After the holy sword is broken

Burgess is a little embarrassed now.

"The Favor of the Moon God" was never damaged and never dirty, but his long hair was stained with gray stains and looked a little messy.On the handsome face, there was a light bloodstain.

The protective magic robe at the level of an artifact guards him at all times, but the silver-blue shimmer is particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and the power belonging to the gods of order is like a bright light, which instead attracts low-level little demons to rush in like a tide. Come.

The pea-sized micro-constructed soldiers jumped and jumped in Burgess' footsteps, but failed to attract his attention.

A little demon attracted by the brilliance of the artifact stepped on the pea soldier with a "slap".

When the pea soldiers struggled to crawl out from under the feet of the little devils, Borgins was completely gone.

Lost, bewildered, and wronged.Forget it, never mind.

The pea soldiers continued bouncing up and down, running towards the predetermined location.

Borgins looked around, the light from the artifact allowed him to barely see on the dim battlefield.

Most of the little demons around are only low-level existences, and a single alchemy array can kill them in batches, but they can't withstand this continuous offensive.

It's like taking a bowl of water from the sea, and the surrounding sea water will quickly fill up the sea surface without any trace.

Not to mention, there are also high-level demons who will target him and cause more trouble.

With enemies on all sides, he couldn't tell the direction, not to mention looking for someone, he couldn't even tell the direction of the camp.The sword in his arms was so heavy that he could hardly hold it, and kept sliding down.

The smell of sulfur and fire is everywhere, with a breath of despair.

A legend can affect a war that belongs to mortals, but when the conflict rises between camps, below the gods, who is not a drop in the ocean?

Trapped in the dark quagmire, as if to be lost here forever, despair and fear keep rising, attacking the defense line in the bottom of my heart.

Where?Where exactly?

Burgess regretted it a little, Alger, this bastard, why should he take care of it?

Suddenly, he saw a sword light.

A silver sword light, narrow and sharp, seemed to split the world!

Burgess guessed who it was, and his heart stopped for a moment.

This bastard, can't you move more lightly? !What should I do if the threshold is reached and the ban is triggered?

Alger at this time obviously didn't know Burgess' worries, his attack was so fierce that he didn't feel any psychological burden, and the sword light was wrapped in the momentum of destroying the immortal, and fell hard.

The long whip of lightning has disappeared, but the powerful voltage is still around, and the tiny current crackles and explodes in the air.The sword light slashed down, directly splitting the pitch-black shield in two.

The figure of the assassin flashed from behind the Nightmare Knight, the blade of the dagger flashed, and the demon's head rolled down.At the same time, the tip of the spear was also sent into the assassin's chest.

The ugly black horse kicked twice in place, the black mist gathered, and a new head condensed again.

Fragments of rock and metal spread all over the ground, and at the moment when the horse's hooves fell for the last time, they were reduced to dust.

The knight turned his head, and his bones made a "crack-crack" sound. He slowly raised the blood-stained spear and moved a little further towards the two legendary mages.

A finger of death!

Instant, instant death.

The anti-death magic fixed on the spell slot was predicted to be released, colliding with the effect of the finger of death.The two mages, who would be revered as legends wherever they were placed, were seriously injured and fell to the ground in an instant.

The tip of the spear drew an arc in midair, and the power of the domain was restless.At this time, the people present really felt the deterrence from the lord-level demon.

They are also suppressed by the gates of hell, and even these demons who cross the boundary will be subject to stronger restrictions, but the huge gap in level still exists.

Like a dark cloud in the future of a torrential rain, slowly pressing down.

Repression, tyranny, fear... all kinds of emotions are tumbling to burst through the chest.

In Alger's silver-gray eyes, there was a faint crimson.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, picked up the broken epee, and slowly raised it.

At this moment, a small snail slowly climbed up Ragal's shoe.

The whole body is crystal clear, and the big snail shell is as clear as glass, with gorgeous light slowly flowing on it.

No one found it.

The snail vomited a bubble.

In an instant, the world of glazed illusions spread out around it.

The blades of grass are covered with dew, rivers of gold and jewels flow across the land, bands of colorful clouds float in the high sky, and the holy spirits sing holy hymns.

Visions of heaven replaced nightmares of hell.

The epee cut off the long | spear, and slashed at the Nightmare Knight's armor. With a muffled sound, it finally shattered into scrap iron.

The knight's shoulder armor was deeply dented.

Burgess watched this scene from a distance, his eyes slightly widened.

how is this possible?

The sword was broken, but the strength did not reach the threshold to trigger the ban.

How can it be?

Alger put his boots on the horse's head, pinched the Nightmare Knight's neck with his bare hands, and the black armor made an overwhelmed "click".

"Alger, destroy his core!" Ragal reacted and shouted at him.

The assassin clutched his wound and retreated into the shadows again.The rest of the mages who retained their power were finally freed from the restrictions of the rules.

Alger clenched his fist and hit the demon's chest directly.

A hoarse voice sounded, and the language from the abyss cursed fiercely.

Just in a trance, Argel found that there was a huge distance between himself and the Nightmare Knight, and the Knight escaped his control.

The light of the arcane lights up, closing all the paths of the Nightmare Knight.

The power of the stars influence each other, weaving a big net.

The prayers of the oracles echoed the hymns of the holy spirits, calling for punishment from the gods.

Explosions sounded all around, and the outer layer of the nightmare domain, which was not covered by the celestial scene, was also pried away by the pea soldiers.

The giant sky gate shining with silver light slowly opened in mid-air.

"Alger!"

The swordsman who lost his epee turned his head and saw a person who should never be here.

"How will you be here?!"

Just after asking, a clear bird song sounded from the sky.

