Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh castle in the sky
After Anvilia reappeared in the first tower, Xiumei's brows furrowed.
Her amber-like warm eyes suddenly shone with a golden halo, and a transparent picture appeared in her and Scott's pupils.
About three or four seconds later, Anvilia whispered in her signature clear and gentle voice: "Scott, something happened in the third tower."
"Don't worry about it, Miss. Be careful of ambush."
Scott shook his head and reached out to stop her: "He is just a saint with no awakening origin. If they can't even deal with such a mere scum who plays with illusions, then what's the use of them. What if the plan is to follow?
There is still a certain person that needs to be used in the game, Miss, you can just use the Sleepless Man's Dream to resurrect him."
"Too."
Anvilia nodded and agreed with Scott's idea.
An Ruosi tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Ms. Anvilia, what happened?"
"It's nothing important."
Anvilia shook her head and showed a gentle smile to An Ruosi: "It's just a believer of a false god who rushed to the third tower."
"But that's a good word—"
Before An Ruosi could reply, a huge, hoarse voice with triple echoes suddenly sounded in the air: "Because it can fully reflect your ignorance."
"Huh...Seer? Long time no see."
Scott sneered, took a step forward, and stood in front of Anvilia.
His ice-blue one-eye suddenly shone with turbid light, and dark green flames gradually ignited from his one-eye. And his eyepatch covered with white runes seemed to be blocking something, and the flow speed suddenly accelerated.
"It's down there."
The hoarse voice with triple echo responded.
At this time, An Ruosi finally heard where the sound came from - it came from outside the tower.
Outside this tall tower without a gate, outside the top of the first tower, which is a full 180 meters above the ground, someone is praying softly against the wall of the tower: "Those who are ungodly will suffer.
boom--
As the man outside prayed, the barrier covering the first tower shook violently, and even An Ruosi inside the tower could feel the ground begin to shake violently.
If he had been outside, he would have been even more impressed by this attack.
A golden beam of light with a diameter of a hundred meters fell from the sky, covering the entire First Tower. A transparent barrier like a hexagonal pyramid rose against the outer layer of the First Tower, washed away by golden flares that roared like a waterfall.
It flickered at an extremely high frequency, but it was never damaged.
The reason why An Ruosi could feel the entire first tower trembling was because the hot light streams deflected by the barrier hit the ground, burning the ground until it became soft.
The dark red ground like lava was surging, emitting terrible heat. The surrounding houses burned without any warning. The area around the first tower was suddenly engulfed in a sea of fire.
Immediately afterwards, the prayer with three echoes continued to pass through the barrier and reached the ears of An Ruosi and the three of them: "Those who do not know the truth will be condemned."
"Those who pity those who should not be pitied, and those who give alms that should not be given, will be allowed to fall among the people and be condemned -"
As Purcell prayed, the beam of light rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its color became more dazzling, illuminating the entire sky.
The diameter of the light beam itself was close to a kilometer, not to mention the terrifying heat wave that wrapped around the light beam and distorted the air. The parched hot wind roared, igniting everything around it and burning violently.
Even wizards near the third tower can feel the parched heat in the air tightening their skin.
But they no longer cared about this at this time. They just stared blankly at the first tower not far away, which was shrouded in light beams. The color of fear gradually appeared from the bottom of their eyes, completely saturating their eyes.
Their cheek muscles trembled, their mouths gradually opened, and their breathing temporarily stopped. Their pupils dilated with fear——
The large barrier above the first tower was directly shattered by the flow of light, like glass penetrated by bullets. Radial cracks emerged on the large barrier above. Pieces of large barriers with colorful runes were shattered.
The stream of light shot down and flipped in the air. It fell to the ground and shattered into large pieces of debris.
As the wizards watched, the defensive barrier of the first tower, submerged by the endless stream of light, finally reached its limit.
First, clusters of crystal thorns exploded, then the crystal thorns became more prominent, and finally the entire defensive barrier of the first tower shattered.
Without the protective barrier, the first tower evaporated violently under the wash of light flow, becoming smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some wizards had tears in their eyes, some burst into tears, and some wizards had lost all their strength and fell to their knees on the ground, roaring silently.
The oldest building in the White Tower, the obelisk in the hearts of wizards, finally collapsed.
With this as a prelude, red light pillars, hurricanes and thunder detonated simultaneously near the sixth ring. A thick hemispherical barrier slowly rose from the fourth ring.
In the hall of the first tower, An Ruosi felt increasingly stronger vibrations, and felt increasingly uneasy in her heart.
"What the hell is going on?"
Anvilia remained silent. Suddenly he stretched out his hand, held it in the air, and pulled out a long-handled scepter that shone brightly in silver.
The head of the scepter is a half-meter-long crystal cross. The clear crystal flashes with faint white light, and liquid silver twists and refracts like a snake on the inner wall of the crystal, forming lines of praise inside the crystal.
Prayer for eternal sleep.
"People come from the dust and return to the dust," Anvilia raised the scepter above her head and prayed softly, "Everything will return in time——"
Suddenly, the Sleepless Man's Dream shone with a warm silvery light. And Anvilia's right hand holding the scepter began to be covered with a silvery-white shell. Starting from the fingertips, it gradually moved toward the scepter at a slow but visible speed.
Wrist spread.
Even in Anvilia, there is a price to pay for forcibly using the saint's artifact.
If the silver shell spreads more than half, the traces will not fade even if you stop using Sleepless Dream.
At this moment, Anvilia hesitated for a moment, and then sang the second half of the prayer that Roland once sang in front of her: "...Don't overstep, don't think too much, don't be greedy. Everything is like this, everything is the same.
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The next moment, the shimmering silver light of the Sleepless Man's Dream suddenly shattered and turned into silver-white particles floating around in the air.
The three-meter-long golden hair behind Anvilia untied itself and floated in the air. It was dyed by silver-white particles and turned into pure silver-white.
The mercury-like color appeared in Anvilia's eyes, but was quickly suppressed by the amber luster.
A completely different feeling appeared in Anvilia's heart than when he used this artifact before.
She inexplicably understood that if she returned this magical weapon to Master Changmian now, she could directly become her Pope.
However, Anvilia was only tempted for a moment and then rejected his idea.
As she reversed the ritual, the endless magic power in her body, which was like eternity, was drained away by the scepter at an extremely fast speed and passed to the Everlasting Sleep Master.
At the same time, the sea of flowers at the feet of Anvilia spread rapidly with the blessing of Mentor Chang Mian——
Under the desperate gazes of the wizards in the inner ring, the first tower was finally completely melted and dissolved into the air.
However, the next moment, a large sea of flowers suddenly burst out of the void, spreading rapidly in the air with no fear of the blazing light flow, building on each other, forming a giant garden in the air.
Even the scorching stream of light immediately dissipated after entering the sky above the garden, falling into eternal silence.
So, Seer realized that he was doing useless work and stopped the magic.
As the light beam extinguished, a man in black robes fluttering huge fleshy wings made of tentacles was suddenly exposed to the air.
The next moment, as if there was a crack in time, a crooked, vague trace extended from the castle in the air to behind the man in black.
Dozens of sword lights flashed at the same time - with an aura that seemed to cut open the space, the overlapping sword lights simultaneously penetrated the figure of the man in black directly! (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http