Blood of Mercury

After Anvilia reappeared in the first tower, her beautiful brows frowned.

Her amber-like eyes suddenly glowed with a golden halo, and a transparent picture appeared in her and Scott's pupils.

After about three or four seconds, Anvilia whispered in her signature crisp and gentle voice: "Scott, something happened to the third tower."

"Don't worry about it, miss. Be careful of the ambush."

Scott shook his head, and reached out to stop her: "It's just a saint without the origin of awakening. If they can't even deal with such a mere scum who plays with illusions, then what's the use of them. If the future plan If there is still a certain person to be used, Miss, just use the Dream of the Sleepless to revive him."

"Too."

Anvilia nodded, agreeing with Scott's idea.

An Ruosi tilted her head suspiciously and asked, "Ms. Anvilia, what happened?"

"It's nothing important."

Anvilia shook her head and gave An Ruosi a gentle smile: "It's just that a believer of a false **** rushed to the third tower."

"But it's a good word to use—"

Before An Ruosi could answer, a huge hoarse voice with triple echoes suddenly sounded in the air: "Because it can fully reflect your ignorance."

"Huh...Sail? Long time no see."

Scott sneered and took a step forward to block Anvilia.

A turbid light suddenly shone from his icy blue one eye, and a dark green flame gradually ignited from his one eye. And his eye patch covered with white runes seemed to be blocking something, and the flow speed suddenly accelerated.

"It's down."

The hoarse voice with triple echoes responded.

At this time, An Ruosi finally heard where the voice came from - it came from outside the tower.

Outside this gateless tower, outside the top floor of the first tower, which is a full 180 meters above the ground, someone is praying softly against the tower wall: "The ungodly will suffer.

boom--

Following the prayer of the man outside, the barrier surrounding the first tower shook violently, and even An Ruosi who was inside the tower could feel the ground shaking violently.

If he was outside, he would have been more impressed by this attack.

A golden beam of light with a diameter of 100 meters fell from the sky. Covers the entire first tower. A transparent enchantment like a hexagonal pyramid rose up against the outer layer of the first tower, flashing at a very high frequency under the wash of golden flares roaring like a waterfall, but it was never damaged.

The reason why An Ruosi could feel the entire first tower tremble was because the fiery light stream deflected by the barrier hit the ground. Burn the ground until soft.

The lava-like dark red ground surged, emitting a terrifying heat. The surrounding houses burned without any sign, and the first tower was suddenly plunged into a sea of ​​fire.

Immediately afterwards, the prayer with three echoes continued to pass through the barrier and entered the ears of the three of An Ruosi: "That is unreasonable. It must be condemned."

"Those who mourn those who should not be pitied, and those who give alms that should not be given, will let them fall among the people, and they will be condemned—"

Following Purcell's prayer, the beam of light expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the color became more dazzling, illuminating the entire sky.

That beam of light is close to a kilometer in diameter. Not to mention the terrifying heat wave that wrapped around the beam of light and twisted the air. The scorched hot wind whistled, igniting everything around it and burning violently. Even wizards near the third tower could feel the scorching heat in the air tightening their skin.

But they couldn't care less about it at this time. They just stared blankly at the first tower that was covered by a beam of light not far away, and the color of fear gradually appeared from the bottom of their eyes. Fully immerse both eyes.

Their cheek muscles trembled, their mouths gradually opened, their breathing stopped briefly, their pupils dilated with fear—

The Great Barrier above the first tower was directly shattered by the flow of light, like glass penetrated by bullets, and radial cracks appeared on the great Barrier above. Pieces of large enchantments with colorful runes were shot down by the flow of light, flipped in the air, and fell to the ground and shattered into large pieces of slag.

Just as the wizards watched, the defensive barrier of the first tower, which was overwhelmed by the endless stream of light, finally reached its limit.

First, clusters of crystal thorns were blown up, and then the crystal thorns became more prominent. Finally, the defensive barrier of the entire first tower shattered.

Losing the protective barrier, the first tower evaporated violently under the scouring of the light stream, and became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some wizards had tears in their eyes, while others were sobbing. Some wizards had already lost all their strength and fell to their knees on the ground, roaring silently.

The oldest building in the White Tower, the obelisk in the hearts of wizards, has finally collapsed.

With this as a prelude, the crimson beam of light, hurricane and thunder detonated at the same time near the sixth ring. A thick hemispherical barrier slowly rose from the position of the fourth ring.

In the hall of the first tower, An Ruosi felt the shaking more and more intense. An increasing unease rose in my heart.

"What's going on?"

Anvilia was silent. He suddenly stretched out his hand, held it empty in the air, and pulled out a long-handled scepter with bright silver light.

The head of the scepter is a half-meter-long crystal cross. The clear crystal flashes with a faint white light, and the liquid silver is twisted and refracted like a snake on the inner wall of the crystal, forming a line of praise within the crystal itself. Prayer for long sleep.

"People come from dust, and return to dust," Anvilia raised the scepter above his head and prayed softly, "Everything will return at last—"

Immediately, the Dream of the Sleepless shone with a silvery-white warm light. And Anveria's right hand holding the scepter began to be covered with a silver-white shell. Start at the fingertips and gradually spread to the wrist at a slow but visible rate.

Even Anvilia has to pay a price for forcibly using the holy artifact.

If more than half of it is spread by the silver shell, these traces will not disappear even if you stop using the Dream of the Sleepless.

At this moment, Anvilia hesitated for a moment, and then sang the second half of the prayer that Roland had sung in front of her: "...don't overstep, don't think, don't covet. ."

The next moment, the flickering silver light of the Sleepless Dream suddenly shattered, turning into silver-white particles floating around in the air.

The three-meter-long golden hair behind Anvilia untied itself, fluttered in the air, and was dyed by silver-white particles, turning it into pure silver-white.

The mercury-like color floated in Anvilia's eyes, but was quickly pressed back by the amber luster.

A completely different feeling from the previous use of this artifact appeared in Anvilia's heart.

Inexplicably, she learned that if she gave back the artifact to Longmian Teacher now, she could directly become her Pope.

However, Anvilia was only tempted for a moment, and denied this idea of ​​her own.

As she reversed the ritual, the endless magic power in her body was drawn away by the scepter at an extremely fast speed and passed on to the long-sleeping mentor.

At the same time, the sea of ​​​​flowers at the foot of Anvilia quickly spread under the blessing of the long-sleeping mentor——

Under the desperate gazes of the wizards in the inner ring~www.NovelMTL.com~ the first tower was finally completely melted and dissolved into the air.

However, at the next moment, a large sea of ​​flowers burst out from the void, spreading rapidly in the air with a posture that was completely unafraid of the blazing flow of light, building on each other, forming a giant garden in the air.

Even the scorching stream of light dissipated immediately after entering the sky above the garden, falling into an eternal silence.

So, Searle realized that he was doing useless work, and stopped the magic.

As the beam of light went out, a black-robed man with huge wings of tentacles was suddenly exposed to the air.

The next moment, as if a crack appeared in time, a slanted and vague trace extended from the castle in the air to the back of the man in black.

Dozens of sword lights flashed at the same time—with the momentum that seemed to cut the space open, the overlapping sword lights simultaneously penetrated the figure of the man in black! (To be continued.)