The big crimson bird is burning with golden red flames all over its body, and its long feathers are constantly throwing sparks, like a round of scorching sun, too dazzling to look directly at.

It flew out from the silver door of summoning, and slammed into the Nightmare Knight fiercely.

"Phoenix... is a phoenix!" As a summoner, Ragal was a little in disbelief.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, he roared behind him: "Defend! Everyone defend!"

The new black long | spear has been condensed, held in the hands of the nightmare knight, the ugly horse raised its hooves, and charged towards the golden-red giant bird.

The terrifying energy escaping from both sides distorted the already extremely unstable space, tearing apart irregular gaps.

"Get down!"

Without even thinking about it, Alger turned around and threw Burgess to the ground, protecting him tightly with his body, not forgetting to cover his head with his hands.

"Wait……"

Before Burgess could finish his sentence, a violent explosion sounded like thunder, and the whole earth shook and tilted.

It was like the shocking shock at the beginning of the creation of the world, and it seemed that the gods sent down the punishment of destroying the world.

The expected energy shock was delayed, Alger frowned and glanced back.

Like a mirror image, the exact same scene here is copied on the other side.Alger was on the opposite side and saw himself.

It was a very strange scene, as if a huge mirror had been erected in the center of the battlefield.

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the mirror, and the cracks slowly extended. After a few breaths, the huge mirror shattered and turned into streamers of light.

Particles of dark energy mixed with Mars flew towards here, blowing through the skin, like a hot desert wind, scalding, but not too much damage.

Behind the mirror, the figures of the nightmare knight and the phoenix all disappeared, leaving nothing but a ruined scorched earth.Bounded by the dissipated mirror, the land on the other side sunk deeply, as if three feet had been dug out of thin air.

"The Mirror Wall, a defensive consumable, was created by me by imitating the Blood Race's Mirror Lake."

The young man's voice rang in his ears, like a gust of breeze, blowing leisurely.

Alger's anger was suddenly fanned by him.

Considering the current bad posture, Alger grabbed his collar and asked sharply: "What are you doing here?! This is not where you should come!"

His silver-gray eyes were dull in color, and a dangerous storm was brewing in his eyes.

【This life, if you don't cherish it yourself, why not let me—】

Burgess took a deep breath, grinding his back molars: "You think I'd like to come?"

Pushed hard: "Get up."

Alger stared at Burgess, slowly got up, and stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

Burgess glanced at the hand and shook it spinelessly.

He stood up by himself and patted his sleeves—this was of course a meaningless action, and the "moon god's favor" would not be stained with any dirt.

He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but found that he couldn't explain it. Finally, he just said lightly: "There is something wrong with your sword, I will give you a new one."

After finishing speaking, he patted the epee in his hand into the opponent's arms.

Alger almost laughed angrily at him.

"Just for this? You put yourself in danger."

"I'm not taking any risks, I can protect myself."

This guy doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation at all!

His problem here is bigger.

Alger suddenly pulled out the sword he just got, and nailed it towards Burgess. A little devil struggled and died.

"This is a battlefield, you can't!"

Burgess opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Alger suppressed his anger, and then asked: "How many miles away from the camp, how did you get here?"

"I...Of course I have my own way." Burgess' tone became tougher.

"What happened here?" A mechanical bird flew over, and Lizzie's voice came from its mouth.

Neither of them replied, so the mechanical bird could only continue to say: "Alger, send this gentleman back first, and leave this place to us."

Alger nodded slightly: "Okay."

"After five hours, remember to come to the command center for a meeting."

"understood."

The mechanical bird flapped its wings and left.

Alger pulled out the sword from the ground, and said to Burgess lightly: "Follow me closely."

Not a single look was given.

Along the way, Burgess wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Alger every time.

"Watch out to the left...stop...don't let your guard down...watch out behind..."

There was no expression on the face of the executor, and his indifference was frightening.The tone was cold, not like a well-intentioned reminder, but just a formal work.

Burgess was also furious in his heart. After trying several times, the other party didn't want to talk, so he kept his mouth shut.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the two finally passed through the dangerous battlefield and carried Pengniao back to the camp.

Alger sent Burgess all the way back to the room, closed the door, and asked, "Are there any other wounds on your body?"

Burgess looked back at him, and saw his own face with a shallow scar in his dark silver-gray eyes.

"No."

Alger nodded slightly: "That's good."

He closed the door and left.

"See, my summoner, even if it's a snail, is also a snail from the Kingdom of God, the kind that can tilt the balance of victory."

Ragal sat at the head of the conference room of the command center, and said proudly: "What's wrong with randomness? Can't you still summon the phoenix? In the world, no, in the history of the entire continent, how many summoners can do it?" ?”

Lizzie, who looked like a little girl, was so annoyed that she demolished him with a paralyzed face: "It's just a matter of luck, the one who invented this summoning technique, Kravel himself, didn't suffer from it?"

"He's so rebellious... You have to believe that Lady Luck is on our side."

"Well, then we encountered a lord-level nightmare knight."

"...The test of the gods. Alger is here."

With a cold face, the third executor of the poem of truth found his seat and sat down.

He leaned against the table with the sword in his hand, his clothes were still stained with blood and ashes, and he carried a cold aura all over his body, let alone strangers, even the undead would be scared away by him.

Lizzie asked with concern: "Is your body okay? Before, I was alone in the front. Do you need to find the pastor first?"

"fine."

"Then we can start."

"Ah."

Lizzy and Ragal exchanged a silent look.

Lizzie: Why is he so indifferent?

Ragal: Indifference?Really not cranky?

It's really weird...

The author has something to say: In the past two days, the data has risen much faster than usual. I am happy but also a little apprehensive. I am curious if this article is mentioned somewhere? ⊙▽⊙