Cthulhu Gonfalon

Wolverine cut almost ten knives in one breath, and each knife cut the **** of the caster, Imiah Lamperus, which even included an extraordinary power, the **** of war.

However, there has always been no victory.

In the face of this situation, even if he is as determined as He, he can't help but worry a bit, silently retreating.

This is a very strange thing. A warrior fights with a mage. Not only does it not hang on to death, but he hurries back and pulls away.

The audience who witnessed this scene were stunned. There was a hollow-faced masked church believer who lacked combat experience and was bloody. He couldn’t help but yell: "Don't go back! Continue to cut!"

Wo Wei naturally heard the voice, but did not rush up, just a bitter smile.

His own situation is clear to himself. The round of attacks was in vain, not only consuming his massive physical strength, but also consuming the power of His storage. Imia Lamperus is worthy of being a 3,000-year-old predecessor. At first glance, he sees that he lacks **** believers, and his power reserves a limited weakness. Through this round of melee, he played with his power to counteract.

The colorful aperture that enveloped Imiah not only has terrible defenses, but also contains a lot of divine power. Each knife is cut on top, and there will be a lot of divine power and the power of the mighty power to offset. After the knives were cut, the power of his body consumed more than half.

In this way, Imia does not even have to use the shots, and relying on the consumption of divine power, it will be able to let the wolf oil shine, and eventually fall.

Woer wrinkled his brow and thought about what to do.

He is not afraid of death, or he is psychologically prepared for it. But if you don't try to win, you just die, not his style.

The real courage is not only to face death and death, but also to work hard in the desperate situation and strive for a chance.

Most of those amazing miracles are so come.

After thinking for a while, he held the long black knife in both hands and lifted it over the top of his head, posing a posture that was ready to be slanted.

This position is the most powerful of the power of the knife. A skilled warrior uses it, and often can cut down all the enemy of the heavy armor.

Wolverine watched Imiah, but he did not move, but his mood gradually calmed down. It was like a pool of stagnant water, calm and waveless, and like a mirror, showing everything in his heart.

Imia did not speak, but revealed a smile of appreciation.

In the face of this overwhelming power gap, there is still the courage to continue fighting, and even to regain calm in the battle, to show more sophisticated means of warrior, of course, it is worthy of appreciation!

But He has some regrets.

Why do such people become the **** of knowledge?

God of knowledge... no matter how you look, it should be a caster!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Both sighed for the spectacle of the Pearl, and sighed for the disappointment of their disciples and grandchildren.

A group of legendary mages, even let a warrior grab the knowledge of the priesthood, which is simply lost in the river of the river!

“It seems that I have focused on understanding and mastering the power of the world in these years, trying to include all the casters in my own ministry and neglect to teach them!”

He secretly thought, but did not put the battle in front of his heart.

In his opinion, only spells can fight spells. The **** of knowledge has been blocked by the mystery of the mystery of the family, and the martial arts are against him. How can there be a chance of winning?

If you lose like this, then your own three thousand years will be alive!

The knife flashed.

Wo Wei retired again, and his footsteps were somewhat illusory.

Just the knife, he has absorbed all the spirits and brought his martial arts to the extreme.

However, the results are no different from the previous ones. On the contrary, he has lost a great amount of divine power and once again fell off the cliff, and has reached a precarious point.

If you continue to fight like this, perhaps after the next knife, He will fall into sleep because of the exhaustion of divine power.

For a new **** who has not yet had time to build a country, and the church has not yet had time to build, it almost means degeneration.

"Maybe... the next knife will be the last blow of my life..."

With such insights, He slowly adjusted his breathing and allowed himself to return to calm.

Since there is only one knife left, it is best to show this knife the best, and to give the most brilliant blow in this life!

Imia's thoughts were slightly disturbed by the knife of Warren, so the great magician suddenly realized that he was still in a duel.

He smiled apologetically and re-focused his eyes on the wolf.

"Oh, your state looks very bad." With his eyesight, nature saw the situation of Wo Wei at first glance, and could not help but frown and persuaded, "You still admit defeat. If you fight, you will No life!"

Worthy answered him with a calm smile.

