Chapter 621 (1/2)
Mozwa
It was noon, but it was like dusk. One by one, the cross lightsabers rise on the earth to clear the surrounding distorted phantoms, and then block those distorted phantoms that are trying to jump out with grating.
Thousands of angels are fighting with the distorted phantoms in the air. In the wilderness below, a square of soldiers is receiving the blessing and protection of the priests. The hazy halo attached to the body can temporarily isolate the influence of the chaotic phantom on the individual, which is also a skill and magic invented in the war thousands of years ago.
They stood ready, their long spears pointed to the sky, and looked at the illusions and crazy creatures coming from the wilderness.
In the face of these irrational existence, it doesn't need too complicated stratagem or trap, because these chaotic phantoms will instinctively converge to many places, and attack the soul which is just like a campfire.
Like a moth yearning for fire, it either devours the fire, becomes more and more powerful, and is burned up by the fire.
A long gun was put in front of the shield, and then the holy rain and dew came down and fell on the cold and sharp blade of the gun, attaching the effect of purification.
Although the fighting power of the angel sequence is not strong in the face of other extraordinary sequences, its various additional capabilities have a great help to eliminate the chaotic mirage, which seems to be the mission of the extraordinary sequence.
Song after song of congratulation rang out among the soldiers to appease the gradually nervous heart under the influence of the phantom.
And then, just after everyone is ready, the twisted phantoms that spread over the wilderness also rush to the ground, such as the most delicious food, or the pure soul that instinctively craves.
On the earth, a line of light golden light encircles mozwa like a dam, preventing the black darkness from expanding outward. Compared with the endless swarming Kuroshio, such a dam is extremely thin, but it is particularly tough, which makes people feel a shock of the confrontation between the huge and the small.
In the middle of sighing mountain, Chris and Siye stand on the top of the mountain, overlooking the huge abyss below. The frenzied air blows the body, and the hair and skirt shake rapidly. Even the voice of speaking is distorted by the wind.
”Too bad, there must be their spies in the sage Association. The seal was destroyed so thoroughly.” Chris looked down sadly, and then the mercury rays spread around the whirlpool, forming smooth mirrors.
These mirrors are like endless corridors of time and space, through which the phantoms will immediately appear on the other side, limiting these surging phantoms.
”Now we can only try our best to recover, and hope to overcome this distorted thing from the past as we did a thousand years ago.” With a sigh, Si Ye opened the book, from which thousands of white flames flew out, and then woven into a network spanning several kilometers, slowly descending, wrapping the vortex below.
”We'll stick to it for a few more days, and cervez and other sages are building a new seal on top, and things will get better by then.” Si Ye rarely comforts Chris. Although she looks young, she has a much stronger heart.