Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End - Chapter 317

In the sky, the dusk-colored haze stream rolled and converged as if sensing the master's will, and the heavy curse power fluctuations converged into countless tornadoes, which turned into turbid spears with the actions of the black-haired boy.

It is an invincible blade that can erode and shatter any obstruction. It is a wind of destruction that is almost impossible to defend. When the prestige falls, the nearby space seems to be solidified, and countless wind blades are screaming toward you in response. Priest whizzed away.

Facing this difficult attack from the [Six Plagues], Priest’s thin body seemed to have returned to his prime of life under the curse power. He raised his long staff and countless elves flashed around him. , Xinghe seemed to turn around at this moment, and the white light that swallowed everything reappeared in the world.

The fierce duel was staged in St. Freya Academy. The curse powers that swallowed each other collided with each other. Roja, who was assisted by Witch’s Blood and Liliane, could feel the powerful and abundant curse he had never had before. Support him, even far better than when he received Petra's blessing.

The golden pupils of the young man floating in the sky lit up like a candle in the vibration of the source substance. He stretched his palm upwards, and the [Crown Stone] output with all his strength seemed to really release ancient monsters out of the world, in the misty sky. A faint figure appeared in the scene. It was a giant who couldn't see his face one after another. It was also the person who called for death in ancient civilization records.

At the moment when he saw the dim figure in the sky, Priest's eyes brightened sharply, and he finally understood Roja's support.

"Is this the basis for your cynicism? The legend has destroyed many ancient civilization monsters. One of the envoys of the Mother God-Wind Caller, is indeed synonymous with terror."

Priest looked up at the huge monster made up of endless wind and said so, then looked down at the boy ahead.

"The power of [Crown Stone], as well as your method of superimposing the power of the same bloodline over Source Level 3 through a wonderful spell, is indeed beyond my expectations, but... who gave you Will reaching source level 3 threaten my illusion?"

"Source level 3, but it is qualified to stand in front of me."

The thunderous old man said so and raised his long staff, the white light soared, the countless wind blades were washed away before reaching his side, and the wind spear formed by tornadoes in the sky was also broken. In the sand, Priest's bright eyes, showing complete destructive power, looked directly at the fuzzy figure in the sky, like a king without fear at all.

Yes, even if it has fallen, even if it is no longer glorious, Priest, standing at Source Level 1, still has no change in the power of the king of the human race. They are the wealth accumulated by the old man in countless years, countless times. The experience accumulated in the life-and-death fight is something that others can't take away by any means.

"Anyway, this is not the monster's body after all. Although I don't know how you used this muddy wind to block my attack, it doesn't make sense to not be able to hurt me."

The old man in the black robe looked at Luo Ya and shook his head. He seemed to have seen the ending of the war of attrition, but the young man with long black hair waving in the wind didn't take it seriously.

Can't cause harm, is that true?

"Priest, haven't you found out yet?"

"what?"

"My wind didn't stop your attack. They disappear, just because they should disappear."

The black-haired boy calmly told the truth, while the king of spells frowned visible to the naked eye, vaguely feeling that he had captured some important information.

Luo Ya didn't care about the old man's performance. He stretched out his hand, the swirling airflow condensed in his palm, watching the wind-sounding air mass, the black-haired boy said lightly:

"Priest, you said I'm arrogant, but why not yourself?"

"Over the ages, how many civilizations have collapsed in front of Windcallers, and countless mythological creatures with extraordinary powers far better than humans cannot escape bad luck. You are indeed powerful, but why do you think you can be an exception?"

Continuous questioning echoed in the old man's ears, but before Priest could speak, a burst of unprecedented weakness suddenly appeared from his body.

"Dang!"

In the sound of the lantern falling to the ground, the king of spells, whose eyes widened because of blurred vision, looked at his arm in disbelief, and found that his well-maintained hands were wrinkled and dry like bark.

"this is!"

"...In front of Wind Caller, everything is equal, because it blows away time."

The black-haired boy faintly revealed the answer, and opposite him, the old man who looked like a **** had changed in amazement, and finally understood the reason why the spell attack could not reach Roja's side.

With the passing of time, even a powerful attack that can destroy [Ten Cities] will disappear due to the overflow of magic elements. This is an unchangeable law.

"Priest, you have already lost, lost to our clan."

Looking down at the rapidly weakening old man on the ground, Roja said these words calmly and without any doubt. However, the words of declaring victory made the body of the king of spells freeze and aroused his endless anger.

"I lost? Oh, oh, you're still the first person to dare to say this in front of me."

"So, is this [Six Plagues]? It is indeed a force that is almost irresistible, but as I said, any tricks released by Source Level 3 are not unbreakable in front of me!"

"You are not a real wind caller, this dusk-colored space has limits after all, is it within this dream enchantment? So as long as this enchantment is completely destroyed!"

The swiftly aging king of spells roared. At this critical moment, the experience of surviving countless times allowed him to quickly make judgments. The incredibly huge power of the spell erupted from his body without reservation. What came out was a violent vibration.

It was a nightmare like a volcanic eruption. At this moment, Priest exerted the explosive power of traditional conjurers to the limit, completely transformed into a human-type natural disaster, covered by white light, countless buildings turned into rubble. Going up to the sky, the rapidly expanding magic element topped the chaotic wind mass, and rushed to the invisible barrier in the sky with everything nearby.

Astrid’s dream enchantment, this is a space independent of the world, it is the guarantee that Roja will maximize the ability of [Eclipse Breath], and it is also the reason why Priest can age so quickly. It is covered by The reality of dreams turned into, almost impossible to destroy and shake, but these were forcibly cracked under the impact of the unmatched spell power of the king of spells.

"Crack!"

Like the sound of glass shattering, the dream enchantment is cracking in a wide range in the magic power that soars up like a volcanic eruption. The air current generated by the [Breath of Eclipse] continues to leak out, and the sky calls the windman's hazy phantom. Begin to shake steadily, and the aging speed of the black robe old man also quickly slowed down.

Succeeded!

After experiencing the fear of aging and the outbreak of all-out efforts, Priest was already sweating, but the old man in the black robe still raised his mouth.

On the edge of life and death, he still relied on genius intuition and powerful strength to grasp the chance of victory. Even the Awakeners of the Akat family could not stop him with the [Crown Stone].

Amidst the white light and the ruins, the King of Spells, who finally dispelled the wind of twilight, looked up at the figure ahead, but what surprised him was that under the broken sky, the face of the black-haired boy was not panicked, but With a successful smile, he stretched out his hand and showed the black ring on his finger, which also moved the balance of victory.

"Priest, breaking the dream barrier is indeed correct, but whose dream do you think this is?"

"Whose, dream?"

The muttering old man was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the rose-shaped black ring, and the next moment he suddenly changed color.

"Wait! That is!"

"Yes, this is just to go in and out to maintain [Chaos Dream], abandon my dream and seal it in the ring, and protect the world and this college for hundreds of years, my ancestor, the dream of Astrid!"

"You broke her dream and opened the door for her."

Under the shattered sky, Jin Tong, a black-haired boy with a ring in his hand, who reported the name of his ancestor, suddenly lit up. The next moment a colorful rainbow crossed the dreamland from the crack, and fell straight towards the old man in the black robe~www.mtlnovel. com~novel) update the fastest, remember to collect it!