Cthulhu Gonfalon

(I am sorry that Chapter 81 has been updated twice... I will change it)

On earth, there is a famous online saying: don't be jealous, just do it.

The **** of the successful caster who had just succeeded, the great magician of the past, Imia Lamperus, although not a traverser, did the quintessence of this famous saying. I said that I would fight and I wouldn’t have a little bit of muddy water.

He did not even say hello to the three gods next to him, and directly attacked Wo Wei.

In one fell swoop, a golden light blade has been formed, and it is falling towards the wolf.

After entering the world of the gods, many of the mortal spells of the mortal have lost their effect. Especially those spells that attack directly, because of the gap in the personality, it is almost impossible to work for the gods. In order to exert full power in the battle between God and God, you must use conventional spells, which are commonly called "legendary spells."

As the greatest magician in the history of mankind, Imia Lamperus certainly knows legendary spells and knows a lot.

Not only that, but as the **** of the caster, He has a unique advantage in spells, and even can easily give those conventional spells a legendary nature, so that they can function normally in the face of the gods.

For example, what he is doing at the moment is a middle-level spell "The Blade of Light." This spell can create a lightsaber that automatically tracks and attacks enemies. If the enemy is a creature in a chaotic or evil direction, it will take extra damage.

Of course, this spell is definitely not valid for the gods. But in the hands of Imia, it was given a legendary character, and the golden light blade not only contained the power of the stunned and stunned, but also the hidden space around Woer, let him escape. There is no way to escape.

The maze brows and wrinkles, lifting the tentacle will cast spells.

But he was surprised to find that he had clearly completed the structure of the magic, and the magic was released, but he could not complete the spell. Only a scattered stream of magic flew out of his tentacles, collided with the light blade, and was defeated without suspense, failing to stop it for even a second.

"What is going on?!" He exclaimed.

A light and shadow floated in front of him, the image that the mystery owner used to use: "Don't be surprised, I blocked your ability to cast spells."

"This can also be?!" Yan Xiong shouted, "This is a foul!"

"I am the **** of magic. As long as I am willing, I can block anyone, any God's ability to cast spells." The Lord of the mystery said calmly, "You must be against me, I am only temporarily blocking your ability to cast spells, already very Kind and kind."

"It doesn't fit your priesthood." The **** of justice frowned. "Your priesthood is to promote magic, not to prohibit the use of magic."

"My priesthood is to promote and manage magic." The Lord of Mystery replied, "Management, of course, includes prohibiting people I think are inappropriate or using magic."

"...no wonder the elf **** system will be defeated in your hand. You are using this method, right?" Morani asked coldly. "Is this time staring at us again?"

"You think more." The Lord of Mystery did not explain, and the figure faded away.

The last thing that wanders in the air is his message: "Do not hinder this duel. This is the greatest fairness I have given you."

Yan Xiong’s eyes became gloomy, and the means and practices of the mystery Lord made him very, very, not! high! Hing!

"Maybe I should find a way to add a block to this confession." He talked to himself and then looked at Morani and Jorgaardman. "Do you know where the country of the idiot is?"

"Are you going to fight?" Morani was shocked and hurriedly dissuaded. "Don't be silly, you can't beat him!"

"Yes, if you really want to hit the door, even if it is me, I can't say that there is a chance to win." Jorga Deman said in a deep voice, "A mage in his position is not so easy to deal with!"

Yan Xiong sneered, turning the tentacle into the shape of his hands, and Gadagda pinched the bones.

"I won't be stupid enough to send it to the door! As long as you give me the specific location of the guy's country of God, I will give him a jealousy here!"

Jorga Deman and Morani looked at each other and hesitated, or chose to believe him.

"His Kingdom of God is located in the 'Rainbow Country' on the front of the ring of the world. It is a country full of springs and sunshine, living with countless beautiful colored creatures." Jorga Deman introduced the mystery of the Lord. The specific location of the "Seven Springs" of the Kingdom of God refers to the male.

Yuxiong nodded and turned to look at the wars that were fighting with the **** of the caster—or the **** of the caster—and sighed with some concern.

"Reassure, if he has the risk of corruption, I will shoot." Jorga Deman said, "The **** of knowledge is an indispensable **** in the world, a good force to make the world progress and make people happy. I am absolutely Will not let him be so degraded!"

When he looked at him for a while, he took a deep breath and thanked him. He went underground.

