Dust of History Chapter 11: You can’t die because I won’t allow you to die (below)

The distance of a kilometer was reached in an instant under the Holy Light Cross Sword launched by Lancelot with all his strength, and huge sword energy and holy light soared into the sky. The corpse monster's huge body only had time to give way, before it was torn apart by the holy light giant sword.

The sky was full of fragments of corpses flying around. The corpse monster was first split in two, and then completely disintegrated. The power of this sword is not only to break open the body of the corpse, but even the necromantic magic in it is dissipated in the aura of the rising light sword.

"Looking for death." Sandro didn't panic, he snorted coldly and looked at the great sword of holy light passing by. The shattered corpses condensed automatically under Sandro's feet, and became a small corpse again to catch him, and he had already grabbed a bunch of corpses, rubbed and threw them, and a black mass hit his head and face. Lancelot flew away.

With one strike of the sword, Lancelot's figure gradually appeared in the scattered sword energy, and the castration disappeared. This is a thousand meters above the sky, and there is no room for turning around. No matter how strong a warrior is in such a situation, he can only be a living target for a magician. But Sandro quickly said to Asa while making the shot: "Run away."

For an extremely sophisticated swordsman like Lancelot, he would strike with all his strength regardless of his own safety, not just to defeat the corpse monster.

All the ordinary elves on the ancient tree of war have left. Elder Lloyd is next to the pope, the two tower masters of the Tower of Fangs, and the last temple knights of the church, Sylvia and Master Caitlin. Just as Sandro threw the magic in his hand at Lancelot, the pope also raised his hand to the sky, reciting: "In the name of the Lord, purify."

A burst of white light exploded in front of the rotten flesh thrown by Sandro. The carrion, together with the necromantic magic condensed on it, completely dissipated in front of the white light like a shining sun reflecting snow. Purification is just a small spell in white magic. Even the pope who is thousands of meters away can operate it perfectly. Since it is white magic in his hands, it is enough to help Lancelot resist this fatal blow.

"A woman is still a woman after all, so it's not enough to seek." Elder Lloyd shook his head lightly.

Early after the meeting of the Academy of Magic, he and the Pope saw the strange expression of the female prime minister. Just in case, there are many secret secret sentries around the prime minister's mansion. Of course, there are commanders Roland among the guards. Naturally, Sandro and Inham's visit cannot be hidden from them. Then they went to test the tone a little bit, and they guessed from the prime minister's expression that she had already leaked the secret. Immediately, they all rushed over with teleportation scrolls.

Borugan-sama is also here, but he has no time to pay attention to the battle above. He was circling around the altar like an ant on a hot pot, shouting loudly for the unconscious Gru, reaching out his hand as if to touch it, but he didn't dare.

"What's wrong with Master Gru? Hey, please help me come over and have a look."

Elder Lloyd shook his head lightly after only a glance and said: "Don't worry about it. Creatures corroded by the breath of the dark star, even dragons and titans, can only be wiped out. He can survive until now because of the World Tree The power of the leaf. The remaining little sun well water can at most dispel the breath, and then let him continue to live. It is impossible for him to return to his original state, he is useless to us."

"It's useless? You old guy. If any orc hears this, your only fate is to be swallowed and digested into a ball of shit..." Master Borugan glared at the elder elf angrily. , but then he had to look dark again, and sighed heavily.

"They must not be allowed to escape." Elder Lloyd ignored Master Bolugan. Turning around, I struggled to spit out these words. There seemed to be more wrinkles on his face, and it seemed that he was struggling even to stand up, as if he was so old that he would fall down at any time and become a pile of rotten flesh.

"Wait a minute, Elder." Luya said, and it wasn't until this time that she woke up from the shock, looking at the Pope and Lancelot above. "Why did you suddenly connect with the people of the church? Have you forgotten what the Templar Knight did last time? How can we help the people of the church deal with him? He helped us survive many disasters..."

"There are no permanent enemies. Of course, there are no permanent friends. The situation changes and the position naturally changes. Now our friends are them. Not him." Elder Lloyd slowly opened his mouth that was almost drowned in wrinkles. Spit out these words, old and decayed with helplessness and sadness. "Forget it. You don't need to understand these things, it's enough for me to understand..."

"That's right. Originally, I didn't want to attack this kid." Adelie sighed slightly and nodded. She had been reciting the mantra silently since the beginning, and now she also raised her hand to the sky.

