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With bursts of deafening thunder, the thunder and lightning gradually thinned out.

Yatu gasped and stared at the results of the lightning storm just now. From time to time, there was still a silver-white chain between heaven and earth, and the air was so clean that even the dust could not be seen, and Yatu was confident that nothing could survive a thunderstorm of this intensity, not even if he was cast of gold and iron—Yatu had always believed that any energy of any nature of sufficient magnitude could break the so-called protection and immunity.

His views were soon strongly validated.

Morriel was still the first to feel the trail of Forty-Seven, but this time she only had time to look up - Forty-Seven swooped down, and once again slammed into the defensive wall of the tower like a cannonball, and the whole tower shook, and the invisible force field shield was so shocked by this blow that a large crack appeared visible to the naked eye, and the people standing inside the tower looked up, and the sight seemed as if the sky had been shattered.

How can you still be so alive?

Forty-seven's current consciousness can actually be said to be a little vague and disordered, as a steel creation, in the lightning storm, he can say that he doesn't know how many hits, when countless thunderbolts fell on him, for a while he lost his sense of direction and distance, between that piece of silver-white, forty-seven couldn't even tell whether he was flying or falling, the light curtain-like current shrouded through his body, flowing everywhere unimpeded on the surface and inside of the steel, the high temperature and scorching heat brought by the thunder and lightning could not hurt Forty-seven, but Forty-seven clearly felt a trembling feelingThis continuous, high-frequency, but not enormous tremor made Forty-Seven feel that all his inner strength had been shaken out of his body, as if the tiny connections that maintained his actions throughout his body had been broken, and for the first time he experienced the feeling of so-called "paralysis".

But that didn't stop him from putting into practice the idea of breaking the damn lightning rod.

It's not enough. Yatu's gaze narrowed.

Forty-seven put their hands and feet on the shield and flew up. Just as he was trying to smash this Rausch completely, a huge thunderball that appeared out of thin air trapped him. In the construction tower, with Yatu's more high-pitched and rapid chanting, a stronger attack was ready to be launched, and the situation of ten thousand thunders just now, the lightning flashed repeatedly between the spires around the construction tower, and finally began to connect into a thunder net, and all the power was converging towards one of the spires, and soon a sun-like dazzling ball lightning was formed, and the silver-white sphere rolled with invisible but constantly crackling energy, and a huge thunder net and similar energy points on the ground also appeared in the sky, three points and one line-- The one in the middle is naturally Forty-Seven trapped in a thunder cage.

It seems that this blow is bound to wipe out the catastrophe of forty-seven splits.

The corners of Moriel's mouth twitched. Since leaving Rain City, she had never shown her feelings so clearly on her face as she did today - even with her eyes closed, she could feel the unprecedented thunder and lightning energy gathered by Yatu, and with the assistance of Argus's construction technology, it was as if the entire magic web had turned into a weave of lightning, and she didn't think that Forty-Seven would block the next blow...... It's too late to use the mysterious spell obtained from the dwarven berserker's blood axe to activate the scroll energy in Forty-Seven's body, and I'm afraid that it will be detected by Yatu before it works, so the only way now is to attack Yatu directly while he is focused on casting spells, but maybe this is just to delay his attack, but it can't finally save Forty-Seven, not to mention that once he makes a move, then all of them will be exposed.

Morriel's hesitation was only a moment, and a moment was enough for a lot to happen.

The first to act were the dozen or so demonic elves on the ground, and it seemed that they instinctively sensed the crisis of Forty-Seven. Filgas is the fastest, but she is also the furthest from Tallinn because of her battle with O'Sullivan. The demonized elves did not make any sound, as if a silent ghost pounced on the forest of sharp pillars raging with thunder and lightning on the ground, and the arrows shot at the sharp pillars at their fleeting figures, even if they hit the target, it was probably useless, not to mention that once the arrows were submerged in the thunder net, they would instantly scorch and evaporate in mid-air, but this could not prevent the demonized elves from being silent but never hesitating, and in an instant, several of the demonized elf moths closest to the thunder net rushed into the death zone like a fire, raising the black scimitar in their hands and slashing at those sharp pillars, although the target of the thunder net was not them, but obviously they didn't mind a few more dead souls who were sent to death, so the lightning jumped on the demonized elves like maggots attached to the bones, and at once scorched their flesh and skin until they turned them into charcoal.

