Chapter 1249: Old Man, Aren't You Going to Die?

"The Sorrows of a Young Wizard ()"

"It's time to deploy our secret weapon!" Lord Corleone looked at Alma and Maras standing in front of him with a solemn expression on his face: "Have you really confirmed that the teleportation magic circle can be closed in the shortest possible time? "

El Ma's eyes were firm, and he nodded fiercely and said: "If I am alone, I may not be able to do it. After all, the two of us are the ones recognized by the ancestors. The authority of the Space Key has been divided into two parts, and no one can do it." Human abilities have been greatly weakened, but together we can exercise full spatial capabilities."

"Closing the teleportation magic circle is only the first step. The second step is to completely isolate the connection between the space and the outside world, making our world hidden and no longer easy to be found by the other party. But before that, we must clean up the marks left by the enemy on us. clean."

Having said this, El Ma's eyes fell on the Lord Corleone. This outsider helped them a lot, but received very little in return. As a qualified chief, El Ma did not think that this man was real. He is so kind and helps himself without asking for anything in return.

The good things in their hands made El Ma very excited. At the same time, he also knew that the other party was very powerful. Even if he fought alone, he could not even defeat the weakest among them, and the treasure in the other party's hands was even more powerful. Shocking.

But this was only before they obtained space authority. Now they have two space authority holders. Their strength has directly broken through the space level and can display third-level strength. They can also use space authority to enhance attack and defense and perform some special attacks. ability.

"Okay, in that case, after we clean up the remaining hell demons, please destroy the teleportation array as soon as possible and seal the space cracks." Lord Corleone pointed to a hilltop occupied by hell demons in the distance. The breath of hell has become so strong that it affects the real world, and the black clouds are daunting.

This is awe from the heart, awe for powerful power, awe for the demonic aura of hell, and also awe for the evil aura coming from the other party.

Even though they are separated by a space, they can still feel the opponent's aura, the aura of the strong. El Ma and Maras, the two centaur warriors who have obtained space permissions, clearly feel the opponent's strength: Level 3, and also It's not as simple as entering the third level for the first time.

A veteran third-level powerhouse, mid-level third-level person? High level three? Or is it the third level peak?

They clearly realize that if it is a head-on confrontation, they have no chance of winning. Fortunately, this is their home court, and the limit of the strength that this space can accommodate is the second level peak, and the third level will be excluded unless it is the owner of this space.

El Ma and Malas are both pseudo-third-level now. They are third-level under the blessing of the key of space. Once they lose the space bonus, they are still only second-level. They will still face the Guardian Expedition exploration team. In the end, Even a weak one can suppress and beat the second-level sky warrior.

Without further ado, let’s say that Lord Corleone gave an order, and ten first-order warriors walked slowly over on a stone platform with a diameter of three meters. Although there were many people working together, they were uniform and very stable. A statue of the God of War on the stone platform looked forward. , thousands of warriors lined up behind them to sing and dance in a neat line, led by Chief Aimar, and half of these thousand unranked senior warriors were men and women. Let’s not talk about their strength, but their singing and dancing skills are definitely not bad. .

Lord Corleone was walking at the front, mumbling words, and his aura was rising steadily, from the initial stage of the second stage, to the middle stage of the second stage, to the high stage of the second stage, all the way to the peak of the second stage, but there was still a vague possibility of breaking through the second stage and entering. The third-level posture made the two space powers, El Ma and Maras, feel shuddering in their hearts, and became even more wary of the strength of this War God Fist Warlock.

"Purify the compass, start!" Lord Creon raised his hands high, and a mirror with a diameter of more than two feet and engraved with complex patterns quietly appeared. The mirror emitted a sacred light in his hands and quickly flew into the air.

Lord Corleone raised his head and raised his chest, looking into the distance. The small aircraft suddenly sprayed out layers of fog. The fog condensed directly from the high-concentration holy water quickly enveloped the entire hell demon camp.

Waves of sharp and piercing screams followed, and hell demons rushed out crazily, heading straight for the gap where Lord Corleone was. Some hell demons even rushed straight into the bloodthirsty rose bush and were pricked by the bloodthirsty rose thorns. The broken body was sucked into dried meat in the blink of an eye.

