Chapter 128 Spear of Destiny, Meteor Strike
Lemuel's lion eyes suddenly shrank, his angry eyes seemed to burst out with fire, and the lion's entire face was extremely tense.
His lion's beard shone with thunder, his mouth opened wide, and his roar was deafening.
“How can you possibly hold that spear?!”
Lemiel’s heart was filled with shock, anger and horror.
How could He not recognize that spear? In the realm of divinity, the King of the Wild Hunt threw this spear, and he almost lost his soul with just one blow!
At this moment.
A spear named after eternity and destiny.
He actually arrived in the material realm with the power of the King of the Wild Hunt!
Endless questions emerged in Lemuel’s mind.
Why is that human boy so compatible with the divinity of the King of the Wild Hunt?
And even the Spear of Destiny recognized the young man and allowed him to hold it in his hand!
Under the sky of lightning and thunder, a black storm-like heavy armored cavalry appeared on the vast snowfield: either holding a thunder sword, or holding high a broken flag, or raising a frost spear...
Right in front of the Wild Hunt army stood the "King of the Wild Hunt" wearing wolf head armor.
The voice that came out through the helmet was powerful and deep, with a kingly air and a concise answer.
"As long as you have hands."
Suddenly.
The incredible answer that Lemuel had to believe appeared in the apostle's heart.
His expression froze, and he flapped his wings rapidly, eager to escape!
Yeats slowly raised his head and looked at Lemuel in the sky, feeling quite peaceful.
The moment the Spear of Destiny was thrown, it had successfully hit the enemy, possessing the power of the law that reverses effects into causes.
The breath coming from the Spear of Destiny is so close, as if it is like an arm and a finger, and a thought can throw this artifact that can annihilate the Holy Domain.
The moment he possesses this huge power.
Yeats vaguely saw the blood-red sunset. On the battlefield lined with broken swords, bones were piled up into a mountain of corpses. Figures continued to fall in the sky. On the top of the mountain of corpses, there was a throne.
On the top of the throne, there is a man sitting half-reclining. He puts one hand behind the throne and puts the other hand against his forehead.
Yeats tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the man's face clearly, but found that everything was in vain.
Looking around, I was standing on the burning earth in the dusk.
A huge crack opened in the earth.
In the deepest part of the abyss, Yeats gazed into a huge yellow eye with inverted black pupils, and the sides of the eye were covered with dragon-like scales.
“What are you waiting for?”
A cold voice sounded in Yeats' ears.
"Time is about to pass. If you let Lemuel leave here, no one can save you."
"Who are you..." Yeats asked in a low voice.
The voice was silent for a long time and sighed as if giving up.
“I’m your adoptive father, that’s enough.”
"Yeats——"
"Yeats!"
Yeats suddenly woke up, all his hallucinations dissipated, and Gray and Herod stood in front of him.
The dragonborn girl's single ponytail swayed in the strong wind, her eyes were as bright as gems, and she said extremely seriously:
"I don't know why you are wearing Wild Hunt clothes. In short, you seem to be Awesome! Damn it!”
Hilud held her other injured arm with one hand, covered in blood and with scars on the left side of her face. She glanced at the Wild Hunt army behind Yeats, and then said coldly:
"Are you going to let him go?" "
Yeats looked up, his eyes reflecting Lemuel's lack of fighting spirit, and sneered:
"Humph, want to escape?"
In the thick of the snowstorm. , the sky seemed to be torn apart by invisible force, dark clouds surged, lightning and thunder thundered.
The "King of the Wild Hunt" stood tall and tall, his gaze piercing the clouds, locking Lemuel firmly, and he immediately raised the Spear of Destiny in his hand.
Behind Yeats, another illusion appeared vaguely. The figure of the King of the Wild Hunt lifted the Spear of Destiny in conjunction with him, and a deep voice echoed.
“How to control your destiny, Yeats...you can only hold your destiny in your hands...”
“How about making it into a dish?”
“… …It’s not impossible.”
The tip of the Spear of Destiny is surrounded by runes. Each rune contains majestic mana and shines with the brilliance of thunder and lightning.
Suddenly, Yeats let out a roar, threw the Spear of Destiny in his hand, opened a meteor-like trajectory, split the clouds in two, and rushed towards the divine beast Lemuel!
Gray looked up at the sky and opened her mouth in shock:
"Wow...it's a shooting star!"
Hilud's pupils shrank, her eyes were incredible, as if she wanted to see through His secret, fixed gaze on Yeats.
same moment.
The top of another snow mountain.
The white-robed archmage has a stern face and floats with flying skills. His robes have many cracks. On the other hand, the white dragon Isidora's body made of bones is full of charred black and slash marks.
At this time.
The meteor streaked across the sky, causing Candela and the white dragon Isidora to raise their heads.
Feeling the majestic aura contained in the offensive, Candela's expression was startled, and then strong fear emerged.
‘King of the Wild Hunt? How could He be there? This offensive even has the power of a holy realm! '
'No, Yeats is afraid that he is in danger! '
The white-robed Archmage's eyes flashed, and his sword skills at Isidora became even more swift and fierce!
