Chapter 765

The speeds of the five fireballs flying into the control room varied from fast to slow, and in different directions, and finally arrived at the same position simultaneously and exploded together.

The red flames swept across the entire control room, but did not reach the core of Iola in the middle.

Except for the core of Iola, the ground, walls and dome were filled with flames. The temperature of the hot flames was extremely restrained. It did not burn the rune circle, but it did not leave any dead ends, leaving Korsted nowhere to hide, and was immediately killed. Burned out the figure.

It was suspended in the air, and a necromantic shield made of countless distorted faces blocked the attack of the flames.

A gorgeous magic robe can't cover its bony body, the staff is held in a hand as dry as a chicken's claw, there is no trace of flesh and blood on the pale face, only dry and wrinkled human skin remains, and two black nostrils are exposed. The eye sockets were sunken, and there were two dark blue undead flames burning inside.

Even so, it could be seen that Korsted was in extreme shock.

It seemed that it couldn't believe that the four natural disaster giants it had created were all wiped out in one encounter.

So much so that he was forced to show up and didn't respond in time.

Seeing its inhuman and ghost-like appearance, Anxi Wodas was even uglier than a few years ago, so he couldn't help being stunned for a while, and didn't immediately cast another spell to attack.

He turned back and ordered: "You guard the exit."

Then a man walked into the control room.

"Teacher..." Korsted said, his voice was dry and sharp, like scraping glass with a blade, and there was no trace of panic in his tone. This "teacher" was without any emotion, but the most indifferent sarcasm .

Anse Wodos stood on the ground, raised his head and replied, "From the day you betrayed Wezeland, you are no longer my student. Between a student and a slave, you chose to be a slave."

"Hey hey..."

Korsted laughed sharply, and retorted: "If you can let me be promoted to Holy Soul and gain immortality, then I am also willing to be your slave."

"I don't need slaves."

Anxi Wodas's expression did not change at all, "Do you think that what I said meant that you turned to the Lord of Death? This is only a secondary issue. I regret that a student who has followed me for hundreds of years has become an extraordinary force It's a pity that my slaves don't know it, and it's wasted my teaching for so long."

"you!"

The flames in Korsted's eye sockets were beating rapidly. It had only been transformed into a lich for a few years, and it still retained a few emotions, so it was immediately stimulated.

It yelled angrily: "Anthiew Dauss, do you think I am willing to do this?"

"If I don't take refuge with my master, I will grow old and die in at most forty years. I have worked hard for more than six hundred years to become a holy soul wizard, and I have never slacked off for a single day. I finally reached the peak of legend. Deserving of an old and dead ending?"

"You keep teaching me to pursue the truth and go further on the road of magic."

"But if I can't live, how should I pursue the truth?"

"How to continue my magical path?"

"Teacher, tell me!" Korsted accused loudly, because his emotions were too agitated as if he had fallen into madness, his skinny body trembled, filled with endless anger and helplessness, and roared: "You tell me what to do? "

Anse Woldas was silent.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he replied: "I have given you a lot of help and passed on all my knowledge to you."

"not enough!"

Korsted retorted fiercely, with resentment on his face: "This is far from enough, at least not as good as your help to Ryan Augustus!"

Anse Wodos raised his eyelids, "Ren's achievements today are due to his own efforts, and have nothing to do with me."

Kerstead sneered, obviously not believing it.

Anxi Wodas didn't explain much, and said in a deep voice: "After all, you are not talented enough, and you also lack some luck. It is your established destiny not to be promoted to the holy soul. It has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't be on this evil path."

"Repent!"

"I'll make your death a little easier."

Anxi Wodas issued an ultimatum, and the fire elements gathered around him, and the holy staff of Aksis lit up with a fiery flame.

"Hahahaha..." Korsted laughed wildly, pointed at Anse Wodos without fear, and said triumphantly, "Do you think you can kill me? As long as I don't die, you will never get Yi The control over Aura's core, the floating city will always belong to me!"

boom!

Anse Wodos hit the staff on the ground, and countless flames erupted, spreading to the entire control room like lightning, forming a flame field that enveloped himself and Korsted.

