The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Dore retreated quickly at the slightest contact with this will. This was an evil god, a true deity. Even a trace of their power was beyond his level to withstand.

His only reliance now was the Wizard Tower.

He absolutely couldn't allow the deity to descend. If it were to descend, it would be a disaster for the entire Northwest.

At that time, not to mention the faith of ordinary people, even survival would be a question.

Dore thought a lot in an instant, and then a great fighting spirit arose in his heart.

The Wizard Tower was recklessly stimulated to its maximum power, and even the spatial disturbance wizard array, which had not yet been adjusted successfully, was activated by him. Spatial fluctuations extended out, interfering with the spatial fluctuations in front. Immediately, the energy barrier pressed down, emitting sounds of being unable to bear the weight.

At the same time, the four storm giants in the distance were approaching.

Inside the barrier, the black-clothed man made of energy saw this.

He seemed full of infinite wisdom and intellect. He glanced at the believers at his feet, at the sacrifices on the altar, and then at Dore. His eyes were full of infinite indifference. Then, with a wave of his hand, those loyal believers didn't even have a chance to groan. Their bodies immediately turned into dust. In the original positions of the believers, black energy rose from the ground and surged towards his energy-transformed body.

Dore saw this and was shocked. Good heavens, to descend, he actually burned all the believers.

Was he preparing to go all in?

Dore didn't say anything, urging the storm elements to bring him power as soon as possible. At the same time, he raised his hand and condensed a Lightning Bolt spell, while the surrounding storm elements quickly gathered.

At the same time, he sent a telepathic message to Akerso, "Come and support me quickly. The power projection of Daheitian is about to arrive. An evil god is invading."

Daheitian's power continued to increase. He glanced at Dore's Wizard Tower, feeling somewhat strange. This Wizard Tower was quite capable, actually able to shake the barrier. Under normal circumstances, the power of a Ninth-level being would be required.

Just then, he sensed Dore's wizardry and felt somewhat different.

This person was only at the Seventh level, but the rules he had touched were so numerous that even a god felt afraid. His wizardry contained dozens of rules, making its power very astonishing.

He couldn't wait any longer. Before the black gas in the sky had completely gathered on his body, he immediately rose from the ground and rushed towards the sky. He wanted to expand the empty space of the coordinate projection and enhance the descent of power.

Now, only one ten-billionth of the power had descended, which was not strong enough. A mere Seventh-level being was already having a huge impact on him. This was unacceptable.

He also observed that on the distant mountains, there was a very huge storm. Around that huge storm, there seemed to be a hidden space, and a Ninth-level being was hidden inside that space.

Just then, he saw a Wizard Tower emitting a powerful flame flying from a considerable-sized city in the distance, and his heart sank.

Another Eighth-level Wizard Tower. Wasn't this the northernmost part of the Glory Empire? Where did so many experts come from? How did these people below gather intelligence?

He looked around and found that the people around were being relocated away on a large scale, and even the magical beasts were being driven away. Immediately, his heart sank.

When Dore discovered them, he had already begun to issue orders, ordering the City Lord's Mansion and the Glory Wizard Alliance to go all out to relocate all living things in the surrounding area. An unknown evil god wanted to descend, and he would inevitably absorb a large amount of life force, energy, and blood to maintain the passage, so he wouldn't give him this opportunity.

The Albis Wasteland had a very vast geographical area, and there were many people and living things residing there. If these things were not moved away, Dore would suffer if the evil god absorbed their life force.

At this moment, the four storm creatures had arrived. They split into three directions, constantly extracting the surrounding energy as they passed.

When they were about ten kilometers away from the outside of the energy barrier, they each opened their mouths and spat out countless wind blades, wind spears, and various storms, sweeping towards the barrier.

Each storm creature was incomparably huge, and each storm creature was above the Seventh level. Their existence was Dore's understanding of the storm. Therefore, when the storm creatures appeared, the storm domain in the distance also constantly invested power into the storm creatures.

The black-clothed man in the barrier saw this and didn't completely pay attention to it. He fully maintained the barrier and increased the power output at the top of his head. He swept away all the surrounding flesh and blood and energy, and streams of power descended from the sky to maintain his power.

However, most of these forces were maintained in the barrier. Dore's Wizard Tower continued to want to break the barrier, and the two formed a tenacious tug-of-war.

He was not afraid of the two auras of death and darkness. Daheitian himself had authority over these two rules, but the power contained in the Wizard Tower's impact could not be underestimated.

This was the simplest rule in the world: power.

When the storm giants in the distance poured out various forces, the black-clothed man frowned.

This place was really badly chosen.

At this moment, he saw the red Wizard Tower in the distance approaching like a streamer, and then he was slightly furious.

"Foolish humans, how dare you be enemies with my Daheitian!" His voice carried infinite bewitching power, and he suddenly slammed into Dore and the Lihuo Golden Tower.

When that power impacted the Turin Bone Tower, it was naturally absorbed by the Turin Bone Tower, and Dore only heard the sound.

The Lihuo Golden Tower in the distance paused at this time, and its aura weakened slightly.

Dore's face changed when he saw this.

He looked at the front and saw the empty space above his head, thinking that this matter must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise, it would be a big deal when the other party's power completely descended.

He glanced at the power output of the Wizard Tower, and the magic array belonging to the space suddenly vibrated, and a spatial distortion ripple was fired out.

The colorful barrier finally couldn't bear the weight and instantly had a crack.

The black-clothed man and Dore, one man and one god, instantly changed color.

Dore was delighted, while the black-clothed man was shocked.

Spatial fluctuation.

Dore raised his hand at this time, and a Lightning Bolt spell flew out of his hand. After being amplified by the Wizard Tower, it instantly turned into a ten-meter-thick stage lightning, and poured into the crack.

Rumble.

The world shook violently. The barrier was bombarded by lightning, and the surface suddenly dented inward violently, as if it was about to break.

Daheitian was shocked. What kind of place was this? What kind of person was this?

He looked at the top of his head, at Dore's Wizard Tower, and at the people in the Lihuo Golden Tower in the distance who had almost recovered. He sighed, fearing that the descent would fail today. There was still too little flesh and blood, and not enough power. This person, only at the Seventh level, actually had such powerful power.

But if he was only dealing with this one person, he had too many ways.