The essence of magic is to extract flowing ether and present it in the world in the way the caster wants. But as long as the ether creates ripples, it will be felt by every node on the lake. Seeker Anjina The "water surface" shapes the foundation of the Magic Sea - although the "water surface" is not all of the ether, it has at least become the consensus among scholars and warlocks of the Silver Tower, the Star and Moon, and the Three Towers of the Sun.
The counter-spell pursues detection and counterattack. Through the ripples of the 'water surface', it detects the slightest changes in the flow of ether and interferes with the spell before it is formed. The warlocks of the Star and Moon were the first to discover the method of monitoring the flow of magic. By feeling the interaction of the multi-colored magic scattered in the corners of the world, they forged the wizard's 'sense of smell'. Over time, this method developed It has become the standard of confrontation between magicians.
But at this moment, what is presented to the Storm Priests is an absolutely quiet realm. The symbol of Aidanlian, the divine power of the Storm Crow gives them a unique way to gaze at magic. However, they look through the Eye of the Storm. All you see is blank space, like staring into an abyss. Surrounding the young man seemed to be a black hole, where the multi-colored magic was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
It's just that every time he finishes casting the spell, the sea of magic wakes up like a dormant dragon, but by that time it's too late. The magic that has formed a chain reaction is like an unbreakable chain, and passes through Luo Yu's hands. ,show out. A spell that cannot be counterattacked means a one-sided war. The priests of the Crow's Claw Temple seem to be playing a game that is destined to be unwinnable. They can only launch a brutal confrontation-but the opponent's The result is that the opponent can free up his hands to counterattack those spells that are a real threat to him, but they have no way to deal with the same spells of their opponent.
Luo Yu doesn't even allow his opponent to have protection. He often chooses to use the most efficient way to interrupt the opponent's protection spell and then attack. Attacking does not require any high-level spells. Sometimes an ice pick is enough to pierce the opponent's weak body.
Then a very spectacular scene appeared. The young elementalist held a staff and stood on the spot, facing the siege of twenty or thirty people, but he still did not lose. And every time he takes action, he must take someone's life. The priests' spells are complicated, but if the casting time is too long, they will be interrupted, and if the casting time is too short, it cannot penetrate the shield of the young elementalist.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Seeing this scene, the selectors among the adventurers only had one thought in their minds, and that was to scream, "Holy shit"; their thinking was even a little short-circuited for a moment, wondering if the Storm Priests had lost their minds and cooperated well and were acting. , or is this another big guild promoting their newcomer?
But it would be a bit too real if it was just to create momentum. Even when they saw Mei, they didn't even think about using the information crystal to record the previous scene, because there was really nothing to record. Those Crow Claw Knights were no match for Miss Knight, but at this moment , everyone picked up the crystal in unison, and what they really thought at the moment was - are those Storm Priests the good guys of the new era who only take beatings but don't fight back?
But of course the priests did not really have the spirit of self-sacrifice, they just spoke of their sufferings. A few priests even secretly hid behind the knights, trying to hide their poor magic. But suddenly they saw a clockwork goblin flying from the young man's hand. At that moment, the priests raised their heads, with an inexplicable look of sorrow and anger flashing in their eyes, and there was only one thing they wanted to say in their hearts:
"Can't you afford it?"
The lady stood beside her husband and looked at the young man at the door. She remained silent and said nothing, but an undetectable and energetic light flashed in her eyes. And there was a touch of tenderness in that admiring look.
It seems that the young man who remains calm in the face of all enemies is no longer just a reflection of his own bloodline, but a kind of sustenance, a carrier of the ideals and splendor of his youth, and an eternal witness of that time. His silence was not resistance, but the son's silent acknowledgment that his mother was the one who was following in their footsteps.
That is the person who truly understands them, and that is her son——
She pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes, blinked, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and looked back. But all he saw was his husband looking at him tenderly. The man said: "Xiaoyu... he has grown up..."
"But it's not nearly enough."
Luo Yu let out a breath.
"Xiao Yu, you can actually be more efficient. Several of the spells are unnecessary," the mother's serious voice came from behind, "Ah and Von spells were born to save magic power. The caster must always pay attention to himself. magic, but it’s not just a rigid dogma—”
Luo Yu was slightly startled and couldn't help but look back.
There, his mother still looked at him with a straight face, "Saving mana is not to save mana, you should understand this, but to win. But sometimes defeating the enemy faster is also a way to achieve the same goal."
Luo Yu was stunned for a moment, and a beam of lightning flew over and hit his shield, causing the sparks to shatter. His eyes flickered slightly. What Karatu passed down to him and Jita was different knowledge - vast, as vast as the sea.
But now this is the nuanced experience of his mother, a former elementalist, a somewhat outstanding—but not yet a genius—spell caster. It is as if the time is recorded on quicksand, writing down the passing years of a person's life, and then telling it to him through the mouth of the person who has experienced it.
He was silent for a moment and then changed his strategy. He raised his hand and fired an ice pick in the direction of the lightning. A scream immediately came from the crowd there.
"Why is he casting spells faster?!"
