Chapter 380 379 Ninth Level

Chapter 380 379. Ninth Level

The gap caused by the penetration of magic gradually broke with each flap, and the front wings of the dyed butterfly finally could not maintain it, drooping down little by little, like a wilted grass leaf, draped on the butterfly abdomen which also had an embarrassing scar.

The hazy purple light curtain leaked out from the scar on the butterfly abdomen, and the light circle that kept rotating underneath could be vaguely seen.

The compound eyes of the dyed butterfly flickered, and darkness prevailed in the extremely high-frequency flashing. Like a toy with power off, the huge body fell rapidly from the sky, and a roar resounded through the mountains, startling countless birds. They ignored the powerful dye, made waves of uneasy chirping, and flew away quickly.

In the fallen trees, the trembling butterfly wings were still trying to make flapping movements. With every attempt, the surrounding magic power would be a little thinner.

At the same time, in the continuous snow-capped mountains, the ice crystal elements and the frogman coalition were shocked to find that the dye in the distance had lost order and was no longer moving in unison towards the top of the mountain.

The frogman bulged his huge eyelids and looked suspiciously at the elemental life formed by irregular ice crystals beside him.

"Dye... can't be felt, suddenly, it disappeared."

The survivors in the underground pipeline of Port Demoris looked at the dye in the underground pipeline in surprise, twisting their bodies like a convulsion, and finally fell into the drainage ditch, flowing downstream, and hit the stone wall at the bend heavily.

The survivors who were still frightened looked at their bodies in disbelief and slapped their faces hard.

The dye was only a few meters away from them, but...

"Not dyed, not dyed, this is the God of Light protecting us!"

The same thing happened in the Red Flame Mountains, Broken Gold City, and outside the Maple Blood Castle.

Because of its huge size, many survivors witnessed the scene of the dyed butterfly falling straight to the ground. Nearly a hundred high-level magicians of various races, led by the Church, set out again, carefully searching for its traces along the way.

The dyed on the ground were in complete chaos.

Some dyed screamed and fell into madness, ignoring the obstacles in front of them and crashing into them with their flesh and blood, as if they were self-mutilating; some dyed were stuck in a tunnel at knee height and could not move; some were constantly hitting the wall, ignoring the road that was just one step away and could be walked.

The leader of the high-level magicians was the seventh-level glorious incarnation of the Church, Light Hammer. He calmly and carefully lowered his altitude and approached these crazy dyed.

Under the tense gaze of high-level magicians of various races, the light hammer approached the dyed one who had been rubbed on the wooden house and was covered with blood and wood thorns, and then...

The light hammer's hand pressed on the dyed one's shoulder, but the dyed one remained unmoved and continued to make vague and indescribable strange sounds. The tongue hanging at the corner of his mouth kept swaying, and blood splashed everywhere.

The light hammer returned to the team and was silent for a while: "The dyeing is ineffective, which is exactly the same as the content recorded 572 years ago."

"So, all the speculations are correct?"

"The dyed butterflies and the dyed giants control all the dyed magicians, and use the dyed magicians to control ordinary dyes. As long as the two sources of dyeing are destroyed..."

At the end of the words, everyone could no longer hide the joy on their faces.

"The infected butterfly must have been hit hard by us at its weak point. The time when it fell to the ground and the infection failed was similar... Lord Light Hammer, we have to hurry!"

The hope of solving the infection that was raging in the southern part of the Church was at hand. Every high-level magician in the team became anxious. Light Hammer did not hesitate. He seized the gap when the infection failed and ordered the fastest flying dragon to search along the predicted flight path of the infected butterfly.

Above the narrow mountain range leading to the Red Flame Mountains from Port Demoris, nearly a hundred high-level magicians stared at the infected butterfly whose wings were half buried by the flying snow.

"This is... already..."

"No... it hasn't been damaged yet. Do you feel it?"

As the magic power extended, every magician felt the magic power absorbed by the infected butterfly. However, strangely, the magic power it absorbed was constantly dissipating, like a deflated ball, and it could not be retained in the body at all.

"Do it!"

Light Hammer realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and made a decisive decision and shouted loudly.

"Leave half of your magic power to deal with emergencies, and release all the remaining magic power!"