High in the sky, the air around Sandro and Asa suddenly cooled down, and the water vapor condensed countless huge snowflakes, and then the wind suddenly rose. This piece of sky suddenly became a polar region, a huge snowstorm raged, countless palm-sized snowflakes cut the corpses all over the sky into smaller pieces, and then all froze into ice slag.

The power of this blizzard magic is worthy of being a master. If it is to deal with a large number of troops, such a large area and such a violent freezing air and storm are enough to cut thousands of ordinary soldiers to pieces, but for people like Asa and Sandro It doesn't have much effect. The vindictiveness condensed slightly, and these steam-condensed snowflakes shattered on Asa's body immediately, while Sandro's body was surrounded by a faint black halo, and all the snowflakes were silently melted as soon as they approached .

However, the purpose of this magic is not to kill people. Sandro's was better. The barely condensed living corpse under Asa's feet immediately disintegrated and shattered into countless ice slags under the snowstorm, and people also fell crookedly downward. Sandro snorted, and before he had time to throw the re-condensed magic in his hand towards Lancelot, the living corpse turned around to catch the fallen Asa.

"Come down." Grand Tower Master also raised his hand, pointing at the living corpse and the two from a distance of a thousand meters.

While catching Asa, the body of the living corpse suddenly sank, as if it couldn't bear the weight of the two of them, and then fell straight towards the ancient elf tree. This falling speed is getting faster and faster, even faster than Lancelot who fell earlier. Finally, the two above had no choice but to jump away from the zombie monster at the same time, using the feather fall technique to slow down the falling trend. And the falling speed of the living corpse did not decrease at all, but at a height of more than 100 meters, the speed was so fast that it had already rubbed against the air and burned.

With a loud bang, the falling living corpse finally hit the ancient tree of war. They all shook. This small living corpse unexpectedly fell like a meteorite that fell tens of thousands of catties nine days away.

The living corpse in the pit is still moving, like a person who has been stepped on but is not completely dead but still struggles to stand up and thrash about, but this corpse monster, which was originally extremely agile, now has every movement. Slow as a snail. There was a cold snap. The wreckage instantly condensed into a piece of blue-white ice, and after the dense crackling sound, the completely frozen wreckage was completely pulled into pieces by its own gravity increased dozens of times.

Edred and the Lord of the Grand Tower finally stopped. With the joint efforts of the two top elemental magicians, the living corpse was completely destroyed in an instant, and Sandro's magic power would be ten times higher. It is possible to operate this corpse that has been so broken that it cannot be broken any more, even the smallest part of the body has been destroyed by freezing.

Except for Lancelot. Everyone's shots have more than half of their spare power to deal with any unexpected situation. But each of them is already a top powerhouse in each field. Even if they didn't discuss it in advance, the timing and attacking methods of each other's shots were coordinated seamlessly. Now the two people in the sky can only rely on the feather fall technique to descend slowly.

"That young man seems to have an anti-magic barrier on him?" Lord Grandon frowned. He was going to pull Asa down with him.

"He's wearing the ghost king's robe, so it's not easy to deal with." Magnus squinted and looked at "

Mid-air. Asa had already put on the robe of the ghost king. Otherwise, the small-scale gravitational field just now could have thrown him and Sandro half to death.

It's been a long time since I put on this robe again, but it feels completely different from the previous one. It seems that this robe has become an extended part of the body, the body's aura gradually increases as it flows through the fibers of the robe, and then radiates out in a strange way, forming a circle of force field related to other aura around it.

"Hey, old man. It doesn't look good. I don't have a teleportation scroll. Do you have one?" Asa yelled in mid-air.

"No. Even if they had it, they would never give you a chance to use it." Sandro's face was ugly.

"Then maybe I can't escape if I really want to."

Sandro's eyes were bloodshot. What was more serious was the unprecedented murderous and deadly aura permeating his eyes. He just glanced at the ground before turning to look at Lancelot who was also in the air. Compared to those opponents on the ground who are at leisure, this is the easiest target to kill now. It is also the most obstructive opponent.

"If you can't escape, just kill it." Without any corpses around, Sandro put his hand into his mouth, and with a little force, he pulled out a fontanel tooth still stained with blood. own teeth. The edge of his gnawed horn was covered with blood, and the breath he exhaled was full of blood, like a beast that had been dormant for thousands of years and finally had to show its long-lost fangs.