There is a vacancy left in the field of fire, which will not affect the core of Iola.

At the same time, the five fireballs flew out and instantly split into twenty-five, rapidly expanding to the size of a basket, and suddenly disappeared in the field.

In the next instant, fireballs appeared around Korsted, triggering chain explosions.

A booming explosion shook the control room.

Korsted opened up a layer of gray-white force field to protect himself. This is the realm of the underworld, which can be isolated from the main material world and placed in an independent space, avoiding all damage.

The Nether Realm was blown up and collapsed by the fireball in an instant.

But before the collapse, Korsted had expected this result, and teleported to the other side of the control room in advance, using the core of Iola as a barrier in the middle, and the magic robe on his body activated the nine-ring frozen magic ball, It was thrown directly at the feet and exploded, and the extremely low-temperature frost covered half of the control room, extinguishing the flames.

Suddenly, the control room became a world where ice and fire collided.

However, it only lasted less than a second.

The flame domain just stagnated for a moment before regaining the upper hand, the frost melted, and the frozen area quickly retreated.

A series of fireballs with nine rings flashed in hot pursuit.

Korsted calmly raised his bone-like hand and flicked his fingers repeatedly. Groups of dark green carrion sac meat balls met the fireball, bursting halfway, reducing the power of the fireball, and the high temperature exploded. The flame was resisted by a bone wall again, but in the end it failed to cause any damage.

In the gap between resisting the fireball, Korsted also threw multiple spells at Anxi Wodas.

Apoptosis!

Howl of the Banshee!

Extremely effective weak ability!

Curse of Weakness!

Bone spear technique!

Bone cage!

Advanced dispelling magic!

Finger of death!

Most of these spells have eight rings, a few have nine rings, and all of them are cast instantly, far beyond Korsted's normal spellcasting ability. To the strength of a caster above level 30.

But if it chooses to cast spells, it will not be able to continuously transmit the undead army from the lower level of the floating city up.

The pressure on the wizard group outside the control room and the four teams in the middle was immediately relieved.

A frenzy of spells surged forward.

Anse Wodas responded with only one spell, and that was Fireball!

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

He stood still, and a series of huge fireballs were generated from the top of the staff, jetting out at high speed, like a fort with unlimited firepower.

Each fireball would split into five, follow different trajectories, and end up in the same direction, continuously tracking Kolstad who was flashing around, and then exploding, tiring it out.

The explosion didn't stop for half a second.

Even, sometimes there will be more than a dozen explosions in a second, superimposed into a big explosion.

Most of the spells released by Korsted were evaporated by the high temperature as soon as they entered the flame domain. Anse Wodos directly ignored them. The few nine-ring spells that could reach him were always blocked by fireballs in time to blow them up.

Even spells like the Curse of Weakness that have no flight path and land directly on the target, Fireball can also detonate accurately, destroying the effect of the spell.

There's nothing a fireball can't solve.

If one fireball isn't enough, two, three, four, five...

Anse Verdos has been studying fireball all his life.

His understanding and use of this spell is superb. No one in the world understands fireballs better than him, even Master Ogulev.

After the first wave of spell confrontation, Korsted couldn't stand it anymore.

Even with the support of Iola's Core, it was still chased by the fireball and fled in embarrassment. It didn't dare to approach the control room on the side where Ansewodas was, so it could only use Ansewodas not wanting to destroy Iola's core. One point, barely survived.

But it's just lingering.

In no more than two minutes at most, Korsted would be killed by the fireball.

There was no trace of fear on its face, and it tried its best to resist the explosion of the fireball with various spells, while screaming confidently: "My phylactery is in the hands of the master. When I am resurrected, no matter where the floating city is, I will They will all be taken back!"

"Unless you destroy the floating city, you must be reluctant."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Kerstead's laughter echoed throughout the floating city, and suddenly stopped, as if he had sensed something, he shouted in panic: "No! My phylactery..."

The sudden change made it slow down by half a beat.

A string of fireballs took the opportunity to break through, exploding continuously at the same point on the Necromancer Shield, and the flame power was concentrated in the same direction to achieve the maximum effect.

The undead shield was instantly blasted through.

