Soul of Burning Steel

Just as Nostradamus stepped out and passed through the dark blue space-time gate, he suddenly felt that his body had transformed into some kind of ineffable strange existence between soul and matter. Guided by the spell runes, the old mage simply crossed the gap between worlds and came to the other side of the door.

The powerful soul of [Soul Ultimate Intention] allows Nostradamus to see many things that other people cannot see. When passing through the gap in the world, he saw it. Near his destination, indeed There is a small space-time narrow passage that is slowly expanding, and the majestic chaotic atmosphere is surging, as if it wants to open a hole in the barrier of the world again.

——At this speed, it will probably take more than a month before the gate of time and space will reopen, so there is no rush.

Nostradamus calculated in his heart, and at the same time, his body completely passed through the dark blue door, and his feet were already standing on the white ice and snow.

At the moment when the teleportation ended, the old mage covered his forehead. While maintaining his balance, he also suppressed the dizziness in his mind. The white-haired elder couldn't help but sighed, "No matter how many times or not How to get used to it... It seems that as long as you are still a human being, you can't bear the sense of confusion caused by teleportation."

After finishing speaking, he looked around, and the mountains and forests covered in silver and white came into view. The dark clouds also blocked the brilliance of the double moon. Nostradamus adjusted his glasses and looked at the surrounding situation: " Speaking of which, it's true that I haven't been here for a long time, and the last time I came to the Northland seemed to be more than 20 years ago... so where is this?"

Due to the unavoidable interference of natural factors, the time-space door of the old mage opened a little crookedly. He did not come to his expected destination, which is the Black Forest Fortress in Moldova, but appeared in a strange place.

Looking up at the sky, confirming the trajectory of the moon and the clouds, and then observing the scene of the distant mountains, Nostradamus said thoughtfully: "The crooked is too far away, and it was actually teleported to the Great Egypt. In the north of the Aspen Mountains...there are too many space-time narrow passages here, even for me, it is a bit difficult to teleport without coordinates."

"Let's fly over."

After deciding on the next course of action, he used spells to confirm the direction again. Nostradamus nodded, then stretched out his left hand with two cyan magic rings, and pressed it towards the void.

In an instant, the magic power surged, the elements churned, and the extremely cold wind in the north was easily restrained by the twinkling brilliance of the two magic rings. The atmosphere and gravity were pushed aside under the power of the spell, and the invisible force turned into a spinning ball. The gorgeous magic circle condensed into a flying carpet and appeared under the old mage, and then lifted it into the sky.

"Since we have teleported to the north of the Northland, there is no need to rush there directly... I am more interested in that Joshua of Radcliffe's house than going to seal the time-space gate right away."

Nostradamus, who was wrapped in spells and rose to an altitude of several thousand meters, had passed through the clouds and saw the bright double moons again. Standing in the void, he murmured: "With my own power, destroy The time-space gate...is really incredible."

This is not a fuss made by the old mage. It should be noted that no matter what kind of time-space gate, its complex structure and hidden nodes are by no means something ordinary people can observe at will. Chadamus believed that even he could not complete the analysis of the time-space gate within a few hours, let alone do such a thing in battle.

But facts speak louder than words. Whether the old mage believes it or not, there is indeed a warrior who saw through all the magic nodes contained in an unknown time-space gate within a few minutes between battles, and within five minutes after that within a short period of time, it will all be shattered—this is not a fantasy, but a reality that happened not long ago.

"Every time I hear this kind of news, I always feel that I am really old..."

With a sigh, Nostradamus controlled the ice wind and magic power, and sat on the magical flying carpet. He was in the clouds and began to pass through the Great Ajax Mountains at an unhurried speed.

Time passed slowly, and now it is 832 years of Starfall, January 5th.

Nostradamus has come to the southern part of the Great Ajax Mountains, in the territory of Moldavia.

In the past few days, the old mage has crossed several black forests and secret realms in the Northland, and the strong residual atmosphere of chaos made him frown. After more than a week, those chaotic forces like gray mist still haven't dissipated, and there are still quite a few remnants.

"This amount is really no small matter, and the transmission speed is too fast. Fortunately, the time-space gate was destroyed in time, otherwise the entire Northland would fall into chaos..."

Staying over a small piece of black forest in Moldavia, Nostradamus collected some chaotic breath, he shook his head and sighed: "There is no way to send a large number of people to purify this place from the holy mountain, if spring When it arrives, the ice and snow will be unsealed, and the breath of chaos will seep into the earth, and it will be very troublesome to purify it at that time."

While thinking about the follow-up treatment of the forces of chaos, the white-haired mage had already arrived at the snowfield around the main city of Moldavia. In the sky, Nostradamus could vaguely see the huge black city wall in the distance.

But just as he was about to start descending and go to the main city to visit the young warrior who miraculously destroyed the gate of time and space, Nostradamus suddenly frowned, instead of paying attention to the main city, but He looked down at the snow field below him.

From the magic perspective of Mage Extreme Intent, two huge whirlpools suddenly appeared on the originally pure white snow field, and two extremely terrifying fighting spirits were condensing on this land.

"What……"

Confused in a low voice, Nostradamus stopped all his actions. He hid his figure among the high-altitude clouds, and then released spells to detect the situation below.

On the snow-covered land, in the middle of the snow field, there was a tall man in black leather standing in the center of the red vortex, and beside him was a silver-haired girl. The two seemed to be waiting for someone, while the other was driving the vortex. With a stream of dark blue fighting air, he hurried towards this direction.

The waiting soldier was tall and his muscles were so strong that he could even stretch the leather jacket so tight that it would tear apart. It could be seen from his naked body that he had tempered every tendon in his body to the extreme. The turbulent life force like a great river circulated in this warrior's body, making every beat of his heart extremely heavy and frightening.

In terms of appearance alone, this soldier is not bad, and even has a bit of tough beauty, but on his calm face, there is a fear in the heart, as if he is going to choose someone to devour him in the next moment. breath.

As for the running man, there was no trace of aura leaking from his body, even if his fighting spirit was released, and his body was full of soul light, the whole person seemed to be non-existent, which made it impossible for people to lock on mentally.

"Brandon..."

As an old friend of the current patriarch of the Chaos family, Nostradamus naturally knew his son, a talented swordsman in the mage family. And Brandon's current performance did not tarnish his reputation. The white-haired mage was sure that, judging from his aura alone, this handsome blond swordsman had now completely mastered the glory of his soul, and he was well prepared to advance in the future. The cornerstone of the [Ultimate Intention of the Soul].

But even so, he was still vaguely overwhelmed by that tall warrior.

With the strength of the ultimate mage, Nostradamus can naturally see why.

The traits contained in the fighting spirit of the two are similar but completely different wills—under the dark blue fighting spirit of the blond swordsman, there is a holy and holy light that vows to wipe out all evil and unclean things, while the black swordsman In the warrior's red fighting spirit, there is an extremely ferocious black wave that only exists for fighting and destroying.

If Brandon is the unparalleled sword master who wields double swords and fighting spirit, then the warrior standing in the middle of the snow field is the steel god of war bathed in blood and fire!

The state is not good recently, and the subsequent fighting chapters are relatively watery. I recommend skipping and watching... I am indeed a little dissatisfied.