The effect of "Time Stop" was triggered. The brightness faded, the darkness was gone, the lightning was frozen in the sky, and the rain was crystallized in the tranquility. The whole world was nothing but vague greyness. Alfonsol, who was within the range of the spell, was like an insect frozen in ice, maintaining a weird posture.
However, exactly at this moment, a crack passed through the "stopped" time and reached Douglas' ears. Then, he saw that the greyness was shattered inch by inch like broken glass, and the world was falling apart.
"What is this?" Ever since he learned the ninth-circle spell "Time Stop", Douglas had never encountered such a situation when he cast it. The effect of the spell had been broken by an external force! Even though he was good at restraining himself and casting a lot of spells, he was still rather shocked at this moment.
The "ice crystals" drifted away, and Alfonsol returned to normal. However, the lightning was still slow, and the rain seemed to have stopped. There was only an additional long river in the sky that flowed endlessly, never to return, just like time.
The overwhelming 'river of time' woke up everybody who was under the effect of time freeze. Breaking the extreme silence, it turned upside down and enshrouded the black forest nearby. Everything was hazy, and the 'ripples' were rippling, like the clear and dim water under the clear and dim water.
Arnold, Douglas, and Fernando who were close, and Nielson, Congus, and Amanata who were far away, seemed to have entered transparent amber. They were "thrown" toward the "river of time" at the center slowly but "firmly". They had different expressions. Some were angry, and some were shocked, but they couldn't control themselves either, just like no intelligent life could resist the passage of time!
"Kritonia!"
Priscilla, who was in the Tower of Destroyers, was in a better state. She saw, in shock, that the starting point of the "river of time" was a fuzzy, twisted young man. His half-long black hair was flying, and his hands and longsword were as smooth as water. His blue eyes looked down with mockery. He was exactly "Heart of Time" Kritonia!
According to the intelligence, "Heart of Time" Kritonia was still wandering in the south!
Where the longsword was aimed at, the "servant of death" that blocked the "river of time" first was cut apart from the middle without a sound. The rotten flesh turned into ashes, and the skulls, hands, and ribs fell to the ground.
The power of a single sword strike was terrifying to such an extent!
"Heart of Time?"
"Kritonia!"
"How could this be?"
"How could he appear here?"
Congus, Nielson, Douglas, and the rest of them all looked at Arnold. Didn't they send League to lead him to the south? Wasn't it confirmed from various sources that he was still in the south?
While they looked at Arnold, they were still casting spells, trying to get out of the trap. However, under the influence of the river of time, their movements and thoughts were slowed down. Even their casting of spells was extremely slow!
For a moment, fear, bewilderment, shock, despair, and other emotions emerged in everyone's hearts.
"It's you?" Priscilla and the rest of them seemed to hear Arnold's long sigh.
"It's me." A shadow appeared behind Kritonia. It was League, the deputy president of the Union of Sorcerers! The archmage who was sent to lead Kritonia away!
His face was still gloomy, but with a vicious and delightful smile, his voice echoed in every soul. "I was only selling some intelligence in exchange for benefits. I never intended to destroy the entire organization. But you, old man, sent me on such a dangerous mission. It's all your fault that you're in this situation right now!"
"Haha. Thanks to League's intelligence, I finally have a chance to annihilate your few organizations!" Alfonsol laughed cruelly and in satisfaction. The red robes and the saint Knight nearby quickly approached him and protected him.
"Goddamn traitor!" That was the first thought that popped up in the minds of Priscilla, Nielson, Congus, and Amanata.
Fernando roared, "Old man, you filthy traitor!"
Time corroded the valley and the forest like water. All the sorcerers in the range failed their spells and could not escape at all, which made them desperate, infuriated, and frustrated. The sorcerers above the senior rank such as Congus began to prepare for self-destruction and resurrection in the prepared place.
After slashing Arnold's servant of death and restricting everybody's movement, Kritonia raised his longsword again, and his clear voice echoed in everybody's heart. "It's a pity that there are only a few archmages …"
Vague pride filled his words. He did not consider Arnold, Douglas, and the rest of them to be a threat at all.
Except for the lich who only had bones, everybody else looked more or less defeated, as if death were right before their eyes. The pressure of a level-two epic Knight was certainly not to be underestimated!
