Chapter 205 204: Irresistible! Arrival in the Legend!
The earth under my feet was trembling violently. "It seems that this is indeed a solution." Ian stared at the huge Haierbo in the distance. He saw the horror on Haierbo's face, and his guess in his heart could be calculated to be verified.
Under the catalysis of Ian's magic, Mount Vesuvius was like an awakened ancient beast, roaring deafeningly, ready to swallow everything that stood in front of him.
The power that had accumulated countless years was completely released at this moment.
Its outbreak is like the end of the world. The rolling smoke was wrapped in hot magma and gushed out of the crater with a rush of mountains and seas. The sky was completely dyed into a strange blood red by this terrifying force.
The rich volcanic ash with fire was sweeping across the air, and the pungent smell of sulfur and the blazing lava breath was filled with, and every breath seemed to burn the lungs.
Even the sun is blocked by the thick ash.
"This...this is the end of the day!"
At this time, lava rolled, like countless black dragons circling and rising. The priests beside Ian had already collapsed to the ground in fear. They had never thought they would face such a terrible disaster.
Facing the unstoppable torrent of magma, all the priests seemed to have completely lost the ability to think, and they even lost the courage to pray to the gods.
"This...this is God's punishment!"
Of course.
The elderly wizard, who was lying in a voice, laughed bitterly.
More people stood there, looking at the gradually dyed red sky with dull eyes, as if they had lost the ability to think. Even those wizards who claim to be extraordinary on weekdays can feel their own insignificance. Their magic seemed so insignificant in the face of this natural disaster.
Even the courage to pray for protection from the gods has been lost - it is no wonder that there is a problem with the mind of these people. After all, the disaster of Pompeii was the nine largest volcanic eruptions in human history, besides the volcanic eruption that extinct dinosaurs. One, the entire mountain range wakes up in the roar, and it symbolizes the great power of nature.
God will also be overshadowed in the face of this great power, let alone a wizard with a body of mortal body? "This is a scene I have never foreseeed."
The little girl Kassandra hugged Ian's legs tightly, her body trembling violently, and her little face was as pale as paper. "My Lord, what did you do?" Her tone was filled with terror, and her voice seemed so small in the roar of the volcano, as if it would be torn apart by the roar of the volcano at any time.
But Ian could hear it very clearly. The volcanic ash fell like black snowflakes, covering the earth, and he gently stroked the little girl's hair.
"I am saving you."
Ian's wizard robe roared in the heat wave, and he stared at the doomsday he had released with his own hands - this was not an ordinary volcanic eruption, but The "Anchor of History" awakened by time magic.
The arrival of this moment is inevitable. This is an unchangeable node in history, something that even God cannot stop. What's more, Haierbo, who is a angel who has not been able to complete the ascendance to God?
This is the best way for Ian to deal with it. Anyway, the ancient city of Pompeii has been destroyed by Haierbo, so those who have been assimilated and absorbed will definitely not mind this.
Ian, who knew that he could not use his strength to compete with Haierbo, chose to detonate the historical node of the natural disaster in advance, but only let fate move forward and come to this place a little earlier.
The plan went smoothly.
However.
Hairbo was extremely unacceptable to this. "How could this happen! How could this be like this! Just a mortal body, a wizard, how could it be tampered with the order of time!" Haierbo roared and let out an incredible roar.
It is to steal the power of "wrong" from fate.
Now the "correct" fate is coming.
This made his divine state seem a little crumbling under the power of the volcanic eruption.
"Tell me! Why are you?"
Hairbo's voice was filled with anger and fear. His divine state began to collapse, and the divine light around him gradually dimmed, as if the "wrong" power he absorbed was leaving his body.
Faced with the questioning of the ancient dark wizard, Ian did not answer him, but just looked at the raging lava. Lava is like a rushing torrent, sweeping everything. The hot high temperature seemed to swallow the whole world, and to swallow him and the priests.
However.
Just as the lava is about to arrive. A golden light suddenly fell from the sky, covering Ian, Kassandra and the surviving wizards.
It was the power of the reckless goddess. As Haierbo's paradoxic realm faded and his power was declining, she also escaped in time and used her divine power to protect this group of people in the outbreak of natural disasters.
"You are simply crazy!"
The reckless goddess' voice was filled with shock and anger.
"You are the means to die together!"
She landed beside Ian. Beyond the golden light, there was the roaring torrent, and now it was like a huge wave that was walking along the ridge. The city flows down and swallows the mountain.
"Isn't you still there? I have always trusted my teammates." Ian silently put the props he prepared back into his pocket, and smiled slightly to show his trust in the goddess of recklessness.
This greatly increased the favorability of the reckless goddess being fooled.
"My rescue is indeed never late." The reckless goddess was obviously touched by Ian's words, and her originally angry expression also turned into a sigh of regret for the demise of the ancient city. "You can think of this kind of coping method... it's really amazing." She did not hide her shock at the little wizard's imagination. She had never seen any wizard have such courage and madness.
