Five Hundred and Forty-Six Figures Who Are Not Alone
"No matter how darkness covers the earth, when the sun rises, light will eventually come to the world!" In an open space, an old magician put his hands on his chest and kept chanting with his eyes closed.
Standing beside him, another magician did the same. Their movements are in unison, as if their bodies are connected by something.
Only a few steps away from them, another magician was doing the same thing, singing the same sentence: "I am willing to give up my life and burn my soul! To dispel this terrible evil Darkness, come to the world for light!"
Looking along the four magicians, there are more magicians with their hands on their chests, their eyes closed, and their mouths chanting. Their voices joined together and echoed in the sky.
As the chanting continued to accelerate, their sentences began to become a little vague, and their tone of voice began to become rhythmic. And these seemingly disorganized standing magicians also began to light up with silver lines under their feet.
These lines spread among the crowd, connected with each other, and finally formed strange symbols one after another.
As a result, the magic inscriptions carved on the ground one after another were filled with light, and the lines connecting these magicians became extremely dazzling.
At the beginning of these changes, these magicians began to open their arms, hold their arms horizontally, spread their palms, and raise their chins.
Each of their faces is lined with wrinkles, and some even have the dreaded age spots.
There are also some people who seem to be just middle-aged, but their voices are already old. In terms of age, these seemingly young people are already veterans in the magical world.
"...bugalusatu..." The low-pitched mantra reverberated on the ground, as if it had condensed into substance, knocking on the surrounding space, as if trying to break free.
Huge magical power gushed out from the bodies of these old magicians, like a ignited flame, raging in the air, so sticky that it was difficult to breathe.
Because of the surge of magic power, their figures began to become distorted. With the continuous transpiration and fluctuation of the airflow, these people seemed to be enveloped in steam, and their bodies also bent out of shape with the restlessness of the airflow.
Seeing that a huge super magic is being formed, the old man standing in the center of this super huge magic circle finally opened his eyes at this time.
He stared at the beam of light that also burst out with huge magical energy in the distance,
Looking at the huge beam of light that the world calls the Eye of Magic.
"Human magic is not as overbearing as that of dragons, nor as subtle as that of elves." The wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like flowers in the distorted airflow, and his white hair also scattered, rising with the airflow Fluttering, unrestrained like a Sanxian.
He looked calm, and didn't care at all that the magic in his body was constantly churning along with the spells chanted by the magicians around him, hitting his body.
"However, weak humans have developed a kind of magic that neither the elves nor the dragons have, and have improved and developed this magic until today."
"Thousands of years in the past, weak humans have relied on this magic to block the invasion of demons..."
"For thousands of years, our ancestors have used this method - our own method...to bring peace to this world!"
"Although magicians have made many stupid mistakes, magicians have never forgotten this mission! Whenever evil comes, there will be magicians fighting for this world to the last moment!"
"This is the noble capital of magicians, this is the reason why magicians are called gods, this... is what magicians are really proud of..."
"Travish... my old friend, you are wrong... when a magician is not willing to pay the price for his pride and nobility, he is already wrong! You make yourself a god, but you are not willing to perform God's responsibility, so you are wrong!"
"Chris, little guy, no matter how much you look down on magicians, no matter how powerful your 'science and technology' from nowhere... Please open your eyes and see clearly, magicians in this world, How do you use your own way to protect this world!"
"Watch it carefully! Chris! Don't thank me... Make the most of this short time! Chris... You are our last hope!"
"We will eventually turn into dust and live forever with this world! We will eventually return to destiny and light up hope for this world!"
"In the name of Wulong Sadlai... the ceremony is completed! It is called sacrifice!" After whispering what he wanted to say, Long Sadlai, like everyone else, spread his arms and released himself The body no longer accepts the huge magic power he controls.
These magical energies and all the surrounding magical energies gathered together to form an unprecedented huge energy. Following the gaze of Longsardlai, it hit into the huge beam of light of the Magic Eye.
