Chapter 512 Loren Doesn't Know What Happened to the Enemy

South Wantina leads the southern border.

The blood moon hangs high, casting a war-torn summer night.

The dense jungles and winding rivers outside the city-state were extremely restless during this brutal battle, and were constantly shaking up and down.

"Follow my instructions and support the great priest Loren!"

The border troops on the entire southern border showed their will to persevere, not fearing the terror of the incoming creatures, and fully assisting the great priest Loren.

After the emergency evacuation of the civilians, the elite army was already in the rear to provide as much support as possible without disturbing Loren. The magical air-splitting cannon of the South Wantina City State gathered the magic power as vast as the stars, and at the peak moment, it fired An ultra-long-range energy beam capable of tearing apart the sky, accurately striking the Marquis of Somerset.

Although in the absence of an energy station, many elite mages can only fill up the magic power, and the frequency of each launch is greatly reduced, the integrated attack of the magic guide with seventh-level control strength can still cause some damage to Somerset. A little threatening.

The heavily armored knights form the Sky Shield Formation, a defensive formation maintained by magic barriers and martial arts, forming an indestructible protective force field like the sky, blocking layers of physical aftermath.

Behind them, the priesthood of the Goddess of Destiny used divine magic to form a huge protective barrier. The curtain of starlight covering the city continuously absorbed and reflected the aftermath of the battle, reducing the pressure on Loren's rear.

Even if the Marquis of Somerset wanted to force a breakthrough, it would take a while.

"Great Priest, come on!"

"Mr. Loren! Don't lose!"

The people's shouts seemed to be transformed into Loren's power. The military guards with angry voices were shouting his name as far away as the civilians in the evacuation area with trembling voices.

The sky above the southern district of the city-state echoed with loud voices, which made the Marquis of Somerset sneer.

Not only is it now difficult for him to threaten Loren with civilians, but he also has to take into account the attack of Nan Wantina's city defense magic equipment.

"Great Priest, do you have the ability to fight a fair battle between strong men and me? Don't rely on the power of these ants?"

The Marquis of Somerset dodged a beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. He paid no attention to the magic equipment in the distance, and only used his scarlet eyes to lock onto Loren as if he were targeting prey.

The kingdom's senior magic engineer controls the phantom shock tower, a city defense building, and uses magic precision machinery to generate strong magic interference, which is also causing a periodic impact on the Marquis of Somerset.

"..."

Loren ignored the guy.

The wind and thunder once again illuminated the dusty sky and the earth. Loren's palms behind the magic barrier spread out, and a golden-green vortex formed in his palms. The boundless magic power like a god gathered towards him, and was continuously compressed by him, gradually cutting off all the surrounding people. of light.

If it is affected by this eighth-level damaging wind magic, even a huge army will probably be destroyed.

But Loren's attack only serves to crush the Marquis of Somerset.

"If that's the case, then I'll kill you first, and then go and massacre this city-state that you are trying to protect!"

Somerset was not afraid of the power of the eighth-level spell and attacked with a fist.

He originally thought that Loren would be easily provoked by opponents in battle, but he did not expect that his will to fight was stronger than that of most humans he had ever seen. When facing the enemy, he was a calm type who could kill the opponent without saying a word. Strong.

The battle intensified, and the entire city-state was shrouded in thick smoke.

Beams of light, explosions, and clashes in the sky intertwined.

Storm clouds gathered and swirled in the sky, and the mountains, rivers, and oceans themselves seemed to be shaken by the sudden outbreak of battle, and the air pressure under the dark clouds of the Blood Moon intensified.

Each encounter illuminates the dark night sky from the ground up.

The civilians taking refuge in the far rear could not even look up to see clearly the deadly battle of the eighth-level bishops on the southern border of the city.

In the center of the battlefield, Loren and Somerset were no longer in full condition.

Loren, who was severely injured early at the beginning of the battle, gradually fell into a disadvantage. Obviously, the Marquis of Somerset did not give him a chance to recover from his injuries.

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, wanted to decide the outcome with Loren in every pursuit of victory.

But he's not obsessed with killing Loren at all costs.

He knew very well the importance of today's tasks.

"...If you can do it, just give it a try."

The great priest Loren once again used air pressure to fend off the Marquis of Somerset. His whole body was empty, but the air flow could be transformed into any weapon. Whenever he waved it, a large air flow would form wind pressure, just like the protection of the wind god.

The scarlet magic power of the Marquis of Somerset spread, and the sea of ​​​​blood rising from the ground was as fierce as a waterfall, trying to crush Loren. Loren was like a dexterous dancer, and after gradually letting go of his hands and feet without any worries, he Became calmer.

Loren's eyes were cold and radiant, and he only wanted to force the immortal Somerset back with all his heart.

He stepped out in one step, and the entire land was covered with spells, forming a magic restricted area, and faced the Marquis of Somerset in the space in front.

