"No matter how darkness covers the earth, when the sun rises, light will eventually come to the world!" In an open space, an old magician put his hands on his chest and kept chanting with his eyes closed.
Standing next to him, another magician was doing the same action. Their movements were uniform, as if their bodies were connected by something.
Only a few steps away from them, another magician was doing the same action and chanting the same sentence: "I am willing to give my life and burn my soul! To dispel this terrible evil
Darkness comes to earth for the sake of light!”
Looking along these four magicians, there are more magicians, who also put their hands on their chests, also closed their eyes, and also muttered words. Their voices joined together and echoed in the sky.
As the chanting continued to accelerate, their sentences began to become a little unclear, and their intonations began to become rhythmic. And the feet of these magicians who seemed to be standing in disarray also began to light up with silver lines.
These lines spread among the crowd and connected with each other, eventually forming strange symbols one after another.
As a result, the magic inscriptions carved on the ground one after another were filled with light, and the lines connecting these magicians became extremely dazzling.
When these changes began, these magicians began to open their arms, hold their arms horizontally, spread their palms, and raise their chins.
Each of their faces is full of wrinkles, and some even have terrible age spots.
There are also some people who look just middle-aged, but their voices are already old. In terms of age, these people who don't look very old are already veterans in the magical world.
"halamiusa... bugalusatu..." The low spell reverberated across the earth, as if it had condensed into substance, striking the surrounding space, as if trying to break free.
Huge magical power surged out from the bodies of these old magicians, like ignited flames, raging in the air, making it so sticky that it became difficult to breathe.
Due to the surge of magic power, their figures began to become distorted. As the air flow continued to evaporate and fluctuate, these people seemed to be enveloped in steam, and their bodies were bent out of shape with the restlessness of the air flow.
Seeing that a huge super magic was being formed, the old man standing in the center of this super huge magic circle finally opened his eyes at this time.
He stared at the light pillar in the distance that also burst out with huge magical energy, looking at the huge light pillar that the world called the Magic Eye.
"Human magic is not as domineering as the magic of the dragons, nor as subtle as the magic of the elves." The wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like flowers in the twisted airflow, and his white hair also scattered, rising with the airflow.
Floating and dancing as gracefully as a loose fairy.
He looked calm, not caring at all that the magic in his body was churning and impacting his body in response to the spells chanted by the magicians around him.
"But the weak humans developed a kind of magic that neither the elves nor the dragons had, and improved and developed this magic, and it has been passed down to this day."
"In the past thousands of years, weak humans relied on this magic to block the invasion of demons..."
"Over the past thousands of years, our ancestors have used this method and our own methods... to bring peace to this world!"
"Although magicians have made many stupid mistakes, magicians have never forgotten this mission! Whenever evil comes, there will be magicians fighting for the world until the last moment!"
"This is the noble capital of magicians, this is the reason why magicians are called gods, this... is what magicians are truly proud of..."
"Travish...my old friend, you are wrong...when a magician is unwilling to pay the price for his pride and nobility, he is already wrong! You regard yourself as a god, but you are unwilling to fulfill your obligations."
God’s responsibility, so you are wrong!”
"Chris, little guy, no matter how much you look down on magicians, no matter how powerful your 'science and technology' that you don't know where they come from... please open your eyes and see clearly, the magicians in this world,
How do you protect this world in your own way!"
"Watch carefully! Chris! No need to thank me...make good use of this short time! Chris...you are our last hope!"
"We will eventually turn into dust and live forever with this world! We will eventually return to our destiny and light up hope for this world!"
"In the name of Wulong Sadelai...the ceremony is completed! It's called sacrifice!" After whispering what he wanted to say, Longzadelai, like everyone else, spread his arms and released himself
His body no longer accepts the huge magic power he controls.
This magical energy gathered with all the surrounding magical energy to form an unprecedented huge energy. Following Lonzadelai's gaze, it hit the huge light pillar of the Magic Eye.
