Section 1102: Delivering the Message

Of course, it is not easy to implement this plan, and there will even be many variables. In order to reduce the variables, the big devil also tried his best. For example, the sky became a no-fly zone, which was one of the preventive measures.

After hearing this, Angel was completely stunned.

According to Canaan's description, the horror of the Void Shock is comparable to a full blow from a demon lord. Such high-intensity range damage is enough to bring a devastating blow to the wizard on the ice floe.

After the shock, Angel became a little flustered.

It was okay if he didn't know about it. Once he knew about the purge plan, he felt a little uneasy.

He always felt like he should do something.

Angel didn't care about the life or death of the wizards in the Frost Moon Alliance, but it was impossible for him not to care about the safety of Sanders and Kanter. Once they encounter the Void Shock, their fate will be unpredictable!

"No, we must not let this happen." Angel thought to himself, "We must find a way to pass on this plan."

After experiencing the initial panic, Angel slowly calmed down.

Even if you really want to spread the word, you must at least fully understand the plan.

Angel looked at Canaan.

After Canaan finished talking about what had happened before, he quietly walked aside. He seemed to understand the ups and downs in Angel's heart and gave Angel a separate space to think.

"What are the prerequisites for executing this plan? Also, when will this plan be implemented?"

When Canaan heard this question, he already understood what the shop owner was thinking.

"First of all, let the device that stabilizes space energy run retrograde, which takes a certain amount of time. Secondly, in order not to harm Rasudran, the Void Shock must hit the exact location, which is the high altitude where the ice floe is. This also requires an adjustment process. I actually don’t know when the plan will be implemented, but..." Canaan raised his head and looked at the drifting ice floe on the fiery red sky: "Once the plan is to be implemented, the big demon attacking the ice floe will inevitably retreat."

While Canaan was talking, Angel also raised his head and saw a golden light passing through the sky, hitting the ice floe like a meteor.

"That's Edesinos." Canaan pointed at the golden light and said, "It's also one of the seven seats in the Void Tower."

A new big demon joined the battle in the sky, so the number of big demons besieging the ice floe reached three. This will increase the pressure for the wizard in battle, but at the same time, he also represents a message

At least, for now, it will take some time for the plan to eliminate humans to be implemented. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Erdesinos to join the battle now.

Angel's tense heartstrings relaxed a little. At least, he still had time.

However, it is not an easy task to convey the message to the ice floe. The sky has become a no-fly zone, and countless demons are staring at the sky eagerly. If there is any abnormal movement, they will be shot down.

Angel began to think about how to deliver the message.

But after thinking of many ways and simulating it countless times in my mind, I couldn't break through the no-fly zone that was heavily guarded by demons.

Angel even had his mind set on Canaan. As a member of Rasudran, Canaan shouldn't be blocked when it flies high into the sky, right? But when Angel looked at Canaan, he found that it was pale and using some kind of water therapy to restore and improve the wound.

Canaan's injury has not healed, and it is from the demon camp. It is not easy to tell him this news when he knows that he is a human. It's a bit difficult to let it deliver the message.

Angel secretly glanced at Fafnir. At this time, Fafnir was still watching the battle in the sky with an interested expression, treating it as a stage play.

If it were to beg Fafnir, it would probably be fruitless.

While Angel was still thinking about a solution, he heard Canaan whisper from the side: "Here comes another one."

Angel raised his head and found another figure flying high into the sky from somewhere on the ground. And this figure, Angel also knew, was Iyadase, who had bone wings on his back and his whole body was covered in black bone armor.

Iyadase also joined the battle in the sky.

"As expected." Canaan suddenly sighed, making Angel look sideways.

"I guess the big devil's idea is to leave a stabilizing device to reversely control space energy. The remaining big devils are deployed everywhere to stabilize Rasudran from the impact of the void shock. After doing this, they will fly to the floating The purpose of blocking on the ice is to prevent humans from escaping as much as possible, so they arrange for big demons to come forward one by one to compress the space for human activities and eliminate variables for the final void shock. "

After Canaan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Angel, and then pointed in the direction of the rain cloud cage.

"I can feel that Nitotip is fighting the human wizard in that direction. Once the battle is over, Nitotip will probably fly high into the sky."

