The Legend of Fatality

Flaine spit out the last few words, exhausting all his vicious language. Fortunately, it achieved the desired effect. Uric's pale face flushed with anger.

"Kill him!" He screamed. "Sacrifice him to our master!"

The chaotic warriors immediately began to drag Flain to the altar. This is the moment he has been waiting for. His speech is not just to achieve results. He used his anger to cover up the magic gathering. Even without his staff, he could absorb the magical energy of the light into himself. The wind brought by magic surged in the smell of corruption, just like the fresh air in the storm.

"The starry sky guides me!" Frian yelled, letting the suppressed magic power explode from his hands. The magic of the flame element flowed through his body, and he felt his blood and bones seemed to be ignited like it, causing severe pain. But he gritted his teeth to endure this pain, he must choose the same death and pain.

Two energy **** spewed out of his hand, and the two armor puppet soldiers were blown to pieces. The debris from their explosions rushed into the cultists on all sides, messing them up.

Flynn turned around, his hands together, his fingers pointing outwards, and the power of magic gathered in the hearts of both hands again. He yelled angrily, spraying more magic missiles to the soldiers who had not fallen.

One of the people who rushed in front was hit by the magic missile ejected from Flynn's hand and rolled into a brazier filled with crimson flames. The flame quickly burned down his body, and a suffocating shout broke his silence.

Another soldier came to Flynn and raised his hands to protect his cheeks. The wizard sprayed a series of flashing missiles at him. His hand didn't have time to move. Now, Flynn's magic is vigorously running through his body. It was as if he was nothing more than a dam impacted by the river. The magical river slammed into the black metal of the warrior's breastplate.

The black figure staggered forward, waving his arms. Flynn felt the intense emotions generated by the battle rise in his heart. The roaring crowd around him had no effect on him. The curved aperture kept them out.

It seemed that the scene began to deflect towards him. If he could solve these tough armor puppets, maybe he could escape this **** place.

Suddenly, he felt evil and darkness once again enveloped his heart. Even around the fireball on the altar, there was a malicious unnatural chill hit. He looked up. Seeing Yurik raise his wand, there was a flash of dark magic gathering around the wand. In the other hand of the evil wizard Yurik, Flynn recognized his own staff.

Who is the idiot now, Mr. Tesheim? He screamed. "Your staff is in my hand!" This place has long been saturated with the magic of my Lord. You can never win! "

The evil wizard Yurik laid his metal wand on Flynn's staff, flicked the staff suddenly, and smashed it on Flynn's staff, and Flynn's metal staff was broken.

A pure pain passed through the back of the mage of the Fatalin Association. He yelled in pain and collapsed on the floor. He trembling his hands and supported the floor, trying to stand up without success.

He could only hold the ground with one hand, and a whirling magic of twinkling starlight appeared in his other hand, and he threw it up. It exploded on the balcony, but failed to cause any harm. The puppet warriors in armor stood up again. One of the soldiers in black armor began to approach him, his arms stretched to his throat. Flynn raised his head, looked at the iron mask without any decoration, and smiled bitterly.

"Rotting in pain!" He said gritted his teeth and raised his finger. A bright light was released from his fingers. Penetrated the puppet warrior's faceplate.

The puppet warrior screamed, and a terrible wailing echoed in the wide room. This painful figure seemed to want to pounce on Flynn, but passed by him, stumbled into a group of believers, and kept holding his face along the way.

Seeing his chance, the Mage of the Fatalin Association dragged heavy steps and tried to return to the hallway, leaving this evil altar. Pain passed through his flesh and bones, followed by his soul. He tried to control his disregard for both the body and the soul. When he walked a few yards away from the arch, he could immediately leave this room full of evil power.

At this moment, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder. Drag him back. Although one puppet warrior fell injured and fell to the ground, there was another.

Flynn twisted his body frantically, struggling with all his strength, trying to free himself from the puppet warrior's hand. But he felt weaker and weaker. There was a new kind of magic in his heart, but the collision caused by the evil wizard Yurik's wand smashing again on the rest of his staff was extinguished. This evil wizard is destroying his staff, and at the same time destroying a part of the magical source of Flynn ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A wave of verbal abuse poured down the balcony like raindrops. The evil wizard Uric was mad with anger and fear. Flynn didn't look up. Chaos and evil power are tearing him, every second is consuming his power.

At the same moment, a dull roar was emitted from the fireball floating above the altar. The presence inside produced signs of imminent birth because of the magical battle. Its burning tentacles reached Flynn, and the aura of tentacles enveloped him like an iron cage.

Flaine gazed weakly upward at the fireball, and he could feel his power exhausting. The eyes in the flames looked back at him, two unformed spheres full of hatred and cruelty. Flynn's magic was finally exhausted, and the starlight in his soul was about to go out.

"Yes!" The evil wizard Yurik cried, his voice hoarse under tension. "Throw him into firepower! Sacrifice him to our great master!"

Flain tried his best to struggle, but it was not enough. The believers of the evil gods surged forward around the altar, and the puppet warrior in black armor held him tightly. He was pushed by the puppet warriors closer and closer to the altar. The flame from the tentacle almost licked his face.

He closed his eyes and felt that the burning fireball seemed to be preparing to absorb him. What a voice whispered in the very center of that fireball, what tempting promises to Flynn, what horrible things.

A gunshot suddenly rang through the room. The puppet warrior released him with iron-like hands. Flynn looked up in the direction of the sound. Suddenly, hope appeared.