A fire elemental cannonball exploded on the floor, turning the dilapidated factory into even more dilapidated buildings. The messenger dragged him by the shoulders and led the apprentice to one end of the dock. Uriel watched the cooled alchemical core floating in the sea, but could not get it. "You might die if you jump into the sea now," the instructor told him. "Go back later."
"I can swim."
"You can't even breathe water. The mystery is eating away at your fire."
Uriel didn't understand. "Eroding fire?" The apprentice looked at Joey in confusion as he grabbed his palm. They each had five fingers, neither too long nor too short, growing together perfectly.
The messenger seemed to remember later. "You are more resistant to freezing, so you can't tell."
Uriel rolled his eyes. "I thought you were very experienced in this." Sometimes he saw his mentor suffering from flesh wounds, and when he turned around he was told that he was wrong. When it comes to cold resistance, probably no one in the world can compare with Joey, but there is no connection between the two.
"The air realm is different from the ring level. The difference in mystery is too big." Joey said as he threw an ax. A living dead puppet hidden in the ruins jumped out, and the ax blade split its head. "Last time you used sky magic in Kamaria, I can eliminate the mystery of the sky that your fire communicates with. Not this time." He paused and changed his words: "Not for the time being."
"Is it related to your mystery?" Uriel couldn't guess the reason.
The messenger acquiesced.
When Uriel mentioned this, he remembered that a page of confession was still in Lametta's hand. Will she take it with her? The apprentice pulled the chain, only to find that there was no one on the other end. The Church of Gaia is a subordinate church organization of the Silent School. Many wizards in the school have studied divine arts. Lametta's skills in using witchcraft and black magic are equally superb. It is obvious that when she hid in the School of Silence, she used to conceal her status. In Uriel's opinion, Gaia's Holy Commandments are quite easy to learn and understand. After doing relevant research, it is not impossible for Lametta to break free from the chains.
"She escaped," Nanna told him in a low voice.
"I almost caught her." He was still quite regretful. However, Lord Mercury's injury has little to do with the mystery, she is still in the Sky Realm. Divine magic can only keep her busy for a while, but cannot really limit Lametta's witchcraft.
"She is good at mirror spells," Joey said, "It's the mystery of illusion and reality. Even without metal magic, you can't win."
Then where did you get your confidence before? Uriel decided to give up on the subject. "Lametta may have gone to grab the alchemy core. Whatever is good, is anyone willing to pick it back?"
"No." The messenger turned around and a flying spear solidified in his hand. Uriel immediately realized that he planned to destroy the alchemical core. But when aiming, the messenger seemed to slow down for some reason. "Lord Mercury cannot possibly combine witchcraft and alchemy skills."
Finally, this inexplicable sentence ended the stalemate. The flying spear struck with one strike, penetrating the center of the crystal and immediately freezing it entirely.
Uriel suddenly remembered the strange feedback he received when he touched the alchemical core in an earlier dream. I have used "Spirit Vision" so many times that I almost forgot about it. When the core is shattered, the feeling returns, even stronger. What am I missing?
"The association intends to evacuate," the messenger said. He turned his back to Uriel and looked at the battlefield between the Witch of Destiny and the Lord of the Flame Moon at the edge of the dock. "The dark wizard will be here soon. Be prepared. Compared with a puppet that can only bite and is no different from a corpse eater, the tricks of the dark wizard are much richer."
His assessment is spot on. Two witchcraft puppets dressed as mercenaries rushed towards Uriel, but stepped on a broken board halfway and fell into it while dancing. The apprentice subconsciously harvested their heads before coming back to his senses: "Can Ms. Helen stop them?"
"No. She, like Larson, is a member of the new generation."
Nanna grabbed a diminutive puppet, tore off its limbs like a hungry beggar might from a plate of boiled crabs, then crushed its throat with her foot. The dead could not bear witchcraft, so they suddenly became the most honest corpses, lying crookedly in the pile of debris.
I actually thought she was a weak and pitiful girl? Uriel turned the golden sword into a chain and pulled it out imitating Lord Mercury's metal. The pile of debris became unbalanced and collapsed. Nanna jumped out of the dumping range in alarm. A puppet fell from the top and was pulled by her head and thrown to the floor. Its entire face was smashed. "New generation?"
"People who have crossed the Path of Death in recent years." The messenger explained quite clearly at this time, but the second half started to get messy, "Helen is the new generation of Sky Realm. She is not a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She can't deal with the dark wizard. . Black magic? It's quantity." After the eagerly looking puppet on an ice floe pounced on him and was cut into two pieces by him in mid-air, the messenger finally had time to stop and consider the order of words. "I mean, dark wizards are not elementalists. Their methods are endless and there are many. Helen is untrained, and she can't even keep up with the reaction of casting spells."
