the same time burst into a thunderous roar - she stood with her sword raised, and the brilliant silver flames spread around her. Finally, it gradually splits into two paths between the ascensions. One followed her steps to draw an intricate and strange circle on the ground, and the other rose to her back, conjuring a pair of white wings of light. The Barlow Flame Demon slammed his whip, and the flame whip blade dozens of feet long swept through, like a thunderbolt in mid-air, but it couldn't drag Jane out of the range of the Holy Light Circle. So the two fire demons both flew into the air, ready to use their innate earth-type spell abilities to gain an advantage.

"Yes, Sister Milia, go and complete the edict of the Lord of Splendour! Here is me and Sister Jane!" Fiona swung her greatsword into a curtain of white light. Blocked the flames that rained down from the two Baroryan Demons: "There is no room for you evil creatures under the glorious sun, go back to the abyss!"

Miriah hesitated, then ran in the direction Forty-Seven and Morriel had left.

A Sirik, who had applied a series of spells such as "Holy Power", "Transformation Magic", and "Blade Barrier", was like a black thunderbolt piercing the gloomy air between the caves and rushing towards the red-robed female mage. It was then submerged in a violent explosion caused by a burst of fireballs cast by the Sequencing Technique.

Moriel's spell scorched the sea, and even the icy waters beneath his feet began to boil.

"If your god really wants to bless you, he should issue you with fireproof, bulletproof, and radiation-proof power armor!" Forty-Seven lifted the creature out of the raging heat, and the burnt wreckage of the Shirekists was worn like a frog on a bayonet, or simply wrapped around the barrel of a cannon on Forty-Seven's right arm.

And with the reconstruction and grinding of the toothed shaft parts that make up the giant spear. This huge weapon of fear also has a meat grinder-like effect. In the cold roar of machinery, charred flesh continued to fill the gaps in the barrel of the gun—and Forty-Seven picked it up as if he had found something: "Interesting." ”

"You can't escape, O'Sullivan!" Morriel landed beside Forty-Seven. She raised her hand, surging spell energy flowing between her fingers: "Or are you going to continue this senseless resistance?"

The shadows in the depths of the cavern throbbed for a moment, as if a layer of the darkest essence had suddenly been removed.

Two figures slowly walked out - the person in front was O'Sullivan.

"Should I admire your courage, or should I admire your stupidity?" the black horn behind him hissed and sneered, as he put his fingers with black nails between his bright red lips, "A mere mortal, how dare you try to fight against the Eternal Dark Sun and meddle in the war between the gods?"

His eyes were now similar to O'Sullivan's, a blur between the abyss and the nebula. The black ground is intimidating. If this is any sign of this, then it seems that the two of them have benefited the most from the ritual of receiving Ciric's divine powers. However, in the face of the heavily armored forty-seven who has entered the battle state and exudes a ruined atmosphere everywhere on his body, it is really a bit of a bluff out of cowardice to bring out the god of murder at this time.

"It's not fair. To the surprise of others, O'Sullivan chose such an opening sentence: "You are fully armed and indestructible, more powerful than an entire army equipped with the latest weapons of Argus." And I'm just an exiled aristocrat who has lost a qiē...... Wait, I can feel that your big gun is also based on my 'Atlas', right?"

"Don't be sentimental. I call it 'Sera Jiong'. The world is inherently unfair, and you have to learn to adapt. Forty-seven pulled the bolt of the gun, and the sonorous metal impact made Hei Jiao tremble unconsciously, as if he heard the grim reaper's sneer: "The nobles still have the right to the first night!"

"Miss Morriel, I have to say...... We are very close. O'Sullivan stopped talking to Forty-Seven about whether all human beings are created equal, and looked at Morrill with a pair of completely black eyes: "But I thought the misunderstanding between us had been resolved...... Why are you so aggressive?"

Morriel didn't know what she looked like in the eyes of O'Sullivan at this moment, because the female mage could even glimpse a glimpse of a landscape that did not belong to this world in O'Sullivan's eyes at this moment: chaos, killing. Desolation, never-ending, with the shrill cry of all the sorrow and madness of the world—that is the dark kingdom of Ciric.

"Tell me where Kyro. Morrill carefully covered himself with his forty-seven body, and no elect who has been endowed with divine powers should not be taken lightly: "I said that I had no intention of interfering in the battle between the Eternal Dark Sun and the Lady of the Mist. I just want to make sure that my friend Kylo won't get hurt because of this...... Now that you're Ciric's darling, how about Count O'Sullivan, let's take a step back? As long as I'm sure you're going to do something that won't hurt her, I'll help you...... As for whether Dark Sun Ciric wants to catch Lady Mist as a bride, I don't care. ”

"Stubborn and ignorant mortals!" Black Horn screamed, "what do you think a mortal can leave behind after serving as a vehicle for the resurrection of the gods? Devour, eternal, utterly ruined!Even if you swim all over the River Styx, you won't find a single piece of her soul!Your foolish choice not only makes you angry with the Eternal Sun, but also from the joy of the misty bitch!"

"Noire Horn!" O'Sullivan tried to stop Noire from sneering, but it was too late.

Morriel's voice was as cold as ice: "Solid."

It's a woman's patent. And the so-called choice...... That's right, every choice we make is nothing more than to reassure ourselves. ”

Then the mage attacked.

The mana-breaking force field released by the "Advanced Dismantling Magic" rushed towards O'Sullivan and Black Horn in a fan shape under the precise control of the archmage's shaping, and did not deliberately avoid Forty-Seven - no matter what the source of energy that kept him alive all day long, it was definitely not something that "Dismantling Magic" could dispel.

