Warhammer Wizard

The five fireballs flew into the control room at different speeds and in different directions. Finally, they arrived at the same location and exploded together.

The red flames swept through the entire control room, but did not reach the core of Eola in the middle.

Except for the core of Eola, the ground, walls and dome were all filled with flames. The fiery temperature was extremely restrained. It did not burn the rune circle, but it did not leave any dead ends, leaving Kersted nowhere to hide and was immediately burned. out of the figure.

It was suspended in the air, and a necromantic shield composed of countless twisted faces blocked the flames.

A gorgeous magic robe could not cover its bony body, its hands as dry as chicken feet held a staff, and its pale face had no trace of flesh and blood, only dry and wrinkled human skin was left, revealing two black nostrils. The eye sockets were deeply sunken, and two dark blue undead fires burned inside.

Even so, it could be seen that Kersted was in a state of extreme shock.

It seemed that it couldn't believe that the four natural disaster giants it created were all wiped out in a single encounter.

So that he was forced to show up and did not respond in time.

Seeing its inhuman appearance, Anse Waldos was uglier than a few years ago, and couldn't help but stunned, and did not immediately cast another spell attack.

He turned back and commanded: "You keep the exit."

Then a man walked into the control room.

"Teacher..." Kersted said, his voice was dry and sharp, as unpleasant as scratching glass with a blade, and there was not the slightest panic in his tone. This "teacher" had no emotion, but the most indifferent mockery. .

Anse Waldos stood on the ground, raised his head and said, "Since the day you betrayed Wezeland, you are no longer my student. Between the student and the slave, you chose to be a slave."

"Hey hey hey..."

Kersted laughed sharply and retorted: "If you can let me be promoted to Holy Soul and get immortality, then I am also willing to be your slave."

"I don't need slaves."

Anse Waldos's expression did not change at all, "You think, I said that you took refuge with the Death Lord? This is just a secondary issue. I regret that a student who has followed me for hundreds of years has become a superpower. It's a pity that my slaves don't know it, and it took me so long to teach."

"you!"

The flames in Kersted's eyes twitched rapidly. It had only been transformed into a lich for a few years, and still retained a few emotions, and was immediately stimulated.

It yelled angrily: "Anse Verdaws, do you think I'd do this?"

"If I don't rely on the master, I will grow old and die in at most 40 years. I have worked hard for more than 600 years in order to be promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard, and I have never slackened a day. I have finally reached the legendary peak. Is it worthy of an old and dead ending?"

"You keep teaching me to pursue the truth and go further on the road of magic."

"But if I can't live, how can I pursue the truth?"

"How do I continue my magical path?"

"Teacher, you tell me!" Kersted accused loudly, because he was too emotional, like falling into madness, his skinny body trembled, full of endless anger and helplessness, roaring: "You tell me what to do? "

Anse Waldos was silent.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he replied: "I have given you a lot of help and imparted all my knowledge to you."

"not enough!"

Kersted retorted fiercely, with a look of resentment: "This is far from enough, at least not as good as your help to Ren Augustus!"

Anse Waldos raised his eyelids, "Ren's achievements today are his own efforts, and have nothing to do with me."

Kersted sneered, obviously disbelieving.

Anse Waldos didn't explain much, and said in a deep voice: "After all, you are lacking in talent and lacking some luck. It is your predetermined destiny not to be able to be promoted to the Holy Soul. It doesn't matter, you shouldn't go down this evil path."

"Repent!"

"I'll make your death a little easier."

Anse Verdas issued an ultimatum, the fire elements all over his body gathered, and the Akash Scepter lit up with a scorching fire.

"Hahahaha..." Korsted burst into laughter, pointed at Anse Verdas without fear, and said proudly, "Do you think you can kill me? As long as I don't die, you'll never want to get Iraqi The control of the core of Aura, the floating city will always belong to me!"

boom!

Anse Waldos slammed the staff to the ground, and countless flames erupted, spreading like lightning to the entire control room, forming a field of flames that enveloped himself and Kersted.

There is a vacancy in the flame field, which will not affect the core of Eola.

