Dust of History Chapter 115: Variable (final)

Flying for a long distance, it landed on the open space full of corpses and rolled over a dozen times before Inham stopped. He tried his best to hold up the upper part of his body and spit out a few words. "Amazing!"

A large mouthful of blood was spit out along with this sentence. There were also some fragments of the lungs in the blood. His chest was almost completely sunken, and all the ribs on the front were broken. If he hadn't been wearing the ghost king's cloak, if he hadn't sensed the danger in an instant, he could fly backwards with agility that ordinary magicians couldn't match. A single punch can beat him right through.

Necromantic magic manipulated and adjusted the dead muscles and internal organs, white magic quickly healed, and finally stabilized the injury. Inham raised his head, and there was already a red light in front of the Bright Hall, and he couldn't see anything. The blood-colored Changhong has turned into a large mass of indeterminate red light curtains, enveloping all the people who were originally there.

"Drink." A loud shout came out from the red light, and everyone who heard it was shocked, as if the Glory Castle was also shaking in the shout. Then a large mass of white light blasted out from the red light curtain, as if hundreds of thunderbolts had condensed in it, howling and hitting Inham.

At the moment when the light broke through the red light curtain, several of them could still be seen, the most conspicuous of which was Gru who threw the punch. The dazzling white light mixed with leaf-like emerald green dou qi light made the surrounding red light curtains also dimmed at this moment. This was a punch with all his strength, not just bombarding the air with a long-distance strike, but also using all his strength And fighting spirit, he not only wanted to blast away the blood, but also killed Inham who was casting magic.

But the brilliance was only for a moment, and the next moment, the blood-colored waves surged silently and squeezed down to completely submerge him. This is the power that transforms the vitality of thousands of people with the most advanced necromantic magic, and no one can break it. Only the mass of white vindictive energy remained and rushed towards Inham with a roar.

Looking at the incomparably powerful bombardment, Inham didn't panic too much, although no matter what kind of magic shield he had, it was no different from thin paper under this vindictive energy. Although he has problems even moving now. But that doesn't mean he has nothing to do.

Just the movement of the fingers will involve the injury on the chest, which is really heart-wrenching, but Inham still quickly formed a strange handprint with his hands, and a pendant made of star fragments on his chest Shines, and the next instant he's gone. The energy plowed a trench on the ground and hit a house on the edge of the square. There was a loud bang, and the whole building seemed to be hit by more than a dozen thunderbolts at the same time, smashing and flying.

Blue light flashed, and Inham's figure reappeared on the other side of the edge of the square. His already exhausted face was even more haggard. It looked the same as a person who had just fought **** battles for three days and three nights without closing his eyes and resting for a second without taking a single drop of water.

Space transformation. This is the space spell invented by the genius Archibald, and it is also the last life-saving spell that only necromancers with the brand of the black star can use on the continent for hundreds of years, but it is not only extremely dangerous, but also harmful to death. The bodies of the spirit mages have suffered considerable damage.

Using his last bit of strength, Inham took out a teleportation magic scroll from his bosom and pulled it away. At this time, the magician who discovered him had already cast dozens of spells here, and all the nearby swordsmen also rushed over. But amidst the dense explosions and magic flames, the blue light that transmitted magic still soared into the sky unrelentingly, waiting until the swordsmen rushed over. There is only an open space full of traces of magic bombardment.

In front of the Great Hall of Light, the light curtain was surrounded by priests. The white magic purification technique, which is invincible against other magic, has no effect in the face of this blood-red light. Even if hundreds of priests cast the spell together, the blood-red light remains the same. Many people were shouting for Lancelot and the people in between, but there was no response.

The blood-red light curtain is still rolling, and its range has become smaller, thicker, and squeezed more and more towards the middle. People around seemed to be able to hear the fragmented voices of the people in the middle at once. However, there must be talents in the middle. Just now, two priests tried to chop with swords, but the sound of the swords had just touched the red light, and there seemed to be a huge suction force in the obviously invisible red light. The two priests were pulled into the light curtain with their swords. The screams just started, and the people around watched the two quickly melt into the blood.

