At the moment when the roar sounded, the black haired wizard instinctively raised his head... Although it was not the first time, when he saw the monster again, he was as stunned as the people around him.
The huge, unspeakable shadow like a tower, more than 30 meters high; The trunk, face, head, lower body and tusks... Are all corpses that have turned into pus, blood and bones.
Every step, it seems that you can hear the sound of broken bones and flowing plasma!
"Poof --!"
Countless burst sounds sounded, and the "sarcoma" exploded on the fat body spewed out gray blue pus, followed by a huge tentacle.
Stretch out in all directions!
They seem to have life, meandering and crawling, constantly rolling up the Centaur soldiers who are still tearing their hearts and lungs and screaming on the ground, the dead bones and fallen wounded soldiers everywhere.
Those coalition soldiers who were still in the same place seemed as if they were stunned. No matter how luthan and the surrounding paoze shouted, they did not move. Then they were swallowed by the lower body of the monster, the flowing "Blood River", and they woke up after being involved in it.
But it''s too late, too late.
There are countless screams, cries for help, wails and panic... All kinds of voices rise one after another in a flustered battlefield!
The black haired wizard with numb scalp stared at the scene.
Blood sacrifice, blood ceremony... Can provide a body for the coming evil gods that do not belong to the world. Before the evil gods come, they are just a body.
But now, relying on his huge empty force, chakar forcibly occupied the body and became the leading core, which is equivalent to stuffing a "brain" into the "big meat bag".
Even a "consciousness" with only the desire to kill and revenge makes this monster powerful at more than one level!
I''m afraid it''s too late to withdraw.
The battle of silver helmet mountain has added a lot of burden to the black haired wizard''s body. If you use the nine awn star Holy Grail again... There won''t be a second female martial god to save herself this time.
But I can only try... Otherwise more than 50000 people can''t leave here alive, and all my efforts will become useless!
Biting his teeth, the black haired wizard clenched the handle of the "dawn" sword with his right hand.
But just then, an unexpected man suddenly pressed his shoulder.
"Master asamai?!"
"Duke Loren Turin, you can''t rush up alone!" the sudden Harlem van achamay looked at him dutifully and shouted angrily: "it''s not a mutant monster, but a conscious evil spirit body. It will never choose any means to kill you, and it''s just killing for nothing!"
"Remember, you are the Duke of Byrne, the hope of the wizard tower in the future... Your life is more important than all of us!"
Loren was shocked violently and was just about to refute when he was held down by master asamai, who was as strong as a giant monster.
"Count braha is on the task of withdrawing troops. You don''t have to worry; as for the body of this evil god..."
"Please give it to ayin Rand and me, and we will give you a chance; then you and Lord Lucian will kill it!" master ashamei said with determination and bright eyes: "if you are willing to trust us and your friends."
The little wizard next to him was stunned at first. He didn''t seem to think that master Halin van achamay would mention himself; But then he turned to the black haired wizard and nodded hard.
"Leave it to us, Loren!"
On the battlefield in the distance, the evil god''s body... Or chakar was roaring excitedly, and the huge body kept hearing the sound of plasma flowing and separation of bone and flesh.
Its waving tentacles are raging madly, ravaging the coalition soldiers; Even if Lucian and several earls of Byrne screamed desperately, they could only step back and reduce casualties as much as possible.
After a few seconds of silence, Loren slowly raised his eyes:
"Well, I trust you."
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Until Loren went away, master Harlem van achamay nodded slightly and turned to look at ayin beside him: "now, Lord Rand, you have to hear every word I say next..."
"Master asamai..."
Unexpectedly, the little wizard looked at him with a complicated expression and gently interrupted him: "the reason why you left me here should not only help Loren, right?"
"Huh?"
"I don''t know what you want to do, but no matter what you think, I don''t think I can help you." Ayn, who was about to stop talking, decided to say it better:
"It may be too much to say, but in fact I am not familiar with you; even if I am an alchemist, as far as I know, my mentor, the freswalker master School of Dalton kand, is very different from your school."
Halin van ashmai was stunned.
"It''s really... I didn''t expect it." ashamei coughed twice and smiled helplessly. Ashamei shook his head: "freswalker... Why is that old thing so lucky? I can''t help being jealous of him!"
The little wizard scratched his head and smiled. He was shy and embarrassed.
"You guessed right, Lord Ayn Rand... The purpose of my leaving you is not just to help Duke Loren." the smile disappeared, and ashmai''s expression became serious again:
"I left you to teach you a special ''knowledge''... Special power!"
Alas, at this time?
Some stunned Ayn looked at master asamai''s suddenly solemn expression.
"Tell me, Ayn Rand; what are the prerequisites for becoming the leader of the school and the elder of the wizard tower in the nine pointed star wizard tower?"
"Er... It should be original research, pioneering discovery and mastering the top knowledge of two or three academic departments." the little wizard subconsciously replied: "in addition, it should be recognized by at least half of the elders."
Why do you ask this? Does this have anything to do with helping Loren?
Harlem van looked at the anxious and confused expression and nodded slightly.
"You''re only half right."
"Half?"
"That''s right." Halin van achmai said in a deep voice, "for the elder, the nine pointed star wizard tower has an ''unwritten'', let alone a premise."
"... valve." he said word by word, very slowly:
"Only wizards who master it and open at least one ''valve'' can be recognized by the wizard Tower!"
The shocked and confused little wizard listened attentively.
