However, that smile contained a horror that made all the Sarkaz people shudder instinctively.
There is no room for argument at all.
He simply raised his hand and swung out the whip. In just a moment, the whip was already very close to the old king's body.
The Lich Lord had almost no time to react.
But, fortunately, a warlock of his level does not need to control himself when casting spells in many cases.
——Every accessory on his body has the ability to trigger spells.
A silvery light shone from his brooch.
The blood of the Ten Kings of the Sarkaz Court almost all flows with some particularly shameless witchcraft.
The lich corresponds to space.
That silvery white light.
The effect is to place one's body into a different space.
All that was left was a human-shaped projection.
in short.
That is an absolute defense. If you don't have the ability to dispel the spell, you will never be able to harm the magic protection -
"boom--!!!"
The lich's body bent deeply and was suddenly ejected.
His body rolled and slid on the ground, bouncing like a stone skipping on water, crashing through the wall and creating a deep hole.
Under the completely incomprehensible gaze of the Gallic guards, the Lich Lord coughed violently and grabbed his waist with his only remaining hand.
Wet blood seeped out from between his fingers, soaking the professor's uniform.
The defensive techniques that had been carefully studied in the past did not have any defensive effect at all.
It simply "distorted" the precision and turned it into a piece of garbage.
Using a pile of shit as a whip to defend against the demon king known as the scourge of civilization is obviously extremely bad.
The arms and waist that blocked the attack were beaten into a bloody mist! !
No, that's not right.
It's not just about losing an arm and having a hole in the waist.
The Lich Lord could feel a violent force running wildly in his stomach, causing the basic structure of his body to disintegrate in disorder! !
The old king understood why the gloomy sheep was torn to pieces almost in an instant.
The effect of the Demon King's Originium technique is a distortion of the conceptual meaning!
In his domain, everything is disordered and distorted!!
The carefully designed Originium magic defense network seemed to be non-existent here - there were distorted loopholes everywhere.
The material precision of the body is also shaken by the chaos and distortion, like a building with its foundation removed.
Is this really the strength that Originium skills should have?
Frémont could hardly comprehend it all.
If I wasn't a "life knot" that would not end the lich unless I destroyed my life, this attack would have sent me directly into the Sarkaz's mental network! !
"Enemy attack?!"
This group of warriors from the lost country instinctively moved forward and protected the Lich Lord behind them.
Warlock.
The noblest profession, bar none.
The damage that a sorcerer at the level of a university professor can cause is comparable to that of the Silver Spear Pegasus.
Once a sorcerer of the Grand Lord's rank has constructed a spell, it would be a matter of course for him to bury an entire or even multiple armies alive.
His strategic value is greater than all the Gallic guards combined!!
The professional qualities of the Gallic royal family enabled these guards to quickly build a defense network to protect the Lich Lord.
They looked solemn, and the long swords in their hands were shining.
They are all the remaining warriors of the Gallic Empire. In the era when the empire had not yet collapsed, they fought against war sorcerers, silver spear Pegasus, golden law guards and even steam knights at the same time.
"Tap - step -"
It's like the shadow of death cast on the earth.
The Lord of Tikaz stepped out from behind the smoke-filled hole in the wall.
Just by approaching them, the guards could feel a strong pressure that made them unable to move.
But the Warriors are the Warriors.
It is because they have the courage to wield the sword against those who are stronger.
"Team One, guard Mr. Fremont."
"Team Two, follow me!!"
The leader shouted angrily.
A Gallic man will never stop fighting just because the opponent is stronger than him.
They followed orders without hesitation, defending and attacking.
A field powerful enough to tear Casimir's Knights of War into pieces unfolded in an instant.
Synchronous with it.
But facing the offensive of this group of Gallic Restorationists, the man made a bow drawing gesture.
then--
Amid the incredulous expressions of the Gallic guards.
The Originium craftsmanship they are so proud of.
It was like a gear train that had been stuck with a stone.
No supernatural power can be triggered anymore.
Why is this happening?
A feeling of confusion arose in their minds almost simultaneously.
Such doubts did not last long.
The next moment, one after another, scorching arrows tore through the armor that the Duke had made for them and pierced through their abdomens.
It's like a wild animal is powerless in the face of a sniper rifle.
In a flash, the red arrows nailed them to the ground!!!
Terrible power.
The flaming arrows rushed into their bodies, instantly cutting off all their strength.
He couldn't even utter a wail or a roar.
The once powerful Gallic guards have fallen one after another, unable to think anymore.
Like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
"What is it?!!!"
That tragic sound once again attracted the attention of the rest of the companions.
It seemed that the war sorcerers and even the inner guards from Tara and Ursus were gathering.
Such is the situation.
It almost made Fremont's eyes burst with dismay.
The people who will fight the enemy together with him are constantly coming.
Imagine.
But how will they react when they find out that all the French guards of Leitania and the guards of Gaul have fallen?
——They will immediately regard the Demon King as an enemy.
——If it continues like this...
Maybe before they could even encounter the real dragon, all the members on their side would be killed by the demon king! !
This can't go on any longer!!
On the body of the Lich Lord, countless spells were burning like flames.
"space."
This change was gradually isolated.
The chosen king, wrapped in "space", was directly peeled off and fell towards the subspace.
That is the spell of banishment.
As a member of the royal court, using this level of magic on the Demon King is undoubtedly a crime of great disrespect.
But at this moment, he has no choice!
"Oh, is this the only level you can reach?"
In a world that is gradually being stripped away.
The king sneered and raised his hand again.
A scarlet spear appeared.
The cone-shaped flames and the exploding smoke condensed into a mushroom cloud and spread towards the sky.
In an instant, the entire sky was dyed red.
With precise control, almost all the power of this attack is directed to the corners of the "space".
The initiation of the ritual...
Forced to terminate!!
"what happened?!!"
The warriors from Ursus arrived under the almost desperate gaze of the Lich King.
"Oh, another wave coming?"
The Demon King of Tikaz landed on the ground easily, looking at the bears in the distance with a smile on his face.
The next moment, the crown on his head gradually lit up.
The garbage emotions and boring memories accumulated by the Sarkaz for countless years turned into a dark storm with it as the center, directly penetrating the material wall and spreading without limit.
We haven't had time to meet formally yet.
all.
All fell silent.
The Ursus who attacked from afar could no longer make any sound.
The man sauntered toward the Lich King.
"Where did you find such a bunch of crooked people?"
He squatted down and asked with interest.
Fremont did not answer the question.
Just watching the warriors in armor and weapons being distracted by the black crown and transformed into lifelike sculptures.
Watching all of Leitania's guards fall to the ground.
Looking at the Gaul guards, they were almost out of breath under the burning flames.
massacre.
