Wizard From Afar

As soon as the roar sounded, the black hair wizard lifted the head instinctively...Although it was not the first time, when I saw the monster again, I was still the same as everyone around me. Generally dumbfounded.

The huge, silent, tower-like shadow, the towering size of more than 30 meters; the torso, face, head, lower body, fangs... all are already Corpses turned into pus, blood and bones.

Every step you take, you can hear the sound of broken bones and blood flowing!

"pu ——!"

Countless popping sounds sounded, and the "sarcoma" exploded on the fat body spewed out of gray and blue pus, and then came out again. There is a tentacle with an incomparable gigantic.

moved towards all directions, stretch out!

They seem to have life, winding and crawling, constantly rolling up the screaming centaur warrior on the ground, bones everywhere, and wounded soldiers falling to the ground.

Those coalition warriors who were still stunned in place seemed to be frightened and stupefied. No matter how Lucien and the surrounding robe shouted, they were motionless, and they were immediately caught by the monster's lower body-the flowing "blood". The river was swallowed, and only awakened after being involved in it.

But it's too late, it's too late.

Amidst the exclamation, countless screams, cry for help, wailing, panic...Various sounds, one after another on a panic battlefield!

The black hair wizard stared wide-eyed with a numb scalp, staring at the sight in front of him.

Blood sacrifice, blood ceremony... can provide a body for the coming Evil God to contain them that do not belong to this world. Before the coming of Evil God, it was just a body.

But now Chakar relies on his huge Void Power to forcibly occupy this body and become the dominant core, equivalent to stuffing a "brain" into this "big sac".

Even if it is a "consciousness" with only the desire to kill and the desire for revenge, it makes this monster stronger by more than one level!

I am afraid it is too late to withdraw the troops.

The battle at Silver Helmet Mountain has already put a lot of burden on the body of the black hair wizard. If you use the Nine-pointed Star Holy Grail again... this time there won't be a second Martial Goddess to save yourself.

But I can only give it a try...Otherwise, more than 50,000 people will be impossible to leave here alive, and all their efforts will become useless!

Gritting his teeth, the right hand of the black hair wizard gripped the hilt of the "Dawn" sword.

But at this moment, an unexpected person suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Ashamai Master?!"

"Duke Loren Torino, you can't just rush up there alone!" The sudden arrival of Harimvan Azhamay Yizheng Looking at him sternly, angrily shouted: "That's not a mutant monster, it's a conscious Evil God body. It will definitely kill you by fair means or foul, and it's just die in vain!"

"Remember, you are the Duke of Byrne, the hope for the future of the wizard tower... Your life is more important than all of us!"

Loren was shocked and just wanted to refute Being held down by the Ashamed Master who is as strong as a monster.

"Blaha count is the task of withdrawal, you don’t have to worry; as for this Evil God body..."

"Please leave it to me and Ain Rand, by We will create opportunities for you; you and Lord Lucien will kill it again!" Master Azama said decisively, with scorching eyes: "If you are willing to trust us, you are willing to trust your friends."

The little wizard next to him was taken aback for a moment. It seemed that he didn't expect Master Haringvan Azhamel to mention himself; but then he turned his head and looked towards the black hair wizard, nodded hard.

"Leave it to us, Loren!"

On the battlefield in the distance, the Evil God shell...or Chakal is roaring excitedly, and the huge body keeps coming. The blood is flowing, the sound of the separation of flesh and blood.

Its waving tentacles are raging crazily, ravaging the Union Army soldiers; even if Lu Sien and several Byrne counts scream desperately, they can only retreat steadily, reducing it as much as possible. With casualties.

After a few seconds of silence, Loren slowly raised his eyes:

"Okay, I believe you."

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Until Loren walked far away, the Master Harimvan Assamah was slightly nodded and turned his head and looked towards Ai Yin beside him: " So now, Lord Rand, you must hear every word I say..."

"Ashamai Master......"

Unexpected , The little wizard saw his complicated expression and interrupted him softly: "The reason you left me here is not just to help Loren, right?"

"en?"

"Although I don't know what you want to do, no matter how I think about it, I don't think I have anything to help you." Ai Yin, who was hesitant to speak, decided to say it better:

"It may be a bit too much to say, but in fact I am not familiar with you; even if both are alchemists, but as far as I know, my mentor, Freyswalker to which Dalton Kander belongs There is a big difference between the Master school and your school."

Harimvan Ashmael was stunned.

"Really...didn't expect." Coughing slightly, the laughed Achamai shook his head: "Freth Walker... how the old bastard had such good luck, I couldn't help it. I'm jealous of him!"

The little wizard scratched his head and laughed twice, feeling a little sorry.

"You guessed it, His Excellency Ain Rand...The purpose I left you behind is not just to help Duke Loren." The smile faded away, and Akama's expression became serious again:

"I left you here to teach you a special'knowledge'... special power!"

Hey, this time?

Ai Yin, who was a little stunned, looked at the sudden solemn expression of Master Azama.

"Tell me, Ayn Rand; in the nine-pointed star wizard tower, what are the prerequisites for becoming a school leader and wizard tower veteran?!"

"Uh...should It’s original research, groundbreaking discovery, and the Peak knowledge of two or three departments." The little wizard subconsciously replied: "In addition, it must be recognized by at least half of the veterans."

Why are you asking this? Does it have anything to do with helping Loren?

Haringfan stared at the anxious and confused expression, slightly nodded.

"You are only half right."

"Half?"

"Exactly." Harimvan Achamai said solemnly: "For the elders, the nine-pointed star wizard tower has an'unwritten', let alone premise."

"...valve." He said every word, very slowly:

"Only the wizard that has mastered it and opened at least one'valve' can it be recognized by the wizard tower!"

The shocked and confused little wizard listened attentively.

