In the Ashes Woods, the furious Sui Xiong and the Shadow Devil fought fiercely. The divine power of ice and the negative energy crazily impacted each other, changing the color of the wind and clouds, filling the sky with black smoke, and covering the ground with ice and snow. Just the shockwaves from the clash of their powers had turned the surrounding area of several dozen kilometers into a cold and eerie ghost realm. Mortals would feel a chill in their hearts just by looking at it, let alone stepping into it. It was as if they were going to be frozen from the inside out.
Rode gasped violently. He felt that his heart and lungs seemed to have been frozen, and his breath was filled with ice chips.
Of course, this was an illusion. It was not him who could do this, but Snowflake.
Snowflake's situation was very bad. She had just been directly defeated by the Shadow Devil's ice flame, and had suffered internal injuries. She barely used magic to protect the surviving pioneers to escape together, which made her injuries worse. At this moment, she even had no strength to stand, so she could only lie on Gerrard's back and let him carry her to escape.
Gerrard had also suffered a heavy blow, but he was thick-skinned and had amazing resilience. He was really the kind of freak who was "hurt? Just smear some saliva ". At this moment, he was holding the battle-ax with a broken handle in one hand, and Palin, whose leg had just been cut in the battle with the shadow soldiers, with the other hand. On his back was Snowflake, whose face was paler than Rode's, and the corners of her mouth were full of ice chips and blood. He was running away with a large number of frightened and embarrassed people, and he had to stop from time to time to fight with the shadow soldiers who were constantly chasing them to buy time for everyone to escape.
Only he could do this kind of thing.
"Rode, you keep running with everyone!" He took the time to shout to Rode, "I'll cover you!"
Rode wanted to argue with him, such as "you are more important than us", but Gerrard was obviously not the kind of person who could be reasoned with or weigh the pros and cons. Looking at his simple and honest face, Rode knew that this big guy was a stubborn person, so he had to bite his teeth and run with everyone.
"Don't stop!" He endured the stinging pain in his chest that seemed to appear with every word he said, and shouted, "Run with me! We must stay away from the battlefield. Even a little aftermath of the battle between the gods and the devil will be fatal! "
Under his lead, the survivors ran as far away from the battlefield as possible.
The former temporary village was now completely ruined. Sui Xiong, who was furious, didn't bother to think about why the Shadow Devil suddenly attacked. He took out all his skills, waved his tentacles like the wind, and cast spells one after another. He vowed to beat this damn bastard to death and make him die miserably! It was extremely tragic! Inhumane! It was too horrible to look at!
Because he had focused almost all of his attention on the battle here, he didn't even care about the situation on his clone's side. Anyway, the battle between Heimsarah and Timsar was purely a battle of attrition. It would not be surprising if they fought for ten days to half a month, and his friend was much stronger than that half-dead guy, so he did not have to worry at all.
But when he was fighting fiercely with the Shadow Devil, Timsar, who had been suppressed by Heimsarah, suddenly had a strange black light under his body. The black light spread in all directions, and soon formed a huge magic formation, covering himself, Heimsarah, and the incarnation of Sui Xiong, who was watching the battle next to him.
Sui Xiong immediately sensed that something was wrong, but the magic array had already been activated. He clearly felt that this magic array was a large-scale transmission array, which would send the three of them to a faraway place — perhaps it was the Holy Kingdom of an evil god, or a trap that had been set up in advance, or something else … Anyway, it would not be a good place!
Because his reaction was a little slow, when he realized that the situation was not good, it was too late to stop the transmission. But after all, the transmission had not been completed, and there was still room for saving.
So he made a prompt decision and immediately communicated with Lei's mind. Using Lei as a coordinate, he forcibly invaded the transmission spell with his divine power, and shifted the transmission target as close to Lei as possible.
In fact, it might be more practical to shift to the body, but the distance was too far …
The distorted transmission formation made a harsh roar. After a while, with a sudden turbid current, the three giant creatures had been transmitted to the bottom of a shallow sea. Sui Xiong immediately used the positioning spell and found that the position at the moment was not far from Gars City, about thirty or fifty miles away.
"Fortunately, I did not fall into the trap!" He took a long breath and divided a little energy to let his clone attack with all his strength. He urged the divine power to turn into a cold torrent, and launched an attack toward Timsar.
The current situation was very wrong, and he could only rest assured if the battle here was over as soon as possible!
Just when Sui Xiong's body and clone were both engaged in the battle, in the central square of Gars City, another shocking drama was also slowly unfolding.
