Chapter 944 Meteor Wind World War II (2) Ends

Now that he knows that his enemy may come to the designated place to join the battle at any time, as a legendary mage who likes to prepare in advance, how can Punk not arrange powerful and effective means to deal with the enemy and wait for the enemy to "take the bait"? Insidious spellcasters never care about the so-called fairness and justice.

So at the very beginning of the plan, the legendary mage did not hesitate to spend time and casting materials to set up the "Bernese Chain Trap". At the position where the battle may occur, this enchantment spell is like a big web extending spider silk. Covering a vast area, the dense runes are hidden under a large area of ​​normal and ordinary laws, just like a predator hides its fangs and claws in the shadows, only waiting for the enemy to throw itself into the net, the bloodiest cold light will burst out.

It is true that Punk's enchantment spells are really not that good. The traps he set up are actually of average level. The powerful hidden function of the enchantment trap spells has not been brought into play by "Whispers of Destruction". Now this "Berness Chain Trap" The hidden effect is like covering a pothole with a layer of hay.

But even so, poor Art Dillon still didn't notice anything, he strode into the trap without hesitation... and never got a chance to come out again.

It wasn't until the golden chains clung to his body like swimming snakes, and the god howling like a wild beast realized that he had ruined his last chance of survival with his own hands. However, at this moment, he could only pull the chains hard The tough shackles tied to his arms and his neck seemed to be stuck and he cursed loudly:

"No! Despicable bastards! Do you cowards have the guts to come and fight me? Do you have the guts to come and fight me?"

Struggling hard and trying to manipulate divine power to cut off the chain, the Hurricane God, who was standing on the broken ground, let out the loudest roar facing the gloomy spellcaster in the distance. Thunder raged in the space with frost, but the biting ice But it couldn't break the heavy chains one bit.

Only after less than a second passed, Art Dillon, who was strangled by chains around his neck, could hardly even make a sound.

"Sad god...forget it, we've wasted too much time, next, it's time to put an end to this boring battle."

Ignoring the hysterical glare of the God of Hurricane, Punk, who had no emotion, just skillfully prepared a new legendary spell.

Of course, even if the grinning beast has been put in a cage temporarily, the cautious legendary mage still won't take it lightly. In order not to destroy the chains that bind powerful enemies and his most valued morning star golem armor, he decided to use it from a distance. The spell with remarkable single-target killing effect cut Art Dylan's exposed head, and finally beheaded this sad enemy!

And for the sake of safety, the hidden girl and her god and the legendary knight with bloody eyes also stood at the same distance as the caster to be cautious.

In other words... It is more appropriate to describe the state of the other two people as "observing the ceremony from a distance". After all, for the legendary mage who is calm and calm, the prey has been firmly imprisoned, and what he has to do next... ...just simply "executing" a god!

"..."

"Am I... am I going to die like this, like a wild beast in a cage, falling in obscurity and deplorable desolation"...

Dimly feeling the dangerous breath locked between the eyebrows, Art Dillon's slightly sober mind quickly realized that he had been locked by the enemy's attack because all the believers he possessed died at the end, and his tired tense muscles tried to Dodging, but the joints bound tightly by the chains made him unable to move like fish on a chopping board.

"Heh... It's over, is my failed life finally coming to an end?"...

Reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​struggling with brute force, Art Dillon, who tried to continue thinking about ways to escape, felt that his thinking seemed to be clouded by a layer of haze.

He couldn't think of anything, and he couldn't think of anything clearly.

In fact, at this moment, the God of Hurricane is really at a loss. "Bernes' Chain Trap" is not so easy to break free. A large number of mana chains are like the most solid shackles wrapped around Art Dylan's limbs. The captured beast could still barely stand, but he could no longer approach his enemy any further.

The enemy is right in front of him but he can't move his feet, he is full of scars and wants to burst out the final strength but he can't do it. I'm afraid no one can know how the mood of the Hurricane God is mixed, but there is no doubt that the voice Driven by courage, the hoarse beast has come to the end of its life after all...

"laugh"!

The gray-black sharp awn that burst from the distant sky turned into a cold sharp blade, and this slender but extremely sharp "long knife" slashed on Art Dillon's head with incomparable precision, because there was no It is covered by armor, so the energy full of the law of destruction can be easily cut into the flesh and blood of the gods like cutting tofu with a sharp knife.

"Ah! It hurts so much. After such a blow, I'm not dead yet. My bones are so strong."

Feeling the explosive pain exploding in his mind, Art Dillon, who instantly lost his light due to the shattering of his pupils, only felt sad from his heart.

Since the armor of the Morningstar Golem does not have the protective component of a "helmet", the high-spirited Hurricane God once specially modified his own skull to make it as hard as the morningstar-level magic material, but what he did not expect was that he There will be a day when "you have to suffer more humiliation and torture because your head is too strong."

Undoubtedly, the specially reinforced skull withstood the first attack of "Whispers of Destruction". The seriously injured Atdylan did not lose his life happily. Next, the poor Hurricane God is doomed to have no way to struggle Withstood more attacks, until his hard head was shredded by spells, until the cracked soul was wiped out into nothingness under the force of destruction.

Unable to move and waiting for the enemy to kill him, for a god, there is nothing more sad and painful than this, accompanied by another sharp cutting spell on his wound, the skull cracked The , tranced Atdylan suddenly thought of the warning words that a blue dragon had left for him.

"Sad god, take this priesthood from me. It once allowed me to sit on the throne of arrogance, and it also made me enter a desperate situation today... I congratulate you in the name of the god of the hurricane Step into a new peak, and curse you into the abyss of despair in the name of "The Calamity of Wind"! Yes, Art Dillon, you killed me, but don't forget, one day...you will also be ...the next me"!

"You got it right... my strong enemy, my best friend..."

Feeling the final groan from the overwhelmed skull, feeling that the third slash touched the wound in an instant, Art Dillon finally closed his eyes with a self-deprecating smile.

So far, the frost is flying, so far, the wind and the sea are calm.