"Attack that necromancer." Elder Lloyd ordered the elf patrol. The black war bow in Kailin's hand let out a thunderous roar, and a thick green light shot straight at Sandro in midair.

"I can't stop this." Asa shouted while watching the female elf draw her bow. He understood the power of that black war bow. It was the weapon left by the Elven Queen Isabella, the founder of the Tula Leon Forest. It was said that it was once the phantom bow used by the elves to guard the Whispering Forest.

He didn't need to call Sandro to understand, he had no choice but to turn his head, pouring all his anger and killing intent into the oncoming green arrow light. With a scream, the tooth in his finger turned into a dead white afterimage and shot out, just hitting the green light that was about to hit him.

The radiance of the green arrow is as thick as a bucket. Such an arrow once killed several magicians in an instant. Even Asa, who is now wearing the robe of the ghost king, may not be able to bear this arrow. And the trajectory that the tooth flew out was very thin, which was disproportionately small compared to the incomparably fierce green light, and the piercing scream was like a hoarse struggle about to die before the thunderous roar of the green light. But as soon as such teeth collided into the arrow light, the arrow light suddenly scattered. It collapsed like a deceptive illusion, but the tooth was not damaged at all, and it still rushed towards the elf archer below along the original trajectory with that hoarse and lifeless scream.

Master Caitlin has been preparing, this is when she waved her hands outward, and a thick ice wall condensed in midair. Sylvia also pushed away the exhausted Kailin.

The elf archer is definitely the most offensive point here, and also the most vulnerable point. The reason why the two temple knights did not participate in the attack is that they are always ready to help others defend. Even though they were surrounded by top powerhouses, they already had the upper hand against the Necromancer in mid-air, and they did not relax their spirits in the slightest.

At this time, Asa also made a move, and two undead fireballs collided with each other in mid-air. Then it scattered into a rain of green fire that filled the sky. It's a pity that with his half-baked magic level, it doesn't have any effect in this level of magic battle. Adriatic just waved his hand, and a huge blue water curtain rose into the sky, turning all the fire and rain into nothingness.

Only Sandrou's shot caught everyone else's attention.

The ice wall in mid-air is thick enough to resist even thunder and storm bombs, but it doesn't seem to have the slightest effect now, the teeth pass through without hindrance and only leave a small hole in it. At this time, the elf patrol soldier had been pushed away, but his teeth also curved in a strange arc, still shooting at her.

It is by no means the best way to dodge this kind of weird magic. Silvia's sacred guardian shield has been lightly condensed into a small diamond shape, right in front of the afterimage of the white teeth.

There was no bump or sound, just the screech like the groan of a dying old woman stopped abruptly, and then Sylvia fell to her knees.

The sacred protective shield, which claims to be able to withstand any attack, is still condensed on the arm of the temple knight. It's just that there is a small hole in it like the ice wall. Similarly, there was also a small hole in Sylvia's chest, so small that no blood even flowed out, while his person knelt there without moving, and even the expression on his face was completely blank. rigid.

The ice wall condensed in mid-air fell to pieces first. In the bang. The kneeling temple knight suddenly shattered at the same time. A man who was so strong and strong just now. All of a sudden, it fell apart completely and completely, as if he had always been a shape that was barely held together by a pile of flour.

The armor and his clothing are still there. It's just that all his limbs, organs, bones, and even teeth and hairs were scattered and shattered, and all of them were wrapped together into a pile of inexplicable paste-like things that slowly flowed around.

The elf patrol was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. If it wasn't for Sylvia who blocked this for him, she might be the one here now.

Lancelot had already landed quickly with the help of Grandon's Tower Master. He naturally saw this scene very clearly, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It's just that no one, including him, made any changes. They just watched Sandro and Asa slowly descend using the feather fall technique. Everyone knows that they are also not sure that they can resist things that cannot be resisted by the protective ice wall and holy guardian shield condensed by the archmage. And Sandro's current actions further showed that the next thing thrown could only be more difficult to resist than this one.

He did not reach out to pull out his own teeth, but held the little finger of his left hand with his right hand and gently pulled it out like a bottle cork, and the whole finger was torn off by himself. The gushing blood mixed with the fingers to form a dazzling and strange **** light that danced between the palms.

Sandro didn't throw out this ball of blood either. No matter how powerful this self-harming necromancy magic is, it can only knock down one person at a time. Others who are ready will never give him a third chance to shoot.