"Any wizard that has opened the'valve' will enhance the understanding and application of the void to a whole new level; its form varies from person to person, but there are certain commonalities. "Ashamai's expression became extremely deep:

"Break your own shackles, let you surpass yourself, surpass the ordinary-it can even be said that only by mastering the'valve' can you become a real wizard !"

The little wizard heart startled, but the confusion is still unabated: "The real, real wizard?"

"If this is the case, then why is the teacher Dalton and Loren …I never mentioned this before?!"

Ashamai was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled.

"That might be because...they want to protect you."

"Protect me?" Ai Yin was even more puzzled.

"Yes, because this kind of power is also a double-edged sword that can never be pulled out for the wizard."

With a sigh, Akama turned his head. , Looking at Chakar, who is still raging in the distance:

"With it, you will completely sublimate from the mortal body and become a completely different existence with unimaginable power;

Using it, the cost...will be too heavy for you to bear!"

Ayin's eyes widened.

The roar of wild beast became clearer and clearer, and the huge silhouette of Chakar in the distance got closer and closer to them.

"And today..."

"I, Harimvan Ashamai, as the leader of this school..."

The old man turned around , Holding the wand that resembles a short-handled hammer in both hands, the tone is low and long:

"Formally teach you this power...so answer my question, Ain Rand."

"Are you willing to become the successor of the Ashram school?"

"I..."

The little wizard stared at those eyes in a daze. Unparalleled and resolute eyes.

She spoke instinctively.

"I do!"

The old man did not look back, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised:

"Very well, then you must watch I'm clear."

"I can show you this, only this time!"

The voice will fall, and the imposing manner on Harimvan Ashamai will suddenly change!

The strong and powerful arms clenched the wand tightly, and only heard the sound of "clang!", the body of the wand that was originally like a short-handled hammer was suddenly stretched a little longer.

"Boom——!"

Ashamai, holding the wand in both hands, pressed down and fixed the wand deeply in the soil under his feet.

"It's started..."

The Ashamed Master with his head hung down, like a sound that resonates from deep in his chest.

next moment, in the wide-open eyes of the little wizard, the void response of the Master Azamah began to skyrocket; the originally extremely burly body lost weight at a speed visible to naked eye.

Instead, it is the gray blue rune spreading from the cheeks and palms all over the body; the loose robe is floating in the flying wind.

"Loren...Torino——!!!"

In the roaring roar, the silhouette of Chakar's incomparable gigantic has completely crushed the Allied Defensive Array line; one after another On the battlefield of screams and chaos, hundreds of tentacles covered with sharp claw moved towards the direction of the coalition army spread.

hiding the sky and covering the earth!

The huge shadow covered the sun. The astonished little wizard looked up, and a tentacle was violently waving down from the top of their heads.

"The core of alchemy is the process of death, resurrection, and perfection." Slowly got up, the skinny Ashamed Master indifferently said: "Sublimation and transformation of a substance to a higher level. "

"This is our unique power."

"The power of the alchemist."

The tentacles fell from the sky and fell quickly.

"Bang————!!!"

As soon as he was about to touch, Ashamed slowly raised the wand in his hand; the falling tentacles seemed to have touched some The kind of barrier shook suddenly and stopped on top of the two people's heads.

No, it didn’t stop...

The blue eyes stared to the fullest. In her unbelievable gaze, the tentacles twitched violently as if they were ignited. The touched location instantly turned into flying ashes.

What's the matter?

Master Harimvan Assamah...what exactly did he just do? !

The "cut off" tentacles looked like a frightened wild beast, and quickly dodged backwards.

lifts the head, Azama picks up his brows that have become unusually loose because of sudden weight loss.

"Want to run, don't you think it's too late?"

tone barely fell, he lifted the rune, withered left hand like a dead wood.

Clenched into a fist.

"pu ——poof——poof——!"

The tentacles that "flee" quickly trembled, bursting apart section by section like a poisonous snake Here, the gray and blue pus spurted from the crack, scattered like rain.

Chakar seems to have noticed this "little" anomaly, approaching in the direction of Akama and the little wizard.

The earth shook, and the roaring Chakar waved countless tentacles, like the lower body of a blood river corpse, pushing this huge body forward.

Like the sound of an abyss echoing, another huge tentacle slammed down.

The nervous little wizard was suddenly startled, and subconsciously raised his arms and hugged his head to avoid.

"I said, it's too late."

Casually shook his head, and Akama raised his wand above his head.

"Bang——————!!!"

This time it was no longer a part, but the whole tentacle burst directly from the inside, and countless pieces of meat fell from the sky, spewing The pus that came out stained the corpses on the battlefield into gray and blue.

Even the body of Evil God's body and the part where the tentacles are connected also exploded a huge cavity, and the surrounding tentacles were broken together; the huge silhouette shook for a while.

"aaahhhh ah——!!!"

The heavy pain caused Chakar to scream heartbreakingly, and the painful and struggling body kept shaking; Countless tiny tentacles grew out of the wound that was blasted out again, growing like a group of snakes spewing out of a cave.

But these newly grown tentacles have almost not yet "growed into shape", they have already begun to decay, decay, and shrink; at the same time, almost every position on Chakar’s huge body "Explosive" growth of new tentacles.

Continuously replicate the "reincarnation" of growth, decay, shrinkage, and decay, and then grow new tentacles on their corpses, repeating this cycle.

"Death, resurrection, reshaping...For the body of Evil God, who is already dead and relies on Void Power to constantly'deceive' the material world, the power of'resurrection' is no different from intestinal poison."

Slowly speak, there is no fluctuation in the voice of Harimvan Azhamah, ancient well without ripples:

"The existence of the world can only survive by the power of the void, Chacal;

Your act of'deceiving' the world...

You will pay the price--!"