87_87643Chloe tries to pull Moriel to dodge the falling rubble, but the female mage flashes to the side, rejecting her offer.

A cold wind blows - the magic flame on Moriel's staff flickers a few times, then goes out.

How can there be a wind, and how can the flame of magic be extinguished by a gust of wind?

Before the sudden screams of the sailors subsided, a short and fierce clash of blades erupted in the darkness, as if two armies were engaged in a silent fight.

The aura from the clash of magic and magic exploded in the cavern like fireworks, mixed with the screams of the sailors, and the shadows and voices were strange.

The muffled sound of the flesh being hit continued. In the blink of an eye, a strange figure flew like a fly, and all the people next to him flew out without saying a word, as if they had been hit by a dinosaur - and the terrible figure was indeed less and less human.

By the time Morriel rekindled the Flame of Magic, the Syrics were dead, most of them broken.

"I must admit that you are much better at dealing with this kind of siege than I do. Chloe pulled her sword and said to Forty-Seven, who had grabbed the head of the last enemy and pressed him into the ground.

"My iron shirt doesn't have a valve at all. Forty-seven pulled his bloody fingers from the corpse's skull, pulled out the dagger from his lower abdomen, but it was only sandwiched between the muscle-like steel armor, and said something that Chloe did not understand.

Where did these sudden Hireks come from?

The cold wind poured in from where Forty-Seven had been shattered, and it carried wisps of mist - but it didn't bother the Immortal Flame anymore.

"Go over there. Morriel was the first to walk towards the source of the wind.

Where?

A wall apart. It's like heaven and earth.

There was no other light source other than Moriel's staff, but it was very different from the previous pitch black, as if it had suddenly come from a small dark room outside, although when you looked up, it was gray, but it was already bright and dazzling for Moriel and the others who had just come out.

The mist spread beneath him, reaching his waist so far that he couldn't even see the floor.

Moriel's gaze narrowed.

Orlando was confronting a petite figure wearing a white dress with a red headband. Ten paces away from Ciric's killer, he didn't seem to worry at all that Orlando would cut her slender neck with a single leap.

"Little Red Riding Hood?" The little girl in front of her was the same as the Kairo that Forty-Seven remembered.

As if hearing Forty-Seven's voice, Cairo turned his face to this side, as sweet and well-behaved as ever.

Orlando took the opportunity to pounce. With the blessing of Ciric's divine power, his body was like a black lightning bolt, and his movements were so fast that it seemed as if even the process of the attack had been eliminated, and he directly staggered the black sword and dagger on Kairo's neck......

Morriel raised his hand, and five white bullets of light flew out in an arc. At times like these, powerful spells are no more effective than magic missiles to alleviate the crisis. As long as you can hinder him...... Forty-seven, however, did not rush out immediately, and Chloe was the first to act—the carpet-like mist seemed to have been split by something, and an invisible blade appeared in front of the swordswoman who flew out, pointing directly at Orlando.

The magic missile and Chloe hit Orlando at the same time.

Intense darkness erupted from around the killer, forcing the female swordsman to leap back, but the thin sword in her hand was already stained with blood, and the magic missile disappeared silently, as if swallowed by the darkness.

Something rolled out of the darkness - it was Carro's tiny head. There was even a sweet smile on her pale face. Wherever it rolled, the fog dissipated, and finally stopped in front of Moriel. A pair of eyes that had lost their pupils looked at the female mage blankly.

The second spell shook in Moriel's hand, dissipating into nothingness. Morriel looked at Kairo's head in disbelief, the spell that had been firmly imprinted in his mind had reached his lips but he was shocked by this sudden scene and couldn't spit it out, is this the end?

"Damn!" Chloe swung her sword and the blood on it was swept away, "How dare you...... It's unforgivable!"

The darkness cleared. But Orlando still had a faint black mist around him, making him look like a thick, blurred humanoid shadow, except for a slight redness on his chest. And it was gradually expanding, and he laughed a little maniacally, and his voice was full of evil: "Glory to Ciric, hahaha...... I won, I killed the fog!hahaha......"

Chloe rushed up and blocked Orlando's maniacal laughter with a rain of attacks. As the ghostly figures of the two figures flickered and flickered, the concussive impact of the weapon's breaking through the air and the exchange of blows actually produced a distorted transmission effect on the air around them, which looked trance and extremely unreal. With a sharp "bang", Chloe stepped back again, and only half of the sword in her hand remained. Although she wasn't hurt, she was still a little surprised that Orlando was able to break her own weapon, even though it was just a Sherric sword that Chloe had picked up casually.

Orlando's dagger was gone, only the black sword was still in his hand, and although he repelled Chloe, he looked much better than the female swordsman, the wolf bèi, and there was another wound on the shoulder and leg, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and even the blood stains were getting fainter and lighter

The darkness around him became denser, and it seemed that a lot of black dust was constantly accumulating, and at the border of the black that was getting larger and larger, even those tiny black particles could be seen constantly closing and dissociating: "Suffer death, you humble reptiles who dare to fight against the eternal dark sun, let you see the infinite power of the true god Ciric now!"