Weak human beings have been researching for thousands of years and have used countless times the super forbidden spell that can only target the magic eye, the so-called sealing magic that requires at least ten people to activate, and the mysterious existence called the Great Sacrifice Technique— — At this moment, a terrifying power erupted.
Vivienne's father had used a large sacrifice technique before, and this time, the large sacrifice technique presided over by Longsadry used a full hundred senior magicians! They launched this super magic forbidden spell together, and together they launched a seal on the magic eye near Grekon.
The outermost old magicians fell slowly as if their souls had been taken out, and then the inner magicians followed and fell into the magic circle.
Circles of magicians fell down, but the huge magic energy increased little by little. At the last second, Longsardley lowered his arms with a smile on his face, and the entire magic circle fell silent.
The light on the ground disappeared, and the lines that used to communicate with magical energy have now turned into scorched black ravines emitting light smoke.
The moment Longsa Delai fell, the huge light beam of the magic eye in the distance began to dim a little bit amidst the violent magic shock.
Restless magic energy collided in the beam of light, making the entire magic eye extremely unstable. This space magic seemed to be disturbed by an unprecedentedly powerful magical energy, it began to be confused, collapsed, and lost control a little bit.
Even, the ground near the magic eye began to crack, and the demons standing on the ground hugged their heads in pain and screamed.
Even if it is just the energy diffused from the magic eye, the monsters created by these magic sources are uncomfortable.
Not only were the demons around the magic eye affected by the unbearable magic energy, after the huge magic eye dimmed, the army of demons that kept gushing out also began to decrease.
At first, it just reduced the number, and then it became very few demons came out of the beam of light. Finally, the reappearing demons begin to be incomplete.
When a demon stretched out an arm from the magic eye, it was the only arm that fell to the ground. Black blood flowed out along the section of the arm, and the palm on the arm was still twitching non-stop.
It is almost exactly the same as the backlash effect after the failure of space magic, and the surrounding space is messy. Only this time, the space is distorted, and the scope of self-healing is much, much larger.
One hundred high-level magicians volunteered their lives, and the sacrificial magic they used completely interfered with the magic eye near Greikon. Just like hundreds of years ago, it once again fell into an unstable state of sleep, unable to send out countless demons.
Although some demon dogs will still appear, the number has been suppressed within the normal range.
These demons who passed through the distorted space by chance, no matter in quantity or quality, can no longer pose a huge threat to this world.
"Your Excellency the Great Magister..." The crumbling Greckon Volan Pass, the human line of defense, watched the clear magic attack, the fat female mage had tears in her eyes, and chanted the old man's old title.
She has been called this title since she was sensible. Although this title was replaced by His Excellency Fa Sheng not long ago, she is still used to calling that old man who deserves her respect.
In the spacious and bright office in the distant Alan Hill, there was a crisp sound suddenly. When Luther rushed into Chris's office, what he saw was that Chris was using his arm to sweep away all the memorials on the desk.
The glass that Chris has used for more than five years, the first batch of glass produced by Alan Hill, any glass that is priceless on the market, was smashed to pieces, those placed on the emperor's majesty The priceless things on the desk are scattered on the floor at this moment.
His Majesty's favorite fountain pen was broken into two pieces. Many memorials approved by that fountain pen have changed the fate of the world.
There was also that ordinary-looking telephone, with corpses scattered and scattered at the door at this moment—it was a telephone that could be connected to the nuclear counterattack line by grabbing it!
"What's the matter, Your Majesty!" Luther and the Guards guards looked at the messy office and His Majesty the Emperor with a frosty face, and asked uneasily.
"Clean up here!" Chris did not answer Luther's question, but raised his foot and walked out: "Go to Princess Vivienne!...Also, let Princess Luna come to see me!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Luther gave a look to a guard beside him, then turned around and followed Chris who walked out the door.
Only at this time did he vaguely hear His Majesty the Emperor in front of him curse: "Old man..."
An hour later, the news of the death of Saint Longsard Lafayette and more than a hundred high-ranking magicians of Grekken spread throughout Ireland and the entire Magic Continent.