The distance between the two has narrowed again, as if two catastrophic forces are confronting each other.

Although Loren's delay could not slow down the approach of the Marquis of Somerset, his more complex spells were fully prepared, and the entire space began to distort, with golden flames rising from the ground and the spread falling from the sky. The light rain was about to engulf the Marquis of Somerset in an instant.

At this time, the figure of Marquis Somerset exuded an almost translucent red blood mist, and entered a new state of selflessness, throwing an unprecedented punch. In the air, the red light collided with Loren's vast magic power, forming a huge energy explosion with a clear dividing line at the city-state boundary perpendicular to the earth.

After a long time, Marquis Somerset, who flew backwards and slid on the ground for a long time before stopping, was obviously at a disadvantage in this collision.

"..."

Somerset frowned slightly.

Already felt something was wrong.

They have been fighting for dozens of minutes.

It is not just Nanwantina who relieved Loren's pressure with the power of the gathered ants.

How come he gets stronger and stronger?

This human's magic power is bottomless.

Attack, defense, speed, treatment, control, and the comprehensiveness of spell structure are all top-notch.

Except that Loren will protect the weak at all costs, Somerset's combat experience tells him that this human has no weaknesses.

Somerset even began to wonder if continuing the fight would make Loren stronger and force him to make a breakthrough on the spot.

The scary thing about this guy is not only that he has the strength of an eighth-level peak strongman.

But before he reaches the ninth-level realm, he still has an unclear growth space.

Even in the era when Somerset was sealed tens of thousands of years ago, no human with such an outrageous magic talent had ever been seen.

"I didn't expect that in this era, there would still be a human like you who makes me feel like a monster..."

The eighth ancestor Somerset still had a smile on his lips, as if he was playing with Loren.

"Loren, you are really strong..."

Somerset's smile was frightening,

"But have you ever thought that someone is about to approach the rear of those city defense forces?"

"!"

Loren's originally calm face finally showed some ripples in an instant.

A long time ago, he did feel that the battlefield on the northwest side had stopped the magic fluctuations.

Later, neither the seventh-level magic source nor the mysterious eighth-level strongman showed any signs of fighting, and the eighth-level alchemy beast seemed to have lost its command and stayed where it was.

If the Son of Destruction won, according to the time, the Son of Destruction should have arrived in the south of the city now!

Assuming that the Son of Destruction launched an attack from within the city-state at this time, and the eighth-level blood clan surrounded the city defense forces from front and back, it might cause unimaginable casualties!

Sure enough, Loren felt that the front line of the military guards in the rear began to become turbulent, and the magic power of the Son of Destruction Salomon became clear again.

Although Salomon's magic power seemed extremely weak, he was trying his best to break through, disrupting the rear line, and wanted to rush into the battlefield where Loren and the others were!

"......!"

Loren resisted the Marquis Somerset in front of him, and had no time to take care of the rear.

The surging magic storm on the southern border raged, and the collision of the wind and blood light caused the surrounding air to distort and deform, exuding an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

"Loren, get ready for the surprise behind you!"

Somerset laughed loudly, and his fighting posture became more and more calm.

As if reproducing the war of the Age of Gods, the wind and blood continued to collide with the peak of the eighth-level natural disaster in the crumbling Nanwantina City Gate!

The vibrations and fluctuations continued to hit every building, causing those originally solid buildings and towers to be ravaged by the giant beasts transformed from gray smoke from time to time, leaving a ruin.

"..."

Loren gritted his teeth with a solemn look and defended the city gate.

He knew that he would face the moment of being attacked from both sides.

In a short time, he would lose the support of the city defense army in the rear!

It is necessary to resolve the crisis with the fastest response and get the situation back on track.

If they can withstand this wave of offensives, the city-state barrier of Nanwantina will be restored soon, and the balance of victory will tilt towards them significantly.

But if they fail, it is hard to say who will win today!

In other words, the victory or defeat will be decided in the next game and confrontation!

Just when Somerset's laughter became extremely harsh.

And Loren's heartbeat began to accelerate to the moment of beating drums.

Loren felt the magic source of the Son of Destruction not far behind him!

Salomon's attack finally arrived.

Loren could not predict how Salomon would mess up at this critical moment that determined the outcome, and what consequences each of his judgments would cause, but he had to stay calm and deal with any situation!

However.

When Loren in mid-air slowly turned his eyes.

The other side.

Under the city gate.

The moment the Son of Destruction rushed out and saw Loren's figure clearly.

Salomon's expression, which was originally excited because of surviving the disaster, suddenly froze.

He stood there in a daze.

Then he began to step back in fear.

It was like when you are about to reach the exit of hope, you find that the real desperate purgatory is just beginning!

"Lo, Loren!!!"

Then only Salomon's screams echoed on the battlefield on the southern border.

Somerset stopped moving and frowned.

Loren was even more confused.

Is he so scary?