During the feather fall technique, the two slowly slid down the top of the ancient tree.

"Be careful, you only have one shot." The pope said suddenly to Sandro.

"One time is enough." Sandro was laughing, and when he opened his mouth, his dead white teeth were covered with blood. Even Asa who was beside him felt his hairs stand on end.

"Not enough. We have too many people." The pope shook his head. "You can only choose one. If it's me and the two tower masters, you're 80% sure. If it's Lancelot, you're only 40% sure. At least I'll help him resist with all my strength. If two people help him resist , you don’t even have two levels of confidence. And how sure are you to resist the other people’s full-strength attacks?”

"Besides, your shot may not be of any use." The Pope paused and said again. "Your purpose is to let this kid escape. But do you think he will escape if you are subdued by us? Even if he will, even if he has the robe of the ghost king, tens of thousands of people will be killed in Lancelot and here in a state of confusion. Surrounded by elves, can you be sure of escaping? Wearing that thing doesn't mean you can be unscrupulous, you should know."

The Pope turned to Asa and said: "Even if you can escape, can so many people on this continent escape? All your relatives and friends, can you escape? Once you escape, they will All dead."

"Don't talk so great, why don't you die?" Sandro sneered.

"I don't mind dying if it's useful to me." The Pope replied loudly, and Adela's feminine face was resolute. "When a person lives, he has a responsibility. Don't be so selfish just for yourself. Don't be cowardly and escape. If you are a man, you should bear it yourself."

"You don't need to preach here, you poor **** who occupies other people's body, what responsibility does he have?" Sandro laughed angrily.

"I'm talking about your responsibility." The Pope suddenly turned his head to look at Sandro and roared. "If it wasn't for your willful behavior twenty years ago. If it wasn't for your evasion in the past twenty years, how could you have everything you have today? You already knew about this kid's background, but you didn't do anything, and nothing was right. He said, what are you afraid of? Now you feel uneasy about your conscience? You owe him? Want to exchange your life for his? You are no better than Vidnina, you only have yourself in your eyes of..."

"Shut up." Sandro suddenly raised his hand towards the Pope. The bright red blood light jumped and moved rapidly between his hands. Like a bloodthirsty goblin. The color in his eyes is even redder and brighter than this light.

Follow his action. The atmosphere, which was already tense to the extreme, immediately reached an extreme. Magic fluctuations echoed and fluctuated among several top magicians, like a huge invisible volcano that was spewing out an aura that was about to erupt immediately.

"Enough." Asa finally spoke. He patted Sandro on the shoulder lightly. "He's right, I won't run away. It won't solve anything."

"You..." The murderous look in Sandro's eyes suddenly turned into anger, and he turned his head to stare at Asa.

Asa's face was extremely calm, he just shook his head, then nodded again: "Thank you."

"Don't be nervous, everyone. I already knew what you were going to do. If you wanted to escape, I would have already escaped." Asa looked at the Pope and Lancelot and sighed. "Although you are all enemies, I have at least a hundred reasons to kill you, but I have to admit that what you said makes sense. I can't escape, and I won't escape."

With his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Adley glanced at him with those peach-like eyes, then turned to look at Luya, slightly shrugged his shoulders as if saying to her or talking to himself: "He is a good man."

Both the Pope and Lancelot nodded, their expressions were complicated. After all, if Asa can really leave Sandro and escape desperately, they have no certainty to keep him.

In addition to being thankful and relieved ~IndoMTL.com~ is more a kind of recognition and emotion. An enemy who can make people feel recognized and moved is often more respectable than a friend. What's more, the decision he made was already the most respectable decision. The Pope sighed and said: "Your parents should be proud of having a son like you."

The magic in Sandro's hand has been withdrawn, his eyes are extremely strange, his lips tremble slightly but he can't say anything.

"If you don't run away, you have to face it and solve it. I hope you can all help me."

"Of course, our plan is like this, you just need to follow our arrangement..."

"I'm sorry, you may have made a mistake." Asa waved Hui's hand. "I won't run away, but it doesn't mean that I will do what you arranged for me. Although this matter must be resolved, I don't want to die, or in other words, I hope to try not to die."

"You won't die, because I'm not dead yet." A voice suddenly sounded. "As long as I don't die, you can't die. I won't allow you to die."

"Did you hear that? I said he can't die." The man stood up and looked at the stunned crowd and said every word. "So it's not that he listens to your arrangements, but you all listen to our arrangements."