Green Monster Epic

Chapter 1083

Due to the impromptu activation of the teleportation magic, the originally locational teleport became disordered, and the half-elf, affected by the ripple, unexpectedly appeared on the edge of the battle between the Saint-level Priest and the dragon.

Seeing this, a hint of delight flashed in the eyes of the priest, Frank, and he immediately uttered a majestic voice: "God says, those who do not believe in me will be punished!"

A golden giant sword descended from the sky, locking onto the high, ferocious head of the dragon Figglas.

"Roar!"

How could the dragon not have noticed the appearance of the half-elf around them? At the same time as the priest uttered the sacred prayer, it roared and prepared a powerful dragon language magic.

Stars of fire appeared all over the sky, rapidly absorbing and devouring the energy dissipated by the fighting of the powerful figures, and then expanding into fireballs the size of basketballs, as if the stars in the sky were falling to the earth.

The longer the fireballs existed in the air, the more intense the flames on their surface became. When the priest, in his actions, inadvertently involved one of the fireballs, it immediately triggered a violent reaction from the fireball. An explosion comparable to the power of legendary magic immediately caused a chain reaction, detonating several other fireballs around the priest.

Boom boom boom boom...

If the priest hadn't already set up several layers of protective divine magic on his body, he might have been injured by the successive magical explosions.

But even so, Frank was not feeling well at this time. The brilliance of the protective divine magic on his body, mainly Divine Protection, was dim, obviously having consumed most of its power, and it was feared that it would be difficult to withstand the next wave of fireball explosions.

At this time, the dragon lowered its head, its spiraling horns resisting the Holy Light Judgment Sword descending from the sky, temporarily suppressed by the great power contained in its divine magic.

However, with the dragon's arrogant character and its unique physical talent, as time passed, its lowered head gradually lifted up. At the same time, inside its throat covered with red dragon scales, a dim light flickered and brewed.

"Roar!"

With another low roar, the dragon finally raised its proud head again, its blood basin mouth wide open, and a blue-white ray suddenly shot out from its mouth, but it was resisting the powerful divine magic and attacking the priest who was chanting not far away.

"God says: Those who believe in me will be sheltered!"

Frank was not easy to deal with either, but he lacked the brutality and madness of the dragon. The priest, who cherished his life even more, ultimately did not prepare to cast offensive divine magic, but instead prepared to put another layer of Divine Protection on himself, which also happened to resist the dragon's Light of Destruction!

Divine Protection was, after all, the most powerful tortoise shell divine magic in the Feyman world, completely protecting Frank, but it also caused him to be blown away by the power of the Light of Destruction.

Bang!!

The magic of the Divine Judgment Sword dissipated with the passage of time, and in the end, the dragon's horns stirred the core magic patterns unstable with a fierce drill, and then shattered into points of energy and dissipated.

The dragon, suddenly freed, did not delay. Its wings flapped fiercely, setting off a gale comparable to legendary magic, driving its huge body into an arrow straight to the half-elf who was falling freely a thousand meters away.

".snke"

The teleportation position of the Saint-level mage Malachite was somewhat deviated from that of the half-elf, appearing in a more distant position, but as a ranged professional, this distance just happened to be convenient for him to cast spells calmly.

Since leaving the teleportation, Malachite had not been idle. The magic barrier on his body that had been broken by the assassin Sherman had been refilled, and he also had time to prepare a powerful magic with the help of the luxurious equipment on his body.

As the last magic syllable fell, a huge lightning spear sizzled and twisted, and under Malachite's powerful mind control, it crossed several kilometers of space in an instant and appeared in front of the dragon.

The battle between the Saints was fierce and chaotic, and the majestic energy fluctuations formed a series of violent magic tides that spread for hundreds of miles, covering the entire Misty Forest.

The various creatures living in the forest hid in the shadows, shivering. Their biological instincts told them that they needed to leave this dangerous area as soon as possible, but their uncontrollable bodies could not move their legs at all, and could only wait for the arrival of death.

Compared with them, those powerful figures below the demigod level who were on the edge of the battlefield were much better, at least they had freedom of action. It's just that their situation was somewhat embarrassing, because they simply couldn't intervene in this Saint-level battle, and their attacks were not enough of a threat to the Saints.

Few could have an impact on the battle of the Saints, perhaps those casters and priests who could add or subtract various magic and divine magic effects, casting magic and divine magic remotely against specific targets, and then bringing positive or negative effects to the Saints in the battle, could play a certain role.

And those melee professionals could only stare blankly at this great war that would surely be recorded in the history of the Mansa Wilderness, while also cautiously watching out for those potential opponents around them, but they did not dare to start a war easily. After all, behind these faces were the forces of a major power in the wilderness, and even allies of each other.

As time passed, more teams and forces continued to join. The Misty Forest, which seemed vast but was actually not too vast, almost gathered the power of the most powerful forces in the entire Mansa Wilderness, as well as the top wave of powerful figures.

If the humans or elves could know in advance and lay out a plan to keep all of this wave of powerful figures in the forest, then for their world hegemony that was in progress, the wilderness would probably no longer be much of a threat!

Allen's Fury skill had been activated countless times. After reaching the Saint level, especially after the body was completely energized, the cooldown time of the Fury skill became shorter and shorter, the duration became longer and longer, and the side effects became less and less, which allowed him to unleash powerful combat power more calmly.

But even so, in such a chaotic battle, Allen was unable to gain much of an advantage. The various churches of the Temple of Nature were hidden in the dark, and the powerful Saints who had never been heard of were not easy to deal with either, and their strength was strong and difficult to entangle.

At any time, he had to deal with the unreasonable attacks of other powerful figures around him, and in turn, he had to join hands with them to launch fierce attacks on other opponents. The mental energy and scheming that Allen needed to spend were much more than in ordinary battles.

However, he also had some comfort and passion. Since knowing that there were so many rules hidden in the promotion to the Saint level, he needed to weigh and consider the matter of fighting and killing again and again.

Now that even the Saint-level existences of the Temple Church had taken action, then no matter how excessive he was in the battle, he didn't need to worry too much about being held accountable afterwards, and naturally he didn't need to hold back.