Dust of History Chapter 51:

The top of the cave is still exuding the heat generated by the magic circle of the high priest of Tima, and a large number of rocks have fallen from the top, showing a strange pothole shape, and sporadic rocks are still falling down until now. There was a small hole in a huge pothole, and the air element carried the two of them and flew up.

Below is the Shura Hell of the Sea of ​​Fire and Corpse Mountain, and after coming up from this cave, it is a completely different world. A gloomy cold light emanates from the surrounding moss plants, and a river flows not far away. At the entrance of the cave, a young magician was looking down there, and he was relieved to see the air element coming up safely.

"Rider Talis, is this girl your friend?" Sylvia could tell that the blizzard magic was manipulated just now, and Talis didn't know water magic.

Aiyimei couldn't help shrinking back when she saw Sylvia. Although the white magic light on the glorious armor looked peaceful and holy, she now subconsciously felt towards Celeste's people. With fear and resentment.

Sylvia was not there, he was still immersed in the ups and downs just now, and said with emotion: "It's really thanks to you two, otherwise I failed this mission. It doesn't matter if I die, let It would be unforgivable if His Majesty’s plan went to waste. Now I only hope that Mr. Lancelot, Mister Caitlin, will be able to go well..."

"The teacher came to Nigan too?" Talis was startled. "Where is he now?"

"Judging from the screams just now, they may have killed Morrill."

Talis and Aiyimei couldn't help but looked in the direction of the scream just now, which was also the direction Asa was going.

Incomparably hard dragon scales flew up, and the blood burst out. The pitiful howl of the ingrained Negan uttered earth-shatteringly from Morrill's dragon's mouth. The Holy Light Cross Sword slashed obliquely from her right shoulder, breaking the shoulder blade and a rib, almost cutting into the lung, and the blood of this giant beast gushed out like a fountain. This injury is not just a simple slash, the vindictiveness and magic of the Holy Light Cross Sword have completely penetrated into Longdi's body. The real damage is at least twice what it appears to be.

Lancelot in mid-air did not relax in the slightest, but tensed instead. Such a blow can almost be regarded as fatal, but it is only almost, not really fatal. Moliel barely moved her huge body at the critical moment, and the Holy Light Cross Sword that could have decapitated her just hit her shoulder. No matter how fatal an injury is, as long as it is not truly fatal, it can only be called an injury. And this is the strongest creature on the continent. No matter how many injuries there were, as long as she was still alive, someone else might be the one who died.

The screams still reverberated and did not dissipate. Apart from pain and unwillingness, Molier's dragon eyes were full of maddened anger. Her huge dragon's mouth was still wide open, but what came out was not a scream, but a dragon's breath.

Red and yellow flames poured out of the dragon's mouth overwhelmingly, and Lancelot was the first to bear the brunt. The Holy Light Cross Sword just now had exhausted all his battle energy and strength, and he was in mid-air, unable to dodge. In the blink of an eye, his figure was submerged in the surging sea of ​​flames.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the fire was like a flood that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years. of. Get all the rest of the tauren and temple riders involved.

The heart-piercing screams of the tauren didn't last long. The lava-like dragon's breath could burn even bones into ashes. Submerged in silence.

After several seconds, the flame in Morrill's dragon's mouth dissipated. She let out a powerless moan, and her huge body fell limply to the ground. The dragon's breath under this fury had exceeded her real limit, which was originally only available when her physical strength was intact. In such a serious injury situation, she almost spit out all her dragon heart and lungs.

The red and yellow flames gradually dissipated, and the tauren had all disappeared. The blue light ball shield was displayed around the five temple knights, including Lancelot. His sacred shield can barely withstand the meltable gold and bone-eroding dragon's breath.

Morrill's huge dragon body was already lying on the ground. The wound on the shoulder could vaguely see the bone, and the blood flowed continuously. The breath of the dragon just now turned all the stumps and corpses of the tauren into gas, and now this huge oil cave is filled with the stench of dragon blood, and a weak breath emanates from the mouth of the dragon, but no one can It can be seen that this giant beast is dying.