Korsted's body was burned to ashes in the next instant, leaving no bones left.

However, Anxi Wodas didn't stop. A dozen fireballs turned around and flew towards another location in the control room.

Surrogate!

The one who just got blown up was just a magic double.

As soon as Korsted's figure emerged, he was hit by a string of fireballs in the face, and the necromancer shield was exploded as soon as it opened, killing him again.

Chain Accident!

Anxi Wodas still cast spells more than once, and had already seen through everything.

Ten identical Korstedes appeared in the control room, each of which looked like its own body, stretching out the Necromancer Shield to resist fireballs, and at the same time throwing various spells at Anse Wo Daosi.

While manipulating the fireball to destroy these mirror images, Anse Wodos released a dimensional anchor to an empty space, followed by a series of fireballs.

Korsted, who was teleporting to another world, was immediately interrupted.

It dodged to avoid the fireball, and in a blink of an eye, it found itself caught by a huge flaming palm just like throwing itself into a net.

The giant palm clenched inward, and with a snap, the undead shield was immediately crushed and exploded.

The flames burned on Korsted's body, and his robes and magic items were burned instantly. His skin was scorched black and cracked, making him scream. Black chains emerged from the void, entangled the nearly streaking Korsted, blocking its connection with the space, and could no longer cast teleportation spells.

A soul binding technique fell, cutting off its soul from the outside world, and it was no longer possible to control the floating city through the core of Iola.

Suddenly, Korsted couldn't move.

The fighting in the control room finally stopped, and the flame field subsided.

At this moment, Ren walked in from the door of the control room. He held a warhammer in one hand and a delicate gray-blue iron box in the other.

When Kerstead saw the iron box, the flames of the undead in his eyes soared, and he struggled crazily.

Until now, it is still unbelievable.

"This is impossible!"

"My phylactery is hidden in the demiplane, how did you find it?"

"No! Even if you find out, it's impossible to get in so soon. Tell me, how did you get my phylactery?"

Kerstead yelled in despair, his skeletal face completely contorted.

"teacher."

Ren handed the phylactery to Anse Wodoss, and then looked at Korsted with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't answer its question.

Anse Woldas looked at the phylactery in his hand and was surprised.

It was only now that he knew that Korsted hid the phylactery in the demiplane. Even if he were himself, he would not be able to crack the entrance to the demiplane so quickly.

Moreover, Korsted must have prepared other arrangements in the demiplane.

From opening the control room to subduing Korsted, in less than three minutes, Ren actually got the phylactery.

This kind of means and efficiency, not to mention that Korsted couldn't believe it, other people couldn't understand it either.

Anse Woldas nodded and praised: "Well done!"

"It's just a little effort." Ren smiled lightly.

Others thought he was being modest, but in fact it was just a matter of little effort. He didn't open the magic door by himself, but let a mirror image do it.

The magic door of the demiplane can identify intruders, and the moment it is opened with the key of the door, the "alien vortex" is triggered, the mirror image is swallowed, and it is sent to an unknown plane. The mirror image quickly disappears.

The importance of that demigod facing Korsted is second only to the Floating Void City. Its area is small, with a diameter of only about a kilometer. Korsted stored all his most precious wealth in it, and arranged a strict Protective circle, blocking space transmission and intrusion.

There is also an ancient frost dragon outside the rune formation.

It was transformed into a bone dragon, enslaved by Korstead, and guarded the phylactery at all times.

Floating city, demiplane, ancient dragon!

The phylactery has triple insurance, and Korsted has achieved the ultimate, but it is useless in front of Rennes.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

When Gotham City's army appeared inside the floating city, it was doomed to fail.

Ren didn't even enter the demiplane himself, three mirror images went in, two activated the anti-magic force field to entangle the frost dragon, one was directly teleported into the rune circle, and easily obtained the phylactery that was strictly guarded against death. to ten seconds.

"Kirstead, repent." Anse Wodos said holding the phylactery.

"teacher……"

Korsted, who was controlled by the flaming giant palm and the void chains, finally realized his situation, the flames in his eyes flickered a few times, and he said in a trembling voice: "I don't dare to ask the teacher's forgiveness, all this is my own. s Choice."