All Centaur warriors saw the crowds of ghouls swarming in, and their expressions suddenly changed. Their strength, speed, and numbers shocked them, especially the second-level ghouls running at the front, whose number reached an astonishing second-level. There are more than a dozen of them, and there are even thousands of higher-level ghouls following them.

"Great God of War, your believers pray devoutly..." Facing the hellish demons rushing towards him, Lord Corleone showed no signs of organizing a defense. Several Centaur chiefs were frightened to see them, but he held his head high. He walked to the front of the statue of the God of War that had just landed on the ground, and with a "plop~" he knelt down in front of the statue and began to pray devoutly.

Now the top leaders of the Centaur clan, such as Alma, Maras, and Amar, have a hard time making a choice.

Should you believe him and pray together, or should you organize a defense immediately?

This is related to their life and death. After three days and three nights of crazy weakening by them, the hell demons on the opposite side still have the strength to compete with them, or even surpass them. This is simply unimaginable.

With such a powerful demon from Hell, why don't they rush out of the siege and expel themselves and others?

Aimar gritted his teeth, looked at the other high-ranking centaurs around him and said: "I believe in him, he has brought us many miracles. We can't fight these demons from Hell when we are independent. In this case, why don't we believe in them?"

After Aimar finished speaking, he waved his hand and knelt on the ground with a group of centaurs. As the Lord of Corleone began to pray devoutly: "Great God of War, your believers pray devoutly here..."

"Someone has to make sacrifices, why can't it be me?" The chief of the Youhe tribe suddenly stood up, patted his shoulder and said: "The gods are great, I believe in the gods, but the gods are high above, and they may not be able to favor ordinary people like us in time. I will lead some warriors to meet the enemy's impact, and you just follow the footsteps of the guests."

"Father always stands behind you!"

After the chief of the He tribe finished speaking, he said loudly: "The future belongs to the children, old guys who can hold weapons, follow me!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Lin Lin I can still be a hero even when I am old. It is worth it even if I lose my life here. Children, let me show you how powerful we old people are! "

"As long as the four legs can run, the Centaur warriors will not fall down. The old Centaur can also kick the ferocious demon wolf to death!"

"Time can deprive us of our physical strength and our lives, but it cannot deprive us warriors of our hearts and honor. Young men, take a look at the last lesson we old guys will teach you."

"Pa~" A white-haired Centaur warrior slapped a young Centaur warrior aside and said with a smile: "Boy, now is not the time for you to show off. The future is yours, but now, just look at your old man's majesty. If you want me to live a few more days, just listen to the chief."

"Centaurs~" The chief of the Youhe tribe raised his arms and shouted, and the densely packed old Centaur warriors around him shouted in unison: "Never be a slave!"

The powerful fighting spirit rushed straight into the sky, The breath turned into visible white threads and flew towards the statue of the god of war. The light on the statue flashed and a bright light suddenly flew out and landed on the mirror in the air.

With a strange sound of "hum~", the mirror in the air suddenly spun rapidly, and a strange attraction quietly appeared. The black light on the ground was attracted by it and rushed into the mirror like a moth to a flame, forming a huge vortex. The vortex became bigger and bigger, and the attraction became stronger and stronger.

The Lord of Corleone suddenly raised his head, raised his hands high and made a pushing motion. The mirror flew forward flatly to meet the swarming hell demons. The powerful attraction suddenly broke out. The hell demons running and jumping on the ground felt a strong attraction, and their whole bodies were suddenly suspended in the air and sucked into it by the mirror.

There was the first one and the second one. Then more and more hell demons were swept into black spots and fell into the mirror and disappeared. The hell demons made a terrified cry and ran around, but there was the strange mirror in front of them, and the fog that made them uncomfortable and vomited blood was behind them, and there was no escape route around.

Was he sucked away by the mirror, or was he struggling in pain and slowly dying in the mist, or was he going to be sucked into a dried meat by the dense bloodthirsty roses around him?

The chief of the Youhe tribe looked at the dense hell demons in front of him, flying up into the air and disappearing, with a look of shock on his face. His ambition to die generously just now also fell to the bottom in an instant, and turned into a devout belief in the God of War.

"Praise you, great God of War!"

Maras was stunned and blurted out a sentence: "Old man, you are not going to die?"

"Pa~" The chief of the Youhe tribe slapped him on the back of his head: "You kid, I can live another hundred years!"