MTL - Abe the Wizard-Chapter 1503 King of fear
Chapter 1503 The King of Fear
Bizarre spells rang in the mouth of Basham's divine wizard. His voice ranged from low to high, from groaning to loud, and the entire Molu city was awakened by his spell.
At this time, except for some boring aristocrats, the others fell asleep, and the sudden sound of the spell broke the tranquility of Molu.
After the altar in front of the Basham divine wizard was released by the spiritual power of the archangel Tyrrell, it began to emit a strange red light.
In this villa, the Viscount family, servants and guards, including the three low-level wizards, seemed to be attracted in the coma, and their souls flew out of their bodies toward the altar.
The entrance of dozens of souls made the altar's magical red light stronger, and the spell of the **** Basham's wizard made the scope of this magical red light constantly expand.
The dark night covered the expansion of the strange red light, and those who were awakened fell to the ground before they could make a call.
Everyone who fell to the ground seemed to fall asleep, but his breathing had stopped for a long time, and the soul had left his body, and flew into the altar with the red light of the monster.
One hundred souls, one thousand souls, ten thousand souls, no crying, no misery, everything is done in the night.
How could two Xeons plan a million ordinary people, how could they make this million people react?
The strange red light is still spreading. Wherever the red light passes, young people, old people, children, men, women, nobles, and civilians are no different at this time, they are just the energy required by the altar.
In the blood-red altar, Basham god-level wizards saw each face, and they silently struggled and shouted. They looked at him and wanted to know who killed them.
The change in the city of Molu is not that everyone has not responded. An adventure team is resting in the city. The spell has just surprised them. They have always faced the danger and they immediately responded best.
The ten members of the adventure team rode on horses and ran out of the city. They wanted to rush out of this weird city.
Just after riding the horse for less than a hundred meters, the horse let out a wailing noise, and then fell to the ground with one head, and the team members immediately fell to the middle of the street without any reaction.
Like the horses, they felt the coercion like a hill. This coercion could just allow them to endure without hurting their lives, and at the same time, they could not move a little.
Ten people could only watch the red light getting closer and closer with horrified eyes, and finally swallowed them.
It ’s not long before the Basham god-level wizard has reached the forty-fifth level. He is not like Archangel Tyrrell and has a special perception of the power of life.
If it was Archangel Tyrrell to activate the altar, then a million souls, or a million souls, would enter the altar, and there would be no more souls.
But he thought that the Basham **** wizard should have the same ability, and he did not explain the number of Basham **** wizard souls.
In his opinion, Basham **** wizards should understand that dealing with altars of this level must be precise.
The Basham god-level wizard is calm on the surface, but he is not calm on the mind. He can kill the gods and wage war to remove aliens such as dwarves and orcs. But for humans, he has never done anything.
There may be no difference between good and evil in his heart, but as a member of the human race, his bottom line has always been to protect the human race.
Today he ended his faith with his own hands, and he sacrificed to **** with a million souls.
Therefore, he didn't pay attention to how many souls he was in when he was invoking the spell. He just instinctively continued to spell, covering the entire city of Molu.
Although Molu City is said to have a population of one million, in fact when the two Xeons came to Molu, the population was 1.1 million, and in one day, due to a grand event in Molu People from nearby villages and towns have concentrated in Molu, bringing the population to 1.3 million.
Archangel Tyrrell watched the blood red in the altar become more and more intense. He seemed to see the lava of Hell, and the flame of Hell.
"Basham, stop, how many souls did you sacrifice?" Suddenly his face changed and he cried.
The eyes of the Basham wizard were a little confused, but suddenly sober in his cry, the Basham wizard turned to look at him.
"Damn, how many souls did you sacrifice?" Archangel Tyrrell asked aloud again when he saw the Basham **** wizard in this state.
"I don't know, I didn't count!" Basham the wizard said, shaking his head.
Archangel Tyrrell looked at the altar in horror. He had lost his mind about what to say with the **** of Barsham, and only hoped that there would be no big trouble for the sacrifice this time.
The offerings at the altar are not arbitrary and can be changed. Hell has always had an equivalent response. One million souls are a channel for communication, but if there are too many souls, no one can say clearly.
Not everyone dares to experiment with an altar of this level. The opposite is a terrible hell.
He somewhat regretted cooperating with the Basham **** wizard, or he should have made it clear earlier.
In fact, at their level, it is impossible to say everything clearly like teaching younger generations, and to maintain sufficient respect for each other.
He thought it was common sense knowledge, but the Basham **** wizard did not know that this was the knowledge gap between each other. Of course, they were the most powerful of the two worlds, and the knowledge gap was also normal.
It's too late to say anything now, and the magical red light has long wrapped the entire city of Molu. Even if the Basham **** wizard stopped the spell, it couldn't stop the soul from pouring into the altar.
"What are you asking for, the sacrifice?" A majestic voice sounded, echoing in the silent city of Molu.
At the same time, Archangel Tyrrell shut up immediately, even trying to shrink his breath.
"I want to tell you a message that the dark world is occupied by a wizard!" Basham God-like wizard glanced at Archangel Tyrrell, and then said as agreed.
"Dark world, it's just an abandoned world. If it's occupied, it's taken!" The voice said indifferently.
This answer surprised Basham's **** wizards, and the reaction was completely different from what they had discussed.
Archangel Tyrrell was frightened, because if Hell had no interest in the dark world, then there must be something bigger.