The master of mystery, this bastard! Don't give him a sharp look, the words "隋雄" are written backwards!

Over the years, he has also pondered a lot of special means. Although most of them are not reliable, if you only pursue a single blow, there are still ways to use it...

Kao Xiong began to slowly prepare for this. In the air above the ring, Woer and Imia Lamperus, who could no longer be invisible, played dimly.

As the greatest mage in human history, Imya's high level of spells is incredible. If the game level is applied, even if he is not sealed, the conservative estimate is a full-scale character of the ninety-ninth level. After the gods were sealed, at least three or fifty levels were added, and the combat power was called against the sky.

Wo Wei is naturally not weak. He did not seal the gods. He estimated how there is a sixty-seventh grade, and that the gods add a level of thirty-five, and that is also a strong one of the hundred or even one hundred and twenty.

Only... the limit of one side is one hundred and twenty, and the other minimum has a level of more than one hundred and thirty. This battle is really... one side down.

Imia used herself to know how many gain spells she had, and the whole person was emitting a colorful light, like a huge neon. He is clearly an old man, but at this moment he has shown the speed that even Wool can't match. With amazing speed, He has always maintained a distance from Woer, and one spell has been thrown away in succession.

He did not use even a really powerful spell, all of which gave legendary spells. Although the power of this spell is slightly weaker than that of the gods, it is fast and fast. One wave is one, and one wave is one. It is awkward.

Werner took the speed to the extreme, while desperately chasing the figure of Imia, while wielding a knife from time to time, the spells were broken up one by one. As a top knife, He is undoubtedly accurate and sharp. No matter what kind of spells Imya uses, the black blade can directly break it up and turn it into countless pieces of light, which can not pose a threat to him.

However, the situation is still that He is being beaten. Because he couldn't catch up with the speed of Imia, Megatron's black blade waved countless times, but he could only use it for defense, and he couldn't hurt the enemy's half hair.

What's even worse is that he knows that Immia hasn't actually moved yet!

The greatest magician in the history of mankind, the great master who created the modern magic system, the predecessor who had already been the world of Megatron nearly three thousand years ago, how could it be only that simple means!

Pulling the speed and grinding it slowly, this kind of hero may call it the "Kite stream", how could it be his true strength!

Woer's heart is uneasy. Although he is not afraid of fighting and he is not afraid of death, he can't help but worry about the failure that may come at any time.

Imia always looked calm, and even the old face still had a smile, as if not fighting with another god, but after the guidance of the younger generation.

Of course, as far as age is concerned, let alone Warren, even Moranie and Jorga Deman are his descendants.

In these years of his silent study, one after another, the younger generations transcended Him, and before him he embarked on the path of immortality and became a great god. He has always been trapped in the Tower of the Most High, and even though he has been admired by all, he has never been able to take his own path to the extreme and step out of the most crucial step.

It’s been almost three hundred years since he closed the door to the present.

Three hundred years of thinking and loneliness, three hundred years of patience and waiting, have already polished his will to be harder than steel. For him, don't say that this is not a fierce battle in front of you. Even if it is a war of the gods, one **** is destroyed, and you can't let him move.

"Damn!" Warren finally couldn't help himself, whispering angrily. "Take out your true skill! Don't look down on people!"

Imia did not answer, still smiling, keeping the previous fighting style.

Perhaps, he intends to defeat Wo Wei in such a way that he will be born many years later than himself, but he will be defeated in a humiliating manner by the younger who took the lead one step ahead of himself.

Worthy was chasing more and more urgent, and could not help but think of the war that he had turned out of his hometown.

That night, he was also like today, full of powerless feelings, feeling like he was shrouded in a huge cage between heaven and earth, and like a small insect on the spider web, how can he not break free.

But in the end, he pulled the knife, slashed the knife, broke the net, opened the cage, killed the enemy, and went away.

Thinking of this, He slowly calmed down and his breathing gradually stabilized.

“What are you worried about?” He said to himself, “In the face of Master Imia Lamperus, it’s a matter of course to beat him and lose it. Since I am doing this mentally. Then, what else can I be impatient? What can be uneasy?"

"What I am going to do today is nothing more than fighting hard to bring my strength to the limit, so that even if I fall down, I will not regret it!"

When he thought of it, his heart suddenly became bright.

The long black blade was reinserted back into the scabbard, then slammed out and fell.

The black knife light is like a new moon, tearing all kinds of spells along the way, and taking Imia straight!