Faced with this brutal blow.

The incarnation of the Lord in Yellow quickly collapsed and turned into a cloud of hazy mist that dissipated. The mist was filled with ghostly shadows, as if there were thousands of tentacles squirming, and there seemed to be countless creatures wailing.

No other knight would be able to pinpoint Hastur's true position.

But these interferences were in vain for Xiwei.

What he saw was never Hastur's form, but Hastur's erratic death line. The divinity of death gathered in his eyes, making it seem like a scarlet fire was burning in his eyes, and this fire also Lock that dead line firmly.

"call--"

Just when Xiwei fell.

Countless tentacles suddenly stretched out from the fog. They were extremely fast, as if they were coming from all directions. Each tentacle was nearly a kilometer long and a hundred meters wide, with the potential to destroy everything and cause the earth to collapse. But in the face of this brazen attack, Attacking, Xiwei just slashed out a sword at will, and the red sword light instantly cut the tentacles apart. His figure continued to fall, faster and faster, and even the wind and sound could no longer keep up with his pace.

"咻咻咻——"

Another tentacle waved out from the mist.

More intensive, more violent, and more anxious.

But Xiwei just killed him with one blow.

"Hasta, you're scared!"

The roar was torn apart by the strong wind, and the black-armored knight broke through the fog, tossing and turning in the endless tentacle hell. Finally, in the deepest part of the abyss, he met the eyes of the incarnation of Hastur in yellow robes.

"It turns out that you have a good face, but unfortunately you are hiding your head and showing off your tail!"

Xiwei's joking laughter was broken by the wind.

On the face of the Lord in Yellow Clothes, which was covered by tentacles, his dim yellow eyes stared into the air. There was destruction, death, and extreme evil. The terrifying coercion swept towards the black-armored knight, but The two scarlet burns in the helmet pressed down with even more terrifying power.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The golden flames rolled up a whirlwind behind him.

A circular shock wave spread out.

The black-armored knight fell a minute faster, almost teleporting.

He carries the setting sun with him and carries the brilliant power of heaven.

He raised the sword of the Conquering King with both hands and slashed hard.

The arc-shaped light wave swallows everything.

The knight's roar rose to the sky.

"die--!"

Fighting energy and holy flames exploded.

It roared like a mountain torrent and a thunderous roar.

And the inner world of Hastur, the Lord in Yellow, was finally shattered by this sword.

Table world——

Xi Wei's figure broke open from the yellow robe of the Lord in Yellow, like poking a big hole in a balloon. Countless dim and deathly auras poured out along the hole, and Hastur, the Lord in Yellow, also let out a miserable sound. wailing.

The inner world was broken, and even though he was just an incarnation, he was still in great pain.

Xiwei didn't give Hastur any chance. He turned around and struck out with his sword, "Hey——!" But he saw a golden sword light slanting on Hastur, leaving deep sword marks on Hastur's body. The sword slash broke through Hastur's body. The body flew towards the sky, instantly reflecting the dark sky like daylight.

Hastur's body was split into two by this sword.

The line of death was cut off, but He was still not dead. He was just half-kneeling on the ground in pain, and the power of chaos tried his best to repair the broken line of death.

Sivi knew what the Old Ones' weaknesses were.

The dead line is cut off, and the origin of chaos has been exposed.

He was suspended in the air, his eyes cold.

A sword was raised and pointed at Hastur's source of chaos.

However, in the midst of this flash of lightning, the Lord in Yellow, who was already at the end of his crossbow, suddenly laughed wildly: "Jie Jie Jie, a man of origin, you are indeed very strong, but do you think you will win like this?"

Xiwei's eyes narrowed and he slashed out with his sword.

Hastur transformed into ashes.

Only a mass of chaotic origin remained in place.

Xiwei was about to step forward and pick up the source of chaos.

But suddenly there was an uneasy feeling all over his body.

He looked around.

The sound disappeared, and the whole world fell silent instantly. Not to mention the chirping of insects and birds, even a little bit of white noise disappeared without a trace.

The wind stopped and the air became stagnant.

Everything seemed to be stuffed with glue, sticky and stagnant, and a dangerous low pressure was spreading wantonly.

"Click——"

Xiwei slowly raised his head.

I saw a hole in the dark sky.

The dark wind gushes out from the cracks, conveying uneasiness and ominousness, and then there are more and more cracks, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, at some point.

The whole sky collapsed.

In Dragon Fire City, both the soldiers fighting with the Old Families and the residents praying silently at home all stopped. They looked at the broken sky, and their souls trembled for no reason.

Saint Lotia Empire——

Furion held the Book of Laws in one hand and the Staff of Laws in the other.

He stood in the dark tide of the Old Ones, facing the two incarnations of the Dominators.

The violent elemental power condensed around him into storms, flames and brilliant thunder.

Around him, the corpses of his old family members piled up into a mountain hundreds of meters high, and he stood on the top of the mountain, his long gray hair dancing wildly in the wind, and silver-white magic runes surrounding him like a swarm of bees.

He looked up at the shattered sky.

Those eyes that shone with the light of law had a touch of firmness and determination.

"it's time!"

He muttered to himself, then raised his staff.

In an instant, the magic network all over the southern continent rioted.

"boom--"

But four holy white light pillars were seen rising into the sky from the four holy cities of the Saint Lotia Empire.

Even though they were thousands of meters apart, the four beams of light were converging towards Furion.

That is magical energy in its purest form.

It is the mark of faith and will of all mages in the entire southern continent.

The endless mental shock made the old mage kneel on the ground, his facial features twisted together, and he covered his head and let out a painful wail.

At this moment, countless wills were added to his body, and he looked like a madman.

The vast elemental power turned into a void storm and swept around, and no one from the old days could get close.

"Ascending to the gods... ascending to the gods!!"

The old mage was panting and used all his strength to stand up.

The silver stairs leading straight to the sky are already appearing in front of you.

"Keep Kane!"

Strange faces appeared on his face. Their mouths opened and closed, and the voices of men, women, young people, girls, and children came together to say the same four words.

They are fragments of the will of all mages in the southern continent of Cairn.

Their number is simply too large.

Even someone like Furion would find it unbearable.

In the end, Furion's will was obliterated by this vast aggregation of will, forming a brand new collection of fragments of all the mages' wills. However, despite this, he staggered forward step by step towards becoming a god. Go up the ladder.

Perhaps protecting Kane is more than just Furion's belief.

It is also the belief of all mages in Kane.

They carry on Furion's legacy.

Thousands of trivial wills made the same decision in that instant.

That is ascending to the gods!

Protect Kane! !

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