Is Nitotipu fighting in the rain cloud cage? After this thought flashed through Angel's mind, he suddenly realized that Canaan's words were probably to remind him of the problem of time.

If the message is to be delivered, it seems there is still some time. However, as the big demons flew into the sky one by one to compress the human space, when Angel wanted to deliver the message, he not only had to face the obstruction of other demons, but also had to face the big demons besieging the ice floe.

So if you really want to pass on the message, you have to do it as soon as possible. Not only because of the problem of the big devil, but also to give humans time to react and respond.

However, what annoyed Angel was that until now, he still had no reliable way to pass on the message.

…

At this time, Baphomet was fighting with the Minotaur who looked exactly like it. It knew that this was an illusion created by the wizard, but it did not expect that the combat power of this illusion would be so strong, and the tactics and skills used were exactly the same as it. Baphomet did not understand at all how the wizard who released this illusion did it?

"Could it be that he can read minds?"

This thought was not only for Baphomet. The Minotaur, who was also in the nightmare of the black tower, was also thinking about this question at this time.

Like Baphomet, it was being attacked by a mirror image.

The power of this mirror image was beyond the imagination of the Minotaur. The most important thing was that some of its unique moves had never been used before, but the mirror image could actually use them, and the timing chosen was just right to cause damage to it.

This is more than just mind reading. It seems that when he is here, all of its fighting thoughts and fighting methods are revealed?

This makes the Minotaur feel suspicious. Can human illusions reach this level?

After another intense contact with the mirror image, the Minotaur turned into black mist and retreated to the top of the black tower. It lowered its head and looked at its arm. Because of the previous collision, it was not only red with blood, but also had traces of erosion.

"The feeling of hand-to-hand combat is completely real, and even the erosion effect of the black mist is there. Is this really an illusion mirror image?" The Minotaur looked at the mirror image hanging under the full moon and confronting him. His expression changed from suspicion at the beginning to surprise.

The Minotaur, who regards fighting as a lifelong creed, has fought with humans, demons, monsters, and even a quasi-lord. After so many battles, this battle is the most novel and exciting for it.

The opponent is himself, and the opponent has the same strong physique and rich fighting skills.

Minotaur wanted to know what would be the result of the battle with "himself"?

Aroused by a stronger desire to fight, Minotaur frantically condensed his blood, and fought desperately with the mirror image.

The situation in the nightmare of the black tower was all seen by the wizards outside. Even though they were now in the same camp as Sanders, they felt scared when they saw that a single illusion could hold back two big demons, and even the illusion created was not weaker than the big demon.

This is the master of illusion, worthy of being called the God of War in the South.

Even Monk was shocked. If he were to deal with these two big demons, he probably couldn't do better than Sanders.

Feeling the earth-shaking battle in the illusion, all the wizards' evaluation of Sanders in their hearts rose again.

However, Sanders himself became paler and paler. Moreover, as the battle in the nightmare became more intense, he felt more uncomfortable.

All the destruction in the nightmare would be imposed on himself. It seemed that the fight was evenly matched, but as the nightmare was destroyed, Sanders was very uncomfortable.

In less than a moment, his eyes were full of bloodshot: "Sir Monkey, we can't drag it on any longer. I can hold on for at most one minute, and the black tower maze will be broken."

Monkey also saw that Sanders's condition was taking a sharp turn for the worse. At present, apart from himself, Sanders is the strongest combat force, and he can't be wasted here.

Thinking of this, Monkey frowned: "It seems that I have to use that card."

After Monkey made a decision, he turned his head and looked at the floating ice. As the Frost Moon wizards avoided one by one, a male wizard with extremely exaggerated dress finally appeared in the place where his eyes were.

This is a very ordinary first-level wizard. In other places, he may be a powerful high-end combat force, but in Rasuderlan, he can only be called cannon fodder in many cases.

But now, the wizards of the entire Frost Moon Alliance, including Monkey, have set their sights on him, which makes everyone feel a little unusual.

As everyone looked at him, the focus of attention did not feel uncomfortable at all, and even showed an expression of enjoyment.

He held his head high and walked towards Monkey with a pace like a stage play.

"Oh, respected Monk, why did you call me here?" The cadence of the aria, combined with his rich expression, seemed as if this was not a battlefield, but a stage.

It made people want to... beat him up.

"Ming, do you have Kundera's work?" Monkey asked.