There was a silent fear among the crowd. Using magic power in exchange for time was not an uncommon strategy, but applying it to the rules of magic taught to them by Karatu produced the effect of one plus one being greater than two. It was normal for the panicked priests to fail to think of this for a moment.
What's more, what they were more frightened about was actually another thing. The priests of the Crow's Claw Temple still didn't understand why they were facing such a situation - why it was blank. The multi-colored magic power was as quiet as under the stagnant water, and what they saw seemed to be a monster - what method did the young man use to conceal his magic power?
But the answer is actually very simple -
Nothing more, just a crystal.
The colorless magic power flows under the vast sea of ether, moving silently in the gaps that no one is aware of. It is like the first cry of a new power in the long history. And it just goes back in time, bringing the gift that was born more than 700 years ago back to this world from the dust.
And that should be the original appearance of this world, magic power without attributes is still magic power.
Now everything has returned to its original state.
After experiencing Alisa and Luo Yu successively, the mercenary queue was in chaos, and the crossbowmen had nothing to do with themselves. The commander of the Crow Claw Temple tried to save the spellcaster who was on the verge of collapse, and finally transferred a man from the front line. Here comes the team of knights.
But before they could get closer, they were caught off guard by arrows flying from the buildings on the other side of the street, and several of them fell down. Miss Nightingale appeared from behind the window there and gestured to this side:
"The battle plan has changed."
Luo Yu raised his head and looked in that direction.
He saw Parker struggling to climb up to the second floor, setting up a heavy crossbow on the terrace there——
"What's going on?" he mouthed to Alyssa.
"Concentrate, Xiaoyu," her mother's serious voice came from behind again, "block the battlefield——"
Miss Nightingale was about to speak, but a ray of light had obscured Luo Yu's sight. Under the cover of the knights, the priests of the Crow's Claw Temple seized the opportunity to counterattack for the first time.
Luo Yu moved his gaze and looked over, but rarely, he did not obey his mother's instructions, but gently put down the staff in his hand. The light shining in the hands of the priests from far and near seemed to be woven into a big net, as if the next moment, he would be swallowed up by the surging spells.
But wizards are called the agents of magic, and they are often the first to feel the movement on the 'water'. Luo Yu's eyes were peaceful. On this complicated battlefield, he had heard the voice that was independent of every spell. '
Low, spectacular, echoing under the sea of magic, its pace is like a miracle.
That is not a power that wizards can achieve, it must come from an older legend.
Only a moment slower than Luo Yu, Luo Yu's mother suddenly stopped talking. The former elemental lady's eyes showed surprise. She raised her head and looked at the building across the street. "This is..." The Storm Priests finally reacted, but their spells had already flown out of their hands. .
But the long wings stretched out from the shadows, and at that moment the winding lightning and flames hit a wall of feathers that looked like cast iron, falling apart and turning into ashes.
A shadow was rapidly extending along both sides of the street. They rose from the billowing smoke and formed the shape of wings. Like a pair of spread wings, rising from the ground, coming from under the abyss, the dark wings covered everyone's sight, hiding Luo Yu behind them.
Sylvide raised her gun and put the commander of the Crow's Claw Temple into the scope. She squinted her eyes for a while and then put the gun down. "Why not shoot?" Ai Xiaoxiao asked her curiously. Sylvide looked back at the confused little girl and smiled slightly.
"It's not yet time."
"Not yet?"
Ai Xiaoxiao looked surprised and was about to ask when is the time? But at this moment, a sharp sound suddenly came from the air, like thousands of sounds coming together and piercing a person's eardrum. Ling Ai said "ouch" and covered her ears.
Sylvide also turned around and looked in that direction.
Under the inn, Siesta carried an unconscious Crow Claw Knight out from behind, entered the hall, and then threw the latter to the ground with a bang. The sudden scene startled everyone in the hotel. They looked at the exaggerated arm armor on the hand of the maid, and for a moment they were still thinking:
Who is this?
Mei had already put down the communication crystal in her hand, turned around, and said to the maid in a soft voice: "Shesta, you came just in time. I just received -"
But Siesta replied, "I already know."
"Then shall we go out, Siesta?"
Siesta looked at her and nodded.
Mei Yi didn't waste any time, sheathed the holy sword immediately, took the halberd from behind, and walked forward. This was the weapon she was good at, but she couldn't use it in the hotel lobby - the Crow Claw Knights had already retreated, and no one was stopping them at this moment.
The adventurer looked at the two people, and they looked at each other again. They didn't want to cause trouble before, but now their mentality has changed. The Crow's Claw Temple's actions in the local area are not necessarily very popular, but they just lack a leader and an opportunity to resist. Adding insult to injury is actually something many people are willing to do.
There is no interest between the two parties, but there are some personal grudges.
The street was eerily quiet at the moment, noisy but silent. Everyone was looking up in one direction, so they didn't notice anyone walking out of the hotel. They were looking at the shape formed from the shadowy smoke, the pair of huge wings almost covering half the street.
And behind the smoke, there was a little red light flashing.
Parker lay on the terrace watching this scene with his mouth wide open. He pressed the bandage on his face, then turned around blankly and asked Miss Naturalist: "Jita, what the hell did you summon for them?"