At the same time, five fireballs flew out and instantly split into twenty-five, rapidly expanding to the size of a basket, and suddenly disappeared from the field.

In the next instant, fireballs appeared around Kersted, causing chain explosions.

A booming explosion shook the control room.

Kersted stretched out a gray-white force field to protect himself. This is the Nether Realm, which can be isolated from the main material realm and placed in an independent space to avoid all damage.

The Nether Realm was destroyed by a fireball in an instant.

But before the collapse, Kersted had expected this result, teleported to the other side of the control room in advance, used the core of Eola as a barrier, and the magic robe on his body stimulated the nine-ring frozen orb. It was thrown directly under the feet and exploded, and the extremely low-temperature frost covered half of the control room and extinguished the flames.

Suddenly, the control room turned into a world where ice and fire collided.

However, it only lasted for less than a second.

The flame field just stagnated for a while before regaining the upper hand, the frost melted, and the frozen area quickly retreated.

A series of nine-ringed fireballs flashed in close pursuit.

Kersted didn't panic, raised his bone-like hands and flicked his fingers, and the dark green sacs of meat **** faced the fireball, bursting apart on the way, reducing the power of the fireball, and the high temperature of the explosion. The flame was blocked by a bone wall again, and ultimately failed to cause damage.

Between fending off the fireball, Kersted also threw a number of spells at Anse Wardaus.

Withering!

Howl of the Banshee!

Extremely Effective Weakness Technique!

Curse of Weakness!

Bone Spear!

The Bone Cage!

Advanced dispel magic!

A finger of death!

Most of these spells are of the eighth level, and a few are of the ninth level, and all of them are instant cast, far beyond the normal spellcasting ability of Kersted. To the strength of casters above level 30.

But if you choose to cast spells, it will not be able to continuously transmit the army of undead in the lower layer of the floating city.

The wizard group outside the control room and the four teams in the middle layer immediately reduced the pressure.

A frenzy of magic came surging.

Anse Waldos responded with only one spell, and that was Fireball!

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

He stood still, and a series of huge fireballs were generated from the top of the staff and sprayed out at high speed, like a cannon with infinite firepower.

Each fireball would split into five, follow different trajectories, and end up in the same direction, continuing to track Colestead as it flashed around, and then exploded, leaving it exhausted.

The explosion didn't stop for half a second.

Even, sometimes there will be dozens of explosions in a second, superimposed into a big explosion.

Most of the spells released by Kersted were evaporated by the high temperature as soon as they entered the realm of flames. Anse Verdas directly ignored them. The few nine-ring spells that could reach him were always blocked by fireballs in time to blow them up.

Even a spell like Curse of Weakness that has no flight path and falls directly on the casting target, the fireball can accurately detonate and destroy the effect of the spell.

There is nothing a fireball can't solve.

If one fireball isn't enough, then two, three, four, five...

Anse Waldos has been studying fireball all his life.

His understanding and application of this spell are superb. No one in the world understands fireballs better than him, even Master Ogulevi would be resigned.

After the first wave of spell confrontation, Kersted couldn't stand it anymore.

Even with the support of Eola's core, it was still chased by the fireball and fled, and did not dare to approach the control room on the side where Ansyverdas was located. A little, barely survived.

But it's just lingering.

In no more than two minutes at most, Kersted will be killed by the fireball.

There was no sign of fear on its face, and it tried its best to use various spells to resist the explosion of the fireball, while screaming fearlessly: "My phylactery is in the hands of the master, when I am resurrected, no matter where the floating city is, I will All will be taken back!"

"Unless you destroy the floating city, but you must be reluctant."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Kersted's laughter echoed throughout the floating city, and suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something, and shouted in panic, "No! My phylactery..."

The sudden change made it slow for half a beat.

A string of fireballs took the opportunity to break through and exploded continuously at the same point on the undead shield. The flame power was concentrated in the same direction to achieve the maximum effect.

The undead shield was instantly blown through.

Kersted's body burned to ashes in the next instant, and no bones remained.