While Orlando gathers strength, Morriel begins to prepare powerful spells. Her slender fingers danced in unpredictable trajectories, spells that summoned mystical powers from the void echoed one after another. Dominated by an immensely strong rage, Morriel plunged her mental power into the web to depths she had never touched before, drawing power from the sources of magic that she had not yet mastered, and the raging torrent washed over her mind, roaring at the female mage's daring attempt to control its flow with such a fragile dike, like a rampaging angry bull, where Morriel would rush when he let go of the reins.

"Looks like Little Red Riding Hood has a lot of skills. The cold words made Morriel stop his movements, and steady the brighter and brighter beam of death in his hand.

Forty-seven has been watching the excitement from the sidelines. He didn't even lift his fingers, which was not his style.

Morriel's heart sank, she looked at Forty-Seven beside her, then at Orlando on the other side, and at the dead girl's head on the ground...... That's definitely Kairo, yes, he can't even see any flaws in himself, but there really seems to be something wrong with Forty-Seven's words...... Morriel was a little surprised, could it be that Forty-Seven, who had always spoken with his fists more than with his brain, could see through the illusion that even he, a prophetic mage, was blinded at a glance?

Chloe also heard Forty-Seven's words. She also glanced back at Forty-Seven in some surprise, took two steps back with the broken sword, and did not attack again. I don't know why, at this time, she is empty-handed, and she seems to be sharper than when she attacks with a sword.

Orlando was still there smirking wildly, not in a hurry to attack, as if he had expected that he would be in control, completely forgetting that there was a high-level mage on the other side. A female swordsman with speed and skill above him, a steel monster who eats people and doesn't spit out bones—Forty-Seven thinks that this idiot now thinks a little like the guys in the early days of the nuclear era who thought they were invulnerable when they had an atomic bomb and no one dared to touch the ground.

The black mist surrounding the killer was already as tall as two people, and now Orlando, dressed in black, was completely invisible. Only a pale face hung in the center of the Pillar of Darkness, but perhaps because of this, Orlando did not notice the change in the black that belonged to her, and as the black particles continued to gather and dissipate, a vague young girl's smiling face gradually emerged from the black.

Now even the sailors on one side could see that something was very wrong. There's a tendency to get weirder and weirder—but Orlando doesn't seem to be aware of it: "Despair, cry, wail." Stupid fellows, I will make you pay for daring to disobey the supreme Ciric!"

Forty-seven felt that he had basically lost his mind.

Since no one took the initiative to attack Orlando, he couldn't always put on a show, and he had to release arrows when his bow was full, and it was not only tiring to be ready to attack, but it was also very likely that he would break the bowstring and hurt himself. Orlando's body was violently retracted, and then swelled, trying to swallow everyone directly...... But the thick darkness only stirred up for a moment, and did not erupt. Orlando's extremely arrogant face suddenly became ugly, and it became more and more ugly. Others may not be able to see the attack he has completed in that black mist, but the black energy not only did not spread out as he expected and effectively kill the enemy, but instead wrapped his body tightly like a coffin and remained unmoved, this scene is obvious to all. Just as Orlando was in the midst of some inexplicable anger, a string of silver bells of laughter reached his ears.

Hearing this laughter, Orlando's face looked like a hero who had entered the city in triumph in full view of everyone's enthusiastic cheers suddenly found himself inexplicably without his pants.

"Hey...... It was the same last time...... Why don't you study well?" The girl in the black fog smiled even sweeter, but the voice came from somewhere, as if it had crossed the infinite distance of time and space and directly hit the eardrums of Morrill and the others: "Since that's the case, then I'll take it!"

With a silver-bell-like tailnote, the black mist spun rapidly—even the vast expanse of mist that spread across the ground began to flow around the darkness that enveloped Orlando, as if swallowed by the black hole.

Orlando's screams quickly turned into hysteria.

His pale and emaciated face twisted and twisted in the black mist, stretched and compressed, and it was not hard to imagine the pain it would have been if his body was really being treated like this.

Everyone but forty-seven retreated, and the sight was too shocking, too terrifying.

"It's actually devouring the Sirik divine power in that killer's body......" Chloe stared intently at the wriggling and swirling darkness, as if she saw something in it that no one else could see, "Is it for this? No wonder this trip is a mess......"

Morriel's previously condensed strength did not dissipate. The magic still flowed in the palm of her hand. But it is gradually being transformed. Uncontrollable unstable energy was abandoned, re-lost into nothingness, absorbed by the magic net and returned to its origin, while those that could be used by Morriel calmed down and quietly took shape under the control of the female mage.