The mining ceremony was divided into three parts. First, each church and organization led their teams to parade in the streets, or preach doctrines, or sprinkle divine grace, or perform talents … Of course, it was not impossible to simply and crudely throw money. As long as you were stupid and had a lot of money, you could play however you wanted. Anyway, the most important thing was to be happy.
When all the teams gathered in the central square, the city lord would preside over the beginning of the celebration, and then the chief priest of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest would read a prayer. At this time, the Goddess of Harvest would send divine grace to heal the pain of the audience.
After the prayer and blessing, ten girls would be selected in advance to pick the most advanced geranium, which was specially cultivated, and give it to the mages to seal it with magic. Then a public auction would be held to sell the ten geranium, known as the "Flower of Gars," and all the property obtained would be offered to the great goddess who gave people such a treasure — the Goddess of Harvest.
As the only son of the city lord Joseph, Sean, who was also the most likely to become the next city lord, did not need to participate in the first stage of the parade. He sat directly in the seat near the center of the square. Behind him was a group of well-equipped and extraordinary subordinates, all of which were warriors, mages, priests, and pastors.
Because of his powerful strength, Ray was arranged to sit behind Sean, and he could almost reach out and strangle Sean's neck. And Mrs. Teague was arranged to sit at the back, because she insisted on being with her daughters. Ranke wanted to follow his teacher, but he was also driven to the back by Ray, and next to him was Steele, who was wearing a suit of armor and pretending to be a priest.
Steele originally wanted to dress up to match the happy atmosphere of the celebration. But considering that there might be a big fight, it was better not to be too eye-catching, so she could only reluctantly put on the armor — on this kind of occasion, there were people wearing full sets of armor everywhere, and it was far less conspicuous than an excessively beautiful woman.
"If there is a fight, please take care of them," Ray once said.
Steele smiled slightly, and with her right hand wearing a metal glove, she knocked twice on the sturdy breastplate, to show "I will take care of it, you can rest assured."
So Ray smiled and nodded, and came to his seat.
Now Steele was indeed very reliable, or … even if she was not reliable enough, there was no other choice now.
Looking at the scene getting more and more lively, he could not help but be a little worried, and could not help but ask, "Young Master Sean, what are you playing at?"
"It's nothing particularly worth mentioning," Sean said in a low voice, still smiling gently and modestly. "You'll know soon enough."
"I think I should know in advance," Ray said, "so that when it happens, I can react."
Sean shook his head, "You don't need to make any special reaction, it's nothing more than a fight. Isn't this what you are best at? "
"I don't like fighting at all! Especially this kind of inexplicable fight! "Ray said angrily.
"I don't like fighting either, it's too dangerous. But I have no choice, "Sean said gently. "You didn't either. We are two drowning people tied to the same rope by fate. If you don't want to drown, then you have to try your best to give me a hand."
"You bastard!" Ray roared angrily. He could not wait to pull out his sword now, and give this bastard a bloody knife!
Time passed quickly, and the patrol teams of various organizations gathered in the central square. What followed was a tide-like crowd, and soon the whole square was completely surrounded.
Looking at the black mass of heads, Ray could not help but shiver. If there was a fight later, he was afraid that there would be a river of blood and corpses everywhere!
"Can we not fight?" He sighed and advised, "You see, there are so many people here. If we really fight, it will be very tragic!"
"What's the use of telling me this? It's not up to me to decide whether to fight or not," Sean replied with a smile. "Maybe you think you are very strong, but for me, you are just a chess piece that can be used at will. As for me, for a higher level of great existence, I am nothing more than a chess piece that can be used at will. As chess pieces, you and I only need to carry out the orders well. Thinking too much will not only not help us in any way, but will also increase the pain. "
"Are you willing to be a chess piece and be used by others? And risk your life! "
"… I won't always be a chess piece." The smile on Sean's face disappeared, and his tone became very firm. "Sooner or later, I will also become a chess player!"
"You can talk about that after you survive today!" Ray said angrily. "Generally speaking, people as ambitious as you will die halfway."
"How many knights who fight to help their friends can live long?" Sean laughed again. "Same here, so let's work hard to survive together. You for your noble goal, I for my selfish goal, but no matter what, there is hope only if we live. "
"… It's a pity that you don't become a charlatan!"
Sean smiled slightly and did not speak, but there was a very subtle, almost inaudible sound in Ray's ears.
"Who told you that I am not a charlatan?"
Ray was dumbstruck. This was clearly not a low-level spell! And there was no magical fluctuation during the process of casting the spell. Obviously, it was accompanied by an extremely brilliant Supreme Magical Skill!
Sean wasn't a swordsman at all. He was simply a ridiculously powerful spellcaster!
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