The orcs in the center of the square did not move, but carefully guarded each other with the surrounding swordsmen under the restraint of several Taoist leaders. The minds of several orc leaders have come to their senses, and they understand that reckless impulsiveness is just courting their own death. But if this group of red light really swallowed all the people in it, they would also have to die.

In Erasia's palace, the dying cardinal appeared in the teleportation magic circle covered in blood, and immediately frightened the surrounding guards half to death. Queen Catherine, who was aware of the situation, was very anxious, but she did not report to the cathedral, but took Inham to the palace for first aid.

It didn't take long for Bishop Inham to wake up, and his injuries quickly recovered after he used the healing magic himself. After gesturing for everyone else to leave, only he and the queen were left.

"The Glorious Castle is over." Inham said lightly. "Magnus, Lancelot, and more than a dozen cardinals are all dead."

"What?" The queen was shocked, but more surprises emerged from the surprise.

"Oufu used the gate of different times to attack the Glory Castle. It will definitely not be able to achieve any climate, and you can have no worries. Erasia is the strongest among the countries, and no one among the kings of the countries is your opponent. As long as you are careful, it is not difficult to raise a puppet to become the Pope..."

Following Inham's words, there were two fires in Queen Catherine's eyes, which became more and more intense and brighter, and even her breathing became short of breath. She quickly took a deep breath to calm down, and said, "Of course the pope is yours, so don't worry about it now, you'd better heal your injuries first..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in that position. And what I mean by saying this is... I'm no longer useful to you. You can be your queen with peace of mind, and I won't bother you again."

"What are you talking about..." Catherine's fifth female brows were furrowed, and she couldn't hide the panic in her frightened expression.

"In the future, you will be busy with your country's affairs, and I will probably go to the far industrial area to hide from an untouchable guy. We will not have many chances to meet in the future. At this point, it's okay to speak clearly."

"You...we..." The queen's face was ugly.

"Are you willing to give up Erasia and go with me?" Inham suddenly looked at Catherine.

The queen's expression froze, her eyes flickered for a moment, then she sighed, and then returned to that indifferent and confused look. "Then... thank you so much."

Inham also sighed, and after the two were silent for a while, he asked, "By the way, where did the young man who was teleported just now go?"

"Who?" The queen was taken aback. "No one has used a teleportation magic circle before..."

"What?" Inham jumped up from the bed, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he turned around with fear in his eyes.

"What's the matter? There's nothing there..." The queen looked at the place where Inham was looking at, it was just a normal wall, but he looked there like a terrifying demon Coming out of there.

The fear in Inham's eyes became heavier and heavier, so heavy that it seemed that even his rationality was completely covered up. He was still facing that direction, and slowly ran down with both feet.

"How is it possible..." What came out of his mouth seemed to be a moan.

In the library of the Academy of Magic thousands of miles away, an old priest knelt down slowly facing the same direction, his face ashen.

In the valley of Diya~IndoMTL.com~Three husbands with different dresses are also kneeling, and they also have different expressions on their faces, but none of them looks good either.

On Celeste, Glory Castle, and the square of the Hall of Light, the magic red light that was supposed to swallow everything has disappeared. Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, the magic red light suddenly poured into the hall inexplicably, as if a giant beast whale sucked in the light and swallowed the light.

No one kneeled down here, and everyone looked at the Hall of Light. Although they couldn't see anything, they could all feel the aura gushing out of the hall like a tide.

The aura that submerges everything, overlooks everything, and ignores everything. It was the breath of death, the breath of God.

Under this breath, everyone uttered the horror and horror from the deepest part of their souls, and felt their own insignificance and powerlessness. Whether it is a devout priest or a violent orc, the expressions on their faces are the same despair and fear.

Only two people looked different from the others, they were all in the place where the red light surged just now. Both of them were covered with scars, and their faces were full of exhaustion. One of them squatted on the ground with disbelief and surprise on his face, while the other stood upright, only his eyes were so bright and sharp looking at the Guangming Palace.