Orlando was still dying, but the fog was getting tighter and tighter. And swirl with it

As it turns, the black slowly fades, as if it has precipitated, and gradually fades, leaving a flawless white - occasionally revealing a few wisps of bright red. That's Orlando blood.

"Thank you—" The sweet voice sounded again, this time clearly audible coming from the mist, more condensed and more substantial, "Do you want to consider believing in me?

The sailors looked at each other, and Simon, who claimed to be well-informed, was also dumbfounded. What is this? Is a ring worth 988 silver coins?

"Never mind about Kyro. Morriel stepped forward and stared at the shadow of the girl looming in the mist, "Please spare her, honorable lady of the mist...... Not everyone can withstand the power of God. ”

The mist shook for a moment, and a string of crisp and pleasant laughter erupted from it.

"Kyro?oh—hey, I didn't want to do this...... "But I can't do it now...... Isn't it a great honor to be immortal as a carrier of God? Believe in me, and in this way, won't many things be solved?"

"Thank you, Lady Mist...... "Moriel's magic was finally ready, "but I still like the more complicated methods!"

A glow of pure magic burst out of Moriel's hand, rushing towards the condensed white mist like a paved waterfall. The waterfall of light pierced through the mist at once, just as the dawn of dawn tore through the night, and the female mage cast the light of the earth so that the qiē wrapped in the mist could not be hidden.

The seemingly powerful light was not physically capable of killing, and it swept away the fog except for Orlando's non-existent corpses. There was no sign of Kairo, but a small area of darkness was cut out of it, and the white mist flowed slowly like a nebula in that area. If it weren't for the glow of the magic that flowed out, it wouldn't have been discovered.

Forty-seven reached out and grabbed at the fist-sized mist. His body was pulled by the hands that reached out, as if he had lost his balance and was about to fall out, but his movements were even a little faster than Chloe, who shot at the same time, or simply because he was standing relatively far forward.

The fog ducked as if it were alive. Slipped from under the forty-seven palms but couldn't dodge Chloe's thunderous and lightning-like sword - Chloe used all her strength, and the space in front of the broken sword she held was slightly distorted, extending a transparent blade out of thin air.

The invisible blade pierces through the tiny mist. It felt like a living heart had been punctured. Countless heartbeat-like vibrations pierced the hilt of the sword, and Chloe immediately let go, preventing the waves that shattered the broken sword from reaching her.

The fog rushed upward, and in an instant, it was out of the range of the magic light curtain, quickly blurring, and it was about to disappear.

Forty-seven jumped up and grabbed it.

Blue-white flames erupted in the forty-seven palms, as if they had been ignited by something. His right arm burned and began to tremble violently.

"Let go. Morriel saw forty-seven hands stronger than the hardest metal melting—the seeds of divine power that combined the dual energies of mist and dark sun!

"Let go!" the flames had spread across half of Forty-Seven's body, and Morriel's voice was fierce.

An extremely strong flash of light burst out from Forty-Seven's hands, like a thousand suns bursting out at the same time, and the incomparable brightness blinded everyone's eyes, making them have the illusion that they had been torn apart into countless pieces along with the whole world.

"You stupid!" Moriel scolded angrily after regaining a little of his eyesight, "Are you crazy! That's a divine fire! Grab it with your hands! It will completely destroy you, there is nothing left!"

Forty-Seven raised his hand and looked at Morriel through the hole in his palm that was slowly healing.

"A little bit was missed. ”

The cave began to shake, and the surface of the sea that suddenly appeared under their feet rose at a very fast speed, but they could not see where the source of the sea was, and the sailors immediately recovered from the strange sight they had just experienced, and immediately realized that if they did not escape from this underground cavern, everyone would be buried in this place where the underground is not the bottom of the earth, nor the bottom of the sea.

"What to do! It's too late to go back the way you came!" rohr shouted as he wondered if he would be able to swim through the guò waterway, concluding that it was impossible to find a waterway that was not clogged while avoiding the rockfalls.

Everyone looked at each other and couldn't say a word, and Forty-Seven looked at Moliel, who frowned, obviously not planning to escape the place alone in the dragon-like Forty-Seven.

"It's windy......" Simon, who was standing next to him, suddenly muttered, and immediately put his index finger in his mouth, took it out, and then stood in front of him and spun around: "It's this way!"

"Why should we believe you, after all, you are the fault of us falling to this step!" the second mate shouted, calling out the hearts of most of the sailors.

"As a captain, Simon is outstanding, now everyone has to run for their lives, not the time to worry about that!" Rohr finished looking at Simon and the direction he pointed out, and there was darkness in the extreme eye, and there was no sign of any way out, and the magic flame on Moriel's staff was thrown out in a bunch at the right time, but what he saw was a mottled stone wall.

"Hey......" Rohr, who had just come to support Simon, not only pulled his face and voice together, but the surface of the sea under his feet had reached the knee level