Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Amidst the chaotic, distorted pink light, Painhurs gritted his teeth, and finally removed the anti-magic force field and instantly disappeared in place.

"Hurry up and use your spells to see where the white horse has been teleported to! Waste! I don't want to endure the boundless anger of the King of Kings because of your dereliction of duty!"

The shadow dancer plays with two blood-stained scimitars, with eyes like eagles and falcons, moving like a sly rabbit, one tumbling, dodging the horror sweep of the blade of blessing that envelops the mighty thunder, the whole person, once again melted into boiling and twisting The shadow pools, the next moment, appeared in the shadows behind Al'Akir!

After losing the suppression of the anti-magic field, those two superbly beautiful war blades showed their terrifying fangs again at the moment they left the shadow pool.

The scimitar in his right hand, accompanied by a deep chill, shone with a poignant and icy blue light, as if there was a gust of wind, wrapped in thousands of crystal chips and snowflakes, near the blade. dance to tune.

The left hand scimitar exudes waves of heat, bursting out dark red flames, and rounds of dark red **** flames, turning into fiery flame vortexes, whistling around the entire scimitar.

The shadow dancer, under the double background of ice and flames, is like a beautiful sculpture that emerges from the shadow, with a graceful and graceful body, wearing a light and beautiful chain armor silver shirt. The mask on the top of the head was accompanied by a vast sea of ​​stars embroidered with silk gauze hanging down to the ankles. Under the shining of two beams of icy blue and red, the sky shone with beautiful stars.

"Sizzle!"

The shadow dancer's speed is as fast as lightning, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal cutting flesh and blood, on the hind legs of Chief Wind Howl, two horrible scars are torn out of the flesh and flesh, a flesh and blood is frozen, and the red blood is gushing out, It was instantly frozen into crystal clear scarlet crystals. Another raging flame tumbling, terrifying high temperature, instantly burned and solidified the broken blood vessels.

Al'akir endured the pain and directly summoned a terrible storm, like a siege hammer, slammed into the assassin’s chest, blasted her whole body out, and fell heavily into the shadow of the mast. Among them, the vigorous body instantly transformed into a constantly creeping and distorted blasphemous silt, blending with the shadows.

Above the sky, the mage released a subtle magic of the school of prophecy, trying to find the whereabouts of the warchief. At this moment, a handsome white horse suddenly appeared on the deck in its original form, with four slender and strong pale horseshoes. The flying snow and icicles that were entwined in a flurry of dancing, trampled on the air, and rushed to the half-devil in the sky fiercely.

The Shadow Dancer breathed a sigh of relief. Now that you know where the white horse is, you don’t have to worry about being attacked by the enemy. She once again rushed out of the shadowy quagmire, wrapped in flying icicles, and the exquisite scimitar of the flames of hell, in the air Draw two brilliant and perfect death arcs.

Teflin, wearing a robe of flames, did not hurriedly stretched out a scarlet finger, accompanied by the blasphemous voice of purgatory, guiding a green ray containing the power of destruction, whizzing across the distortion The dome of the sky directly penetrates the head of the white horse.

The terrifying scarlet face of the half-devil immediately raised a confident smile, hitting a powerful dissociation beam of super magic, I am afraid that the guy's head will be broken down into the smallest by the turquoise death beam. Dust particles-wait, my own spell penetrated the white horse's body and hit the mast of the distant Persian battleship?

In the mage’s surprised gaze, that terrifying green light instantly shot through the tall mast. Every inch of solid wood and every piece of flexible rope disappeared in a flash, and was decomposed by the lethal green rays. Into the tiniest dust.

And the phantom of the white horse, like a cloud of mist that was disturbed, gradually dissipated in front of him.

"If this phantom is to attract my attention, then the goal of the white horse should be..."

The mage seemed to have thought of something. He hurriedly turned his gaze to his companion. The shadow dancer wearing a star gauze, brandishing two scimitars, attacked Al'Akir, the wind direction suddenly changed. Up.

As a mage who painstakingly studied the magic net, the half magic keenly perceives the changes in the flow of arcane magic, like a death vortex swallowing everything on the sea, and like the eye of fear in the center of the tornado. Something is on the deck, madly attracted, gathering the arcane power around it.

The Shadow Dancer also noticed that a terrifying change had taken place near her. She turned her head violently and found that the violent arcane energy was engulfed by the violent wind, spinning frantically around an invisible and incorporeal phantom! The turquoise and pale gold flames intertwined, entangled, and rushed straight into the sky!

"Powerful Phantom, Advanced Invisibility, Arcane Surge-this warlock specializes in illusion!"

The mage quickly lowered his flight altitude, but it was too late. Painhurs just didn't teleport to other places at all. He just used advanced invisibility to cover his body. Now, he is already in his original form. An arcane creation exuding faint blue fluorescence and wild energy, through pale skin and coat, blood vessels and heart flowing with pure arcane energy are clearly visible, and a pair of golden and hideous vertical pupils disappeared. , Replaced by two groups of ultimate magic flames.

Just like the rapid beating of the heart, the rapid flow of blood, which greatly enhances the ability of living things, this kind of high-level magic that seems to turn the faucet to the maximum, doubles the flow rate of arcane magic, and can even make a chant that takes several seconds The spell sung was displayed instantly.

However, it's like a fast beating heart. The various negative effects are the same. In order to minimize the physical damage to the caster, except for some special cases, there is still a six-second interval between each prompt spell.

Accompanied by a blood-solidified roar, the eight-pointed black star bloomed with a dark red blasphemous light: solid and heavy brass decks, turbulent rivers of blood, and immaculate ones. The skeleton and bones, centered on Painhurs, turned into an unheard of ghost phantom. His terrifying scarlet hands seemed to replace the white horse and held the halberd's wooden handle tightly.

"boom!!!"

With the addition of the swords and halberds, the shadow dancer's eyes widened in disbelief. A few seconds ago, the warlock who was struggling with his own sword and had to support hard, now the combat moves are incredibly exquisite, and the speed and strength have also kept up. On the floors, the heavy metal halberd waved, but it was as light and ghostly as a flying butterfly, forcing himself to retreat again and again.

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