Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The magic flames gradually extinguished, the smoke dissipated, and only the ruined walls and charred corpses were exposed. The huge imperial barracks were devastated by the explosion of this Olympic fire. None of the five battle groups stationed here were spared, all in the blue. The anger was gone.

Yrel was lucky enough to escape-her satyr was repelled by the elves before the explosion. At that time, the female chief and her people were just under the hillside, and the horrible explosion wind engulfed the magic flames. And black smoke whizzed across the sky above her head, burning the air like **** with hot flames.

The centaur was a little farther away, and the speed of running at full strength was much faster than these heavy iron armored elves. When they found something was wrong, they immediately turned around and ran. Although they suffered heavy losses, almost all the soldiers rushing in the front screamed. Was engulfed by flames, but at any rate, it did not end in annihilation.

"Oh my God, this thing can actually explode!"

The eight-pointed black star exudes distorted starlight, and the healing magic is shining with the vitality of life. The scorched black Peinhes heals his injuries in a panic. He is only planning to use the dissociation technique to destroy the core structure of the machine, but Unexpectedly, that thing would explode!

"However, that's fine. The boss of the elves was blown up, and all five battle groups were wiped out, Abu Hors! Let your druids heal faster! The outcome of this war, after we recover, The moment I rushed into the battlefield, it was already decided!"

Breda said eagerly, and the excited words caused the wound he was about to heal to bleed and crack again. The druid who healed him rolled his eyes, seriously considering whether to have a stick in the back of his head.

"It's not that simple. The place was originally covered with a barrier that could not be teleported, but it disappeared at the last moment. We used teleportation to run away, and the other party would die in place without any reason."

Abhors sighed and quickly healed his burn.

"However, there shouldn't be many people around him, and maybe even only one commander will die. Our soldiers can join the war first."

Painhurs was observing the battle below, and Christian asked about the situation here as crazy as he was mad, until he had also transmitted the information and was relieved.

"First go to rescue the two-footed Wyvern squad, the green-skinned army, and the bloodfury soldiers of the beast Onardo! As long as we defeat there, our nearly 20,000 cavalry will be free from the quagmire of melee combat! Under the full charge, Yin Travel poets can play the triumphant triumph of victory! Everyone will have a feast of elves in Trabzon at noon today!"

"Your will!"

Yrel gathered the remnants, and the recovered hoarfrost soldiers also picked up the warhammer again and prepared to launch

And at this moment, a terrible wave of magic came from the heads of several people! Painhurs looked up subconsciously, and saw a huge ugly fissure, accompanied by a vast arcane torrent, entrenched in the blue sky.

A pair of huge red claws stretched out from it, and with a fierce tugging, they were directly in the sky, tearing a door to teleport!

"Roar!!!"

The bloodthirsty roar that shook the sky and the earth, like thunder and roar, entangled the huge portal on the sky, spilled out wisps of black smoke, obscuring the brilliance of the rising sun, and inside the weird dark cloud, there was a scarlet rain !

Tens of thousands of pounds of warm blood is like a **** of Tianhe, roaring and falling on the people, and in a flash, it gathers into countless streams of blood on the ground, and smears the people into the color of hell, and the air is filled with A strong and disgusting **** breath, that exudes death and tyrannical fear and coercion, is like a heavy sea, pressing on everyone's heart, some timid people even foamed at the mouth and fainted. Past.

And in this heavy rain of blood, a terrifying nightmare creation passed through the portal of the teleportation, bringing death and fear onto the battlefield.

It was a dragon, a **** dragon. Every strong muscle on his body, every hideous fang, was permeated with the unique aesthetics of violence and killing, and his muscles were as strong as a hill, covered in them. Scarlet dragon scales, huge dragon pupils, burning flames of blood soaring to the sky!

Those eyes did not reveal any sage of intelligent life, some were just pure bloodthirsty and violence. On his back, a bald mage in a gray robe arrogantly stared at the reptiles under his feet.

"As evidenced by the contract, I, Peturabo, once again bound by your real name and brought me slaughter! Crazy! Blood and death! Angron!"

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"Damn it! The size of this red dragon is at least a giant! An ancient dragon? Where did he get it?!"

"No! Red dragons are generally older than other dragons in the same age group, maybe just old age, not so scary!"

Painhurs gritted his teeth. A legendary mage was desperate enough. Originally, I thought that Breda would join forces, maybe there was a chance to kill him, but in the end there was a huge bloodthirsty red dragon!

"Kill that mage first!"

The warchief raised a finger, and the terrifying necrotic energy was so rich that it almost turned into a dead entity! Wherever it is pointed, the vegetation is withered, and everything is withered.

However, in the next second, the terrifying death energy suddenly became disordered! And back on the body of Painhurs, the surging wave of death roared and drowned the body of the white horse.

"A little warlock, dare to show off arcane magic in front of me? You should enjoy this death finger."

Peturabo stretched out his left palm. With the ability of the archmage to counter the control of spells, after he countered the death finger of the enemy, the terrible necromantic magic not only did not dissipate and disintegrate, but was instead by the Lord of Steel. It is firmly controlled in the palm of your hand, and Feng is still on the body of the user!