It is a smile that is already well-understood and ready to accept death.

Imia's brow wrinkled deeper, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why? There is always a reason!"

“Reason?” Warren finally answered, “Why do you need a reason?”

"You are dying!" said Imiah. "People can live without reason, but there is no reason to die without reason!"

"Betrayal needs to find a reason, insist not to use it." Wo Hao smiled, the smile was calm and calm.

"Loyalty should not go beyond ideals and beliefs!" said Imiah frowning. "You are not the **** of the knight. Your priesthood is knowledge, the promotion and dissemination of knowledge, the promotion of civilization... loyalty to this kind of thing, It should not be more important than your philosophy!"

"Everyone's ideas are different. I don't insist that you can understand me." Wo Wei smiled and replied, "For those who have passed through 3,000 years and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, this kind of loyalty has long been It doesn't make sense. Perhaps even in the face of the great mystery, you only follow Him as a student, not a courtier. But for me, the Void Mask is my Lord. As a courtier, I am grateful. He is kind and friendly to me. If it wasn't for his help, I probably still huddled in the library now, sheltered from the book collectors, and avoided the possible pursuits, so I went old in obscurity until the end of the years. Grind all the courage and strength and become a mediocre member of the cemetery..."

"The vacant mask of the void guides me in the direction of my direction, helps me find the goal of life, and realizes it. He has sublimated my life and made me a life of a restless escaped and hateful Avengers. I was relieved and became a great and singer, and eventually even surpassed the limits of the living and entered immortality."

He was silent and said: "What impressed me the most is his equality and friendliness towards me! This attitude is far more precious than the benefits He has given me. Compared with it, the gods are not necessarily there. What a big deal."

"What is life is simply not worth mentioning!"

He seldom said so much in one breath, and after he finished speaking, he laughed.

"Well, Master Imia Lamperus, the nonsense is finished, let's end this battle."

As he said, he took a step forward on his left foot and leaned over, his black blade across his chest, pointing to the chest of Imia Lamperus.

"I will do my best to pierce this knife and hope that you will not be injured."

The **** of the caster was silent and sighed deeply.

He took out a wooden stick that looked unusual and slowly lifted it up.

The golden light condenses at the top of the stick and turns into a ball of light, which spins fast.

"This is the spell that I was best at when I was in the world." He said, "People like you shouldn't die of divine power. Let me send you a ride with your favorite spell!"

Seeing that both sides are going to final battle, Morani's face has become very dignified, and even the body has bowed slightly, his knees are slightly bent, and he is ready to rush.

"I blocked the spell, you saved." Jorga Deman said this, his right hand flashed, and the usual big axe appeared on his hand.

However, their plans have not been implemented.

Because just before the last spur of Wool, Imiah Lamperus made the most proud magic, a voice that angered like a volcanic eruption, passed from the underground.

"Dead old man! Have you heard a word?" The roar of Yuxiong, even the dead can be scared to jump up, "Do not force! Forced to be thunder!"

A dazzling thunder erupted from the ground and instantly came to the **** of the caster. Hit the colorful aperture of his body, bursting with dazzling white light.

This ray left almost everyone who was present temporarily lost sight. Only a powerful **** of justice can resist this strong light and maintain a clear vision.

So before the light dissipated, everyone heard his laughter.

"Hahaha! It's so fun! It's so funny!"

interesting? What is so interesting?

With such doubts, everyone who has recovered the vision, seeing the standing in the air, still maintains the wolf in preparation for the spur posture.

Huh? What is the master of the caster, the master of Imia Lamperus? Where did He go?

More than one person was looking around in confusion, looking far and wide, but could not find the master of Imia Lamperus.

Morani looked around with divine power, at least seen a hundred miles, but could not find the master of Imia.

Then he looked at Joel Gadman by his doubts. He felt that the **** of justice who just laughed and laughed, must know something.

But before the **** of justice was opened, the voice of Yuxiong came from the underground.

His voice was a little bit sighed, and he was a little dissatisfied: "I am going to go! This old man is just as hard as a tortoise! ​​I fired an electromagnetic bombardment, but I just flew him, and I couldn’t break it. His turtle shell!"