Vol 6 Chapter 509

At the tip of Lataki's high tower, an abstract black eye is depicted above the stone wall. The omniscient eye-a symbol of the wizard of the red robe, itself represents an extremely powerful artifact.

It used to be the pride of the Sasard League. But at this moment, he was watching the fall of Taraki.

The city is burning, the wizard's temple, the wizard's vault, is lamenting, the load-bearing stone pillars are cracking at high temperatures, and the entire majestic building is collapsing, emitting a huge roar. Looking further away, the city was billowing with smoke, and there were still exploding flashes and roars from time to time.

Fighting has spread to most parts of the city. In the sky, gargoyles belonging to different forces fight each other. Wind spirits and wind elements whistled past in low-altitude areas. On several streets paved with snow-white marble, the original beautiful green belts and municipal facilities no longer exist. The ground was also covered with scorched markings, and the iron men on the surface of the body were shining in rows. Behind them, the monsters fired flintlocks in their hands in sequence, a row of white smoke emerged, and the timid creatures immediately coaxed and dispersed.

Behind the army, the tall serpent demon wielding six cold scimitar knives is supervising the battle, chopping down all the monsters who dare to pass her.

Overlooking from the sky, the Sasars are gradually retreating, the line of defense shrinking and shrinking-finally concentrated in a few areas such as the Supreme Square. Behind him is the last fortress of the Sazard, the tower of omniscients, and they are irrevocable.

To be exact, the Sasardes have lost everything.

Failure has long been doomed.

The Sasard were once the nobles of the Bugatians, the rulers, the direct descendants of the Okidu scholars, and the guardians of the Temple of Knowledge; but these glories have long since passed, and the Azure Gun penetrated the sky After that, the mortal era has come, and the Sasards have fallen into the dust. More ordinary heroes have emerged, and finally formed the pattern of the twelve silver city-states today.

Seven to three, the outcome is already scheduled.

The era of noble elites is buried in the dust of history at this moment.

The Sassards can still support hard, but Solomon, Logar, Roan, Arcas, Adjani, and Ossetan have not yet shot. These six wizard leaders are leaders in different fields. They are legends of their time in the era when the stars are rising like sparkling stars. Each name writes an immortal epic in Warnde's history.

The King of Wizards, Solomon, is known as the most powerful wizard since the age of Tumen.

Logar, Lord of the Blades, not only reached the pinnacle of rune magic, but also created the glory of craftsmen and wizards.

Luo An, the leader of the secret walker, the leader of the war of the saints.

Also, Adjani and Arcas, the dual saints of time and space, especially the latter, the creator of the Star Moon Tower, are not only proficient in space spells, but also the leader of the school of prophetic spells.

Every name shines like a star, shining history.

They didn't make a shot, not because they were sceptics, but because they couldn't bear it. Rosadel, the Witch King, has died in Toniguel, and Winged Lion City has already survived. This Red and Blue Alliance has actually gone to one of them. Among the remaining eleven city states, the Storm Throne and Lataki Is the Bugatti still the Bugatti of the past? Is the Silver City State the Silver City State of the past?

That is the pride that has been passed down for thousands or even thousands of years. Do they really want to ridicule them?

On the High Square, Storm Queen Oratus stared at the sky with frosty silver eyes—the sky was empty, but she understood that her old opponents were watching the city's every move through the void .

Pieces of lightning shot from her fingertips, piercing the Bugatians' army like a storm, the Iron Man turned to the west, the monsters were turned into coke, and the angry wind spirit screamed at her, but It was also torn to pieces by lightning bolts-the lightning in the wizard's hand could even pierce into the void.

The ground trembled, and a colossus raised his fist and waved at her, but Oratthus only stretched out a finger and gently touched the fist of this huge war weapon. Countless electric sparks splashed from its joints. From there, the colossus fell forward as if it had lost its support.

"Cowards, you want to use this **** against me?" Oratus shouted to the sky. "Do you expect them to use up my mana so that I can bow my head in front of you cowards?"

Both sides at war are colleagues, who know the weaknesses of each other's weapons of war, not to mention Oratus casting elemental spells, known as the most powerful successor of the elemental tyrant behind Tumen-everything in front of him proves that It is true. But this storm queen is better at variants of elemental spells, lightning and storm spells.

She raised her right hand and let countless lightnings be released into the air. After the lightning submerged into the clouds, it was refracted back to the ground, falling like a heavy rain, and turning several blocks into ashes. "Don't be delusional! If you want to hit me, come out and fight frankly, old guys hiding their heads, do you dare?"

In the void, Silver Flame Turaman took a step forward, but was blocked in front of him. Time Lord Ajani looked at him with silver eyes and shook her head.

"I dare" a voice came from a distance.

