Black Scepter Chapter 86: Gifts
>Morpheus didn’t have time to sigh too much, raised his hand to continue fighting, but didn’t find a flash of gold in his double pupils...
"Frost Nova. (1_1)"
"Bound of Earth."
A layer of frost and the earth element claws suddenly born on the ground caused the three blood races to lag, and Morpheus suddenly jumped, starting his series of counterattacks with the punishment of the knight’s ending technique "revenge"!
The doubling of the power after the accumulation made Morpheus's must-have attack effect amazing this time. Although the short sword in his hand was cut by a long sword that was instinctively blocked by the other party, he still did not stop the pace of walking, and this blood race was born. Half of his chest was cut open, letting countless blood spurt out!
Without waiting for the opponent to fall to the ground, Morpheus changed hands and released a "fireball technique" that was negligible for the Earl's blood, but at the same time brought his own weapons thrown at the same time -
"Heng!"
The other party flew Morpheus's dagger, which is very threatening because of "revenge", but instinctively made a block action in the face of the oncoming fireball, but he didn't know that Morpheus's fist followed him in the other party's flaw. In the fiercely chiseled abdomen, the opponent who was hit in a short time actually stooped and flew!
"Boo!"
He then hit his knee and hit the other person’s face, then immediately used his arms to clamp the other person’s neck, and suddenly used force-"K!"
This blood race was so directly broken by Morpheus, and the last vampire grabbed the flaw and tried his best to leave a wound behind Morpheus, but when Morpheus’s magic pattern appeared in front of each other, let The guy who was going to stab the sword was slightly stunned-but not waiting for his next reaction, Morpheus had faced the elements condensed in his hand against his chest.
"Ice Cone."
It is also a low-level spell similar to "fireball", but Morpheus pushes directly with the palm of the hand when the elements condense into an ice cone-"Poof!"
A five-level spell that could only be broken into elemental dust on the chest of the Earl's blood, and passed through the chest of the opponent in the faint golden light.
Morpheus pushed away the blood family with the heart pierced in front of him, frowned, looked at his hands, and then released a "ice spear" again, but also saw the ice blue elements mixed together The golden light went straight to the blood-blooded race, and instantly bound the opponent's body into skewers...
This is?
Morpheus carefully experienced the changes in the body-after the severe pain of the broken scepter disappeared, he felt like he was in warm water, and his strength began to slowly move towards the level I strength with a slight burning sensation. ——He has a hunch that his strength is slowly returning to the level of holding a scepter.
And even more strangely, Morpheus suddenly felt like there was a special power in his body quietly awakening... the divine power? Ordinary elemental powers can't allow the Earl's blood to be directly penetrated by spells below the tenth level. Why?
But these questions haven't had much time to think about, raised his head, Morpheus flew directly towards the sky-he wanted to stop Andalil before she could do anything.
No matter what Andalil wants to do, Morpheus knows that she is definitely a disaster for the night watchman and Lampard!
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"I think everyone understands what this means."
On the snowy mountains in the extreme north of the mainland, a whispering speech made the deserted conference hall heavy.
There are many ancient councils, but nowadays, the "Golden Compass Council" is the most famous. It is the benchmark of magicians. It is the highest council that many magic apprentices yearn for. It is among the councils and represents magical attainments. The pinnacle of the summit is also the highest recognition of identity.
How does such a parliament that is extremely powerful in the eyes of outsiders look like inside?
Freud, Archmage, the highest-level "Holy Dome" of Byzantine, stood straight at this icy parliamentary table at the moment. He was originally the dean of Pansell School of Magic. He did not wear the gorgeous courtyard. The long robe is a stereotyped gray mage robe with no extra decoration.
Look in front of you, the 11 wizards who were present at the meeting were also dressed in this shabby robe, but the identity of this group of old guys can scare people one by one, and the deans of the famous magical academies arrived. Seven, no need to repeat various titles. Basically, all the famous masters on the mainland are counted.
There are a total of eighteen members of parliament because they are convened urgently, and there are still a few who have not arrived, but this group of people can come to this rare mountain on the mainland within two days after the signal is issued, which is enough to see The severity of the incident.
"Freud, I think you have exaggerated things a bit."
Carlo, the dean of the "Phoenix" Academy, tapped on the table with his fingers. "The plane cracks have always existed in our plane, and there are those guys guarding, and it is not our turn to worry."
"Don’t put this kind of responsibility on others, I don’t think it’s a good trend in Parliament."