Hardly had Kritonia concluded his sentence when a face protruded out of the darkness behind him. He was enormous and wearing a black hood. His eyes were two spots of pale fire. His mouth opened and uttered ragged syllables that normal people could not hear, like the arrival of the God of Death!
A black tornado emerged from Kritonia's feet and enshrouded him and League.
The tornadoes were as unpredictable and gloomy as smoke. Just by looking at them, the dozens of clerics and night watchers below the senior-rank quickly decayed their bodies and turned into confused skeletons!
The bones of the servants of spectres that were shattered by Kritonia a moment ago exploded one after another, releasing pale smoke that consumed the forest and the valley. Only the skull flew up and fell into the enormous face, condensing into a tall and slender shadow in a long black robe. The faces of souls surrounded "him" and screamed miserably, as if they were praising and praising him!
This figure was very similar to the undead servant from before, but the giant black scythe was floating in the air as if it was waiting to harvest life.
Ah!
In the pale smoke, a red robe suddenly screamed miserably. His vague soul was extracted from his shell and melted into the smoke.
The souls of the pastors, bishops, night watchers, and saint Knight also flew out and joined the carnival of spectres in the smoke. The trees withered, and the creatures decayed. Except for the sorcerers and the few clerics, this place was already a kingdom of the dead without any life!
The pale smoke began to condense. Fuzzy faces of fear, pain, and pain floated in it, constituting a cage that trapped the black tornado.
A crack suddenly appeared on the black whirlwind, and water-like ripples of light seeped out. At the same time, a red-robed bishop and a holy knight behind Alfonsol suddenly exploded. One of them summoned a firestorm, and the other directly self-destructed. Alfonsol, who was caught off guard, was torn into pieces, and his soul was torn apart.
"You?" Alfonsol, who was still gloating, did not see it coming at all. Even though he was dead, there was only vague shock left.
Kritonia, holding the longsword of time, broke out of the black tornado and happened to see the scene. League, on the other hand, fell from the sky as a dry body without any water. All his life-saving spells did not work in time. There was only disbelief and fear on his face.
"Invading the mind, weaving memories, death storm, ghost fog …" Kritonia mumbled a few words at first. Then, he looked at the mysterious sorcerer who was surrounded and worshipped by the faces of souls solemnly and in surprise. "Tannanoth …"
While he talked, his body became blurred. Holding his longsword, he blinked forward, as if he were traveling in a different time and space to avoid the blockage of the ghost fog.
The change was so sudden and fast that Priscilla, Nielson, and the rest of them did not realize what was going on until they heard Kritonia's murmur.
"The Liege of Death!"
Nielson could not have sounded more surprised.
"The Liege of Death!"
Congus, Priscilla, and Amanata, on the other hand, could not have been more surprised.
Douglas was the first to realize what was going on, but he did not intervene in the change just now because he realized that he was not strong enough to take part in it!
At this moment, he looked at Arnold in confusion, amusement, and shock. How did his servant of death suddenly become Tannanoth, the Liege of Death, a top legend and the last consul of the Asso Empire? How many things had he been hiding?
"Old fox, what's going on?" Fernando roared, feeling that he had been tricked. It did not seem to matter whether he was in the operation or not!
There was not the slightest shock on Arnold's face. He coughed and said, "Let's get out of here first. Or do you want to be affected by the battle of legends?"
As he spoke, a streak of colorful brilliance flew out of his hand into the sky and exploded into brilliant fireworks.
Having no time to ask or 'beat' Arnold up, Priscilla glared at him and let the Tower of Destroyers run. Congus, Nielson, and Amanata turned around and left respectively, heading for the meeting place after the mission was completed as agreed upon earlier.
Douglas and Fernando followed Arnold through the black forest and fled to the distance. At this moment, they suddenly sensed something and raised their heads, only to see that a gap had been torn apart in the sky where the battle took place. A slim old man whose eyes were closed walked out, and a cold girl who looked like an ice sculpture flew over from the north.
"Psionic Storm!"
"Aurora Wall!"
Two obscure voices came from afar. Fernando glared at Arnold. "So, the real target this time is actually 'Heart of Time'? And what about League? Has the Liege of Death recovered his strength to level three? "
"Cough. Like I said, 'Sometimes, traitors are more valuable to us.'" Arnold looked at him with a smile.
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