Augustus Under the Horseshoe

These demonic wizards, when they countered the spell, the gestures and words spoken evoked the deepest memory of Painhurs: Yes, the advanced scroll that records the ranks of the archmage in detail, records A large number of magic countermeasures have been introduced, and there are even more advanced arcane spell reversals.

And he also studied the spell countermeasures for a period of time steadily, but the warchief never understood what this skill means. On the northern Salmatia grassland, there are many wild warlocks. High-level mages are as rare as dragons, and he has an unusual lack of experience in fighting mages.

The three Taiflin mages quickly recovered from their horror. They retreated hurriedly and chanted three different spells at the same time. The wizards on both sides chanted the burning flames of hell, while the wizard in the middle chanted the silent death of pitch black and profanity.

Backlash and Flame Ray

In order to advance the archmage, he spent almost all of his time on identification, studying various common spells, and subconsciously distinguished the opponent's magic. Painhurs waved his hands vigorously, and the hideous halberd with the half-devil corpse hung, like a terrible war hammer made of flesh and blood, tracing a blood-colored arc in the air.

However, when the halberd was about to hit Teflin’s head, the slender wooden handle suddenly came back to life, like a poisonous snake, twisting his soft body, making the metal halberd and the corpse hung on it cruelly It hit Centaur on the right shoulder!

"Damn it... This is the spell of backlash, but I forgot this spell. I can make a long-handled weapon turn my head and attack my master!"

Suddenly attacked by his own weapon, the warchief has not recovered from the pain and surprise. The remaining two wizards have also completed their own spells, four burning rays entwining the flames of hell, roaring torn the dark night, Burning, tumbling, dancing, whistling towards the white horse! ! !

"THEWORLD!"

However, casting spells and countering spells cannot be performed at the same time. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the warchief threw away the halberd and held a virtual grip with his right hand, grabbing the future three seconds from now to the current timeline. In an instant, the huge waves slapped. The roar of ships, the turbid and blasphemous burning sound of **** flames, and the gloomy and abominable chanting of the demon-born mage stopped abruptly, and the whole world fell into deathly silence. Time is like a frozen lake, freezing instantly.

The warchief held up his left hand. According to the new contract he signed with the Chaos Gods that night, he once again gained the power to perform Chaos Divine Art, and he confined the eight-pointed black star to his left hand. Make it impossible to continue to spread.

In the name of the chaos of the four gods and the eightfold road, the white horse directly transported himself back to the lower deck, in the dark and damp and safe place, quietly waiting for the end of the sequelae of the rapid outbreak.

"What about people? Why did they suddenly disappear?"

"The surrounding arcane ripples look like teleportation spells of the conjurer school."

"Damn it! Didn't you say to keep you in the posture of countering spells? Why do you want to put a flame ray?!"

"Please, the monster suddenly wielded the halberd and killed me! In front of my eyes!!! Do you want me to continue to maintain the anti-fa posture and wait for death here?"

The three arrogant wizards quarreled cursingly. They looked at the hatch closed by the net of flesh and blood and the empty **** deck. They felt a palpitating heart. They hadn't fought for a few rounds, and they died with five spells. As soon as he ran away, that white horse was not a character that he could deal with.

After arguing for a while, the Sanwei mage was ready to retreat first, calling for enough reinforcements, jumping to help and seizing this huge double-decker sailing ship.

However, at this time, a pale figure of God, accompanied by strong fluctuations of chaotic energy, appeared on the other side of the deck, chanting the spell of the undead loudly.

The three Teflin mages reacted quickly and re-posed a posture of countering the spell, but they fell into the trap of the warchief—Painhurs was just reciting an incomprehensible spell. , His left hand grabbed a huge composite longbow, and his right hand, which was shining with arcane light, was as fast as lightning, tracing the aisles with brilliant blue afterimages.

With the cooperation of the acceleration technique, the pale warlock shot four deadly sharp arrows at the mages within almost six seconds.

Clusters of metal arrows roared through the cold air. One shot track was blown away by the storm, and two were blocked by the invisible force field armor. They hit rippling waves in the air, and the last one was sharp. The arrow shredded the invisible armor and went straight through the throat of the demonite.

After feeling the severe pain in his neck, the mage widened his eyes in horror, and tried to pull out the terrifying arrow, the sharp metal arrow cluster, and opened the arteries and trachea of ​​his neck. The red blood gushing out followed. The broken respiratory system directly poured into Teflin's lungs, causing him to drown in his own blood.