The spear of destiny cuts through the sky.
Lemuel looked back with fear in his eyes.
He tried every possible means to escape from the tip of the spear, but the thread of fate had already been pierced by the tip of the spear!
The aura of death enveloped Lemuel, his eyes burned, he turned back angrily, and roared towards the Spear of Destiny!
Boom!
The tip of the spear penetrated Lemuel's body and continued to shoot into the dark clouds, and the astonishing storm tore the clouds apart.
But Lemuel's soul supported his body and rushed towards Yeats! At this time, the spear of destiny was like a winding lightning, whirling and flying back to Yeats's hand, piercing Lemuel once again!
Lemiel was severely injured for the second time, fell weakly from the air, and fell to the ground.
His blood-red pupils were burning with deep flames. He stared at Yeats coldly and uttered low curses.
"Those who resist fate, and the sinners related to you, will all be judged by fate..."
Yeats was awe-inspiring:
"If anyone in the world is guilty, it will all be borne by the king!"
Lemuel seemed a little speechless and said his last words.
"Plagiarizing His words so quickly, you are as shameless as Him..."
Boom!
Lemuel fell to the ground, lifeless, and his body gradually turned into light fragments and disappeared.
Yeats looked a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The calm tone of the King of the Wild Hunt came to his ears.
"Leave it to me to deal with it... Fortunately, this time it's an apostle who is good at thunder and illusion... You saved a life."
"You killed all the other apostles. Can't we get rid of it?" Yeats said.
After this battle, there is no doubt that a huge gap has been formed with the Holy Light forces.
Although they are the natural allies of the King of Wild Hunt, the other apostles are still a huge trouble.
Yeats thought that since my fellow countryman was so awesome, it would be better to join hands with him and let us defeat the apostle together!
You are responsible for the output, and I am responsible for deducting six from the side!
“Are you so confident in me?” the King of Wild Hunt said coldly.
“What if?”
"In this way, you go down to the Seventh Level of Hell and find a guy named Lucifer in the Temple of All Demons. You ask him to get up, and you will be the king of hell." The King of the Wild Hunt complained.
Yeats cursed in his heart.
What if one day I really become the one?
At this time, a tide of exhaustion came over, the eternal spear in Yeats's hand gradually dissipated, and the magic wolf-like armor also turned into dust and disappeared.
The wild hunting army behind him seemed to have found a new target and moved away in another direction.
Yeats staggered and fell backward.
Seeing this, Gray and Sirud were shocked. They moved forward at the same time, looked at each other, and hesitated for a moment.
Boom!
Yeats fell unconscious and fell in the snow.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
Gray suggested in a low voice: "1. Let's help him together..."
Hilud nodded silently, and Gray and she supported Yeats from left to right and placed him on the sleigh chair.
The three sled dogs squatted obediently in front of Yeats, licking their tongues, with little stars of admiration in their eyes.
Gray said hesitantly: "Why...Yeats suddenly became so powerful, Herod, do you know the reason?"
"Yeats seems to be the same as King of the Wild Hunt. There is some connection between them," Hilud said in a low voice, "As for why the power of the Holy Realm can be unleashed... To be honest, I am also confused."
"Oh, I know!" Gray said with an expression of sudden realization.
“What?”
“Yeats is the reincarnation of the God of Food!” Gray said with conviction, “Didn’t the Black Knight, the God of Strategy, remind us that day? She said there are many similarities between Yeats and the God of Food!”
Hilud fell into deep thought.
It is for this reason that Yeats can burst out the power of the sanctuary.
It's better to guess that he made a deal with the King of the Wild Hunt so he could use that spear...
At the same moment.
Candela panted and landed on a snowy slope.
The Frost Bone Dragon is also on the verge of reaching its limit.
The two are waiting for the final confrontation.
At this time, Candela's pupils shrank and he looked up at the approaching army of Wild Hunt.
It was like a strong wind passing by, passing over the body of the Frost Bone Dragon, and abducting this bone dragon that had little power to resist!
Kandra was so angry that he boasted and glared: "That's mine! You bandits and robbers!"
A bone dragon's entire body can be used as expensive spell-casting materials. Isido was about to defeat him. Ra was kidnapped by the Wild Hunt, and Kendra was so angry that he showed no signs of being a master!
At this time.
Candela saw a somewhat familiar figure among the Wild Hunt army.
That was a snow leopard, falling at the back of the wild hunting army, looking back at Candela.
"Protect that child."
Kandra heard the snow leopard's telepathy.
Soon, the snow leopard kept up with the pace of wild hunting and disappeared into the golden sky.
It's dawn.
The wind and snow stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds and shined on the silvery snow-capped mountains.
Kandra murmured in confusion: "Isn't that figure the guardian beast of the Winter Goddess? How could it appear in the wild hunting army?"
He was puzzled and shook his head. Shaking his head, his eyes fell on a section of the dragon's claw on the snowy slope - the part he had chopped off with his sword before.
“This dragon bone is a good magic material, just leave it to Yeats.”
Candela smiled as she thought of the student's temper.
"He is not thinking about making the dragon bones into dishes, is he?"
(End of this chapter)