Even so, the other demonic elves did not stop their swiftness, rushing into the lightning net, and even if they were soon scattered by the endless thunderbolt bombardment, they had to cut as many metal spikes as they could - even if it was pointless.

Two ball lightning bolts that were not huge but were obviously full of ruining energy had been conceived, and the discharge and collision between them were also a matter of moments.

And Forty-Seven, who was locked in the thunder prison, couldn't move for a while, but it was not to the point of being unconscious. The pervasive lightning bolts locked on him, making it impossible for him to approach the construction tower, let alone stop the demonic elves who were not capable of doing anything, and the side effect of Forty-Seven's furious madness was that the Convergence Cannon, which he had not been able to fiddle with before, actually activated- The arms were closed, the armor was opened, and the stretched parts were constantly reassembled and put together, and the sound seemed to be similar to that of a bullet being loaded in the staggered movement, and the long barrel stretched out, pointing directly at the construction tower, and the electric light rushed up and down the forty-seven body like a snake, but the black muzzle was cold and steady, and a trace of light could not be seen.

Yatu couldn't see the changes in Forty-Seven in the thunderball, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. With his left hand on top and his right hand on bottom, palms facing each other, as far apart as possible between his hands - Yatu was absolutely confident that anything would disappear with his thunderous blow.

I can't wait any longer!The five fingers of Moriel's right hand hanging down by his side emitted magical light at the same time, and the fastest and least noticeable to Yatu was the magic missile that Moriel was best at except for prophecy spells, even if it attracted his momentary attention, it was good.

The demonic elves had already thrown themselves into a suicidal attack on the thunder spire on the ground, and all of them were only a matter of the next moment.

The red light in the eyes of the forty-seven was sheng, and the thunder and lightning around him were actually controlled by something from the chaotic and disorderly state, and all of them flowed towards the muzzle of the convergence cannon.

Yatu high-fived violently, and the two thunderballs in the sky and on the ground broke away from the clouds and the ground, and as Yatu's palms quickly struck each other, they quickly approached each other, and the target was to trap the forty-seven thunder prison.

Dagulas pushed her glasses. A black-red flame with a strong purgatory aura suddenly erupted from her delicate body, and it swept towards Yatu quickly and mercilessly.

This qiē happened almost simultaneously.

Morriel was swept away by the scorching wave of air, and the magic missile in his hand vanished, the flames engulfed Yatu, causing him to erupt into an angry roar, the intersection of the two thunderballs was a little incorrect, and because of this error, they did not collide perfectly at the same time, but met directly, and the Convergence Cannon spewed out a ray of light that would blind any creature that dared to look directly at him, and hit the Construct Tower.

The sky is falling apart. The converging lightning burst into a supernova explosion, and even the people of Villek saw the flash of light that seemed to illuminate the whole world.

Joelis emerged from under Pagu's completely charred charcoal-stricken body, she had been saved twice by the Tree Man today, and she was still in no mood to mourn, and the sight in front of her made her feel a strong sense of unreality, even her own existence.

The land shrouded in the minefield has become a complete scorched earth, although the construction tower of Argus is still standing in the center of the land, but the main body of the top has been billowing smoke, the fragments cannot help falling off, the first shot of the forty-seven not only broke through the protective shield, but also completely penetrated the entire construction tower, the clouds in the sky are still the same, but there is no more raging thunder and lightning in it, and the large group of sharp pillars has also lost its light, dim like charred dead wood, one by one staggering and branching, and there are less than ten demonized elves who rushed in before can still see some signs of life, struggling faintly to get up - it seems that their bodies have kept them up until the nets have failed, survivors who have once again experienced the survival of the fittest.

