Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1128

[Chapter 1120 Arrival]

Punk is not very clear why the “chairman” is so sure that the “named” Messeur has nowhere to escape in the entire multiverse except his magic tower, but if this If a piece of information is an objective fact, then at least “Destruction Whisper” can judge it – the desperate “Archmage” Your Excellency may have stayed at his own Yaori High since the last time he had a head-to-head confrontation with the “President”. The tower never left.

Then as the end of the war draws nearer, as the last Sanctuary is about to fall completely under the siege of the demon wave, with the “President”, Tiamat, old Aiman, and even the “Devil Prince” Dimo Gaogan is staring at the four veteran Lunar Thrones, so how many choices can the “Archmage” make as a “lonely” Lunar Throne?

Continue to rely on the powerful defense of the magic tower to delay time and wait for a “miracle”? Or bravely leave the shelter that has turned into a cage and rush out to give it a go?

I’m afraid that can only be the case, right?

As long as there is enough intelligence support, it is not difficult to judge the narrow path left by a strong sunday powerhouse. Long before accepting the mission of “President”, Punk had probably expected this game that would subvert the multiverse legendary organization structure. How the war might end.

And now it seems-“Destruction Whisper” is still reasonably satisfied with the accuracy of its own judgment, after all, at this moment, when Donnella is still trying to use “Golden Riveted Clothes” as a weight. At the time of the negotiation, the battle of the sunday level, which was about to decide the outcome of the war, really came as he had imagined!

“The battle of the sun…is really unimaginable, isn’t it? Covered by such a magnificent light curtain, the silence of this sky alone is more beautiful than the noise from the abyss, yes…I can go from sleep to sleep. I can feel the breath of magic in the law of my lord, but this magical magic is different from all the knowledge I know… Maybe, because its spell structure is a bit too perfect?”

Standing on the crust of the rock formation that has cooled down quickly, with emotion, punk gently stretched out his fingers to feel the energy in the air. In his heart, there is only an indifferent cloud and light wind at the moment.

The battle of the Lunar Powerhouses is about to begin. Punk’s left hand has tightly held the crystal sphere lent to him by the “President”. As long as necessary, he can release the Luminous-level magic shield “Eternal” at any time. Shelter” against the aftermath of the Great War.

The existence of this insurance is undoubtedly very reassuring, and it is precisely because of the guarantee of sufficient safety that the curious “Whispers of Destruction” has the courage to continue to stand here and feel the mystery of the advanced laws.

After all, according to the previous explanation of the “President”, not only can the professionals in the “Eternal Shelter” move freely, but even the caster can continue to use the teleportation method to quickly get away from the battlefield without any obstacles…

Of course, such enviable magical equipment is not something that everyone has the opportunity to own. Although punk is lucky to be able to hold a “death-free gold medal” in the face of the oppression of natural disasters, but the unlucky “star” The wolf of the world” Donilla could only laugh wryly and look around, wanting to cry without tears.

He didn’t have anything to save his life. With the defensive effect of a mere morning star ultimate move, surviving the aftermath of the Luminous Day War was a fool’s errand.

And because of the unique nature of the “Golden Riveting Clothes” that greatly reduces the movement speed of the spell caster, poor Augustine’s temporary leader can’t even try to escape now.

So I stared blankly at the increasingly rich orange-yellow curtain rendering the sky deeper and deeper, and felt that the natural laws that had just been silent were slowly becoming distorted and weird, and the “Wolf of the Star World” seemed to have been able to see it. The tragic scene of himself dying without a place to be buried in a sudden explosion.

“Damn it, Sean, did you expect this war to develop like this? Are you waiting for the Sunday war to break out in Karamus”!

Turning his head fiercely and glaringly at the still expressionless “Whisper of Destruction”, the panting Donnella was so hated that she twisted the fat on her face into a ball.

He hates, he hates Messeur’s insidiousness, he also hates punk’s insidiousness, he hates his own stupidity, and even more hates the greed of human nature!

If it wasn’t for rewards, if it wasn’t for magic, how could he, the “Wolf of the Astral World”, who had been living in seclusion in the vast and silent astral world, came to the plane of Faerun to participate in any war? If he hadn’t participated in this war that was as deep as the sea, how could he have somehow become a slave of the “Archmage” and finally had to wait to die with an expressionless strong enemy in this ruins?

It’s a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, any creature must be responsible for every choice it makes, mortals and legends are no exception.

When that “price” comes, neither hatred nor “if” is destined to be meaningless. Compared with regretful jumping feet, cursing, beating your chest and beating your feet, calmly accepting the reality might make your death more dignified.

But from the perspective of a dying person… the meaning of the words “accept reality” may not be as relaxed and calm as ordinary people imagine. “The Wolf of the World” obviously couldn’t bear the end of his millions of years of life journey. After realizing that the fate of his fall was approaching, Donella, who was covered in golden and red rays of light, was almost in the first place. For a time, he rushed to the punk position desperately.

Obviously, he has probably guessed that the morning star spellcaster with a cold and unchanging gaze in the distance must have some trump cards that are enough to make people face the disaster of the Luminary level but still have nothing to fear. As a “poor man” who has nothing, If the temporary leader of Augustine, who was abandoned as cannon fodder, wants to survive, then this unknown hole card belonging to the enemy must be his only hope.

So driven by a strong desire to survive, the “Wolf of the Star World”, which directly ignited his soul without hesitation, finally broke out in a desperate situation.

“I’m Donella Augustine! I’m a jackal from the astral world. I’ll never just fall here in a vague way. I’m going to plunder the hope of surviving!”

Forced by the crisis of life and death, the self-proclaimed “Wolf of the Star Realm”, the morning star mage, showed for the first time the bloody eyes of a hungry wolf. Staring at the head of the powerful enemy in front of him without slack, Augustine, who did not hesitate to write runes in his soul at this moment, is definitely a powerful demon wolf, and the deterrent aura he carried even made punk once Reminds me of a certain golden knight with mysterious strength!

However…………

“jingle”!

“…”

It’s a little too late for this little battle meal. In the quiet and quiet silence, the real masters of the grand banquet have both arrived!