Daolong, who was chanting a spell at the back, looked at this scene, and the fanaticism in his eyes went to a new level. This is the power and life he wants! How can he not be fanatical?
The spells in Daolong's mouth became more and more passionate. An ancient six-pointed star array was outlined in the sky above the castle. A trace of ancient breath slowly appeared, indicating the horror of this magic.
The angel's gaze was no longer indifferent, but there was a hint of solemnity in the golden eyes full of traces of time, as if he did not expect that this weak wizard could have such a method.
The milky white light beam in her hand gradually concentrated and swept towards the Daolong.
The Ganwen Cui blocking the road instantly turned into particles, and even the various magics arranged by Daolong on the castle seemed to be penetrated by this gorgeous beam of light.
The pious and passionate prayers around me became louder and louder, and now it felt like tens of millions of people were shouting.
The holiness in the angel is even more dazzling.
There was no panic in Daolong's eyes, and the spells in his mouth became more and more rapid. The moment the sweeping white light was about to touch him, everything around him stopped.
The whispers that seemed to come from the abyss were very obvious in the prayers of the believers.
At this moment, the angel's expression completely changed, because the voice seemed to restrain the power of faith. The moment the first syllable appeared, the powerful white beam of light actually dissipated.
When the white light touched Daolon, it had completely dissipated, as if it had been forcibly erased by something.
There was a smile on Daolong's face, but the paleness on his face was extremely obvious, as if just this magic had hollowed out Daolong, which could rival the Archmage.
"Angels have many enemies." Daolong murmured, and the mysterious language continued to appear in his mouth.
The six-pointed star formation on the top of the castle began to change, and it seemed that someone was being constructed rapidly.
The angel did not sit still and waited for death. She lowered her figure slightly and gathered white light in her hands. She flapped her huge wings and rushed towards the Daolong.
And Daolong still looks like he has a chance to win. This is his home base. As a black energy wizard who is nearly a hundred years old, he is at his strongest in his home court.
Half of the magic that separated the darkness around them shrank, instantly forming a cage that trapped the angel flying in mid-air.
boom!
The six-pointed star array on the roof of the castle buzzed, and a pair of angel wings were outlined in the center of the pattern.
An evil wave flashed through in an instant, and the angel who was temporarily blocked seemed to have encountered some kind of restraint, and his sacred body was instantly stained with black.
Then the golden eyes gradually dimmed, and a strange scarlet color loomed, as if it was being eroded.
Daolong stopped chanting the spell, with a morbid excitement on his pale face, and murmured in a low voice: "The life of an angel, a fallen angel. It is indeed the magic left by the ancient wizard, hehehe."
The black in the angel's eyes was gradually replaced by scarlet, and the Daolong quickly walked in front of the angel.
boom!
After another huge roar, Daolon's figure trembled and slowly floated up.
"What is this?" The voice came out of the angel's mouth for the first time. The voice was ethereal and sacred, as if it was the voice of holiness itself.
Daolon didn't speak but smiled weirdly. His back was upwards and his limbs were limp and he was slowly rising.
The angel began to panic, and he tried to struggle, but this magic seemed to be specifically targeted at their angels, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
The moment the Daolon's back touched the wing pattern on the top of the castle, an ancient and powerful aura gradually rose.
The black energy that seemed to have been destroyed was now in chaos again, and the righteous energy that was driving him crazy became even more violent.
But in the next moment, the righteousness withdrew from the angel and disappeared into the castle, as if he had given up on the angel.
And at this moment, the holy angel's beautiful wings were directly broken, and the originally gentle face was filled with a trace of death, as if its life force had been drained.
Daolong's face gradually became rosy, and as the angel's broken wings disappeared into nothingness, a pair of pure black wings slowly grew out of Daolong's back.
The supple but evil black feathers revealed Daolon's plan and used the stimulation of righteousness to seize the angel's power! He succeeded!
A black wizard's robe condensed in the void, and the door to the road ahead had been opened by Daolong.
Daolong raised his head and watched the wizard's robe slowly falling. His eyes were fanatical. This is what he is pursuing, continuous improvement, and continuous exploration of the wizard's end!
When the Taoist robe replaced the original wizard robe on his body, Daolong officially stepped into the role of Archmage!
boom!
It seems to be a celebration of black energy, and it also seems to be a sigh of helplessness. The sense of urgency in the hearts of all righteous creatures becomes stronger and stronger.
Daolon slowly flapped its wings, still having the sinister appearance of a middle-aged man, coupled with the pure black wings fanning behind it, there was an indescribable evil about it.
"Is this power?" Daolong murmured. He raised his hands and shook them slightly. Feeling the vitality in his body that was flourishing to the limit, he couldn't help but smile.
"Hehe. Hahahaha"
After decades of struggling to make progress, he finally made a breakthrough and gained huge vitality. The joy of all this made him smile and bend over.
He was thinking back on his whole life, and it seemed that he had spent all of his life for the joy of this moment.
After the disappearance of the eight demons, humans no longer only have wizards, and the path of wizards has also been studied by humans.
Human wizards have been pursuing immortality since ancient times. They may be afraid of death, or they may want to continue researching.
But it has to be said that they left behind many crazy and excellent spells that can even be called taboo.
For example, the ancient wizard inheritance that Daolong received recorded the method of taking the lives of other immortal species.
This polluted angel is one of the ways to obtain angel blood, and it is also the origin of the fallen angels in myths and legends.
Transcendence is inherently cruel. If you want to survive, you must constantly fight for it, at least that is the case for dark wizards.
Daolon had laughed enough and straightened up. Looking at the dying human body of Rose, there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
He was originally a test subject, and he was able to live until now just for this moment, and it was not in vain that he had spent so long preparing the sword dragon.
Daolon raised one hand, and the black light gradually gathered. Under the instant magic power and corrupted faith, Rose's body gradually disintegrated, turning into dust and disappearing into the castle.
Feeling the power at this moment, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. He flapped his two-meter-long wings and instantly arrived at his original wizard's throne.
He reached out to pick up the Cup of Life behind the seat, looked at the patterns on it, stretched out his hand, and threw the thing into the space created by the wizard.