"How did you do it?" York finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly jumped off the steps and returned to his human form. As a result, the first thing I said when I came back was nonsense.
Dalton didn't want to explain in detail. "My magic."
"Are they going to keep fighting until there's a winner?"
Zall hopes so too. "I can only buy half a minute at most. Look at his hands. When the carrier is removed, the curse will end."
"Can't do it again?"
"High-level magic consumes power, York, you must save magic power..." Dalton thought of the flame fortress that Sita suddenly built, and he and Uriel were almost affected. Although it is not common sense, its appearance does establish victory. "...most of the time."
"When it's time to take action, take action. It's not difficult, right? I think now is the time."
"The curse is not your little fireball. I need time to prepare. The whole process must take more than three minutes. How long can you block them?"
"Pretend I didn't ask," York muttered, "Lucia, that judge's magic armor is harder than the city wall!"
"It's divine magic. Where did you get the courage to promise Uriel?"
"He might be in vain if he stays. The Pope is a big living man with long legs. If I were him, it would be time to escape to the Wizarding World. Someone has to chase him. What else do I need to fight to find the Pope of Gaia?"
"Indeed." But first we have to live until then. Dalton watched as the leader of Nightingale's attack was easily caught by the presiding judge. Then he waved his backhand and pushed his comrades into the mud. This ordinary magical skill now played an extraordinary role. Tedonaradu's movement was restricted, but he sped away from the control of the curse. Pieces fell off one after another.
As for taking the opportunity to deal with Kilbewick, Dalton never expected to succeed. The opponent's swordsmanship and divine arts are both superb, but neither he nor York are good at fighting enemies who use heavy weapons. Even if they have a two-on-one advantage, they can't take down the opponent quickly.
Drow had no choice but to change the target and cast poison all over the presiding judge. York didn't need his instructions and rushed towards the Nightingale leader in the elemental state again. There seemed to be a meteor streaking across the hall.
Kilbewick leveled the sword, the light of divine magic flashing at the tip. Dalton became wary, worried that he might bathe himself in holy water or something. Not to mention toxins, not even the "Key to Evil Thoughts" can be used. When Danlao and Nightingale were fighting, Uriel had to deal with the ubiquitous assassinations like this. No matter the poison in the food, the curse on the sword blade, or abnormal conditions such as headache and brain fever, as long as he used a high-level holy water potion to deal with it, the effect would be Instant results. The only consumption is mana.
Fortunately, apart from Uriel, he had never seen a cleric who could waste the potion so much. Judging from a series of deeds of the tower messenger, Dalton felt that this situation was rare. The world is still under reliable logical control.
Golden threads appeared in the air, interconnecting with each other to form a strange giant network. It's just that the workmanship is really rough, and the gaps are even big and small. These glowing threads extend from the tip of the presiding judge's knight's sword. They are as thin as hair and have no known function. Dalton threw a toxin crystal, and it clicked in the fine mesh and fell out of the mesh. He tried to touch it with magic, but the crystal had no response.
But he figured out the nature of the thread. These are the trajectories of the long sword. Dalton felt his scalp numb and couldn't help but retreat into the shadows. God knows when the other party started to arrange it. For God's sake, every swing this bastard makes is creating a death trap in front of him.
This was not a trap for him. Dalton was hiding in a blind corner of the presiding judge's field of vision, but York had no time to stop. Orange flames jumped between the pillars, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was attached to it. It is absurd to pray that the judge will fail at this time. At the critical moment, Sita suddenly returned to her usual human body shape, giving up the lightness and agility of the elemental state. But the accompanying gravity caused him to miss the sword net, leaving only a deep scar on his shoulder.
Seeing that he had escaped unharmed, the presiding judge snorted in displeasure. Dalton decided to listen to him say something else, preferably something like a scream.
The hall was darkened as the cursed sword drew power from the shadows. Drow controlled the shadow under the opponent's feet to climb onto the armor, which coincided with York's response and gave up the enemy's idea of counterattack. Kilbewick was pulled to the side and staggered, and he couldn't help but swing his sword to the ground in anger. The slate shattered like a cookie. "Insects underground!" He spoke for the first time since the fight. "Don't hide in the shadows and sneak around."
Generally speaking, night elves will not be provoked by him. But Dalton jumped out in front of him and hit the wrist holding the weapon with his sword. I'm afraid Kilbewick didn't expect him to take the initiative to approach, thanks to York's broadening of ideas. The weapon fell away under the heavy blow, spinning into the ruins of the magic base, making a heavy loud noise.