Joelis looked around in a bit of a daze, as none of the Argus soldiers and constructed warriors he had fought before survived as they got closer to the minefield, and his own compatriots were slowly emerging from behind the charred trees.

"Let's get those black elves back first!" Joelis ran out first, followed by a dozen surviving Night Elves.

Morriel stood in the collapsed control room, surrounded by cold steel walls, she didn't see Yatu, some of the other high-level mages were still trying to stabilize the tower, most of them had already begun to prepare spells against Dagulas, who was smiling as always, they saw her attack on Yatu, and no matter how moody this woman usually was, she would never be crazy enough to raid Lord Yatu at such a time, so since she did, she was undoubtedly already an enemy of the Empire-

"Interesting. Dagulas raised his hand and pointed at a white-robed mage who had just prepared a chain of lightning, and the burst of negative energy immediately penetrated his body, dispersing all of his life force.

"Don't you come to help, don't try to stay out of the way, I'll tell you if you don't help!" Dagulas stomped her foot slightly, and black fire erupted from under the feet of the other two mages like a column of water in a fountain pool, enveloping them in screams and flames.

"What are you hesitating about, dear? We have one chance of defeating Yatu, or do you want to help him deal with me? What about your iron boyfriend?" Dagulas cast another dissociation technique, and the fourth fool who had just recovered from the incorrigible control platform turned into a pile of dust before he could figure out what was going on, and it seemed that he did his best to kill four high-level mages in succession, and the last mage wisely did not participate in the attack, but rushed out of the control room and fled without looking back after a few protective spells.

"Over there. Morrill held out his hand.

"You're so annoying!" Dagulas spewed a pillar of black-red fire from her palm, burrowing into the wall from the direction Morrill had pointed out - and then they heard a faint scream.

Morriel and Dagulas looked at each other briefly.

This time it wouldn't be wrong, Dagulas had already made contact with the powerful creature in Purgatory, and her return was not just as simple as being lucky to survive, and it was not difficult to guess that the purpose of her sneak attack on Yatu at a critical moment was related to Forty-Seven.

Although Dagulas's sneak attack on Yatu is obviously afraid that Yatu will completely destroy Forty-Seven, and it can be said that she is an ally of the same front for the time being, but in any case, Dagulas is not synonymous with trust, and it is still difficult to guess how things will develop later.

"Even if we join forces, we won't be Yatu's opponents, you won't be unaware of this!" Morriel felt a growing sense of instability under his feet, pretending that he was already on the verge of collapse, "Or do you have more confidence in the new power you have gained from purgatory?"

"Oh, that's what people are capable of just now-" Dagulas was still coquettish.

"Ungrateful dog!"

The thunderous roar caused both of them to change color.

"Let's go!" Morriel grabbed Dagulas's hand for the first time in his life, and the light of the teleportation spell flickered.

The charred ground was almost too hot to stand, but Moriel and Dagulas, who had escaped, ignored this, and looked up at the collapse of the tower.

It's windy again.

The fragments of the tower flew all over the sky, the clouds in the sky were torn off, the air was circulating rapidly, and the faint sound of thunder echoed around again.

The rapidly generated storm rolled up a cloud of debris that made people unable to open their eyes, and gradually formed a human form that stood tall in the sky - the churning thunderclouds formed his unkempt hair, the fragments of the tower wrapped in his huge body collided with each other like fireworks, and the giant opened his mouth, his mouth and eyes were full of lightning that was extremely bright: "Enlightenment, completely extinguish in my Yatu stormy body!"

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fourth chapter of the nineteenth round of the empire's setting day, and the thunder nine days (below) address is.