Warhammer Wizard

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The five fireballs flew into the control room at different speeds and different directions, and finally arrived at the same position and exploded together.

The red flame swept the entire control room, but did not reach the Eola core in the middle.

Except for the Eola core, the ground, walls, and dome were all filled with flames. The hot temperature was extremely restrained. It did not burn the rune circle, but did not leave dead corners, leaving Korstide nowhere to hide and was immediately burned. Out of the figure.

It hovered in the air, and a necromantic shield made up of countless twisted faces blocked the flames.

A magnificent magic robe can't cover its skinny body, with dry hands like chicken feet holding the staff, and there is no trace of flesh on the pale face, only wrinkled human skin is left, revealing two black nostrils. The eye sockets were sunken, and there were two faint blue undead fires burning inside.

Even so, it can be seen that Korstede is in extreme shock.

It seemed that it couldn't believe the four natural disaster giants it had created, and they were all wiped out in one encounter.

So that he was forced to show up and didn't respond in time.

Seeing that it looked like a human and a ghost, it was even more ugly than it was a few years ago.

He turned around and ordered: "You keep the exit."

Then a person walked into the control room.

"Teacher..." Korsted said, his voice was dry and sharp, as unpleasant as scraping glass with a razor blade, and there was no panic in his tone. This "teacher" was even more indifferent, but the most indifferent mockery.

Standing on the ground, Anse Verdaus looked up and turned back: "Since the day you betrayed Wezeland, you have ceased to be my student. Between the student and the slave, you chose to be a slave."

"Hehehe..."

Kerstad shrieked and retorted: "If you can promote me to the holy soul and have an immortal lifespan, then I am willing to be your slave."

"I don't need a slave."

Anse Verdas’ expression remained unchanged, “Do you think that I mean you have taken refuge in the Lord of Death? This is only a secondary issue. I regret that a student who has followed me for hundreds of years has become an extraordinary force. It’s so sad that my slave didn’t know it. It took me so long to teach."

"you!"

The flames in Kirstende’s eyes throbbed quickly, and it had only been a few years since it had just been transformed into a lich, it still retained a few emotions, and was immediately stimulated.

It exclaimed angrily: "Anse Verdous, do you think I would like this?"

"If I don’t take refuge in my master, I will age and die in at most 40 years. I have worked hard for more than 600 years to be promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard. Worthy of an old death ending?"

"You keep teaching me to pursue the truth and go further on the road of magic."

"But I can't live, how should I pursue the truth?"

"How to continue my magical path?"

"Teacher, tell me!" Korsted accuses loudly, because he is too emotional as if he is in madness, his skinny body trembles, full of endless anger and helplessness, and roars: "You tell me what to do? "

Anse Waldos was silent.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he replied: "I have given you a lot of help and passed on all my knowledge to you."

"not enough!"

Kerstad retorted fiercely with a look of resentment: "This is far from enough, at least not as good as your help to Rennes Augustus!"

Anse Verdaus raised his eyelid, "Ryan can have today's achievements is his own efforts, it has little to do with me."

Kerstad sneered, obviously not convinced.

Ansivdaus did not explain much, and said in a deep voice: "After all, you are lacking in talent and lack of luck. Failure to be promoted to the Holy Soul is your established destiny. This is similar to me, Wezeland and anyone Nothing, you shouldn't go down this evil road."

"Repent!"

"I will make your death easier."

Anse Vodaus issued an ultimatum, and the fire elements all over his body gathered, and the Sacred Rod of Akath lit up a fiery flame.

"Hahahaha..." Kolstad laughed wildly, pointed at Anse Verdaus without any fear, and said proudly: "Do you think you can kill me? As long as I don't die, you will never want Iao." The control of the core of Pull, the floating city will always belong to me!"

boom!

Anse Waldos halted his staff to the ground, and countless flames burst out, spreading like lightning to the entire control room, forming a flame field that enveloped him and Kolstad.

A vacancy left in the flame field will not affect Eola's core.

At the same time, five fireballs flew out and split into twenty-five instantly, rapidly expanding to the size of a basket, and suddenly disappearing from the field.