After saying that, the light hammer immediately chanted the God of Light and the Teachings of Light, and a dazzling spear of light took shape in his hand.

【The Meaning of Light】, the seventh-level light attribute magic that the incarnation of light is best at using, is also the most versatile light attribute magic, which can instantly shape the light attribute into a weapon for combat, and the weapons condensed by light magic naturally have another use, such as... self-destruction.

Facing the orange-yellow sunset, the high-level magicians cast their best magic like light hammers, colorful lights flashed one after another, ready to go, magic resonated, stirred each other, and dull sounds rang out one after another.

More than a dozen seventh-level and dozens of sixth-level magicians cast magic together, and streams of light cut through the sky that was about to sink into darkness, falling towards the mountains like meteors, densely covering every corner of the body of the dyed butterfly.

The violent and hot flames burned the wings of the dyed butterfly.

The icy spikes sank deep into its huge eyes, which shattered into pieces like crystals and then exploded.

Arcs jumped and crackled, and the two tentacles turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye, dissipating with the cold wind.

The wind helped the fire, and a scorching fire tornado formed on the blazing butterfly wings, instantly engulfing the entire Dyed Butterfly.

The light spear hit the butterfly's abdomen and sank into the wound that was still flickering. The collision of magic brought gusts of wind, triggering invisible waves to beat in all directions. Even the high-level magicians who maintained an absolutely safe distance felt the heart-pounding energy in the waves.

The collision, explosion, and resonance of magic made the silent mountains and fields echo with the sound of destruction.

Even though the Dyed Butterfly had shown an unknown magic suspected to be of the eighth level, according to the known information, he was just a puppet engraved with a precise magic circle that operated periodically. Facing the saturation attack of nearly a hundred magicians, annihilation was the only foreseeable result.

The leaping fire elements in the burning forest were torn and rotated by a pair of invisible hands to gather in the center of the scorched earth. The visible magic vortex formed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining magic after the high-level magicians cast spells was absorbed.

A strong wind suddenly rose, and strange sounds appeared and disappeared in the whistling wind.

The sudden change made Guangchui feel uneasy, and he listened attentively.

"Sha..."

"Sha..."

"Sha..."

It was like the wind blowing through dense leaves, a cool tune, and like charcoal smearing on a scroll.

Everyone heard the same sound. They looked at each other, and then vigilantly examined the center of the explosion filled with white smoke, and then they were shocked to find...

"I can't sense it."

"The extended magic power was swallowed up."

"The dyed butterfly has been blown into powder, why is there still magic power surging."

Guangchui's face was extremely solemn, he swallowed his saliva, and warned everyone: "There are other monsters in the dyed butterfly... It's not dead yet."

Everyone was shocked and widened their eyes.

"Isn't the Dyed Butterfly a puppet? There should be a magic circle engraved in its body!"

"Light Hammer is right. I can feel that the magic is fluctuating with his breath." The Frost Elf, who is extremely sensitive to magic, raised the staff in his hand.

"There is a magical breath... This... God of the Forest, please tell me what this is..."

The magic is rising in the white smoke. The magic counter, which is used to detect the activity trajectory of the Dyed Magician in the area, cannot keep up with the speed and the color changes rapidly.

The purple light representing the eighth level illuminates the wooden faces. The counter vibrates violently, the built-in magic solution boils and smokes, and the smell of burning begins to spread.

"Is the counter broken?" The harpy magician asked loudly.

The Siren Magician holding the instrument trembled all over, and the scales on the surface of the body instinctively gushed out wisps of white mist, building a magic shield that can resist high-intensity magic shocks.

"No... it's not broken..."

"Is it an enemy of level 8?"

"Don't be afraid of level 8, we still have enough magic power. No matter what it is, we must destroy it in one go."

The siren made a sharp cry. She was too surprised to control her talent, causing the fluctuation of magic power, and raising waves of tidal sounds in the void.

"Level 9... This is level 9!"

In the white smoke, the bloated and ugly outline staggered out of the mist. If Lu Yu was here, he would definitely recognize this monster - the lawnmower.