"Any wizard who opens the ''valve'' will raise his understanding and application of emptiness to a new level; its form varies from person to person, but there are some common points." ashamed''s expression became extremely profound:
"Break your own shackles and let you surpass yourself and ordinary - it can even be said that only by mastering the ''valve'', can you become a real wizard!"
The little wizard was surprised, but his confusion remained: "real, real wizard?"
"If so, why did mentor Dalton and Loren... I never mentioned this?!"
Ashamei was stunned at first, and then chuckled.
"That may be because... They want to protect you."
"Protect me?" Ayn was more confused.
"Yes, because this power is also a double-edged sword that can never be pulled out for wizards."
With a sigh, asamai turned his head and looked at chakar, who was still raging in the distance:
"With it, you will completely sublimate from the mortal body and become a completely different existence with unimaginable power;
The cost of using it... Will be too heavy for you to bear! "
Ayn''s eyes widened.
The roar of the beast became clearer and clearer, and the huge figure of chakar in the distance was closer and closer to them.
"And today..."
"I, Harlem van asamai, as the leader of this school..."
The old man turned and held the wand like a short hammer in both hands, with a low and long tone:
"Officially teach you this power... So answer me a question, ain Rand."
"Are you willing to be the successor of the ashmai school?"
"I..."
The little wizard stared at those eyes, those shining, firm and determined eyes.
She spoke instinctively.
"I will!"
The old man didn''t look back, but the corners of his mouth couldn''t help raising a little:
"Good, then you must see clearly."
"This is the only time I can show you!"
The voice was about to fall, and the momentum of Harlem van ashmai suddenly changed!
Strong and powerful arms clenched the wand, only to hear the sound of "Dang!", the original short handle hammer like wand body was suddenly pulled a little longer.
"Dong --!"
Ashamei, holding the wand in both hands, forced down and fixed the wand deeply in the soil under his feet.
"Here we go..."
Master asamai, with his head bowed, seemed to resonate from the depths of his chest.
The next moment, in the small wizard''s wide eyes, the void reaction on master asamai began to soar rapidly; The body, which was originally incomparably tall, lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Instead, there are gray blue runes that spread all over the body from the cheeks and palms; The robe became incomparably loose and floated in the flying wind.
"Loren... Turin -!!!"
In the roar, chakar''s huge figure has completely crushed the Allied defense front; On the incessant screams and chaotic battlefield, hundreds of tentacles full of sharp claws spread in the direction of the coalition forces.
blot out the sky and cover up the earth!
The huge shadow covered the sun. The stunned little wizard looked up, and a tentacle was waving down from their heads.
"The core of alchemy is the process of death, resurrection and perfection." slowly getting up, the thin master asamai said faintly: "sublimate and transform a material to a higher level."
"This is our unique strength."
"The power of alchemists."
Tentacles fall from the sky and fall rapidly.
"Bang --!!"
At the moment when he was about to touch, asamai slowly raised his wand; The falling tentacle seemed to touch some kind of barrier, and suddenly shook and stopped on their heads.
No, that''s not stopping
The blue eyes stared to the maximum. In her unbelievable eyes, her tentacles twitched violently as if they had been ignited, and the touched position instantly turned into fly ash embers.
What''s going on?
Master Halin van ashmai... What did he just do?!
The severed tentacle was like a frightened beast and quickly dodged back.
Looking up, ashamei picked up his eyebrows, which became unusually relaxed because he suddenly lost weight.
"If you want to run, don''t you think it''s a little late?"
As soon as the voice fell, he raised his withered left hand, which was already covered with runes.
Clench into a fist.
"Poof poof poof!"
The tentacles of the fast "escape" trembled violently, the body like a poisonous snake burst one by one, and the gray blue pus ejected from the crack scattered like rain.
Chakar seemed to notice this "small" anomaly and approached in the direction of asamai and the little wizard.
The earth shook, and the roaring chakar waved countless tentacles, like the lower body of the blood River corpse pile, pushing the huge body forward.
Like the sound of the echo of the abyss, another huge tentacle waved down.
The nervous little wizard was startled and subconsciously raised his arms and head to avoid.
"As I said, it''s late."
Lightly shook his head, and asamai raised his wand over his head.
"Bang --!!"
This time it was no longer a part, but the whole tentacle exploded directly from the inside, countless pieces of meat fell from the sky, and the gushing pus dyed the corpses on the battlefield gray blue.
Even the body of the evil god''s body and the part connecting the tentacles also exploded a huge cavity, which broke together with the surrounding tentacles; The huge figure shook.
"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"
The heavy pain made chakar scream, and his struggling body shook constantly; Countless tiny tentacles grew again on the blown wound, like a group of snakes spewing out of the cave.
However, these newly grown tentacles have begun to decay, decay and shrink rapidly before they have "grown and formed"; At the same time, almost every position of chakar''s huge body grew new tentacles in an "explosive" way.
One after another, they replicate the "cycle" of growth, decay, atrophy and decay, and then grow new tentacles on their bodies to repeat this cycle.
"Death, resurrection, remodeling... For the body of an evil god who has already died and continues to ''deceive'' the material world by relying on the power of emptiness, the power of ''resurrection'' is no different from penetrating intestinal poison."
Slowly opened his mouth, and there was no fluctuation in the voice of Harlem van achamay. Gu Jing did not wave:
"Only by relying on the power of emptiness can we live in the world, chakar;
Your act of ''cheating'' the world
There will be a price --! "