The former God of Negan, the strongest and most mysterious creature on the mainland, is now no better than a chicken, and she doesn't even need to worry about it. With her injuries, she can't last much longer.

Lancelot let out a long breath. There are some marks left by the burn on his body of the glorious armor. Just now, as long as the time to open the account of the Holy Guardian Shield is a little bit later, or the magic defense of this glorious armor is weaker, he is at the forefront of the dragon's breath. He can't even leave a corpse. down. Even as determined as he is now, he feels a little unreal about the victory in front of him.

But in the end he won. Once Morrill died, the church's biggest concern for Nigan was gone, and if Sylvia and the others went well, Nigan could be said to have collapsed, and Erasia and the rest of the countries had nothing to worry about. And the skin and bones on Morrill's body will become the equipment on the soldiers of Celeste through the hands of skilled craftsmen.

The most important thing is that, as a powerful creature from the age of the ancient elves, plus the legendary dragon's habit of collecting treasures, there is no reason why there will not be two precious magic items in this dragon lair. From a certain point of view, this is one of the biggest reasons why the queen is so interested in massacring Hei Ran.

Now this huge victory is waiting for him to reap, but Lancelot feels something is wrong. Because the victory came, he relaxed a little and concentrated for a while, before he definitely found out what was wrong. He suddenly looked back towards the entrance of the cave.

The other four temple knights also suddenly turned their heads to look at the entrance of the cave. After the dragon's breath that had just swept through all the space in the cave, there was actually a tauren's breathing mixed with theirs, right behind them.

Outside the entrance of the cave, the figure of a tauren priest was surrounded by two fire elements. It was these two elemental giants who were immune to flames that helped him resist the overwhelming dragon's breath just now.

The priest's robe on this tauren priest is a little different from that of other priests, and it can be seen that this should be the leader among them. It's just that he didn't open his mouth along the way, and from the beginning of the battle, he and the other Tauren priests put Mo Han behind him, and he seemed no different from other priests.

However, he has been standing at the back and farthest from Morrill, and even left the cave and stood in the passage outside the cave entrance. Resist it.

A magician who can summon two elemental giants should indeed be somewhat different from other priests. But the most different thing is that he actually showed his strength at this time.

Just as the temple knights and Lancelot were about to react, the unusual tauren priest had two more scrolls in his hands at this time, and they unfolded them facing the cave.

The surging mana flashed, and the scroll was reduced to ashes in the hands of the tauren priest. Nothing seems to be coming from the scroll, or so it seems. But at the same time as the scroll was unrolling, the four temple knights and Lancelot had already started to leap towards this place, and the figures who came running were stunned. The two Templars barely stood still ~IndoMTL.com~ almost fell to the ground.

Moliel, who could still support his body a little bit, completely collapsed like a pile of mud. Her huge body crushed the rocks beneath her and began to crumble. And the whole cave began to tremble slightly.

"Gravity field?" Lancelot watched in disbelief as the tauren priest spat out the word with difficulty. Now he felt that his breath was no longer air, but a mass of rocks.

This is the perfect magic of a single element of the earth system. Although it is not as powerful as the flying stars of the air system, it is already a level higher than the fire bomb. Within the scope of this magic court, the gravity will be ten times higher than usual. If an ordinary person with a weak physique falls within the scope of this ultimate earth-type spell, even his body will be pulled to pieces by his own weight.

Naturally, the Knights of the Temple are not ordinary people, but it is impossible to easily face this ultimate earth spell. And they hadn't even reacted to this sudden magic, the tauren priest pulled out another scroll and unfolded it.

This scroll just burst into a blue light and then dissipated, as if nothing happened. But Lancelot recognized the blue light, which is the unique brilliance of space-type monsters. His face was more surprised and uglier than when he discovered the gravity field just now: "Space lock?"