The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Countless dark clouds rolled overhead, and the day seemed to turn into night.

Low chanting sounds came from the mouths of magicians on the city wall. In an instant, circles of eye-catching light rose up along with the hot air currents, and the calm wind around them turned into a violent beast.

Unlike the limited attacks during school competitions, at this moment, everyone had only one goal in mind - to kill.

Killing, endless killing.

There are only two situations on this battlefield: kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.

If you want to survive, any mercy is unnecessary.

Even in the face of an absolute disparity in numbers, no one took a step back.

It must be defended. Years of glory and pride do not allow anyone to turn around and run away.

"You overestimate your abilities. Follow me and defeat them!" King Arundil snorted coldly and raised the spear in his hand high.

Behind him, thousands of magic warrior heavy cavalry were already ready to go.

When facing a legion of magicians, it is easiest for the magic warriors to harvest them.

Even heavy armor couldn't suppress the ferocity within them, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty murderous intent. With earth-shaking roars, a torrent of steel surged forward like a pitch-black tide, crashing unstoppably towards the city walls.

Mo Ya had returned to his team at this time.

Without the legion commander's order, he led the earth magicians to quickly turn the ground in front of the cavalry into a mud trap, and at the same time, a large group of spikes emerged from the surface.

Normal ground spikes are effective against humans, but less effective against the thick-skinned mythical beasts. However, thanks to the presence of Moya, a rock-type mutant mage, he forcibly hardened the ground spikes cast by other earth-type mages, so that even the soles of mythical beasts would be pierced by the ground spikes.

The other team did not get this information. The heavy cavalrymen at the front thought it was just an ordinary ground spike and wanted to trample it directly, still driving the phantom beasts under them to move forward.

It was not until the first batch of phantom beasts had their paws suddenly pierced and let out painful screams that they realized how wrong their decision was.

The phantom beasts at the back crashed into the bodies of the phantom beasts in front. The uncontrolled weapons pierced the bodies of several people, and the cavalry formation was instantly in chaos.

"His Majesty!"

King Arundil frowned as he looked at the chaotic soldiers. He shouted angrily, "What are you afraid of? Charge forward! Don't stop! Someone will clear the way for us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large area of ​​magical light flashed behind them like countless stars.

The dazzling light also represented countless attacks, heading straight for the magicians on the city wall, forcing them to switch to defense.

The cavalry behind, ignoring the chaos ahead, pressed forward, trampling over the bodies of their comrades and splashing scalding blood into their eyes as they charged forward at high speed.

This battle, no matter which side, must win.

Mo Ya clenched the staff in his hand and gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the enemy from approaching.

The disparity in numbers and strength almost made people despair. Just as the heavy cavalry was about to reach the city, a huge vine suddenly broke out of the ground.

It was hundreds of meters long and so thick that dozens of people couldn't hold it together. With a single swing, it threw hundreds of people in front of it away.

"what--!!!"

Under the crushing force, the cavalrymen who were thrown away could never get up from the ground again. Only large pools of blood flowed out of their mouths and the gaps in their heavy armor.

The noisy battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Faced with the absolute disparity in power, all living things were instinctively shocked.

Cyrus's gaze shifted slightly, and he saw the green-haired man standing on the city wall. The fluctuations of magic were emanating from his hands.

His youthful face held a formidable strength that belied his youth. As he raised his hand, more vines emerged from the ground. In an instant, the battlefield seemed to be engulfed by these giant green dragons, and screams rang out one after another.

The allied forces were severely damaged, but Cyrus's eyes and expression did not change at all.

Whether they were enemy soldiers or his own soldiers, the collision and disappearance of life were meaningless in his eyes.

They are too weak, so weak that they are not worth being remembered, let alone being pitied.

The man opposite him, on the other hand, did have some value. But Cyrus recalled the destruction of the underground cult two years ago. That scene was very similar to today.

Those who offend the majesty of God.

The person who took Jiang Liujing away from him.

This hatred must be repaid with the other party's blood!

Facing the frightened eyes of the people on the city wall, Cyrus simply raised the scepter in his hand.

Without chanting any spell, the golden sun slowly rose in his hands with heavy pressure.

In an instant, the sky and the earth became dark. Sand and rocks flew everywhere, and only the golden sun became the only light in the darkness.

It was so bright, so dazzling, and yet so cold, and every flash of light carried the cruelty of taking life.

Chu Zhou and others were very familiar with this move, which was exactly the move Cyrus had used on the day he was in the Cult of God.

At that time, they relied on Chi to transform into his original form to barely delay time, but at this time, Chi was not there!

"He actually reached the twelfth level." Sang Mo looked at the shocking light and felt a rare difficulty breathing in the face of the magical fluctuations.

Level 12, the pinnacle of magic power, second only to the realm of God, was unexpectedly reached by such a human.

But he still managed to laugh out loud, and sighed to Xing Yue beside him, "I never thought that I would be with you at a time like this."

Xing Yue said calmly, "Do you regret it? Choosing to meddle in human affairs."

"What is there to regret? My grandson, my student, is naturally under my protection."

Sang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, his facial expression showing no trace of fear.

"It would be nice if Miaomiao and the other two could take this opportunity to leave."

"What nonsense! You know that's impossible."

"That's right." Sang Mo smiled.

In his heart, he actually hoped that Jiang Liujing and Chi could escape and survive. After all, no one could resist the power of the twelfth level unless the phantom beast lurking in the Lost Forest showed up.

But he knew even more clearly that Jiang Liujing and Chi would not escape.

As long as they knew that this place was under attack, they would definitely rush over because their important people were still here.

We can die together, but we will never live alone.

He knew the personality of the child he and Xing Yue raised.

"I don't want them to see our corpses when they come back, so work harder, old man Xing. I'll stop the attack and you go kill that guy." Sang Mo's eyes suddenly became sharp.

As his long hair swung violently, layers of green light spread from his body, like surging water waves, and like countless memories.

In his long and boring life, only the brief time when that child existed softened his heart.

"teacher."

"Grandpa Sang!"

"Grandpa Sang, I'm back!"

"This gift is for you and grandpa, you each get half."

"Grandpa Sang, I don't want to leave."

Sang Mo had never had anything important enough to protect, until he saw a young child stumbling towards him. From then on, Sang Mo knew that he could no longer ignore this world.

Whether it is a human or a tree, any intelligent creature can never escape the whirlpool of "emotions".

So the only option is to fight to the death.

In order to reach the only future that can make them all smile happily.

"Pray to the great God." Sang Mo stretched out his hand and raised his face. His pupils had turned into a pure gem-green.

Above the ground, the thick vines spread by dragons and snakes stopped twisting and turned around to rush towards him.

It was a horrifying scene like the end of the world, but those huge plants that easily wiped out the lives of many soldiers turned into countless green dots of light the moment they approached him.

Deconstruction and reconstruction, a giant dark green bow as tall as a person suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Those whose lives are too long to be buried by heaven or earth, shall be sent to the netherworld by my hands."

Sang Mo pulled the giant bow.

More green light spots overflowed from his body and gathered madly on the bowstring, forming an arrow with great vitality.

He raised his bow and aimed the arrow at Jin Ri.

"Don't think you can win so easily, you thief who steals other people's power."