"Whoosh!" While the white-robed divine attendant used magic to attack Vivian, Sapphiral's magic also spurted out from his sword edge, and a wind blade as fast as lightning rushed directly behind the white-robed man.
, only a little slower than the thunder and lightning magic used by the man in white robe!
"Ka!" Farai's palm also lit up with a scorching light, and a bolt of lightning hit the white-robed man's defensive magic barrier in the blink of an eye. He only used a thunder and lightning magic, but the attack strength of this magic could not be exceeded.
It is much more powerful than the two magics of the same type used by the man in white robe.
After all, the three people in front of me are all super elites in the magical world. If it weren't for Alan Hill, any one of these three people alone would be enough to hold up a battlefield.
But now, the three of them appeared together just to besiege a man in white robe, which was obviously overkill.
After the huge collision, the man in white robe's magic defense barrier shattered, and he himself was seriously injured. The white robe on his body was in tatters, and he flew backwards for a long distance in embarrassment before he stopped himself.
Unfortunately, after stopping his body, before he could use another magical defensive barrier, huge energy enveloped him.
The magic energy used by a giant dragon poured out and evaporated the white-robed divine servant in just an instant.
"Ah!" In the infinite light, only the scream of a white-robed divine servant echoed. Obviously, when the light dissipated, this poor divine servant would not leave even ashes.
…
"Ah!" Suddenly, a zombie-like body sat up from a coffin-like machine. He gasped for breath, and black liquid flowed from his face and along his wrinkled body.
His face, dripping onto his chest where only bones were left.
He saw a dried corpse being carried out of the dim room in front of him by several handsome-looking demons wearing white robes and white hoods.
The corpse looked like something that had been dried for hundreds of years, and just looking at it made one's stomach churn.
Then he looked at the translucent "person" standing not far away, and quickly showed a humble expression: "The great origin of magic... I failed..."
"I know you failed." There was some irritation on the translucent face of the source of magic, but his voice was still very ethereal.
It was as if the room was filled with his speakers, and every time he spoke, sounds would appear from different angles.
"But you performed very well and were very brave!" It or he said as he floated in front of the old man who looked like a vampire to death.
"You have been living in the container I gave you for more than 1,000 years... In the past, you were just a great magician. It was your loyalty to me that allowed you to achieve your ultimate evolution!" He said while using ethereal words.
He used his hand to touch the edge of the container next to the old man.
These containers are filled with tubes, and the liquid inside seems to be flowing. There are such containers all over the room, some are empty, and some still have people lying inside.
"No one who is loyal to me will face death! This is what I promised you, so you...can live."
"Go! Fight for me! Bring victory back!" The source of magic waved his hand gently, and a handsome demon pushed the old man back into the container.
The old man kept trembling in the black liquid, and finally made no sound. At the exit of the temple in the distance, another man in white robes walked out of the temple.
"Great source of magic, the souls of these magicians can no longer support another 'reincarnation'." The handsome demon said softly to the source of magic: "Many servants of God have..."
"You can have as many servants of God as you want. Anyway, after 'reincarnation', the memories of these people's reincarnations will disappear..." The source of magic said proudly: "Let those who voluntarily become servants of God come over, and then let them become new ones."
God’s servant!”
What he calls immortality is that these people can live forever in a device similar to a life capsule... This kind of life is actually not a serious life. They will all die, but they can "live" for a long time.
These servants of God can be resurrected, but every time they are resurrected, they forget the fact that they have "died". They have no fear and firmly believe that they have always been alive.
What's even more frightening is that their magical energy will be greatly improved, and the pure energy body will give them the power of a great mage.
Once, this was an invincible army of the origin of magic, but now this army suffered heavy losses and had to start replenishing it.
The origin of magic lied. If the God's Attendant did not die, it would have been possible to continue to exist like this, as an energy body controlled by the origin of magic, and as an incomplete soul with only partial memories.
However, once these warriors begin to suffer losses, their lives will become unstable. They may be resurrected several times, or they may die immediately. Anyway, this is their destined destination.
"Go! Go fight for me!" Seeing another army of divine servants slowly gathering, the proud voice of the source of magic echoed throughout the hall.
This is his inviolable temple, and this is his most powerful source of war! As long as he controls this place, an army of divine servants will be continuously produced, seemingly endless...
"Throw those corpses into the magic furnace and recover the crystals in their bodies! Then send them all to the warehouse! I'm tired, don't disturb me." After the magic source finished speaking, the whole body disappeared into the dark basement.
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The demon bowed slightly, and then turned around to do what he was supposed to do. The demons who could be chosen to come here are all fanatical believers who believe in the origin of magic. They even have no self and pray every day.
Dedicate your life to the source of magic.
The source of magic that disappeared here returned to another room. His ethereal image began to become blurred, which was a sign of his weakening strength.
Even if he has the magical energy of his own will, he is not a completely infinite energy body. He can create strange armies and even split into new life forms, but he is not infinite. He is creating
At the same time, it also needs to be supplemented.
"Damn...why, why are so many powerful warriors unable to defeat those damn bastards!" His voice trembled, as if he was on the verge of collapse.