In the next instant, fireballs appeared around Kolstad, causing a chain explosion.

The booming explosion shook the control room.

Kolstad opened up a layer of gray and white force field to protect himself. This is the Nether Realm, which can be isolated from the main material realm, placed in an independent space, avoiding all damage.

The Netherworld was destroyed by a fireball in an instant.

But before the collapse, Kolstad had expected this result and transmitted it to the other side of the control room in advance, using the core of Iola as a barrier, and his magic robe inspired the nine-ring ice-bound magic ball. Throwing it directly at the feet and exploding, the extremely low temperature frost covered half of the control room and extinguished the flames.

Suddenly, the control room became a world where ice and fire collide.

However, it only lasted less than a second.

The flame field only stagnated for a while before it regained the upper hand, the frost melted, and the ice-bound area quickly retreated.

A series of nine-ring fireballs flashed and generally followed.

Corsted did not rush, raised his bone-like hand and flicked his fingers, and a group of dark green rotten fleshy **** faced the fireball, bursting in the middle of the way, reducing the fireball’s power and exploding high temperature. The flame was resisted by a bone wall again, and ultimately failed to cause damage.

In the gap between resisting the fireball, Kolstead also threw multiple spells at Anse Waldos.

Wither Death!

Howl of the Banshee!

Extremely effective disability technique!

Curse of weakness!

Bone Spear Technique!

Bone cage!

Advanced dispel magic!

Death finger!

Most of these spells are eight-rings, a few are nine-rings, and all of them are instant, far beyond the normal spellcasting ability of Kolstad. The strength of the caster above level 30.

But if it chose to cast a spell, it couldn't send the undead army from the lower layer of the floating city continuously.

Controlling the outdoor wizard group and the four middle-level teams immediately reduced the pressure.

Frenzy spells flooded in.

Anse Verdaus responded with only one spell, and that was the fireball!

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

He stood still, a series of huge fireballs generated from the top of the staff, jetted out at high speed, like a fort with unlimited firepower.

Each fireball will split into five, flying along different trajectories, and finally the same destination by different routes, continuously tracking to the flashing Kolstad, and then exploding, making it exhausted to cope.

The explosion did not stop for half a second.

Even, sometimes there will be more than a dozen bursts in one second, superimposed into a big explosion.

Most of the spells released by Kerstad were vaporized by the high temperature as soon as they entered the flame field, and Anse Verdaus directly ignored them. The few nine-ring spells that could reach him were always blocked by a fireball in time, blowing them up.

Even the spell of Curse of Weakness, which has no flight track and directly falls on the target, can accurately detonate and destroy the effect of the spell.

There is nothing that a fireball cannot solve.

If one fireball is not enough, then two, three, four, five...

Anci Verdaus has been studying fireball all his life.

His understanding and use of this spell is superb. No one in the world understands fireball better than him, and even Master Ogulvi must be willing to bow down.

After the first wave of spell clashes, Korsted couldn't stand it.

Even with the support of Eola’s core, it was still chased by the fireball and fled in embarrassment. It did not dare to approach the control room on the side where Anse Vodas was located, and could only use Anse Vodas’ not wanting to destroy Eola’s core. One point, barely survived.

But it just lingered.

In no more than two minutes at most, Korsted will be killed by a fireball.

It could not see the slightest fear on its face. It tried to resist the explosion of the fireball with various spells, and screamed confidently: "My phylactery is in the hands of the master. Waiting for my resurrection, no matter where the floating city is, I Will grab it back!"

"Unless you destroy the floating city, but you definitely can't bear it."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Kolstad’s laughter echoed throughout the floating city, and suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something, and shouted in panic: "No! My phyla..."

The sudden change caused it to react slowly.

A string of fireballs took the opportunity to break through and explode continuously at the same point on the Necro shield. The flame power was concentrated in the same direction to achieve the maximum effect.

The undead shield was blown through in an instant.

Kerstad's body burned to ashes in the next instant, with no bones left.

