Chapter 125 Until the Day Death Comes
The top of the snow-capped mountains.
The white-robed mage held his staff and looked at the gloomy sky.
The snow was falling heavily, thunder was rolling among the thick black clouds, and the biting cold wind cut across the old man's lonely face like a knife.
Kandra has lost count of how many battles he has experienced and how many lives he has lost under his staff.
In the Mages Guild, he is the beloved and amiable Kandra teacher. He teaches his students in every possible way, and has mentored students all over the Midgard Continent.
But his combat experience is even more outstanding than his teaching ability.
Looking at the wind and snow in the sky, the old man stood quietly like a sculpture, and his mind could not help but flash back to his early experience as a demon hunter.
At that time, Candela was a cynical and passionate young man who became the laughing stock of his family because of his magical talent. He abandoned his aristocratic status in anger and embarked on a journey alone.
His swordsmanship talent was obviously better, and he gradually became famous, and he accepted a commission to hunt witches.
Next to the lake deep in the forest, Candela saw the sparkling moonlight and the witch swaying her legs. Her laughter and beauty dazzled Candela.
“Are you sure you want to defeat me?” The witch smiled lightly.
“Listen up, the person who killed you is called Candela, please die!” The young man stepped forward with his sword.
The witch jumped lightly into the lake, revealing a pair of bright eyes and blowing bubbles. Her silky black hair floated on the lake, her clothes dissolved in the water, and her smooth hands and snow-white legs were floating on the lake. There are ripples under the water.
“What if I teach you magic?”
"What did you say?" The young man couldn't believe his ears.
"I said, as long as you are willing to worship me as your teacher, you can also become a respected archmage."
The witch chuckled and said: "Because talent never determines your achievements. The key, the key is to persevere, Candela, until the day death comes..."
The cold wind howls on the top of the mountain.
The white-robed Archmage stood quietly, with a trace of curvature on his wrinkled face, and murmured softly:
"Persevere until the day death comes..."
Boom! !
Thunder surged violently in the clouds, and the strong wind swept away the flying snow. A huge frost bone dragon roared through the clouds, and when its wings flapped, it set off a biting cold wave.
The body of this Frost Bone Dragon is made of white bones. The bones are covered with frost and glow with a cold blue-white light. Ice-blue flames are burning in the eye sockets of the skull, which is cold and dead.
“Roar——!!”
The ice-cold gaze of the Frost Bone Dragon was firmly locked on the white-robed mage on the cliff. With an earth-shattering roar, it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out the icy breath of death!
Kandra had no fear on his face and recited a spell silently. The gem at the top of the staff suddenly burst out with a blazing beam of light, piercing the ice breath and hitting the Frost Bone Dragon's head.
The Frost Bone Dragon's head emitted thick smoke, roared in pain, and waved its huge frost claws, like snowy mountains falling from the sky!
The body of the white-robed Archmage floated slowly in the wind, and his white beard danced with the strong wind. He held both ends of the staff with both hands and turned it gently.
Crack.
As if a mechanism had been opened, the staff was separated into a hilt and a scabbard, and Candela's eyes burst out with scorching golden light.
Rise the ring! Sixth Ring Release, Flash Technique!
Using the majestic six-ring magic power to cast the low-ring flash technique, the sky was ignited into daylight at this moment! As powerful as a frost bone dragon, the blue flames in the eye sockets are also flickering fiercely at this moment, as if hesitating due to the flash spell!
Zheng!
Kandra shouted low, held one end of the staff and pulled out the sword with force. In an instant, the sword light overflowed, and he was filled with anger.
The gem inlaid on the top of the staff is now like the pendant of a sword, bright, elegant and powerful!
Suddenly, Candela's sword slashed out like a crescent moon, hitting the Frost Bone Dragon's claw and cutting off its wrist!
Boom! !
The huge dragon claw fell on the snowy field, stirring up the vast snow and fog.
The Frost Bone Dragon flapped its wings and floated in mid-air blankly. It looked at the fallen dragon claw and then at Candela holding the sword, the flames in its eye sockets flashing crazily.
The sword blade in Kandra's hand reflected the old man's stern face, and he said hoarsely:
"This is easier to hold than the staff!"
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The top of the Winter Temple is like a The spear pierced the clouds.
The sky was dark and it was snowing heavily.