Freud frowned, and the "those guys" in Carlo's mouth were naturally another unknown but powerful organization-"laws".
"Fashion? This happened in Byzantine. According to the constitution of the council, it should be your responsibility-and your act is to call us all to a meeting where this bird has not been **** for decades ?"
The Dean of the Hogrill School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Ingeway Empire seems to be very unhappy. The empire he is in is really far away from Byzantine, so naturally he does not care about this matter.
“I’m in charge, so I called everyone, and I’m not alarmist,” Freud pointed to the side, where the seats originally prepared for the sacred Gabriel empire were empty—because The Vatican Holy See regards the practice of magic as heresy, so this seat is empty for hundreds of years, "This time it happened is not the so-called "Holy Fall" in the mouth of the Vatican, otherwise I think they must be more than anyone to promote this Thing, but in fact, according to the clues I have at present, it is not the "paradise" that tears the plane into our world."
The fluctuations of any plane rift will have a record and judgment of response, just like Ashcandi can distinguish planes according to breath. As a high-end council in the magic world, it records the magic of plane rips and waves. The array will also record the plane of origin of this rift.
The planes that have been recorded include sinking, abyss, angels, and temples, but obviously this does not mean that there are only so many planes in the world. The exploration of unknown planes has always been explored by space magicians, but obviously this time. The crossing wave does not belong to any tear of the known plane.
"New plane? What are the consequences?"
Carlo raised his eyebrows.
"The known consequence is that a human crosses into the human plane."
Freud's answer made all the mages of the council look at him.
Obviously, the logic of his words caused some doubts-since it came from other planes, why is it still a human being?
"There is another important message-he is the holder of Sulfuras scepter."
In a word, the three old masters stood up instantly.
The remaining members of the council have different expressions. Some of them do not have a deep understanding of the scepter of Sulfuras, and some have already known some important news, so it is not surprising.
"So... guys, who still thinks this incident is trivial?"
"Without seeing the specific developments of the situation, I think the Parliament should not make any redundant decisions."
Paganini, the chief mage of the Fording Empire, took off his monocular lens, and slowly wiped it with a handkerchief. The Golden Compass Council also has the existence of "hawks" and "doves." All are a group of old men who have passed the three-digit age, and militants have the same conflict of ideas as those who stand by.
"Blood tribes will be dispatched as a whole, and they have already started to do so. The Kleinman family has mobilized unimaginable forces to start operations in the sacred Gabriel empire. It can be seen that they are already sinking. If you get the scepter, the consequences will be disastrous."
Rembrandt, the chief magician of the Principality of Isengel Miga, shook his head. "Obviously, the Holy Gabriel Empire, which is too close to Miga, has a responsibility. I have a responsibility to deal with what should not happen."
"Has Byzantine already made a decision?"
The squinting Gilman Empire mage Molna asked, staring at Freud.
However, before the answer, the discussion in the conference hall was interrupted by a series of clear footsteps.
The conference hall of the Golden Compass Council is located in an uninhabited area with temperatures below minus 50 degrees in the extreme north, and it is built on a mountain. Unable to cross the surrounding security barriers.
So this uninvited guest simply demonstrated his strength and identity by intruding directly.
The old stone gate slowly opened, and the mages of the golden compass council had already stood up and looked at the peerless strongman who could walk in under such circumstances-when the face of the intruder was revealed, The mage collectively made a unified action at the next moment.
The staff is lying flat, bowing your head and saluting.
"After so many years, has the parliament not grown at all?"
A very polite sentence, so that the old people present have no discoloration-but none of them dare to raise their heads and bump, because the people in front of them ~ IndoMTL.com ~ Even if there is a golden compass council for 800 years, Look up.
The first "magician" in the history of the first set of tarot cards, Freud, and also the mentor Della of Morpheus, appeared alone beside the long table of parliament at the moment.
Different from the past, Della is not dressed in a black robe, but put on a cumbersome light blue robe-this dress represents her current identity...
Member of the "Law".
"I haven't made a proper attitude and action for so long, do you really think that the'law' will be as old as you as time passes?" Della, who never said much, waved to the parliament. On the long strip table, a pattern is gathered with bright elements, which are displayed in front of the twelve members.
It is a complete picture of the magic pattern. If Morpheus is present, it will definitely marvel at it-because the magic pattern behind Morpheus is no different.
"Gifts from the Templar."
Dela’s icy voice echoed in the hall of the Parliament, "The scepter bearer in your mouth has this magic pattern behind it."