However, Anse Verdas did not stop, and a dozen fireballs turned their directions, and they flew towards another position in the control room.

Deathstroke!

It was just a magic double that was just blown up.

As soon as Kersted's figure appeared, he was hit on the face by a string of fireballs, and the necromantic shield was blasted as soon as it opened, and he was killed again.

Chain accident!

Anse Verdas still casts spells, and has already seen through everything.

Ten identical Kerstedts appeared in the control room, each looking like a real body, propped up the necromantic shield to block the fireball, and at the same time threw various spells at Anse Verdas.

While manipulating the fireballs to eliminate these mirror images, Anse Waldos released a dimensional anchor to a certain void, followed by a series of fireballs.

Kersted, who was teleporting to another world, was immediately interrupted.

It flashed to avoid the fireball, and with a flash in front of its eyes, it found that it was like a self-inflicted snare, and it happened to be caught by a huge flame palm.

The giant palm was clenched inward, and with a snap, the undead shield was immediately crushed.

The flames burned to Kersted's body, the robes and magic items were instantly burned, and the skin blackened and cracked, causing it to scream. Black chains emerged from the void, entangling Korsted, who was almost streaking, blocking its connection with space, and could no longer cast teleportation spells.

A soul binding technique fell, cutting off the connection between its soul and the outside world, and could no longer control the floating city through the core of Eola.

Suddenly, Kersted was unable to move.

The fighting in the control room finally ceased, and the field of flames subsided.

At this moment, Ren walked in from the door of the control room, holding a warhammer in one hand and a fine gray-blue iron box in the other.

When Kersted saw this iron box, the fire of the undead in his eyes soared, and he struggled frantically.

Until now, it's still unbelievable.

"This is impossible!"

"My phylactery is hidden in a demiplane, how did you find it?"

"No! Even if you find out, you can't get in so quickly. Tell me, how did you get my phylactery?"

Corsted screamed in despair, his skeleton-like face completely contorted.

"teacher."

Ren handed the phylactery to Anse Waldos, and then looked at Kersted, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but did not answer its question.

Anse Waldos looked at the phylactery in his hand, surprised.

It was only now that he knew that Kersted hid the phylactery in the demi-plane, and even if he were himself, he would not be able to crack the entrance to the demi-plane so quickly.

Moreover, Kersted must have prepared other arrangements in the demiplane.

In less than three minutes from opening the control room to subduing Colestead, Ren actually got the phylactery.

This kind of means and efficiency, let alone Kersted can't believe it, other people can't understand it.

Anse Waldos nodded and praised: "Well done!"

"It's just an effort." Ren smiled lightly.

Others think that he is humble, but it is really just a little effort, not opening the magic door by himself, but letting a mirror do it.

The magic door of the half plane can identify the intruder, and the moment it is opened with the door key, the "otherworld vortex" is triggered, swallowing the mirror image and teleporting it to an unknown plane, and the mirror image soon disappears.

That half is second only to the Floating City in importance to Kersted. It is not large in size, with a diameter of only about a kilometer. Kersted keeps his most precious wealth in it, and has carefully arranged Protect the magic circle, block space transmission and invasion.

In addition to the rune formation, there is an ancient frost dragon.

It was transformed into a bone dragon, enslaved by Kersted, and guarded the phylactery at all times.

Floating City, Half Plane, Ancient Dragon!

The phylactery has triple insurance, and Colestead has done it to the extreme, but it is useless in front of Rennes.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

When Gotham City's army appeared inside the floating city, it was doomed to fail.

Ren didn't even enter the half plane in person, three mirror images went in, two turned on the anti-magic force to entangle the frost dragon, and one was directly teleported to the rune magic circle, and easily got the life-guarding phylactery that was strictly guarded. to ten seconds.

"Korsted, you repent." Anse Verdas said with the Phyllophant.

"teacher……"

Kersted, who was controlled by the giant flame palm and the void chain, finally realized his situation, the flames in his eyes flickered a few times, and trembled: "I don't dare to ask for forgiveness from the teacher, it's all my own. s Choice."