The lawnmower without a fixed shape is squirming, and the tar-like body is twisting again and again to form a human shape. The arms, neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, eyes and mouth are densely and chaotically distributed, without any rules or beauty; the boneless arms quickly split into dense tentacles while swinging; the eyes that turn randomly cast hateful eyes at the magicians in the air after the body is formed.

"Such a monster is the ninth level?" A fox magician could not accept this fact.

"The woman of the siren, is your instrument really okay?"

The deep green siren did not intend to explain. She looked at the light hammer and her face turned pale: "I want to vomit..."

The siren with a high affinity for magic power is naturally very sensitive to the fluctuation of magic power. After the lawn mower appeared, her magic power began to disorder, and the strong discomfort made her dizzy and nauseous.

The ninth level, which is too far away and can only be associated with Sayer, shocked everyone present. Even the high-level ones did not dare to believe that there is still a ninth level in this era, and it is an object in front of them that is so ugly that it cannot be identified.

Without the mental attack that stained the thoughts, it stood quietly on the hot ground, staring at them with countless eyes.

The light hammer ordered: "Save enough magic power to escape, and attack again!"

Experience has proved that quantity is enough to defeat quality. The eighth level will also suffer under the siege of groups of fifth and sixth levels... The ninth level should be the same!

Out of fear of the unknown, the high-level magician no longer held back, and began to mobilize magic power with almost all his strength to start the ceremony.

At this moment, the lawn mower took a step forward, and then flew low over the ground. In the next moment, it suddenly accelerated and went straight to the flashes of light in the sky.

At the moment when the bright "starlight" fell, the surging magic power in the lawn mower's body quickly extended, like a wave, sweeping in several magicians standing in the distance...

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Sera, who was feeding the picky Lulu, heard the communication from the Church, and without thinking, asked Mile to bring the statue.

"Today is..." Sera glanced at Lu Yu, and restrained the jealousy in her tone, "Lu Yu cooked it himself. Look, these stews are very fragrant. Have a few more bites."

Looking at the caring eyes of the people around her, Lulu, who felt like a child, blushed slightly. She had to bite the bullet and eat a few more bites, and then drank a large bowl of soup in one breath, and then it was over.

Persuading people to eat is no longer what Lu Yu and Sera are doing. Sigrid, Xuyou, and even Dusk and Mu would inadvertently make suggestions. In this atmosphere, Lulu's appetite has increased significantly.

The rabbit statue was placed on the table, and Sera triggered it casually, and the anxious voice exploded into everyone's ears.

"Sera, be careful in the Dawn Territory, the monster is heading towards the Red Flame Mountains!"

Sera recognized that this was a glorious incarnation with whom she had a good relationship. In surprise, she quickly triggered it, but found that there was no extra information.

When she was about to send a message to ask, the rabbit statue's eyes lit up again.

The words described by David, the current Archbishop of the Executive Court, were like a biting cold wind, blowing through everyone's body.

After nearly a hundred high-level mages, led by the incarnation of light, Guangchui, destroyed the dyed butterfly, a dark "mud" appeared from its body, and the magic power it displayed exceeded the understanding of every magician present, and even caused the Siren's magic counter to explode.

When the high-level mages were about to focus their fire on the mud monster, the magic power in his body quickly connected with the ubiquitous magic power around it, forming an impenetrable invisible wall. The magicians who were caught in this invisible wall fell into madness without exception.

Even with Guangchui leading everyone to risk their lives to rescue, four sixth-level magicians still died, two seventh-level and four sixth-level magicians lost their normal communication ability, all their words became obscure words, and the pictures they drew were grotesque and weird.

According to Guangchui's own description, when approaching the invisible wall, countless memories in his mind surged like seawater, chaotic pictures flashed one after another, and dark and cold thoughts surged.

After crossing the invisible wall, his thoughts were muddy. If he was not a firm believer who recalled the doctrine and repeated it silently to get a little clarity, even he himself would be trapped in it.

Not only that, in that muddy, he could hardly mobilize magic power...

"The magic power is there, I can feel it, it is so strong... but I can't gather it and use it."

The pancake in Lulu's hand fell off the plate with a muffled sound.

Lu Yu's fingers trembled and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

The two people's eyes met, and they said the concept they had heard in Vanessa's scroll at the same time.

"Domain."

I'll go out for dinner in the evening, and I'll add another update if I can come back