However, Ansivdaus did not stop, a dozen fireballs turned their directions, and all shot towards another location in the control room.

Let's die!

It was just a magic double who was just killed.

As soon as Kirsten's figure emerged, he was hit by a string of fireballs on his face.

Chain accident surgery!

Anci Verdaus continued to cast spells and had already seen through everything.

Ten identical Korsteds appeared in the control room, each of which looked like a body, opened the Necro shield to resist the fireball, and threw various spells at Anse Verdus at the same time.

While controlling the fireball to destroy these mirror images, Anse Verdas successively released a dimensional anchor into an empty space, followed by a series of fireballs.

Kolstad, who was teleporting from another world, was immediately interrupted.

It flickered to avoid the fireball, shook in front of it, and found that it was like a snare, and it happened to be caught by a huge flame palm.

The giant palm was squeezed inward, and with a snap, the Necro shield was immediately squeezed.

The flames burned on Kolstad's body, his robes and magic items were instantly burned, and his skin was charred and cracked, causing it to scream. Black chains emerged from the void, entangled the nearly streaking Kolstad, blocking its connection with the space, and could no longer cast teleportation spells.

A spirit-binding spell fell, cutting off its soul from the outside world, and could no longer control the floating city through the core of Eola.

Immediately, Korsted could not move.

The battle in the control room finally stopped, and the flame field faded.

At this moment, Ren came in from the door of the control room. He was holding a warhammer in one hand and a fine gray-blue iron box in the other.

Kerstad saw this iron box, the undead fire in his eyes soared, and he was struggling frantically.

Until now, it is still unbelievable.

"This is impossible!"

"My phylactery is hidden in the demiplane, how did you find it?"

"No! Even if you find out, it's impossible to get in so soon. Tell me quickly, how did you get my phyla?"

Kerstad yelled in despair, his skull-like face completely distorted.

"teacher."

Rennes handed the phylactery to Anse Verdaus, and then looked at Kolstad, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but did not answer its question.

Anse Waldos looked at the phylactery in his hand, surprised.

He only now knew that Kolstead had hidden the phylactery in the demiplane. Even if he changed to himself, he couldn't break the entrance of the demiplane so quickly.

Moreover, Korsted must have prepared other arrangements in the demiplane.

It took less than three minutes from opening the control room to subduing Colstead, Renn actually got the phylactery.

This kind of means and efficiency, let alone Kolstad can't believe it, other people can't understand it.

Anse Waldos nodded and praised: "Good job!"

"It's just a matter of effort." Renn smiled indifferently.

Others thought he was humble, but in fact he was really just a simple effort, not to open the magic door by himself, but to let a mirror do it.

The magic door of the demiplane can identify the intruder. The moment it is opened with the key of the door, it triggers the "otherworld vortex", swallowing the mirror image and transmitting it to an unknown plane. The mirror image quickly disappears.

The importance of that half to Korstede is second only to Floating City. The area is not large, and the diameter is only about one kilometer. Korstede stored his most precious wealth in it, and arranged tightly. Protect the magic circle, block space transmission and invasion.

There is also an ancient frost dragon outside the rune formation.

It was transformed into a bone dragon, enslaved by Kolstad, and guarded the phylactery at all times.

Floating city, half plane, ancient dragon!

The phylactery has triple insurance, and Kolstead has achieved the ultimate, but it is useless in front of Rennes.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

When the army of Gotham City appeared inside the floating city, it was doomed to fail.

Ren didn't even enter the demiplane himself. Three mirror images went in, two turned on the anti-magic force field to entangle the frost dragon, and one directly teleported to the rune circle. To ten seconds.

"Korsted, you confess." Anse Verdaus said, holding the phylactery.

"teacher…"

Kolstad, who was controlled by the giant flame palm and the void chain, finally realized his situation, the flame in his eyes flickered a few times, and he trembled: "I dare not ask for forgiveness from the teacher. All this is my own. s Choice."

It raised its head to look at Anse Verdous, its voice raised a bit.

"Teacher, I really want to be promoted."

"I want to live so that I can continue to explore the truth of magic, always follow the teacher and listen to the teacher's teaching."