I actually dare to try to control fate and control the nodes of history. The most important thing is that it succeeded, which made the reckless goddess not know how to evaluate Ian's operations for a while.
She has never seen such a crazy person, nor has she seen such a calm madness.
"This is no longer something that miracles can describe."
The reckless goddess was not much calmer than Haierbo. However, the one with the biggest ups and downs in his heart is of course Haierbo, after all, he is falling step by step from the divine stairs that ascend to heaven.
"Just win."
Ian looked up at Haierbo in the distance. Haierbo was still floating in the air, and the divine light around him gradually dimmed, as if his power was being slapped by Some invisible force swallowed it.
The appearance on his divine face is also beginning to be dislocated.
"No! It shouldn't be like this!"
Haierbo tried his best to fight back and prevent his decline, but his ability to make the result happen before the cause and form a closed cycle simply could not play the role.
He claimed to be a god, believing that he had surpassed the limitations of mortals and was able to change the trajectory of history at will. However, there is an unprecedented sense of powerlessness when the unchangeable history comes.
"Stop me! Disappear!" The divine power around Haierbo was surging, constantly trying to play a role. He tried his best to try to reverse the disaster with his own strength, but no matter how hard he tried, he tried. , even the process of the volcanic eruption could not be changed, and we could only watch the lava that could not distinguish between heaven and earth swept towards us.
The human face on his torso screamed at the same time. This pseudo-god who had merged countless lives had an increasingly unwilling and fearful face. The mummies who should have supported him were now vaporizing into blue smoke in the magma.
Of course it wasn't magma that hurt him.
But the torrent of fate was like an invisible hand, turning all his efforts into a bubble. Haierbo could only do his best to protect his two angels.
As long as the angel is still there, he still has hope. At this time, Haierbo's state of god was already collapsed, but he was powerless because he lacked an angel and could not truly ascend to the god.
His body began to crack, like a broken statue.
"I haven't failed yet!"
Hairbo knew.
At this time, I can only take a gamble.
He condensed the ancient magic text and gathered in his eyes, staring away like sparks, trying to attack Ian and forcibly transform Ian into an angel.
"Be careful!"
The goddess of reckless men noticed Haierbo's intentions, and was covered in golden light. She blocked Ian's face, and felt that Haierbo's power was still crossing the reckless men. Ian, who influenced her, decisively chose to fight back.
"Soul-catching!"
Of course, all he can rely on is magic.
However.
Magic may indeed have limitations when fighting against the gods, but Haierbo's soul is just the soul of a wizard. Ian, who saw through this, met Haierbo's gaze.
The next moment.
Invisible collision of forces.
Haierbo was taken over by Ian and "welcome" into the subconscious world. The volcano is gone, the doomsday is gone, and the roar is gone, and unprecedented peace fills this strange space.
The skyscrapers towering into the clouds, the streets are filled with vehicles and pedestrians are passing by. No one knows what they are busy with, maybe they don’t even know.
"Huh?" All this was strange and strange to Haierbo. He had never seen such a scene—the beasts made of steel and glass, the roaring mechanical vehicles, and the people in strange costumes. A trace of shock flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by surprise and joy.
Hairbo stood in the middle of the street, his eyes full of shock and ecstasy.
"Is this... your world of thinking?" He just laughed wildly, "What a stupid behavior! You dare to pull my soul into your consciousness in reverse!"
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"Do you think you are a wizard who has reached the limit of the world, and your soul has the capital to compete with me? It's ridiculous! You don't know how much suffering and temper I have suffered in the underworld!" "My soul is a thousand times stronger than you Ten thousand days, you... are destroying yourself!" His laughter echoed on the streets, and the voice and response of the little wizard also sounded.
Ian's voice came from all directions: "I don't think so. There are practical cases that have proved to me that here... in my territory, I am unprecedentedly powerful. "
The calm, plain voice could not tell where he came from. Haierbo searched in the crowds of all kinds of people around him, but he didn't see Ian hiding in it.
"Want to hide and seek with me?"
Haierbo sneered, disdaining Ian's response at all. He took action directly, trying to destroy this space with his soul power, and then occupy Ian's body and forcibly transformed to complete the creation of the last angel of the god. Wherever that power goes, it has a terrifying power.
The thousand-year-old resentment and greed are like a ferocious beast.
"Disappear for me!"
He was arrogant.
However.
The expression on his face quickly solidified and stiffened. The reason was nothing. When the terrifying soul power exploded, he was shocked to find that the soul power he was raging could not hurt the slightest part of this space.
Neither the tall buildings nor the dust on the streets can be shaken. This is like a constant world, and no external force can change its order.
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"This is impossible...it's impossible!" Haierbo's voice was trembling, "How could my soul accumulation for thousands of years not shake you?"