"You must be weird, sacrifice!" The voice continued.
"Don't the dark world take over? Why don't you care so much?" Basham wizard asked.
"It's very simple, because I'm more interested in this world. I don't know where you know the dark world, but I thank you for opening the coordinates of this world. Otherwise, I need to find it slowly after 10,000 years.
Last time I discovered a crack in space. Unfortunately, it was ruined and my plan to enter your world was stranded. But today I have hope again. "This voice is full of pride.
"Hurry up, destroy the altar!" Archer Tyrrell shouted at last.
He was a hundred meters from the altar, and when he shouted, he suddenly accelerated towards the altar.
He heard his voice, and a flash of electricity struck the altar in his hand. He didn't hesitate. He believed the judgment of Archangel Tyrrell.
Only when the light hit the altar, he heard the roar of the soul, and then a dark red shield appeared on the altar, blocking the light.
The 1.3 million souls above the altar slammed upwards, breaking a gap directly in the space.
Almost immediately, the recent Barsham God-like wizard felt a wicked breath, and he instinctively blessed himself with `` Ice Armor '' and `` Energy Shield ''.
Archangel Tyrrell rushed to the altar, and a long sword turned into the power of light appeared in his hands. He held the sword of the power of light with both hands, and chopped heavily towards the altar.
He was confident that even if the altar had this shield, he could break it instantly.
When the sword of light power contacted the shield, the shield was dissipated into light spots, and when the sword of light power continued to split towards the altar, an arm was extended out of the gap in the space. The sword of light power blocked it.
The sword of light power came into contact with the red arm, and a burst of energy ripped.
"Familiar power, Archangel Tyrrell, are you? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hide in this world. Your luck is really great!" Said the voice with a big laugh.
"You are the king of fear!" Archangel Tyrrell saw the arm and heard the other person's statement, and he knew who it was.
"Haha, Archangel Tyrrell, you still remember me, but this time you can't escape, and this world will worship at my feet!" Said the King of Fear with a smile.
"You are stronger, but in this world you can't exert your full strength, we can still fight you!" Archangel Tyrrell also calmed down at this time, he said in a deep voice.
"It doesn't matter, I can feel that the number of creatures in this world is extremely large. After I enter this world, I will continue to become stronger!" Said the King of Fear, and his arm once again blocked the archangel Tyrrell's An attack followed by: "Thank you, this world has a tree of life, and it is too difficult for me to break the world barrier from the outside!"
In fact, as long as Archangel Tyrrell escaped from the dark world, Hell sent many powerful men to look for him.
Among them was the King of Fear. He discovered a space crack, but the space crack was too small to be able to penetrate his own power. At the same time, because the world had a tree of life, he could hardly enter it. .
The last space crack erupted, giving him a chance, but just before he used the **** energy to expand the space crack to the extent of the invasion, the space crack was destroyed.
This time, however, he got an excellent opportunity. Some people used the altar to sacrifice from the inside of the world, and it was still the kind of sacrifice without common sense, which directly opened a gap for him.
Here he accidentally met Archangel Tyrrell, his longtime rival.
His greatest confidence comes from his strength. After gaining the soul of the dark world, his strength increased a bit, exceeding the strength of Archangel Tyrrell at its peak, so he met Archery Tyrrell again. There was no previous caution.
Basham's divine wizard also responded at this time. Although his real world was severely damaged, he was still able to call a hundred 'lightning' at the same time and hit the arm of the king of fear.
Now the king of fear can only enter one arm, which is his best chance to attack.
"Well, this world is really amazing. There is such a magical cultivation method!" The King of Fear turned his arm into a ghost image, blocked a hundred ‘lightning’, and said out loud.
Basham God-level wizards did not respond to him, but replaced the lightning spells with frozen spells and continued to attack.
The archangel Tyrrell also strengthened the attack, and continued to cut on the arm of the king of fear.
The King of Fears with one arm against him soon became somewhat out of support. Although he was far superior to Archangel Tyrrell and Basham Witchcraft, but due to the influence of different world rules, especially the reason for this outsider, let He couldn't use breath suppression at all.
Constant attacks made him unable to increase the space gap as soon as possible. We must know that the space gap has been healing. At present, he can only guarantee that the space gap opened by his arm will not disappear, but there is nothing he can do to increase the space gap. .
The Frost spells of Basham's **** wizards are more powerful than the Lightning spells for the Lord of Fear, or because of the rules of the world, the arms of the Lord of Fear are frozen and slower.
This gave Archer Tyrrell the chance to hit multiple attacks on the arm of the King of Fear, and cut several wounds above the arm.
"You have angered me!" The Lord of Fear roared loudly.
He no longer defended, his arm quickly drew a pattern in the air, and then a lot of blood poured out of this pattern and flowed towards the ground.
The amount of blood was astonishing, like a river breach, and it quickly permeated the entire city of Molu.
1.3 million corpses were soaked in blood. The battle here was still deadlocked. Not far from the battlefield, a guard's body was undulating in blood.
Suddenly the corpse's fingers moved, and then the corpse made a weird cry, and then he staggered to his feet.
A red light flashed in the eyes of the corpse.
It was a soul from **** who occupied this corpse and turned it into a zombie.
Due to the transformation of the King of Fear himself, this zombie's strength reached an astonishing forty-five level, which is why the world has rules and can only reach forty-five levels.
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