"And you, Breda, a spiritual warrior who can only stay in the sixth ring for the rest of his life, even if he breaks through the shackles of the legend? With an anti-magical shackle, think he can defeat me?"

Seeing the pale warlock being swallowed by death, he took a few steps back in pain. Zhan Shuai made a disdainful ridicule on the dragon's back. He threw a candle, flashing thunder in a flash, violent wind, and tyrannical whirlpool tornado. The nine interlocking summoning circles roared out! A full three-headed storm element, roaring, roaring, and spinning towards Bleda, the target is the forbidden demon shackles on his left wrist!

Even without the dragon's hands, the Lord of Steel has the absolute upper hand in the battle.

"His understanding of arcane magic is far above me. Tsk, he can't use arcane magic easily. Fortunately, this death refers to me resisting it. If he backfires a super magic night's caress. , The fun will be great!"

The warchief raised his left hand, and the eight-pointed black star gleamed with twisted brilliance in the scarlet rain of blood. However, this time, he could not perceive any chaotic magic, and the chaotic eight-pointed star suddenly turned into a dark vortex black hole. , Swallowed the white horse whole person! Everyone around me was stunned.

Pain Hess only felt the darkness before his eyes, the whole world was spinning around, and the death battlefield that rained on the blood of the last days disappeared. Instead, he found himself in a dazzling, brilliant crystal labyrinth, nine paved with all-colored crystals. The beautiful road, shining with all the known and indescribable crazy colors of all mortals, twisted and squirmed, slowly extending in nine different directions.

The densely packed crystal murals covering the surrounding walls are also changing their shapes every minute and every second. They not only reflect countless crazy colors, but also reflect the hope, pain, and pain of the staring person. Dreams and memories, every time the Pale Warlock stares at the wall for a second, there will be thousands of demon whispers, entwined between his ears, disturbing the thoughts of the warchief, and with the whispers of time, it becomes more and more noisy , Resounding.

At this moment, every mural depicts the night when he traded with the devil, the blue evil **** opened his abominable lips and whispered softly.

"I will give you the magic of chaos, but the price will only take you one second."

"Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

"What do you mean! It's already a second! Let me go back! I'm on the battlefield! Without my command, the Horde army will break out in chaos!"

Painhurs roared anxiously. He looked around and found that Magnus had also come to the inside of this infinitely changing labyrinth with himself. Behind it was a huge layer of diamond-like texture that shone with dazzling light. The walls are incompatible with the surrounding maze scenery.

"Yes, one second, one second in the real universe."

The gloomy, damp voice whispered in the chief's ear like a ghost.

"Time is chaotic, distorted, changing and uncertain. Let me calculate. One second of the real universe, now here, is equal to eternity."

The evil **** of the subspace laughed harshly.

"So, let's go back to the beginning of the problem!

You are indeed the only node linking the two worlds! The only person who dedicated the world's supernatural power! Therefore, we will tolerate you in every possible way.

But now, through the eight-pointed black star, you can perceive the use of divine art from the world of chaos, and we can also use this rune to summon you to my world! We can slowly test patience here and see how long you want to endure in this crazy maze before you can crawl under my feet and become my **** willingly! One year? a hundred years? A thousand years? a thousand years?

Oh, yes, time is meaningless here. Although you can feel the passage of time and go crazy slowly in tens of thousands of years, it will not have any effect on your physical body. "

The Pale Warlock immediately calmed down, thinking about how to get out of trouble. Since he can be teleported over, he can naturally also be teleported back. Why must he listen to the evil god's orders? Moreover, the chaotic energy here is quite strong, for example, transfer from another world?

Thinking of this, Painhurs immediately instantly teleported to another world and took Magnus away, but found that he had only teleported to a position a few feet behind him! Just getting closer to the diamond wall, still not out of the labyrinth of transformation.

This thing hinders their own transmission.

The warchief gently stroked the diamond wall, a beam of turquoise death ray, whizzing out from his fingertips! The walls of magnificent and brilliant diamonds are densely covered with emerald green death cracks, and a full three cubic meters of space is disintegrated from the molecular level! However, this smooth and flat gap, compared with the entire diamond wall, is like ants and giant elephants, not worth mentioning.

"Smart, thought of it so quickly, but you gave me no choice."

The warchief has not yet performed the second attack, the ever-changing labyrinth has changed again, and the four crystal mirrors have turned into portals for teleportation!

In the first door, a half-human half-bird with two heads walked out. He had a human body and four branches. His wings, neck and head were similar to a swan, and the feathers all over his body were gorgeous and extraordinary, gradually changing from azure blue to purple.

In the second door, walked out a bloodthirsty demon lingering in the blood mist, sharp horns, hideous face, weird sheep's hooves, and wide bat wings, like a profane creature from a fairy tale. .

In the third door, an elegant and haughty green dragon walked out, with a slender body and neck, densely covered with green dragon scales. His posture was so elegant, but countless flies entangled his long decaying corpse. Every piece of flesh and blood, every piece of dragon scales is decayed and purulent, and the foul-smelling thick juice drips under the four claws, turning into a foul-smelling and corrupt path of disease.

In the last door, a graceful and **** woman walked out slowly, twisting her **** waist. She was as beautiful as a sculpture, exuding fatal charm in every gesture.

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