He was so big Shocked and roared wildly, the voice was filled with unwillingness and anger, and of course, the fear and uneasiness that he tried hard to hide, the legendary black wizard felt the impossible weirdness for the second time.
"What did you do to me? Where is this! You can't have a stronger soul than me! Impossible! My soul is far more than all legends!"
The vengeful Haierbo was shouting loudly question.
Faced with his hysteria. "Who knows?"
Ian's voice suddenly sounded, as if coming from all directions. Haierbo tried to pursue the voice and find Ian's soul again, but heard a sound of flaming wings coming.
The sound was low and powerful, as if it was the flowing sound of fate. "You!! How could you be a bird?" Haierbo looked up and looked horrified. He saw a raven parked on the telephone pole, with scarlet and cold eyes.
The incomprehensible doubts in my mind did not wait for answers.
Because.
Before Ian spoke.
Haierbo's soul began to change - he looked directly at Ian's soul like a sun god, but he was obviously not as tough as the sun god.
First.
Hairbo's eyes began to crack quietly, and soon, this crack began to affect his whole body, and his entire soul seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force.
"I..." Haierbo felt an unbearable impact. He thoughts were blank and raised his hand and touched his face in a daze. The nose on the snake's face fell into his hands first.
Maybe the first thing that everyone who has done this magical transformation doesn't have is the nose.
"I can't understand..."
Hairbo only had time to mutter to himself.
The next moment.
His entire soul completely collapsed and became a nourishment. In reality, Ian slowly opened his eyes and saw the reckless goddess who was showing worries beside him, as if he was trying to enter his subconscious mind.
"I think you'd better not do that."
He chuckled.
"You really have a big secret!"
The reckless goddess saw that Haierbo's "godly state" in the distance was completely swallowed by lava, and she also knew that Ian was the winner of the soul duel. , which made her breath of relief and her expression complicated. "I hope this third miracle didn't disappoint you." Ian stood up with help. At this time, the eruption of Mount Vesuvius was coming to an end.
The entire city is buried by volcanic ash and lava, and its former prosperity has been completely swallowed and disappeared. Kassandra walked over and grabbed the corner of Ian's clothes.
"My Lord, thank you."
She still did not blame the disaster on Ian's head, thanking Ian for the hundreds of priests left here now, and the little girl seemed to be just It matured a lot this night. The priests were crying and griefing, and their homes, relatives, and dreams were all gone at this moment. "The living must continue to tell the stories of their existence for the deceased." The goddess of reckless men comforted these priests, and she also felt powerless sadness.
"This story is not very complete."
Ian also felt a little regretful.
The reckless goddess showed her vicissitudes of gaze when she heard this.
"All stories will not be perfect, there are regrets and pains in it. The important thing is that you have indeed saved so many people, or what happens today will be sung in many years."
Singing sounded.
It seems as if praying for the life that has passed away in this disaster.
"You go too."
Ian nodded to Kassandra.
The little girl immediately joined the ranks of the survivor priests. Her voice was crisp and ethereal, and it seemed particularly moving in this sad atmosphere like a beam of light penetrated through the darkness. "The person you are looking for, and your friend, seems to have been buried with Haierbo's ambition..." The reckless goddess saw Ian staring at the messy mountain.
She tried to comfort Ian.
but.
The words have not been finished.
She noticed that something was beginning to appear on Ian.
"What's going on?"
Ian himself was also a little surprised. His eyes suddenly began to glow, and then, the magic text lit up on his whole body, and his consciousness seemed to be re-emerged. Pull back to the world of thinking.
"This is..."
Ian saw it.
The image that has been blurry is beginning to become clear. Some ancient and powerful force was growing in his body, not out of thin air, but seemed to flow from somewhere.
That is...the authority of the paradox.
Ian felt the gain incredible. At the same time, in reality, the golden magic texts on his body were already everywhere, and a faint light was emitted from his body.
In this land baptized by disaster, a new, unprecedented legendary wizard is about to be born. The fluctuation of power made the reckless goddess feel frightened. "How could this legendary characteristic... be so powerful!?"
She widened her eyes in a dumbfounded state.
In the sky.
The thick dust caused by the volcanic eruption was suddenly dispersed, the volcanic ash in the real world gradually settled, the Sun God's chariot ran across the sky, and he quietly descended to his daughter.
"You crazy girl, don't you even know who you have chosen?" The appearance of the Sun God was not noticed by any priest, but his voice scared the reckless goddess.
"What's going on?"
She swallowed and looked at her father blankly. "Didn't you realize the problem if you can be killed in advance? My child, at this moment, is the node of history, the torrent that is truly hidden under the destruction of Pompeii." The Sun God looked at the little girl Cassandra not far away, and then looked at Ian again, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.
"It is...the hymn leads, and the ancient gods will wake up."
Among the ruins of doomsday.
The infinitely radiant sun god is restraining his own light.
His low and thick voice was also echoing gently.
(This chapter ends)