"The power I projected was shattered. Who on earth has such courage!" Lianrong twisted her huge body, and the surging energy storm raged in the abyss.
She looked sulky: "The person who borrowed my power from me just now was Crescent Island. No, I have to ask that guy Eleanor to send someone over to take a look at what happened."
Then, Lianrong looked at the seal above her head and rushed towards it with extremely evil dark energy.
A bright light lit up on the sealing circle and bounced her back.
Lianrong tirelessly launched attacks again and again, and finally fell to the bottom of the Demonic Abyss. She raised her head and roared: "Caesar, you have sealed me for nearly a thousand years. When I find your soul when I get out, I will definitely imprison you every day."
Burn it with the soul-burning fire and make your life worse than death, just wait and see!"
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"Roar!" The giant red dragon fell into the group of black magicians with the force of a prairie fire.
"Explosive earthly flames! Flooding flames destroy the formation!"
Two consecutive spells turned hundreds of meters around into a sea of fire, and a scorching heat wave spread outward.
Although Chris's demonic fighting spirit was exhausted in the battle with Akali, he controls the fire element and still has good combat effectiveness.
The black magicians screamed again and again. They had used their own magic power to sacrifice the formation, and they were already in poor condition. Now they suffered from this disaster, they were even more miserable. People of the fifth and sixth levels fell in pieces.
The reputation from Jeffrey is 20, the reputation from Joelman is 26...
With Chris's help, the Holy Knights of the Radiance Mission were as excited as if they had been given a shot of blood. Their morale was high, and they were unstoppable in the battle. In the blink of an eye, several spliced monsters were chopped down.
Powell didn't expect that Chris' hatred for the Black Dragon Palace would be so strong that it made him, the deputy leader of the Holy Knights, a little ashamed.
After taking a short break, Powell also joined in.
Without Akali, the black magicians were retreating steadily and were unable to effectively resist.
Twenty minutes later, all the splicing monsters in the outer circle were killed, and the remaining ten or so seventh- and eighth-level warriors were still resisting. Their magic power was about to be exhausted, and they would soon turn into scum.
Unlike knights, even if the fighting energy in the body is completely exhausted, they can still defeat enemies one level lower with their powerful bodies.
Seeing that the battle was coming to an end, Powell quickly reminded loudly: "Be careful, don't kill them, leave them alive!"
The remaining people can barely be considered as the top leaders of the Black Dragon Palace, and it is estimated that a lot of secrets can be pried out from their mouths.
The holy knights formed an encirclement, trapping the remaining black magicians in the middle.
At this time, one of them shouted: "Brothers, if we are captured by them, our lives will be worse than death. We might as well end it ourselves!"
After saying this, he pointed the wand at his head and used the lowest fireball technique.
"Bang!" His head exploded, red and white pieces scattered all over the ground, and his body fell backwards weakly.
This seventh-level black magician ended his life like this.
Powell realized something was wrong and wanted to rush to stop it, but it was too late.
The dozen black magicians followed suit one after another and used the last bit of magic power in their bodies to commit suicide, leaving corpses all over the ground, none of them intact.
At this point, the war was completely over, and the Black Dragon Palace sub-base on Crescent Island was destroyed.
Chris covered his face silently. This kind of thing should be explained in advance. If you shout it in front of so many people, won't the enemy also hear it?
Powell looked a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and said: "Molton, you lead some people to carry the bodies of these guys together, and we will take them back to receive the credit. Jeffrey, count our casualties."
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"Yes, leader."
"As you command!"
Chris returned to his human form, walked to Powell and comforted him: "It doesn't matter, we can continue to search and find their underground hiding place. There may be survivors and clues there."
Powell's eyes lit up: "Yes."
It is impossible for Akali to bring everyone inside Crescent Island to participate in the battle. He may send some of his subordinates to guard the door, or leave clerks to handle the work.
In short, Powell and the others still have a chance to arrest some people from the Black Dragon Palace for questioning.
Chris also wanted to know what the purpose of this sub-base of the Black Dragon Palace on Crescent Island was, and whether it was to build a summoning circle secretly like in Misty City.
But these are the tasks that Powell should do. After Chris reminded him, he went to find the scattered corpses of the black magicians and peeled off the space rings from their hands.
The black magicians on this Crescent Island are very wealthy. Almost everyone has a ring, and some even wear two or three.
Regarding Chris' behavior, the Holy Knights did not dare to complain. People from Team 15 even went to help him peel off the ring.
It didn't take long for Chris to collect more than 300 space rings and fill a bulging package.
Of course, he didn't go too far. Chris didn't take the items worn by the seventh- and eighth-level black magicians and Akali, the ninth-level powerhouse. Instead, he handed them over to the Radiant Envoy for disposal.
Those rings may contain important information or objects. Even if you get them, you won't be able to use them. Instead, they will be a hot potato.
At this time, Jeffrey trotted up to Powell and said: "Reporting to the deputy commander, our glorious mission lost 68 people in this war, 102 people were seriously injured, and two people were slightly injured.
More than a hundred people."
Powell said with a heavy face: "The brothers who died are all heroic warriors. The church will never forget them. It will take their bodies back and bury them alive."
"yes!"
Compared to the three hundred black magicians who were wiped out, this number of casualties was already considered a great victory.
But it is also an extremely painful number, because it represents sixty-eight living lives.
Next, Powell sent some people to carry the bodies of the sacrificed holy knights and black magicians into the cabin.
Then, he looked at Chris and asked, "Do you have any clues about the base inside Crescent Island?"
The Black Mage emerged after the fog enveloped the land, so the Radiant Mission still didn't know where the entrance to the base was.
Chris thought for a while and said: "I have a guess. They led us here and mobilized enough combat forces in a very short time, which means that the entrance to the lower level is not far away. The base cannot be built in
It's underneath the foggy circle, so as long as we slowly look outside along the edge of the magic circle, we will always find it."
"Okay, then I'll do as you say." Powell agreed very much with Chris's point of view. He didn't notice that he had regarded the young man in front of him as an equal.