The magician Russell used the Pillar of Light to block the eastward path of the Underdark, forcing the lich Des to fight with him.
The lich Des has been avoiding it, but as time goes by, his patience is slowly wearing thin.
A shocking magical showdown is brewing.
God Realm.
Zeus and Hades are also paying close attention to this unprecedented decisive battle.
This battle is very crucial. It involves the fate of billions of players, directly determines the game progress of the Mage World, and even determines the rise and fall of the gods in the Gods World.
If Russell, the human magician, wins, the continent of Olympus will have no rivals and will surely sweep across the entire wizarding world. The faith of the Olympus sect will also spread throughout the world with the extension of mortal forces.
Zeus naturally became the supreme god-king.
If Russell loses, then the candidate for the Supreme God King is probably Hades.
"Zeus, let's make a small bet. If my lich wins, I will be the first god-king in the future. Then, give me your artifact Thunder. If you lose, I will give you the Sword of the Dead."
"Hmph, don't be delusional. Your lich can't win." Zeus sneered.
"Where do you get your bullshit confidence?"
"My Russell, since his debut, has never been defeated in a formal magic showdown. He has gathered an invincible aura. This aura is very big, very big, not your hiding lich.
It can be compared. No matter how powerful your lich's magic is, its structure is still too small, and it will never be able to be on the stage."
Hades laughed loudly: "Aura? Peerless masters all have their own absolute self-confidence. I admit that Russell's aura is great. But it is not enough to influence Des, who is also a legendary mage. Moreover, the level of magic is really high.
High or low, my lich is obviously better!"
This is true. The magic level revealed by Dark Pangu is completely that of a mature legendary mage. However, the power revealed by Sun Ran has just reached the legendary level. He is less than twenty-three years old, so he is still too young after all.
This is exactly what Zeus is worried about.
He turned his head and looked at the light mirror. In the light mirror, he saw the high ground where Sun Ran was sitting. As usual, he was facing the pillar of light, sitting upright, like a stone sculpture, without fear or impetuosity, only as deep as the sea.
of tranquility.
For a moment, Zeus even felt that even he couldn't see through this young man.
This must be an illusion. The other party is just a legendary mage with eighth-level authority. There are no secrets in his eyes.
He sighed and said: "It's meaningless for you and me to argue now. If Russell loses and Olympus is invaded, then I will naturally lose my position as the first god king. If you want my thunder, I will give it to you.
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"That's right. Then let's wait until they win or lose."
The mortal world, the endless abyss.
The expedition fleet of the Spartan Empire has sailed on the sea, with thousands of ships of various types, and as many as 500,000 soldiers, all of whom are elite.
In the middle of the fleet is the flagship of the Spartan Emperor. The Emperor, Lanros and Rampa are all on board.
At this time, the sky was clear and the wind was calm in the Endless Abyss. It was a good weather. In fact, it was like this all the way. The sea demon Poseidon seemed very friendly, or perhaps he was also afraid of the majesty of Zeus.
But the mood of the three people on the boat was not relaxed at all. Everyone was very heavy.
"I wonder what's going on with the Black Iron Fortress." The emperor looked at the boundless sea and frowned tightly.
He was making a huge bet. If he won, he would become the king of the world. If he lost, he would die without a burial place. He was under great pressure.
Ranros advised: "Your Majesty, there is no point worrying about the war situation in the west. The day after tomorrow, we will arrive at the port of Crete on the northern continent. The most important thing now is that we must make every effort to prepare for the first landing!"
"As long as we seize the port of Crete, we will have a foundation that can be attacked and defended. Even if the continent of Olympus is captured by the Dark Army, we will still have a chance." Lampa also advised.
The emperor couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This time, I prepared ambitiously to go on an expedition, but now I understand, I seem to be on the run. Alas, my fate is really unpredictable."
Now that things have come to a point, I can only risk my life and give it my all.
North, Asaph continent.
The Northern Alliance is also making full preparations to defend against the enemy. They have not fortified the port of Crete. In fact, they have abandoned the port in advance.
This decision was made by the great magician Simon. Because of this matter, he withstood tremendous pressure and had to explain it to the envoys from various kingdoms every day.
Isenberg.
Simon once again faced the challenge from the kingdom’s messenger.
"Master, the port of Crete is the best place to attack. As long as you raise a huge wave, you can feed all those brats in the south to fish. Why do you insist on giving up the port of Crete?" This is Corsica.
The third wave of messengers sent by the kingdom.
"I have explained it very clearly. The opponent has a great magician who is evenly matched with me. I have no chance to release the forbidden spell! Moreover, their magicians are more numerous and stronger than ours. Their military strength is also stronger than ours.
How many times. If we fight with all our strength from the beginning, we will definitely lose!"
"Then how can we fight?" the envoy shouted angrily. He had no regard for the majesty of the great magician. The reason was very simple, because Simon was not a noble, and the northern continent had the most bloodline and strict hierarchy. Looking at it from another angle, the northern continent's
The core is actually rotten.
Simon explained patiently: "The other side has no backup and lacks stamina. When the other side is broken into pieces, we can use our vast land to drag the other side down!"
"You magicians always have a point, but we just think this decision is very ridiculous!" The messenger was still not satisfied.
"..." Simon found that trying to communicate with a messy, ignorant and brain-dead nobleman was an extremely painful thing.
God Realm.
Odin watched these meaningless quarrels quietly and sighed.
This is a rule that has been formed in the Asaph continent for thousands of years. It is very stubborn. Even if he is the god king of Asaph and has issued a divine decree, he still cannot break these bad habits in a short time.
He had a premonition that his Northern Alliance would be defeated in this war and suffered a disastrous defeat, which made him feel very bad.
"Odin, I feel so sad for you." A voice came, it was Frigga. She was imprisoned in a hall nearby. There was a transparent wall of light inside and outside the hall.
"Shut up!"
"Originally we had a chance to win, but you drove him away abruptly." Frigga sneered, she already knew the news about Russell, and she was proud of her Russell.
"It doesn't matter if I fail. Even if I fail, I will still be one of the three divine kings. As for Russell, he will die. You see, he is preparing to duel with the legendary lich. This time, he has no chance of victory!"
Ding sneered.
He waved his hand, and a light mirror appeared in the hall, showing the mirror image of the Olympus continent and the Black Iron Fortress.
"I will let you watch him fail! When he fails and his consciousness exits the game, I will kill him immediately!" Odin said viciously.
