Chapter 1127 The Battle of Orange and Red (3) Dao Mang

Light, endless light, and terrifying heat are flying and spreading out together with the solid brilliance debris, the astonishingly bright polar day is even enough to make the soul of the legendary strong man feel a tingle.

It must be admitted that the intertwined and eruptive energy of the three morning star ultimate moves is absolutely amazing. When the flash of light that covers every fluctuation of the law in the space turns into a giant with a diameter of tens of millions of kilometers on the earth When the elliptical sphere was formed, a brand new sun rose gradually on the battlefield between the four top powerhouses.

So at this moment, in this great wasteland not far from the Hatak Empire, except for the cold and insulated rock formations of the Faerun Plane that have existed since ancient times, all the people within the range affected by the explosion Matter, energy, and laws were all undoubtedly and naturally evaporated in an instant. Punk and Anthony, who were relatively close to the center of the explosion, were directly blown away by the shock wave with astonishing potential.

Even due to the unavoidable violent energy impact, the magic protection on "Whisper of Destruction" took almost a split second before being directly shattered by three layers by the explosion of the earth-shattering law. This also shows that this morning star ultimate move What kind of frightening destructive power does a frontal collision have.

"Motlett, are you ready for your damn, damn, dawdling "super" magic spell to end the horse? Kona and I can't help you stop this monster indefinitely"!

Half-kneeling on the truly spotless gray-white rock formation, Anthony, who was also blown far away and whose shield status and even soul status were worse than Punk's, finally couldn't help but roared at his slow-moving companion.

This is not because "Clean Glow", who can always maintain a friendly smile on weekdays, has a bad temper, but because he is really impatient.

After all, in the face of a "monster" capable of besieging with three tough people and using the Morning Star spell to counterattack, it is absolutely impossible for the main challenger, Priest Morning Star, to say that he is not nervous. The ringing in his ears was getting louder, but the ominous premonition and speculation in his heart were becoming more and more intense-after receiving so much pressure and urging, even a person with a good temper might not be able to resist swearing.

What's more, the "good temper" of "Clean Glow" was originally pretended......

Of course, no matter what the process is, what should come will come after all, at least the fact will always prove to the leader from time to time-sometimes it is necessary to properly urge the dawdling subordinates.

For example, after Anthony got angry, Motlet, who was sweating profusely and slowly injecting energy into the magic model in his hand, managed to complete the "super magic" that his companions had high hopes for. When the shock wave of the explosion swept across the battlefield and destroyed everything that could not reach the level of the morning star, the male priest who was carefully trying to control the small ball of entangled light threads in his palm was finally able to answer Anthony's words while rolling his eyes to look for the one who was blown away. "Whispers of Destruction".

"Don't worry, I have completed my magic spell, that arrogant caster is about to usher in his doomsday"!

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Motlet's tone was trembling, but he seemed very confident.

He believed in the morning star magic in his hands, and he also believed that his two companions must be able to stop the enemy's counterattack. Completely abandon high-end defense and invest all energy and divine power in the only killer weapon.

And just like Motlet believed that his attack would surely win the game, Anthony, who was a bit embarrassed after a morning star explosion, naturally believed in his own ability. He believed that he would never let the spellcaster break through because he was exhausted. "Impenetrable" line of defense, he also believes that the truth that "two fists are hard to defeat four hands" is always valid.

The clergy are always so confident, aren't they?

In fact, at this moment, the very optimistic "Clean Glow" is still planning to prevent Punk from escaping and searching for loot:

"Punk is a spellcaster who is good at combining various spells to fight. When he finds that he is invincible, he should choose to use some hole cards to escape, and the white staff he always holds in his hand is a magic weapon. A piece of magic equipment? Well, maybe the key to this guy's escape lies in that staff, and it must be blocked in time... According to His Royal Highness Tire, that Kona's combat effectiveness and Experience seems to be much better than Motlett's, as expected such an important task has to be handed over to her, as for Motlett..."

motlett......

Lite......

When the troubled thoughts came to this point, "Clean Glow", who had been paying close attention to Punk's position, suddenly froze.

Because it was on his right side, right where Motlett, who was using divine magic to lock the target, was watching from the corner of his eye... I saw the hazy shadow of Morning Star Priest Motlett. Suddenly, there was no sign of twisting and trembling.

Immediately afterwards, under the silent overlooking of the orange-red sky, amidst the raging noise of the storm of law, a beautiful girl with long silver-white hair and lavender eyes maintained an absolutely silent posture in front of the completely unresponsive man. The pastor suddenly appeared behind him...

"..."

"No! Motlett! You idiot! Get out of the way!"

"Clang clang"!

Almost at the same time when "Clean Glow" suddenly turned his head to his right, a clear metallic sound accompanied by tearing space fluctuations instantly resounded throughout the battlefield, until the cold blade reflected in the sky. When the blazing fire was shining brightly, Anthony's roar was completely unable to stop the sharp light that represented death from coming out of his body.

Yes, late, too late!

The reminder from his teammates was too late for the wide-eyed Motlet with an unbelievable expression on his face, because it was right beside him, right next to his only two layers of divine magic defense shields. Above, a blade of light like a fallen leaf across the autumn water has already galloped from the dancing shadows, and the sharp eyes of the beautiful girl locked the enemy's soul firmly!

The Solidification Spell of the Blade of Setes——Show your sharpness!

Morning Star Golem Solidification Spell - Nether Spike!