"I heard they feared the crow, an image of the storm..."
"... Its wings fly through the void, bringing disaster, its howl brings the only guidance in the night, its scarlet eyes, and the blood and moon hanging high. Everything and everything in Terraeche , are all reflections of death and shadow. When it comes, it will come in seven days..."
"...It is the lightless sea of abyss, and the time passing on it. What is about to be fulfilled, and what has been fulfilled, black ships are anchored at both ends of the storm... When the disaster comes, from it comes The descendants are the children of the seven shadows. The light of the evil star flashing in the dark clouds should shine on this land..."
Jita pressed her pale little hand on the title page of the book. The ancient magic book seemed to be stained with a dark color, like ink.
Parker asked her loudly, "What is that?"
Jita thought for a moment before replying: "...it's a crow prophecy. It comes from a very ancient legend."
The Chisos worshiped crows, but they have long been lost to history. Aitaria regarded the crow as a bad omen, and there was not much literature describing it, but fortunately, she remembered some.
But Parker looked at the rising shadow with an ugly expression on his face: "...Then can you not summon such a terrifying thing next time..."
"It's just a shadow, Parker."
Jita shook her head and softly read the last paragraph of the prophecy:
"...It has four wings, three claws, and a serpent's tail. It is Terraeche, the King of Crows."
Four wings grew out of the rolling shadows, two black and two blood red. Its thick claws were more like those of a hound, with broken sores and pressed into the ground. There was also a bird claw emerging from The dark feathers on the chest protruded out, drooped on the chest, and curled up.
Its tail rolled back from behind its claws, segment by segment, like a snake's skeleton, slowly dragging on the ground. The crow-like monster raised its head high, and behind the diffuse smoke were seven eyes, each eye shining with blood-red light.
The Storm Priests were the first to react. They stared at this image in stunned silence, murmuring to themselves and retreating:
"Terraoch, Terra'che..."
"That is the prophecy of the raven...the end of the raven has come..."
The knights also felt a little shaken, and the mercenaries, who had never seen this scene before, had already dispersed, screaming and retreating.
The commander of the Crow's Claw Temple acted even more strangely when he saw this scene. He raised his head, as if looking at a god, and knelt down tremblingly; he neither ran away nor sought. Instead of hiding, he prostrated his whole body on the ground, as if thinking of a supreme being and bowing his head.
But not many people in the crowd noticed this scene.
Alyssa stood at the window in surprise and looked at the scene in front of her. It was originally just a real illusion created by Jita, trying to disturb the other party's attention, but she did not expect that the effect was much better than imagined. But just in time, she raised her head and looked at the sky.
There are also people looking at the sky.
…
Fang Yu looked at the group of people who appeared in front of him.
The leading man was wearing pitch black leather armor and his face was weathered. Judging from the appearance of everyone after him, they did not look like people living in this town. He had seen the refugees in the forest, and they looked almost the same as them. But these people are much stronger than the refugees. They don't look sallow and thin, but almost tough.
"Who are you?"
"I guess you have guessed our identities, Mr. Ed," the man looked at him and smiled, "We are the redeemed." Behind the other party, there was a young man with a pale face, who seemed to be a little nervous. She looked at him tensely and a little nervously, with a hint of uneasiness in her dark eyes.
Fang Yu looked at that person and couldn't help but be stunned. The other person was a selector, but he didn't look like a selector.
Fang Yu didn't expect that he would meet these people today after hearing about the origins of these people from Saya yesterday. But what he was a little bit curious about was, did everyone recognize their identity? He glanced at the young selector almost intuitively, and instinctively felt a connection with the other person.
The young man lowered his head timidly.
"I don't care who yours is," Fang Plover replied, "it's best not to stand in front of me now."
"We know what you are going to do. Your companions are in trouble," the man replied: "We have a common enemy, why not cooperate? Even if you repel the people from the temple, how can they give up? There are so many people in this place, have you ever thought about what you should do next?"
"That has nothing to do with you."
"I guess you must think that you can leave this place," the man further said, "but what about Saya and the refugees in the forest?"
Fang Yu was startled and looked at the other party.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Let's help your companions solve their troubles first, Mr. Ed, and we'll talk about other things later."
Fang Yu glanced at the other person, nodded, and walked forward between the man and his men. The man turned around, thinking he had taken control of the situation, but the next moment, his expression changed.
Fang Plover walked through the open space they were walking towards, and a dark structure was quietly emerging at this moment. Fang Plover walked to the side of these structures one by one, and then put down the communication crystal in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, as if counting something silently.
A smiling voice came from the communication crystal: "If you don't come over here, the battle will be over, Mr. Captain."
Fang Yu pressed out the crystal.
"three……"
"two……"
"one."
There was a soft buzzing sound, and a small structure glowing with dark red light flew up from the Lancer. They formed a dense array and floated into the air. Under the shocked eyes of the man and everyone around him, they flew in one direction in a way that covered the sky and the sun.
It was the result of many days between him and Miss Tata, and it was also the first appearance of Silver Bee after its transformation.
Of course, they have a brand new name:
Evil star——
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Miaoshuwu