It looked up at Ansyverdas, its voice raised a little.

"Teacher, I really want to be promoted."

"I want to live so that I can continue to explore the truth of magic, always follow the teacher's side, and listen to the teacher's teaching."

"From the beginning, I didn't want to be bad for Wezeland, but I couldn't help myself. The Death Lord controlled my will and body, and I couldn't disobey his orders."

"I really didn't mean to hurt Weizeland..."

The Holy Soul Lich cried with tears, Anse Waldos flashed a trace of pity in his eyes, looking at the phylactery in his hand, with a complicated expression.

The army of undead outside the control room stopped attacking, the battle had stopped, and the Wizards of Wezeland were silent when they heard Kersted's words.

Ren looked on indifferently without interjecting.

Of course, the teacher will not spare Kersted just a few words, otherwise he will not be able to convince the public, and he will not be able to explain to the wizards and residents who died under the hands of the Scourge.

But people are not plants.

Kersted has followed the teacher for hundreds of years. They are both teachers and students and they are like father and son. They have made a lot of contributions to Weizeland. Now they have to personally end Kersted's life. I don't think it tastes good.

Ren's soul eye has been watching Kersted.

Although it is impossible to see its elements, it can sense its emotional changes. These words of repentance are true and sincere, not lies.

But truth be told, Kersted's soul was shrouded in black.

This is hatred!

The hatred of the undead creature for the living, it confided its heart only to cover up its intentions, delaying the time to crack the soul binding technique, rather than really wanting to regret it.

Ren sneered in his heart and got ready.

Anse Waldos broke the silence and sighed: "Korsted, on the day you betrayed Wezeland, you should have thought of what happened today."

"Teacher!" Kersted looked terrified, "I don't want to die!"

"You must die."

Without any hesitation, Anse Waldos flashed fire in his hand and began to destroy the phylactery. He said loudly, "This is the ending you deserve, and dying at my hands is the last mercy to you."

"Then let's die together!"

Kersted's expression became extremely ferocious, as if he had lost all reason, and shouted frantically: "With so many people buried with me, it is worth dying for me! Wezeland was destroyed by my hands, and since then in the world Removed, hahahaha..."

The faces of the wizards changed greatly.

Speaker Ronnie hurriedly shouted: "It's going to detonate Eola..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the whole world was quiet.

The time inside and outside the control room stopped, the air stopped flowing, everything seemed to have been pressed the pause button, the wizards remained still, completely lost their ability to think, unable to move, like a freeze-frame picture.

Kersted kept his maddened gesture of opening his mouth and shouting, and the fire of the undead in his eyes solidified.

When time stops, only one thing and two people can still operate.

One is the Core of Eola, which is unaffected.

One of the two was Ren, who had already raised the key to the door to the limit, and a simple bronze door appeared in his eyes, as if it was made of countless transparent worms. brilliance.

The time stop only allowed him to pause for a moment before regaining his freedom.

Then, Ren's mind jumped in front of Kersted, waved Thor's hammer, and smashed its head and whole body into powder with one hammer.

Almost at the same second, Anse Verdas destroyed the Phyllet.

The sturdy lifeguard is first melted into molten iron and then evaporated away without leaving a trace.

He looked at the still scene around him, and his expression was extremely shocked, as if he was more shocked than Korsted wanted to blow himself up and die with everyone. Kersted's mind was completely within his grasp, and even if there was no time to stop, it was too late to detonate the core of Eola.

"This……"

Anse Waldos opened his mouth to speak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but made no sound.

Sound cannot propagate during time stop.

Although he was only slightly affected, his movements became a little slower, but his thinking was normal and he was still able to cast spells and fight. He found the spellcaster whose time stopped at a glance. At the door of the control room, a thin figure in a black magic robe and holding a straight staff emerged.

Raistlin!

Anse Waldos was stunned, and then felt a little unbelievable, Ren's clone actually mastered the time stop!

Tick ​​tock! tick...

The slow and fast six seconds ended, and at the last second, the pale-faced Raistlin nodded slightly to Anseldorf and disappeared.

Time resumes its flow.