Chapter 1219 (1/2)
”Enzo --!”
At the moment of thunder roaring, Loren Kankan dodged the range of purple lightning bombardment, and snapped his fingers in the direction of the Dragon while being hit by the air wave.
Curse, die now.
The grey blue magic array opened in the pool of blood, and the blood soaked Silver Dragon roared like a wail. The huge body jumped out of thin air and spread its wings under the dome.
The sticky plasma was splashed in the air and scattered on the ground with the strong wind rolled up by the dragon's wings.
”Die now” from the demon hunter is the last counterattack spell. Even after countless improvements by Loren, it can not become a super spell of ”full of blood in place”.
Moreover, in the same semi disabled state, the black haired wizard can't use the most powerful ”die now” - at most, that is, the life-saving straw before dying.
”Suppress him!”
[no need to say more!]
The broken dragon wings were opened, the roaring Silver Dragon swooped down from the sky, and the burning dragon flame gushed out of the open mouth and turned into a golden red light column to sweep away at the black cross.
Serliol, frowning, rolled up the black fog against the extinction column and calmly retreated.
He has penetrated the dark haired wizard's plan and forced himself to retreat in order to take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from behind and make himself overwhelmed
”Dang --!”
Almost at the moment of thinking, the black fog rolled up by raising his hand collided with the ”dawn” of the broken sword.
At the moment when seryol turned back, sparks flashed in front of him, reflecting Loren's Obsidian eyes.
Those are... Hunter eyes.
”Pa.”
This is also a trap!
At the moment when Loren snapped his fingers, serliol, who suddenly woke up, immediately opened his defense, but he was still half a step short.
Curse, rock will.
The moment when the twelve stone cones pierced from the ash desert, they collided with the black fog around the black cross; He did not stop him, but only delayed serliol's action for a moment at most.
But this moment was enough for the silver dragon that tore open the flame and swooped down.
”Boom --!!”
In the deafening sound, the landing dragon shook the earth, and the blast swallowed up the huge body and the figure of the black cross.
In the strong wind, the black haired wizard holding his body with a broken sword did not move and stared at the center of the explosion.
Although he does not expect to defeat the black cross with one blow, he can never bear the sacrifice impact of a giant dragon with an entity; If you don't get killed, at least you have to be hit hard.
... probably?
”Boom... Boom... Boom...”
At the moment when the thunder sounded, Loren with wide eyes looked up at the sky.
The next second, purple lightning fell from the sky.
”Boom --!!”
The moment the lightning fell, there was a smell of burning smell in the air.
Loren Turin... Standing intact.
With wide eyes, he stared at the body of the silver dragon in front of him at the last moment.
No scream, no wail, the Dragon King of Jufeng mountain silently withstood the strongest attack of the black cross.
Lightning and thunder all over the sky, constantly falling on the huge body like secret silver.
The indestructible silver scale is crushed, the skin and flesh become coke, the wound is constantly torn, healed, and then torn again... Mixed with endless blood and water, it burns in the flame together with the flesh and bones.
The flame was burning, and the thunder all over the sky never stopped for a moment; The silver dragon who silently bears all this, from beginning to end
be a tower of strength and be justly proud of it.
Just a few seconds, as long as a century.
[man, fight!]
Enzo's roar sounded in Loren's ear.
[fight to... The end!]
”Boom --!!”
Roaring, the trembling ground rolled up a storm full of ashes again.
Among the ashes flying all over the sky, a thin and haggard figure came from the Bank of the fallen dragon.
The ragged robe was soaked with blood and turned dark red, leaving a trail of blood behind. The left arm was twisted out of shape, and even the pace of walking was staggering.
Obviously, the injury suffered by serlior with distorted expression is not much worse than his hysterical anger.
Only eyes... Those crazy and indifferent eyes are the same as just now.
Standing still, the black haired wizard's expression remained unchanged.
”Why?”
Staggering forward, seryol's voice was calm and crazy: ”because it can't be done, right?”
Loren gave a slight shock.
”Yes... You use the power of Two Holy Grails, coupled with your Alien identity and the characteristics of integrating spirit and material, you barely open the third valve - there is an essential gap between you and me!”
”Now, I'm afraid you should try your best just to maintain the balance between yourself and the power of emptiness, so that you won't die because of losing your heart; where is there any surplus power to fight me?” serlior said coldly:
”The nine pointed star with infinite possibilities... Is that all?”
The dark haired wizard, who was silent and bowed his head, seemed to be silently admitting this fact.
How is that possible?
Call -————————
The stunned black cross looked at the void reaction that suddenly began to expand from Loren and spread around at an unimaginable speed.
”Listen to me...”
Standing up trembling and desperately gambling on the last bit of strength, Loren raised the broken sword ”dawn”, and the only ”dragon teeth” at the tip of the gun also recovered the original body of the gun with the raised left hand.
”I will never... Stop in this... Place!”
”The nine pointed star of infinite possibility will not... Stop in such a place!”
Straight waist, left hand ”dragon teeth”, right hand ”dawn” black haired wizard raised his mouth, gray blue fire lit his whole body.
The color of amazement flashed, and there was only cold sadness on the black cross's face.
Release the empty power of maintaining balance... Even if he defeats himself, how much power does the stranger have to integrate his will into the whole world?
If so, the end of Yan's destruction is still inevitable, and the doomsday he foresees will still come.
So... Loren Turin, let me see;
Your ”no impossible”!