Even more threatening than breaking the magic field was the ruin miè that erupted from the muzzle of forty-seven guns. It may even be greater than many attacking magic threats. The flesh that had been filled alive into the chamber of the gun as ammunition turned into a mass of burning blood, and rushed at the enemy with an unquenchable hunger and thirst, tearing their bodies apart, bursting their souls, and melting them into the same mass of blood that was indistinguishable from each other's flesh and bones.

The two Ciric electors who had been forcibly stripped of their divine defenses would never dare to test the power of this plasma cannon with their god-given bodies, just as no matter how powerful a mage is, would not be stupid enough to resist a landslide.

Ciric's divine powers altered their body structure, allowing the two of them to change form as freely as if they were waving their arms. O'Sullivan and Black Horn dissolved into a darker and thicker black fog in the dark cavern, scattering to escape the impending catastrophe.

The explosion caused by the plasma fireball was enough to consternate any onlooker, not even the ethereal fog.

The turbid and chaotic air currents stirred through the huge cavern, forming two whirlwinds that bound the black fog that was dissipating. O'Sullivan and Black Corner appeared at the same time, one left and one right, and they all seemed to be intact.

"Stop your Iron Boy, Morrill," O'Sullivan said with a sword in his hand that seemed to be made purely of shadows, but as if it were not disembodied. Rather, it was a crack in the ground that tore through the space: "His recklessness will ruin him, just like in Rain City back then." ”

Black Horn didn't say anything, but spread his hands forward—and in an instant, his black robe spread outwards infinitely, and the priest himself seemed to have turned into a large hole with a cold wind blowing outward.

The ashes gathered into armored skeletons, and the air gave birth to twisted ghosts. The undead monsters appeared in the cold wind, opening their dim eyes and rushing towards Moriel and Forty-Seven.

"Really, if you can summon old Singh out, I'll consider a change of tactics. Forty-seven raised his gun and sneered.

Before she was forty-seven, the female mage confronted it with a sizzling, billowing fog.

The group of undead summoned by Black Horn was swallowed up by this thick fog. It was easier and less troublesome to return to nothingness without even screaming, which was easier and easier than killing forty-seven one by one.

O'Sullivan flickered and flickered, appeared in seven or eight different locations at the same time, and finally disappeared into nothingness. Morriel's magical talisman was untouched by any illusions and invisibility, and faithfully shifted its position, standing between him and Morrill - the Shadow Sword shaved off all the fingers except the thumb of the clutch, and then O'Sullivan had to take on the forty-seven ground arm cannon spears that erupted. Dragon's breath is like a scorching and boiling flame.

The black mist was flowing again, but this time it was burning in large areas.

The Black Horn roared and vanished, then appeared, swinging a flail that also looked like a mass of shadows and stabbing at Moriel. Forty-seven arm cannons that spanned the afterburners protected the mage in her arms, the chains smashed into the steel spears, and the black horn took no less than twenty magic missiles in the sparks, and flew back like a broken kite.

Forty-seven aimed at him, but his eyes flickered. There was no shooting.

There were dozens of wounds on the Black Horn's body, and blood was spurting out. Although the female mage's magic missile was unusually sharp, almost like a sword bayonet slash, it was nothing. He thought. Divine power was circulating in his body, surging to the place where it was torn apart by Moriel's magic missile to help it heal, just a moment-

A ferocious slash struck from behind, from the shoulders to the waist. Black Horn screamed, and the sheer pain of being almost dismembered made him tremble. Moreover, the raider's slash was indescribably solemn and firm, and the divine power of chaos actually went crazy under this blow, and they fled wildly. It is an incomprehensible fallacy to let the wound of the black corner be opened again, and it seems to be a child hiding from his father's slap.

Milia, who had just arrived, reversed the sword. The ordinary and simple long sword did not have any delicate and gorgeous decorations except for a row of inscriptions engraved on the sword, and even the brilliance of the holy power was as if it were nothing.

This sword has Anton's teachings, Anton's will. Miria's hesitation vanished as she pulled it out, and she didn't even think it was a thing like sneaking up from behind, something she wouldn't have done before.

Beliefs, means, no matter how many doubts there are about this, but you can't do nothing. She raised her sword and prepared to cut off the head of the black horn.

The black mist that came with the wind carried away the black horns and reshaped them in one corner of the cave.

O'Sullivan, who emerged from the fog, still didn't even have his clothes torn, but his face was even paler, and he was panting with the shadow sword, and everyone could see that his intact condition was just an illusion.

"If you don't make trouble, I'll be able to settle this shemale account like Skywalker blew up the star. ”

Forty-seven said to Milia.

Morriel glanced at them, then turned to O'Sullivan and Black Point.

Now she has the absolute upper hand: "Why, still refuse to tell me about the whereabouts of Kairo?"

O'Sullivan smiled bitterly. Although he expected the strength of this pair of evil stars, he didn't expect them to be able to force themselves so badly. The heavy blows of chasing after him again and again gave him no time to catch his breath. You can't escape, you can't fight and you can't fight, do you really want to ......

"The eternal dark sun will give you eternal torment!" "The black horn next to him is still scolding angrily: "Bitch who doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Forty-seven lowered his arm cannon and let it begin to expand and deform: "Kill them, and then find ......a way to do Little Red Riding Hood."

Morriel's gaze narrowed suddenly. She stopped Forty-Seven, as if looking for something, and as if listening to something.

The wind blowing into the cave grew stronger.

The whining wind became louder and louder, and even O'Sullivan and Heijiao changed their faces, and the darkness in their eyes churned uneasily.

A sweet girl's voice went from subtle to clear, swirling and echoing through the cave with the wind, seeping into everyone's eardrums: "Oops...... Sister Moriel, if you want to find me, how can you hope that these fools would actually believe in a madman?"