It looked up at Anse Wodas, and its voice was raised a bit.

"Teacher, I really want to be promoted."

"I want to live, so that I can continue to explore the truth of magic, always follow the teacher's side, and listen to the teacher's teachings."

"From the very beginning, I didn't want to harm Wezelan, but I couldn't help myself. The Lord of Death controlled my will and body, and I couldn't disobey his orders."

"I really didn't mean to hurt Wezeland..."

The holy soul lich cried out tearfully, and Anse Wodos had a flash of pity in his eyes, looking at the phylactery in his hand with a complicated expression.

The army of undead outside the control room stopped attacking, and the fighting had stopped. The wizards of Wezeland also fell silent when they heard what Korsted said.

Ren watched coldly and didn't interrupt.

Of course, the teacher would not spare Korsted just because of a few words, otherwise he would not be able to convince the public, nor would he be able to explain to the wizards and residents who died under the hands of the Scourge.

However, people are not grass and trees.

Kersted has followed his teacher for hundreds of years. The two are both teachers and students, as well as father and son. They have made many contributions to Wedzeland. Now if they want to end Kersted's life with their own hands, even if they deserve what they deserve, anyone will I don't think it's a taste.

Ren's soul eye has been watching Korsted.

Although its elements cannot be seen clearly, its emotional changes can be sensed. This confession is true and sincere, not a lie.

But to be honest, Korsted's soul was covered in blackness.

This is hate!

The undead creature's hatred for the living, it confides its heart just to cover up its intentions, to delay the time to crack the soul binding technique, not to really want to repent.

Ren sneered in his heart and got ready.

Anse Wodos broke the silence and sighed: "Karstead, on the day you betrayed Wedzeland, you should have thought about what will happen today."

"Teacher!" Kersted said with a look of panic, "I don't want to die!"

"You must die."

Without any hesitation, Anxi Wodas began to destroy the phylactery with a flash of fire in his hand, and said loudly: "This is the end you deserve, and death by my hands is the last kindness for you."

"Then let's die together!"

Korsted's expression became extremely ferocious, as if he had lost all his sanity, and he yelled frantically: "There are so many people buried with me, and my death is worth it! Wezeland was destroyed by me, and it has never been seen in the world since then. Removal, hahahaha..."

The faces of the wizards changed drastically.

Speaker Ronnie hurriedly shouted: "It's going to detonate Iola..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the whole world was quiet.

The time inside and outside the control room stopped, the air no longer flowed, and everything seemed to be paused. The wizards maintained a still posture, completely lost the ability to think, unable to move, like a frozen picture.

Korsted maintained the crazy posture of opening his mouth and shouting, the fire of death in his eyes froze.

When time stops, only one thing and two people can still function.

One is the Core of Iola, which is unaffected.

One of the two is Ren. He has already raised the key to the limit. A simple bronze gate appeared in his eyes, as if it was made of countless transparent worms. brilliant.

The stop of time only allowed him to stop for a moment before regaining his freedom.

Then, Ren jumped in front of Korsted in his mind, swung Thor's hammer, and blasted his head and whole body into powder with one blow.

Almost at the same second, Anse Verdos destroyed the phylactery.

The solid phylactery first melted into molten iron and then evaporated away without leaving any trace.

Looking at the still scene around him, he looked extremely shocked, as if he was even more shocked than Korsted wanted to blew himself up and died with everyone. Kerstead's mind is completely under his control, even if there is no time to stop, it will not have time to detonate the core of Iola.

"this……"

Anse Woldas opened his mouth to speak, but did not make a sound.

Sound cannot travel while time stops.

Although he was only slightly affected and his movements became a little sluggish, his thinking was normal and he was still able to cast spells to fight. He found the caster who stopped time at a glance. At the door of the control room, a thin figure wearing a black magic robe and holding a straight staff appeared.

Raistlin!

Anse Wodos suddenly realized, and then felt a little unbelievable that Ren's avatar had mastered the time stop!

tick! tick...

Six seconds passed slowly and quickly, and at the last second, after a pale Raistlin gave Anse Waldos a slight nod, he disappeared.

Time resumed its flow.