Weak humans have been studying it for thousands of years and have used it countless times. The super forbidden spell that can only target the magic eye, the so-called sealing magic that requires at least ten people to activate, and the mysterious existence called the Great Sacrifice.
At this moment, terrifying power erupted.
Vivian's father once used the Great Sacrifice Technique, and this time, the Great Sacrifice Technique presided over by Lonzadelai used a hundred high-level magicians! Together they launched this super magic forbidden spell, and together they dealt with
This magical eye near Grecken initiated the seal.
The old magicians on the outermost edge slowly fell down as if their souls had been sucked out, and then the magicians further inside fell into the magic circle.
Circles of magicians fell, but the huge magic energy gradually increased. At the last second, Ronsardele lowered his arms with a smile, and the entire magic circle became quiet.
The light on the ground disappeared, and the lines that were originally communication lines of magical energy have now turned into blackened ravines emitting light smoke.
The moment Ronsardele fell, the huge light beam of the Magic Eye in the distance began to dim little by little amid the violent magic shock.
The restless magic energy collided in the light pillar, making the entire Magic Eye extremely unstable. This space magic seemed to be disturbed by an unprecedentedly powerful magic energy. It began to become disordered, collapse, and lose control little by little.
Even the ground near the Magic Eye began to crack, and the demons standing on the ground hugged their heads and screamed in pain.
Even just the energy spreading from the magic eye makes these monsters created by the magic source extremely uncomfortable.
Not only were the demons around the Magic Eye affected by the unbearable magical energy, but after the huge Magic Eye dimmed, the army of demons that continued to pour out also began to decrease.
At first, the number just decreased, and then there were very few demons coming out of the light pillar. Finally, the demons that appeared again began to be incomplete.
When a demon stretched out an arm from the magic eye, only this arm fell to the ground. Black blood flowed down the section of the arm, and the palm of the arm was still twitching.
It was almost exactly the same as the backlash effect after the failure of space magic. The surrounding space became chaotic. Only this time, the space was distorted and the scope of self-repair was much larger.
One hundred high-level magicians voluntarily sacrificed their lives, and the sacrificial magic used completely disrupted the magical eye near Grecken. Just like hundreds of years ago, it once again fell into an unstable sleep state.
Countless demons can no longer be teleported.
Although some demon dogs will still appear, the number has been suppressed within the normal range.
These demons who luckily passed through the twisted space can no longer pose a huge threat to this world, regardless of their quantity or quality.
"Your Majesty the Grand Magister..." Looking at the clear magical attack at the crumbling Greckenwallan Pass, on the human defense line, the fat female magician had tears in her eyes and murmured the old man's old name.
She has been calling him by this title since she was sensible. Although this title was recently replaced by His Excellency the Dharma Saint, she is still used to calling the old man who deserves her respect this way.
In the spacious and bright office of distant Ireland Hill, there was a sudden crisp sound. When Luther rushed into Chris's office, what he saw was that Chris was using his arm to sweep down the office.
All the memorials on the table.
The glass that Chris has been using for more than five years, the first batch of glasses produced by Alan Hill, any glass that is put on the market will be priceless and shattered. Those placed on His Majesty the Emperor's behalf
The priceless things on the desk were scattered on the floor at this moment.
His Majesty the Emperor's favorite pen was broken into two pieces. Many of the memorials approved by that pen had changed the fate of the world.
There is also that ordinary-looking telephone. At this moment, the corpses are separated and scattered at the door. But if you grab it, you can connect to the nuclear counterattack hotline!
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Luther and the guards asked uneasily as they looked at the messy office and the frosty-faced Emperor.
"Put this place in order!" Chris did not answer Luther's question, but raised his feet and walked out: "Go to Princess Vivian! ... Also, let Princess Luna come to see me!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Luther glanced at a guard beside him, then turned around and followed Chris who walked out of the door.
At this time, he vaguely heard His Majesty the Emperor in front of him curse: "Old man..."
An hour later, the news of the death of Master Ronsardele and more than a hundred high-ranking Greken magicians spread throughout Ireland and throughout the Magical Continent.