Oratus looked up and saw a golden flame approaching her.

The visitor is Phoenix.

She is like a leaping flame, each turn spans a distance of thousands of kilometers-between several landings, it has passed through several blocks, leaving only a golden red afterimage in people's eyes.

The flame and jade of Jiufeng's gloves sparkled, her hair fluttered, and there were a dazzling gold flame in her emerald eyes, which was a little taller than when she left Brando. Under the white armour, the future Those slender legs are beginning to take shape.

With a punch, thousands of miles apart, the flame seemed to ignite everything, a phoenix shouted with wings spread out, swept the entire square and rushed to Oratus.

Olats snorted and didn't put the little girl in his eyes at all. He waved the fire phoenix to pieces. Her silver eyes were radiant, and her slender fingers were raised slightly, and a shadow appeared above Lataki.

It was an iceberg that stretched for miles.

It actually hung upside down in the sky. The storm queen turned five fingers, and gently pressed down, and there was a thunderous thunder in the iceberg. The behemoth was torn apart, pressing down like an avalanche.

The glacier has not yet arrived, and the chill has come first. As if the entire sky had collapsed, when you looked up, you could see the sky falling apart.

But Huang Huo did not evade, and did not see her action, a silver light net appeared on top of her head.

The optical network consists of twenty-three criss-cross silver lines, which emerge in sequence from south to north, and the width is exactly the same as the iceberg. When the glacier fell, it collided heavily with the silver net, and the silver lines that formed the network bent slightly downwards, but the iceberg had broken into bones and turned into an ice rain.

Most of the raging Lataki city was torrential rain, hail was mixed with it, and floods rushed, washing many streets clean.

Oratsi froze slightly, raised her head, and saw a minaret not far away, a silver dragon presiding over the spell. But Mithril was also pale, and the dragon was just a tiny presence in front of a Bugatian wizard leader.

But there was someone behind Ms. Missreal, and Fang Qi appeared there carrying a huge box on his back. I saw him unscrewing the sword box behind him, standing it on the ground, and yelling, "Yulong, come out of the box!"

A blue light flew through the sword box and straight into the sky.

People in the entire city of Lataki saw the blue beam of light. After the beam plummeted into the clouds, the emerald-like brilliance bloomed. In the center of the halo was a sword with a jade Phoenix style.

Although Oratus has not seen the Yulong Holy Sword in Rosalin, her judgment on magic will only be sharper than that of Brando, a half-dagger swordsman. Her silver eyes shrank slightly, and she immediately felt that the opponent was right. Own threat.

She raised her hand, the silver long hair was automatic without wind, and she had to cast a powerful spell to shoot down the sword, but the silver rune had not yet emerged—the fist burning golden flames had already come to her.

Phoenix fire has arrived.

Oratsi screamed angrily, and had to give up the spell on her hand, while the twelve silver tattoos on her left hand were lit at the same time, and her backhand claw broke the huge shadow of Phoenix behind Phoenix.

"Master Yufeng--" The Queen of Storms voice was full of anger: "But that doesn't work either!"

Phoenix fire said nothing.

The pupils have been completely sapphire, as if inhuman. If Brando saw her at this moment, he would remember the queen of nine phoenixes in history.

flame--

It is the most violent power in this world.

A fist was resolved, and he immediately swung his leg again, like a sharp axe straight down, and the golden flame of the sky.

Oraths sneered, and a wind blade waved from her hand, which was almost a spinning storm, like a dragon's tail, drew heavily on Phoenix's body. It flew out the phoenix fire like a cannonball and crashed into a nearby building, a brittle sound of the building collapsed, and dust was flying in that direction.

"Damn mortal," she muttered, looking up solemnly.

The Yulong Holy Sword in the sky has been charged.

A translucent giant blue dragon flew out of the sword body, and flew towards the storm queen on the ground. The distance of several kilometers was just the distance that it moved its body. The blue dragon roared in midair, and one claw waved at Oratus.

For the first time, Olats changed her face in battle.

She did not take into account the mortal master of the Yulong Holy Sword, but the strength of the Holy Sword itself cannot be underestimated. It is undoubtedly an ancient relic, like the existence of the Azure Lance— —How many people can take it without any damage?

The queen of storms crossed her hands, chanting magic words quickly, and a layer of grid-like light curtains unfolded around her. But before the seventh layer of defense emerged, it was cut by the claws of the green dragon's claws. The sharp claws cut through six layers of light nets without stagnation and swept heavily on her.

Olats screamed and flew out.

She hit Lataki's omniscient spire, almost feeling that all her bones were broken, and blood was flowing from her forehead—if it wasn't for the power of the law that sheltered her body, the blow would be enough to kill.

Oraths finally felt the threat of life, and a cold light flashed in her silver eyes-she had never thought that she would die in the hands of mortals.