The last two wizards looked at each other in panic, nodded tremblingly, and directly chanted the mysterious spell, wanting to teleport away. One Teflin instantly disappeared within the door door burning with **** flames, while the other, eyes widened in horror—the white horse raised his left hand, and the eight-pointed black star gleaming with chaotic energy shot out a turquoise green The eerie rays, countless luminous green energy chains, entangled his limbs and corpses, confining the half-devil in this space, unable to use any magic that spans the space.

Dimensional anchor.

In despair, the mage chanted twice, the arcane energy, like azure blue vines, winding crimson skin, trying to turn himself into a breeze and flew away.

However, the curse that he had finally condensed into shape, like a light and fragile object, was crushed into hundreds of small fragments by a violent and terrifying arcane hammer!

"Ah, spell countermeasures, it turned out to be so used."

Pain Hess felt the scene in his body: the dark and terrifying dark sky, which was torn apart by the hand of arcane into a series of terrible rifts. Numerous blood-colored long rivers, wrapped in the vast arcane power, fell from the sky, like a series of crimson-colored ferocious waterfalls, pouring on a splendid crystal mountain range.

Countless blood-colored streams containing horrible magic power, among the mountain peaks with hundreds of millions of crystal faces, flow freely, countless crystal surfaces, and at the same time reflect the sorrowful color of blood, and the azure blue arcane light, almost lighting up the whole The dark sky.

The Crystal Mountain Range is divided into nine layers. Each layer has some huge depressions. The turbulent rivers of blood fill them one by one, turning them into beaches of scarlet lakes that flash with fluorescence. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the number of these lakes is six, eight, eight, eight, seven, seven, six, three, and one.

And some lakes, for some reason, have already dried up, waiting for the blood-colored waterfall to fill it up again. The warchief gently lifted his finger, and a quiet lake on the fourth floor of the mountain wall, as if burnt by flames, instantly boiled! The whole pool of blood evaporates into wisps of bright red mist in a moment, leaving only the empty sunken crystal walls.

Through the frantic memory of duck-filling, the recitation of dozens of the most common spells, and the long-term diligent practice, the warchief can recognize the opponent's spells at a glance.

So, he also used the aerospace technique, but this time, the six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of the pale white horse did not turn into an ethereal breeze. This overbearing arcane power not only did not transform the subject's body, but instead Like a heavy hammer of siege, it whizzed across the night sky and smashed the same magic that the opponent had constructed!

The great chief who was born in the wild grassland is like a piece of uncut jade, carved by the two sharp knives of the Roman Empire and Sassanid Persian, it becomes more and more brilliant and magnificent.

Pain Hess was generous, and this time he came to the right place. In observing the battle of the Romans, he mastered the essence of priest's magic. In the battle with Teflin, he understood the mystery of spell countermeasures. Even if the other party does not pay a huge amount of gold, this trip is not in vain.

The last mage sat on the deck with a fright. He watched the white horse and walked towards him step by step. The pale god-jun body, overflowing with suffocating coercion, made him scared almost impossible. Breathe.

At this moment, Al'Akir also took the Howling Warlock, and slaughtered all the puppets and soldiers who were entangled in the net of flesh and blood, and rushed to the empty deck with great strength, bringing the wizard with his face like ashes. The anti-magical shackles printed with a Roman double-headed eagle.

"Damn it, what happened? There was chaos all around, and several ships were burning the flames of hell?!"

With excellent dark vision, the horses and horses looked around dignifiedly, countless drenched Teflin sailors, like drowning ghosts, crazily climbing tall ships, the battle roar of Latin and purgatory, filled with the dark battlefield .

In the distance, the three blue dragons that swooped across the entire fleet, causing a lot of riots, flapped their wings again, and returned from the west. In the mouth of the blood basin, blue arcane lightning flashed again.

"Guard both sides of the ship! Don't let anyone climb up! What about the two captains? So messy, don't they command?"

Painhurs looked into the distance worriedly. The boundless darkness obscured the vision, and the thunder and storm interfered with hearing. This visibility was enough to destroy the command system of any army. Hundreds of double-deck galleys fought each, without a leader! The ship at the back, only saw three blue dragons swooping across their deck, without knowing what was going on ahead.

There was a huge fleet in the Eastern Roman Empire, and a large number of persevering soldiers, but they could only be divided and surrounded by the demons and green skins who boarded the ship, and they could not look at each other from end to end.

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