On the Seven Towers

Lorenzo felt that he was connected to the formation in the house. The formation on the ground was like a broken skeleton. When Lorenzo filled it with his spiritual power as flesh and blood, it came alive. And Lorenzo was its heart. His consciousness now spread to every corner of the room, and his thoughts spread everywhere along the lines of the formation.

At this time, he was the formation, and the formation was him. All the actions of all enemies and partners were in his consciousness. Their movements seemed extremely slow because of the acceleration of his thoughts, and even a little ridiculous.

But Lorenzo knew that this was just an illusion. If he couldn't do something in these few seconds, including his Qinglong team, it would end here.

He saw that Polidaro's next magic to attack him was ready. His hand moved slowly, and the energy of the magic was about to burst out in his hand. The mage behind him who was good at dispelling magic was also ready and was about to break his last shield.

"If everything is going to end, it must end in my hands." Lorenzo's eyes returned to Kalanda. The saint chasing her was very close to her, and the sword with a cold light was close at hand.

"Good luck to you..." His lips slowly made the movements of these words, but no sound came out. As if in response to his words, a burst of red light burst out from the magic circle on the ground, spreading around along the line of the magic circle. The speed of the red light spread was very slow at first, and then it became faster and faster. At this time, other people and objects around also followed faster and faster. Lorenzo understood that the time for the lightning thought to work had come. After his thinking speed returned to normal, the cost of casting spells also came. A sharp pain broke out from his head, as if someone was going to tear his head apart.

However, Lorenzo still insisted. His mental power was the basis for maintaining the operation of the magic circle. He must persist until the moment when the magic circle is fully stimulated.

Originally, this formation was to confine the enemy in a space and burn the people trapped in it with flames, but Lorenzo removed all the control and restriction parts, and accumulated the part of accumulating flame energy to the extreme.

Polidaro and his companions did not realize that the broken formation under their feet had become a bomb that was about to explode. They also found the red light under their feet, but before everyone could react, the red light had spread to every corner of the room.

Heart-pounding magic fluctuations surged from all directions of the room.

Polidaro and others also discovered the impending danger. The mage beside him exclaimed: "How is it possible? These formations on the ground are obviously broken and incomplete, but they are actually activated."

"This is... the Tower of Talisman, not Alcala's people at all! The guy floating in the sky is the Tower of Talisman mage, no wonder they are desperate to rescue him first. Let me knock him down!" said Polidaro.

"No, it's too late. This huge magic circle has exceeded the critical point. Killing him won't stop it from being activated. We must retreat immediately!"

Polidaro seemed to trust the mage's judgment. While he was flying out, he said to the warriors who were still fighting: "Exit the room and block the entrance. Don't let these guys escape!"

The warrior saints also discovered the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly retreated.

However, Lorenzo's magic circle was activated too quickly. This living formation had several starting points and was activated by Lorenzo's mental power at the same time. As soon as Polidaro gave the order, the surging magic power had already materialized several origins. With these origins as the center, several violent explosions occurred. The shock wave and high-temperature flames swept the entire room at lightning speed.

All the holy warriors were unable to escape the range of the explosion and were engulfed in the raging flames.

Polidaro was about to fly out of the range of the explosion, but a transparent rope flew from nowhere and wrapped around his shield. The rope pulled inward and dragged him into the flames of the explosion.

Polidaro screamed in horror. Through the crumbling shield, he vaguely saw a transparent figure in the flames, holding the strange rope in his hand, dragging him further and further in. The flames seemed to have no effect on this figure, or he was not a person at all. Indistinctly, Polidaro heard a thought from the other party: "I will avenge my revenge myself."

"How is this possible? You were clearly dead just now. What are you?!" Polidaro roared in disbelief.

The figure became fainter and fainter. Before he completely disappeared, he tightened his grip, and the strange rope broke through Polidaro's shield. The flames poured into the shield, and Polidaro turned into ashes in an instant...

Lorenzo watched the flames engulf Karanda below, but he saw the affirmative look in his eyes and the smile of relief.

Although Lorenzo had already prepared to sacrifice the Qinglong team, the pain of sacrificing his companions was still like a knife piercing his heart. Lorenzo suddenly felt that his heart was very painful at this moment, even more painful than his consciousness on the verge of collapse.

Everywhere he looked was red, and standing in the center of the hall, he seemed to have nowhere to escape.

But Lorenzo didn't want to run away, and he was even a little grateful that this moment came so quickly. This was a fair ending. Those who created the fire died in the fire, and those who sacrificed their companions also sacrificed themselves.

He also had no ability to release a new shield, so he simply opened his hands to welcome the flames he created.

However, at this moment, a huge black shadow pounced on him from the air. It was the Electric Wing Silver Dragon. Its wings spread out and closed in the middle. Its scales began to stretch and expand, and the structure of its body changed rapidly. Its head, neck, tail and wings together formed a closed sphere, wrapping Lorenzo in it, and the runes on its body lit up. A thin-looking but very tough shield covered its body.

When Lorenzo was about to collapse in consciousness, he felt a large area of ​​black, swallowing up the red in his eyes, and the burning feeling approaching his body began to fade slowly.

However, the dissipation of consciousness made him close his eyes, and he knew nothing...

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After an unknown amount of time, Lorenzo seemed to hear a voice calling his name in his ear. The voice came from far away and slowly woke him up from a cold and lonely place. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the elf with a charred face in front of him.