In front of the temple, the golden spherical divine realm enveloped Father Andres. As Andres continued to pray, blood continued to be injected into the magic circle, and this divine realm was gradually expanding.
The guardian beast Snow Leopard's eyes were blood red and it was panting. Even if it tried its best, it could not break through this barrier. It recovered briefly and stared at the monk in black in the center of the circle. Most of the torture tools that Andres carried in his suitcase had been used on himself.
His hands were pierced by silver nails, his thin face was covered with blood, and his body was shrunken like a mummy. All the blood from his body was injected into the magic circle, as if only his soul was left to support it. He opened his mouth and said piously and lovingly:
"I have already borne your sins for you. The apostles will take me to the Kingdom of God and send the gospel to this place——"
"The Royal Angel of the Lord! The King of Souls among the Seven Archangels who is waiting for the day of resurrection! The beast of God, Remiel! Here, I call for your coming!"
Suddenly, Andres With his eyes widened and his body as hunched as a shrimp, he pinched his neck with his dry palms and roared in agony.
Snow Leopard felt a strong fear... He treated his own people so cruelly, so how would he treat the believers of the old gods?
The golden circle glowed brightly, and Andres' bones and flesh gradually dissolved. A faceless white light flew out from his mouth, broke through the golden shield, and flew into the dark clouds. .
The magic circle greedily devoured everything of Andres, from his blood to his body, from his faith to his soul.
Thunder surged in the sky, and a long and narrow gap was torn open in the clouds, from which blood-red light spilled. The golden magic circle completely disappeared, erasing everything where Andres was.
Here, the apostle of God comes.
The guardian beast Snow Leopard's pupils shrank, looking at the figure gradually emerging from the blood-red light, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.
The air froze, the depressing breath flowed like viscous liquid, and where the blood was most concentrated, a huge beast appeared.
This is a black lion, with eyes like rubies, burning with blood-red flames that will never go out. The flowing lion's mane is entwined with thunder, and it spreads a pair of burning wings, looking at the world without emotion.
The body of the guardian beast Snow Leopard was constantly trembling under the strong sense of oppression... Remiel, the apostle who controls thunder among the seven apostles, already possesses the power of the holy realm in the material world.
The snow leopard smelled the smell of death, and there was no possibility of resurrection after dying under the divine thunder.
The temple of the Winter Goddess shook violently at this moment.
The remaining divinity gathered into the incarnation of the winter goddess wearing hunting clothes and holding a hunting bow, facing Lemuel from afar.
Lemuel spoke, his emotionless voice booming over the snow leopard, stating:
"I have no rival in the material world at this moment."
In an instant, the vast thunder pillar fell from the sky and landed on the incarnation of the Winter Goddess, instantly causing the incarnation to dissipate.
The Winter Temple was hit by a lightning pillar and collapsed. This ancient temple that had stood for hundreds of years collapsed!
"Goddess!!" Snow Leopard roared at the top of his lungs.
Lemuel looked indifferently, and the lion's cold eyes stung the snow leopard deeply.
"Wait a moment." Lemuel said calmly, "Fate will give you, the people of the old gods, the due judgment."
Snow Leopard suddenly sensed something, and quickly moved behind him As soon as he looked at it, his pupils suddenly shrank to a point.
The three sled dogs looked up at the sky and clucked their tongues in shock.
The Husky’s face was full of wisdom: “Ouch?” (How can it fly?)
The Samoyed was surprised: “Wow!” (There is such a magical thing!)
Alaska said: "Roar!" (Brother, I want to fly too!)
Gray stood on the sled, looking up at the beast of God, sweating profusely:
"Yeats... we seem to It's going to be over..."
The plot deviates from the trajectory of the game. The lion floating in the sky made Yeats' hair stand on end.
Apostle of God? Isn't this the BOSS in the [Last Judgment] version? Before I traveled through time, this version had not yet been installed, only a preview!
This aura is stronger than Teacher Candela's. Is it the Holy Land? !
When life and death were at stake, Yeats nervously considered countermeasures, but the cooking method of the divine beast flashed in his mind.
Damn it, don’t remind me of the recipe at this time!
At this time, Lemuel's cold eyes firmly locked Yeats and Gray.
“Those who are disrespectful shall be punished.”
Yeats: "..."
Where is the King of the Wild Hunt, please help me!
(End of this chapter)