Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1135

[Chapter 1127 The Battle of Orange Red (3) Daomang]

Light, endless light, and terrifying heat are swirling and dispersing together with solid radiant debris, and the radiation level is amazingly bright enough to make the soul of the legendary powerhouse feel stinging.

It must be admitted that the bursting energy of the three Morning Star Ultimate Moves intertwined is absolutely astonishing. When the burst of light that covered every shred of law fluctuations in the space turned into a tens of millions of kilometers in diameter on the earth. When the elliptical sphere was formed, a new scene of the sun was rising on the battlefield among the four top powerhouses.

So at this moment, in this vast wasteland not far from the Hatak Empire, except for the icy and insulated Faerun plane rock formations that can still exist resolutely like a mountain since ancient times, all those within the scope of the explosion were affected. Matter, energy, and laws were all instantly evaporated without a doubt, and Punk and Anthony, who were relatively close to the center of the explosion, were directly knocked out by the shock wave of amazing potential.

Even due to the unavoidable impact of the violent energy, the magical protection on “Whisper of Destruction” was shattered by as many as three layers in just a moment, and the explosion of the earth-shattering law was directly shattered by as many as three layers. What terrifying destructive power does the frontal collision have.

“Mortlett, are your damn, damn, dawdling “super” magic tricks ready for Detema? Kona and I can’t help you stop this monster indefinitely!”

Half-kneeling on the ground of the truly spotless gray-white rock formation, Anthony, who was also blasted far away, and whose shield state and even his soul state were worse than punk, finally couldn’t help but burst out a roar at his slow companion.

This is not because the “clean glow” who can always maintain a friendly smile on weekdays has a bad temper, but because he is really impatient.

After all, in the face of a “monster” that has the ability to besiege three tough people and release Morningstar spells to counterattack, it is absolutely impossible for the morningstar priest, as the main challenger, to not be nervous, and the crisp tick of time loss is still with him. The ear is getting louder and louder, and the ominous hunch and speculation in his heart are becoming more and more intense-after so much pressure and urging, even the best-tempered person may not be able to resist swearing.

What’s more, the “good temper” of “Clean Glow” was originally pretended…

Of course, no matter how the process is, what should come will come eventually, at least the facts will always prove to the leader from time to time – sometimes it is necessary to properly urge the subordinates who are dawdling.

For example, after Anthony got angry, Motlet, who was sweating profusely and slowly pouring energy into the magic model in his hand, finally completed the “super magic” that his companions had high hopes for. When the shock wave of the explosion swept across the battlefield and destroyed everything that did not reach the level of the morning star, the male priest who was carefully trying to control a small mass of tangled filaments in his palm was finally able to answer Anthony’s words and start rolling his eyes to look for the blast. “Whispers of Destruction”.

“Don’t worry, I have completed my magic, that arrogant spellcaster is about to usher in his doom!”

Subconsciously reaching out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Motlet, whose tone was trembling a little, seemed very confident.

He believes in the morning star magic in his hands, and he also believes that his two companions must be able to stop the enemy’s counterattack. Abandoning high-end defense completely and investing all of your energy and magic into this one and only killer.

And just like Mottlet believed that his attack would definitely lead to victory, Anthony, who was a little embarrassed by a morning star explosion, naturally believed in his own abilities, and he believed that he would never let the caster break through if he had no choice.” He also believes that the principle of “two fists cannot defeat four hands” will always be effective.

The clergy are always so confident, aren’t they?

In fact, at this very moment, the optimistic “clean glow” is still planning to stop punk from escaping and loot the spoils:

“Punk is a spellcaster who is good at using a variety of spells to combine and fight. When he finds that he is unable to match, he should choose to use some cards to escape, and the white staff he has been holding in his hand is a A piece of magic equipment? Well, maybe the key to this guy’s escape is on that staff, and it must be stopped in time… According to His Royal Highness Tyre, that Kona’s fighting power and fighting ability The experience seems to be much stronger than that of Motlet. Sure enough, such an important task still has to be done by her. As for this guy Motlet…”

Motley…

Lit…………

When the troubled thoughts thought of this, the “clean glow” who had been paying close attention to the location of punk was suddenly stunned.

Because it was just to his right, where Motlet was using the magic to lock the target, and just in the corner of his eye… I saw the hazy shadow of Morning Star Priest Motlet. Suddenly there was a twist and trembling without warning.

Immediately afterwards, under the silent view of the orange-red sky, in the roar of the law storm, a beautiful girl with silver-white long hair and lavender pupils maintained an absolutely silent posture while the completely unresponsive man The priest suddenly appeared behind him…

“…”

“No! Mottlet! You idiot! Get out of the way!”

“Clang bang”!

Almost at the same time when “Clean Glow” suddenly turned his head to his right, a clear metallic sound of chirping echoed through the entire battlefield with the torn space fluctuations, until the cold blade reflected in the sky. When the blazing fire was burning, Anthony’s roaring roar was completely unable to prevent the sharp light representing death from coming out of his body.

Yes, late, too late!

The reminder from teammates was too late for Motlet, who stared in disbelief, because he was right next to him, with the only two layers of magical defense shields he had. Above, a blade of light like fallen leaves across the autumn water has already galloped from the dancing shadows, and the sharp eyes of the beautiful girl have locked the enemy’s soul firmly!

The Curing Spell of the Blades of Setiss – Sharp-edged!

Morning Star Golem Solidification Spell – Nether Spur!