Although he lost his weapon, the presiding judge would not let go of this opportunity that came to his door. Without thinking, he changed tactics and turned sideways to grab Dalton's arm. The latter was unable to dodge, so he had to turn the hilt of the sword and stab him in the chest under the action of inertia, making a clanging sound.
The amethyst sparkles like breathing, and large pieces of magic text quickly create additional effects such as "penetration" and "sharpness". But the cross knight armor blessed by divine magic eliminated them all, and not a single rune could be successfully imprinted on it. York's conclusion is absolutely correct. Even the walls would have taken damage from the blow, but Kilbywick remained motionless, his cursed sword bending against his breastplate, paying the price for his master's whim. After the sword tip slipped away, the presiding judge had firmly grasped his upper arm.
Perhaps it was time to decide the outcome with fists and kicks, but Dalton couldn't figure out what kind of person could break open steel armor with his bare hands. After all, as a dark elemental user, he should not have entered the enemy's close range. It's too late to break free now.
"A bird that cannot fly away," the presiding judge said. His other hand went for Dalton's throat. "I will hang your head on the wall."
"No way." He shouldered a heavy weight, and his whole body fell off balance to the right, revealing the bright orange Sita York behind him.
Dalton kicked the knight in the stomach, and the armor made a slight sound. Kilbewick finally let go and fell into the rubble. He aimed at the enemy's chest again, and this time the cursed sword broke through the defense with difficulty and penetrated into the heart. Damn the iron shell, Drow began to miss Uriel's slashing sword. A fountain of blood gushed out, completely soaking the seven-pointed star armband. A golden spike badge was brought up when drawing the sword, he took it off casually and threw it at his feet. At this moment, the presiding judge, who had not yet died, suddenly stretched out his hand, startling Dalton.
Turns out he was reaching for the badge, not his enemy. The drow unleashed a curse, allowing him to say goodbye to the world once and for all. "Sometimes I really don't understand, how can faith turn a good person into such a ghostly state?"
"Not most people. Look at his appearance, can't you see what he really desires?"
Dalton could see clearly.
He looked at the silver lily pattern on the Cross Knight's armor. It looked like a blood-soaked white rose. "Perhaps I have known for a long time that the root of DeWitt and Ingrid's mistakes lies with her."
"Anyway, it's not your fault. Women are all thorny."
"I think, if the Knight of the White Night had not abandoned her family to pursue the illusory honor and responsibility, would Ingrid be different? She would be like a real lady, marry her mother's tribe, and then have a decent life. New last name.”
"Then she must be the girl of your dreams, man. Marrying the girl of your dreams? Nothing like that is a good thing in the world."
"Where do you Sita, whose reproduction relies on reincarnation, get your experience?"
"Probably the courage to look forward." York threw away the metal pointer, which passed between the two pillars while smoking. A stranger lay at his feet, gurgling blood covered deep in the rolling mud.
Dalton realized that was actually Tedonaradu. He changed his appearance again. "solved?"
"Thanks for this good thing." Sita pointed to the pile of metal parts behind her. Dalton caught up with the pointer and found that it was engraved with messy divine inscriptions. "Maybe divine spells also have debuff effects."
"Curse has no effect on armor, but the same magic can offset blessing?" Dalton thought thoughtfully.
After the presiding judge lost consciousness, the quagmire created by magic gradually returned to hardness, but the mud had already swallowed them up to their waists. "Never mind the curse, I asked you to look forward." York shouted, "I'm right in front of you! See? Get me out quickly."
"This won't be easy, you look like a peanut growing in stone." Dalton used the curse sword to apply a "softening" curse on the marble so that York could crawl out. It's a weird situation that Sita can't break free while being restrained in human form. But Dalton didn't dare to be interested at all in the subject of what was the principle behind the morphological changes of elemental life. Let the wizards do their research. If they don't leave the laboratory, they won't create war and turmoil. It just kills two birds with one stone.
As he grabbed Sita's palm, the guy suddenly raised his face. "Dalton, who do you think that body is lying in the mud behind me?"
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"Can't find the point, Shadowfang? No matter what Tedonaradu becomes, he is essentially just the nightingale of the church. Every word he says is meant to hurt you. We all know it. You can't do it for one The impostor’s remarks make you angry, don’t you?”
"Thank you for taking care of me, York," Dalton said, "but now it's you who makes me angry. You almost died."
"Almost. I'm sure I'm safe." Sita pulled herself out of the mud, panting and kneeling on the stone slab. "Did you hear the vibration on the floor? We have to find Uriel quickly. He may have encountered an unplanned situation."