"From the beginning, I didn't want to be disadvantageous to Wezeland, but I couldn't help myself. The Death Lord controlled my will and body, and I couldn't defy his orders."

"I really didn't mean to hurt Wezeland..."

The holy soul lich cried out in tears, and a trace of pity flashed in Anse Vodaus' eyes, looking at the phylactery in his hand, with a complex expression.

The undead army that controlled the outdoor stopped offensive, the battle had stopped, and the Wizards of Wezeland heard Kolstead's words, and they were silent.

Renn watched coldly, without interjecting.

Of course, the teacher would not spare Korsted for a few words, otherwise he would not be able to convince the crowd, nor could he explain to the wizards and residents who died under the Scourge Legion.

However, people are not vegetation.

Kolstad has followed his teacher for hundreds of years. They are both teachers and students and they are in love with father and son. They have made a lot of credit for Wezeland. Now they are going to end Korstad's life personally. Even if the crime deserves it, no one can I don't think it's a taste.

Ren's Soul Eye has been observing Kolstad.

Although I can't see its elements clearly, I can sense its emotional changes. This confession is true and sincere, not a lie.

But the truth turned to the truth, Korstide's soul was shrouded in black.

This is hatred!

The undead creature's hatred towards living people, it confided in its heart only to cover up its intentions and delay time to crack the soul-binding technique, instead of really wanting to regret it.

Renn sneered inwardly and got ready.

Anse Waldos broke the silence and sighed: "Kolstead, on the day you betrayed Wezeland, you should have thought about where you will end today."

"Teacher!" Korsted looked terrified, "I don't want to die!"

"You must die."

Without any hesitation, Anse Verdaus flashed fire in his hand and began to destroy the phylactery. He said loudly: "This is the ending you deserve, and dying in my hands is the last kindness to you."

"Then die together!"

Kolstad’s expression became extremely hideous, as if he had lost all his sanity, and screamed frantically: "With so many people buried with me, I am worthy of death! Wezeland was destroyed by my hands and has been in the world since then. Delisting, hahahaha..."

The wizards' faces changed drastically.

Speaker Ronnie hurriedly yelled: "It's going to detonate Iola..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the whole world was quiet.

The time inside and outside the control room stopped, the air no longer flowed, everything seemed to have been pressed by the pause button, and the wizards remained stationary, completely lost their ability to think, and could not move, just like a freeze-frame picture.

Kerstad kept his mouth open and screamed, and the flames of the undead in his eyes solidified.

When time is stopped, only one thing and two people can work.

One thing is the nucleus of Eola, it is unaffected.

One of the two is Ren, he has already raised the key of the door to the limit, and a simple bronze door appeared in his eyes, as if it was hugged by countless transparent worms. The closed door opened a gap and shot a weird Glorious.

The stop of time only made him pause for a moment and then he regained his freedom.

Then, Renn's mind jumped in front of Kolstad, swung the Thor's hammer, and blasted its head and whole body to dust with a single blow.

Almost at the same second, Anse Verdous destroyed the phylactery.

The sturdy phylactery is first melted into molten iron and then evaporates, leaving no trace.

He looked at the still scene around him, his expression extremely shocked, as if he was even more shocked than Colstead wanted to blew himself up with everyone. Kolstad's mind is completely in his grasp, even if there is no time to stop, it will not have time to detonate Eola's core.

"this…"

Anse Waldos opened his mouth to speak, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com made no sound.

Sound cannot propagate in the cessation of time.

Although he was only affected a little, his movements became a little slow, but his thinking was normal and he was still able to cast spells and fight. He found the caster whose time had stopped at a glance. At the door of the control room, a thin figure wearing a black magic robe and holding a straight staff appeared.

Raistlin!

Suddenly in the eyes of Anse Waldos, and then felt a little unbelievable, Ren's clone actually mastered the time to stop!

Tick! Tick...

Six seconds slowly and quickly ended. At the last second, Raistlin, who was pale, nodded slightly to Anci Verdaus, and disappeared.

Time resumed its flow.