Indescribable tarot cards

"Why, Dagus, if it's for Alice and Aaron, I can guarantee..."

Bars's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Dagos, "Bars, you can't promise."

The melody was still flying, but the whole hall had begun to tremble.

The series of battles just now have begun to destroy the entire building structure of the hall.

It is painful, helpless, and even whining.

"Then come." Balth took a deep breath, and the talisman inscription on the metal prosthesis reappeared.

But this time, a dim talisman inscription also appeared on the other arm, and the aura of the cult came to his face.

The originally strong arm began to be quickly coated with a layer of blue-black color, which began to spread upward in the blink of an eye.

That is……

Creeping hands?

As if he had guessed what Dagos was thinking, Bals casually peeled off the blue-black skin, revealing the cold light of the metal instead of the pale bones, and the light of the magic runes was faintly visible.

Both of his arms are metal prosthetics!

"Diggs, as long as you borrow it, there will be no problem." Bals laughed.

A high-pitched male voice came, and a strange aura spread quietly.

Everything seemed to be activated, the flames, poisonous clouds, corpses and even the earth began to come alive.

In the sound of music, they were endowed with temporary spirituality and a will of their own. Countless pairs of invisible eyes scanned back and forth in the hall, looking for objects to vent to.

They have awakened from their eternal sleep.

"Dagus, what you care about is what I want to destroy."

The dim sigil inscriptions shone brightly, completely activating the ceremony in the entire hall.

Although Baers did not have the inscriptions to form a cult, it was more than enough to activate the ritual.

Dagos's face changed, and he saw dozens of crawling hands trying to break free from the restrictions of their original owners.

"If you want me to die, then I'll let them die!"

Bals already had a nervous smile on his face.

Scepter system versus Holy Grail system, gold class versus gold class, unless carefully prepared, no one can do anything to the other.

If you can't defeat him, you can still escape.

But similarly, if the other party insists on stalling for time, then the other party will not be able to get away quickly.

Especially for scepter-based earth elemental mages like Dagos, there are insufficient offensive methods and endless defensive and restrictive methods.

Dagos regained his composure at this time, and the talisman and inscriptions were flying slowly, mobilizing the surrounding earth elements as much as possible.

He was originally the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and rarely participated in battles on weekdays. What's more, due to the usual affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, he didn't even have a few gold-level spell slots filled.

What he can do is to hold back Bars as much as possible. As for those creeping hands, he thinks Garcia and Sartre should be able to deal with them.

Of course, as for the Throat of Death, he could only accept the fate.

Roaring sounds continued one after another, and countless pieces of earth and stone flew up out of the air, pounced on Bals like a tired bird throwing itself into the forest, and piled up into a pile of hills in the blink of an eye.

However, at the same time, a stream of hot and bright iron continuously poured out from around Bals, resisting the stones falling from the sky.

The entire city lord's palace hall trembled under their fighting, the nearby walls and pillars were missing, and even the ground was chipped away.

This was the result of Dagos deliberately controlling the destructive power. He concentrated all his power on Bals, otherwise most of the entire hall would have collapsed.

"Diggs, you are really old." Even though he was forcibly suppressed by rocks weighing more than a thousand kilograms, Bals still laughed.

In the test just now, he had already felt the limit of Dagos, and as long as he borrowed a little power from the cult aura, he could easily break through it.

Previously, he just wanted to save some power, but now it seems that it is not the time to save power.

In front of the natural disaster and the throat of death, there is no difference between extraordinary and evil.

He finally took out a Creeping Hand cult card from his arms and quickly attached it to the metal arm.

Extraordinaries of the Holy Grail system are good at drawing power from the formed Tarot cards and transforming them.

For them, tarot cards are more like a battery that can provide extra help when necessary.

The next moment, this bronze cult card shattered silently and was greedily devoured by his metal arm, even giving people the illusion that it had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

The gloomy black mist spread along Bals's arm and gradually condensed into the shadow of a deformed arm.

It seemed like it was born as an arm, with no wounds or cracks, but each finger was curled up strangely.

The black energy spread along his arms and onto Bals's face, gradually condensing into some kind of evil mark, but he was completely unaware of it. He laughed and punched the earth and stone in front of him as hard as steel.

"I'm here to kill you, Dagos."

Waving his arms that were completely out of proportion to his body, Bars drove straight in like a bulldozer.

Under his feet, the darkness condensed into countless arms, holding him up as he strode forward.

Ahead of him, darkness corroded the solid barrier, its surface covered with cracks almost instantly.

Behind him, the Throat of Death was still singing selflessly, the notes drifted away with his singing, and the inexplicable talisman and inscriptions disappeared and appeared in the air.

The whole hall finally woke up, and an inexplicable echo could be heard vaguely, like someone singing along in a low voice.

The melody begins to speed up and time is running out!

Time is like this for Dagues and Barrs, and it is also like this for Aaron and the others.

As several creeping hands struggled to break through the defense lines of the nobles, almost everyone discovered the strangeness of these creeping hands - as long as they did not block their way forward, they would not be attacked. attack.

And in the next second, everyone discovered that these creeping hands were heading towards Aaron and the others.

Without much thought, all the nobles present made the same decision almost instantly: to silently make way for them.

Some people have long tested the ritual barrier not far away. Its strength is simply terrifying. Several Silver-level extraordinary people have not been able to destroy this ritual barrier even if they join forces. Even their attacks were swallowed up silently by it, and even splashed. Can't afford any splash.

No one dares to offend the Death Throat, and no one can break the impregnable ritual barriers. The nobles can only choose to huddle at the door and seek a slim chance of survival between rituals and natural disasters.

Although they all know that their chances of survival are slim.

Seeing the creeping hands emerging from the crowd, Alice pursed her lips and led Ed directly to meet them.

Garcia looked at the swarming creeping hands with a trace of hesitation in his eyes. In the end, it just condensed the water vapor in the air, freezing a few ordinary creeping hands in place.

"How long will it take to break the ritual?" Mengji couldn't wait to urge Sartre even before Siosande could speak.

"I need time!" Sartre opened the spice box wide, ignoring the spiritual fit between the spices and blending them almost all at once.

The composition of this ritual is quite complex, and even Sartre is not sure how to successfully perceive its core through spices.

But Aaron was looking at the hall, and his sight seemed to see the musician directly through many obstacles.

He had to leave a way out for himself.