Clash of Clans Lord System

"One percent..." The young saint's eyes exploded and he crushed the spar that exuded infinite light in his hand. At this moment, countless inexplicable and powerful forces lost the restraint of the spar in an instant and went crazy. Spread outward.

Seeing that these precious divine magic powers were about to escape in the air, an extremely powerful binding force suddenly erupted from the young saint's body, firmly sucking in the divine magical powers that were spreading outwards.

"Two percent!" The Young Saint let out a roar, and the magical power of God that was trying to break free from the Young Saint's control suddenly floated towards the Young Saint at a faster speed.

"Wow!" At this moment, the young saint's body emitted a siphon force, sucking all the magic power of God into the body, and then began to transform his own magic power at an extremely fast speed.

"Three percent!" In an instant, the Shao Sheng's level of divine magic transformation had equaled Hei Yuan's record. But it’s not over yet, then four percent, five percent, six percent...

Heiyuan, who was far away on the tenth step from the bottom, looked at the young saint in disbelief. He originally thought that even if he was not first and first at the 3% transformation level, he would not be far behind, but the reality gave him With a hard slap, the young saint reached twice his transformation speed in an instant, and looking at the speed of his transformation, there was no tendency to stop at all.

"Seven percent!" The young saint roared, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and another large amount of divine magic poured into his sea of ​​consciousness. This power almost exploded his sea of ​​consciousness. .

At this moment, the young saint's face showed a trace of extreme pain, but he could still persist. The young saint gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain of the sea of ​​consciousness being exploded, and forcefully burst out with force again.

"One hundred...percent...eight percent!"

"Boom!" The Sea of ​​​​Consciousness almost exploded directly. With such power, even the Young Saint, the first person of the younger generation in the Miracle Continent, could not bear the pain of converting eight percent of his own magic power into the magic power of God at once.

But this is not over yet, Shaosheng still does not intend to give up. Such an opportunity is too difficult. If he gives up, Shaosheng feels that he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Shaosheng still has a trump card. At this moment, he struggled to separate a trace of consciousness into the space ring on his finger, took out a bottle of unknown potion and drank it. At this moment, a trace of divine light shone through the pupils of the young saint, and his originally painful and distorted face instantly softened. A lot.

"Then...nine percent!" Taking a deep breath, the Young Saint gritted his teeth and roared, and an energy that was almost more than the first eight percent of God's magic power poured into the Young Master instantly. In the holy sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bang!" At this moment, the young saint's eyes instantly turned red, and two lines of blood and tears oozed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Young Saint, don't force yourself! Although the magic power of God is rare, if you die, everything will be in vain!" At this moment, it was obvious that something was wrong with the Young Saint. Claude instantly appeared in front of the Young Saint, trying to use his own The powerful magic power was used to suppress the rioting power in the sea of ​​young saint’s consciousness.

"No... don't!" The young saint's eyes were full of blood and tears, veins popped up on his forehead, and countless cold sweat flowed down his forehead like rain.

"You can't hold on any longer, you will destroy yourself!" Claude frowned and his face became very solemn.

"One hundred...ten percent and...nine percent..." At this moment, it was very difficult for the young saint to utter a word. Claude quickly waved his hand to stop him, "Don't talk, I understand. What you mean is that there is indeed a huge gap between the conversion rate of 10% and 9%, but even so, you can't force it, this may..."

Claude hasn't finished speaking yet. Anyway, he has made up his mind not to let Young Saint continue. However, what he didn't expect is that Young Saint is much more decisive than he imagined. He took advantage of Claude's presence right now. The moment he spoke, the last of God's magic power was suddenly absorbed into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You!" A look of horror appeared in Claude's eyes. Such a bold behavior of the young saint really shocked him. "Are you crazy? Your consciousness will be burst!"

The young saint trembled all over, and the sea of ​​consciousness was expanded to more than twice the size under the influx of powerful divine magic. At this moment, from the outside, the young saint's entire forehead was enlarged a lot, and it looked like it was swollen. generally.

"Ah!" The young saint let out a painful roar, clenching his teeth and persisting in his efforts, but gradually... a hint of despair gradually emerged in his eyes.

I can't suppress it anymore! He overestimated himself, and it was only the last one percent of God's magic power that overwhelmed the young saint's last bit of strength.

"You're confused! You were so smart all your life but you were so confused for a while. Why don't you know when it's enough? Greeding for merit and rushing forward is a taboo in cultivation!" Claude looked remorseful, only regretting that he didn't stop the young saint in time.

The Young Saint has reached this stage. With his strength, there is no way to help the Young Saint. He can only rely on the Young Saint himself for everything. However, relying on himself, he cannot transform the magic power of God that enters the sea of ​​consciousness. Or disperse.

"Huh, idiot." On the tenth step from the bottom, Heiyuan gloated at the young saint who was almost in despair, with a hint of sneer in his eyes, "In this way, there is one less competitor, and the one less is still one. The strongest. It seems that after I break through to the Great Magister, I will be able to stabilize myself as the number one person in the younger generation."

"This Mengxi... hum." Hei Yuan showed a look of contempt in his eyes, preparing to restart the challenge of the ninth step from the bottom.

But at this moment, Hei Yuan's peripheral vision seemed to see a figure suddenly flashing above him, and he subconsciously looked up, only to find a person he hated extremely, standing next to Claude.

"This guy is really seeking his own death." It was impossible for Louis not to hear such a big movement outside, but he was eating in the cave and didn't bother to care, but the young saint's screams became more and more painful, and at this moment he almost Already in despair, Louis stepped out to see what was going on.

"Louis, go back to the cave quickly. The young saint can no longer control his sea of ​​consciousness, and he is likely to self-destruct next. The self-destruction of a peak mage is not something you, a great mage, can withstand! I Now we must protect Mengxi and the others who are still in the illusion. I don’t have the energy to protect you. Come back to the cave quickly, the explosion will not reach there.”

In the current situation of the young saint, Claude has basically given up on treating him. The sea of ​​consciousness has expanded to that point, and even Enjin, who is one point stronger than him, can't do anything about it.

So Claude has made up his mind to protect Meng Xi next to him and Kailin, Bessie and others behind him when the Young Saint self-destructs.