What he meant can be summed up in one sentence: Ms. Helen's profession does not require research on how to bring down hostile mysterious creatures, and she herself does not have much battlefield experience. Uriel held the soldier's iron sword, knowing the difference between war and winning in a duel. The mystery and flying ability are enough to make Kongjing invincible in front of the ring, but sometimes what they need is not invincibility, but victory.
A total victory would be best, but that depends on the situation.
He stepped on a long pole, his foot slipped, and the steel made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the golden sword. The strength of these sorcery puppets was so amazing that Uriel almost let go during the struggle. The apprentice fell down and rolled to the side, the iron sword piercing the ground behind him. While the soldier was drawing his sword forcefully, Uriel got up and chopped off its head, and the helmet was smashed into the sea like an iron can filled with water.
Someone attacked from behind. Uriel lowered his head to avoid the dagger and grabbed the opponent's neck. "Absolute Command" followed the traces of black magic and flashed the golden sword, cutting off the thin invisible thread. One can imagine that the dark wizard controlling the puppet suddenly fell down and died. His companions avoided the corpse in horror while continuing to order the "Rigoletto" to attack. When will it end? Uriel thought tiredly.
Even Nanna was more relaxed than him. The maid jumped and flew nimbly, and her method of tearing the enemy into pieces was extremely cruel. Ms. Helen said she had also been plagued by black magic and gained extraordinary powers as a result. This definition of "haunting" seems a bit inappropriate, but she had shown fear in her apartment on Black Whale Street. Uriel could assert that no one could tell the difference between true and false emotions better than him. What is she afraid of? Controlled by a dark wizard? His "Absolute Command" can reverse the control of black magic. Maybe the mark on Nanna is still dangerous. I have to watch out for her.
A new puppet appeared behind the corpse. It had no weapon in its hand, so it bit the apprentice's wrist. The pain didn't stop him from picking up his sword and hitting its ear. The puppet soldier's head was split open and his mouth was exposed. He shook off the relaxed teeth in his hand and half-knelt on the ground due to nausea and the sudden consumption of magic power. However, these things could not kill them all. Uriel used the divine chain to pull away the surrounding enemies, but was knocked down by a soldier who jumped over from nowhere. I would rather fight the corpse eater, he thought dizzily, the divine spell's restraint on the undead would make it much easier for him.
Suddenly, the shadow stopped before his eyes. A spear tip emerged from the soldier's chest, and the messenger swung it hard, causing the corpse to hit more people behind him. He kicked the apprentice in the shoulder and told Uriel to stand up. "Do you still insist on staying here?"
"Without the alchemy core, why are we still here to be beaten?" Uriel wanted them all to leave Beacon Town. The difficulty of fighting the two demon lords may not be as difficult as the subsequent war. After all, he can use his "spiritual vision" to take advantage of the former, and the dark wizard troops attacking the port... If he captures Lametta, he will lose the "Confessions" You can think about it after giving the page to Joey.
It's not bad to go back to Black Whale Street. It's not easy for Mr. Lion to deal with these dark wizards. "School wizards and cross knights are also concentrated in the town, don't let them idle."
"Without the alchemy core, why should the Silent School stay in the town to deal with the dark wizard for you?" Joey turned his sword and stabbed a soldier in the chest. He didn't look tired at all. "Eastman is a vassal state of the Tower, and I must deal with these bastards."
"We don't have enough people," the apprentice pointed out.
"They don't have enough magic power either," the messenger insisted. With the "Confessions" and the Scroll of Oath in hand, if nothing else, no one could beat them in terms of endurance, but Uriel felt that he could no longer wield the sword.
We never seemed to see eye to eye. He compromised: "Then let's go to the church. The trap prepared by the Cross Knight will come in handy. We can also look for Roma and Aiken."
The White Envoy flew off the ground, dodged an elemental arrow, raised his hand and threw an ax at the head of Windrunner on the roof of the street a hundred yards away. This guy obviously didn't expect Joey's killing order to be directly named, and he immediately paid the price with his life. "You can't find it," he said.
"Then you have to go. And don't forget, this is your own job." Uriel tried to stand up, gritting his teeth in pain.
Streams of flame flew in long ribbons, and the coming of day intensified the destructive power of the elements. Nanna hurriedly hid behind the stone wall. Joey blocked the first flaming shell, and Uriel was knocked down against the door panel; the second ball of flames shattered the ice shield, and the heat wave turned Joey's deathly face to blood. He swung his stick and knocked away a soldier who thought he had seized the opportunity. Then he turned around and kicked the door shaft hard. The wood split into pieces, and he plunged into the sea with Uriel. The heat swelled behind me, and the dock looked like a surfboard struggling to maintain its balance in the storm.
After a few seconds, Uriel surfaced. "Ms. Helen's opponent is running away," he said. At this time, the apprentice saw his mentor standing dry at the other end of the factory, and he couldn't help but regret not dragging him into the water just now.