A terrible ripple swept across Lataki.

Oratsi took a step forward, and the lightning beam even penetrated the slate ground under her feet. The majestic magic escaped uncontrollably, and immediately overturned half a square.

The wizard queen was at the center of the storm.

She looked up, her silver eyes blinking at the holy sword in the sky.

But at this time, the phoenix fire rising from the rubble clenched its teeth and rushed again. "Don't endlessly!" Oratus was finally provoked by this little girl from Jiufeng.

Tulaman couldn't help it. He reached out and pushed Ajani behind him, and a light door appeared in front of him.

"Osertan, that's just Olats, our enemy is Heliyanov." Time Lord Ajani couldn't help but say.

But Turaman shook his head: "And you, don't you?"

After all, he stepped in from the light gate.

In the void, several people said nothing, only glanced at each other. Everyone is thinking, thinking about the same question-where should the artisan wizard go after this war?

In the fury of Oratus, space was boiling.

In the entire city of Lataki, gravity seemed to disappear suddenly, the gravel and gravel shook on the ground, and then slowly floated. Then there are bigger things, broken slate, public facilities, trees ...

In the end, the iron men who were at war also fluttered and flew up into the air.

In the roar of a rattling sound, a burning bridge suddenly broke, but the broken part did not fall into the water, but dangled and suspended and slowly lifted off.

The remains of more buildings are also showing the same status at this moment.

Vault of the Wizarding Temple.

Broken minaret.

The real city of Lataki seems to have fallen into a state of weightlessness.

Even the flames floated in the air, forming the shape of a cloud. In the gold-red clouds, lightning is intertwined with each other, and the electric beam containing infinite power seems to completely penetrate the air, making the entire Lataki City a superconductor.

The air was humming, like the water before the earthquake, with dense ripples.

In some neighborhoods, the big monster who can't stand the high-frequency sound waves is covering his ears and screaming and running away, or being knocked down by his companion. The iron man lost his magic power and turned into scattered metal parts. , And then held up for invisible power and flew into the sky.

The sky is full of suspended debris.

Oratus's eyes were completely silver-white, and a bunch of lightnings rose from her feet, followed her body to the top of her head, and then diffused into the air through the silver hair dancing like Medusa's snake hair. The storm queen raised her head, and the clouds above her were gathering, and soon the sky of Lataki City completely darkened.

She looked at Huang Huo and said only one word: "Get off!"

A spot of light flashed out of space, and the Phoenix was like being hit by a spherical lightning on the spot, screaming sternly, and flew out again.

Only this time, Turaman stepped out of the silver light gate, holding her back by one hand.

But Olats didn't even look at this direction at all. She stretched out her hand and a winding thunder stabbed at the Yulong Holy Sword in the sky. Qinglong roared in the air trying to stop, but Thunder actually circled a large circle in the air—a silvery arc that broke through a distance of 10,000 meters, which is the speed of light and electricity—Qinglong will have time to turn around in the future. , The arc has fallen on the holy sword.

Fortunately, the emerald sword emerged from the sapphire sword, blocking the arc.

Above the ground, Fang Qi blew a blood arrow, and the sword box in front of him had made a sound of wailing. He understood that he had reached the limit, and quickly pressed the sword box with his hand. The next moment a blue light plummeted from the clouds and got into the sword box.

But the trio's combined defeat was declared at this moment.

Fang Qi looked at Missile in the distance with a pale face, and Ms. Yinlong also looked helpless. Although they had tried to overestimate the power of a wizard leader, they did not expect that the power of the other was far more terrifying than expected.

This is just Oratus the Queen of Storms. What about Heliyanov, who is on a par with Solomon and William and known as the Big Three of Buga?

Is this the gap between mortals and silver people ...

A light door opened in the dark sky of Lataki, and Solomon, Logar, Roan, Arcas, Ajani, and others stepped out in sequence, suspended in mid-air, and stared at Oratus on the ground.

Olats also saw these people.

To be precise, she only had Solomon in her eyes.

The queen of storm sneered, "It's finally here? Solomon, this is what you want? Winged Lion City is dead, and the death of the Sasard is just today, but what about you Just remember that the Bugatians themselves destroyed themselves— "

"Come on, Solomon, let me see the true power of your King of Wizards. Let me see the courage of you cowards, aren't you trying to destroy the Sasaderians, why not dare to do it again?"

Solomon was about to talk.

But all of a sudden he stopped, everyone looked up subconsciously, but nothing strange in the sky—

only one person.

A young man in an earl coat and a long sword.

The strong wind howled under the dark clouds, his hair flying, his eyes staring at Otras coldly, expressionless.

Saying word by word in a smooth, indifferent voice:

"Orats, they dare not, but I dare."

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