End of the Magic Era

Lin Yun's eyes seemed to lose focus, staring at the direction of the Holy Mountain. Deep in his pupils, countless rule symbols were spinning wildly, and he didn't even hear the people around him.

Side by side, Morgan's eyeballs swung, his mouth couldn't bear to lift up a little, sweep through the beasts, and the Dubois masters, couldn't bear a little sympathy.

These fools, I've known His Excellency Merlin for so long, I've never seen His Excellency Merlin afraid of anything.

And Lord Merlyn's strongest, I'm afraid, is not the power of battle, but other skills, alchemy, vast knowledge, and the same acute insight as prophetic spells.

His Excellency Merlyn has taken the initiative to support the shield, certainly because of the immense danger here.

Moreover, my Dark Monster never knew what fear was. After entering the Holy Mountain, the Dark Monster became honest, as if he had met a natural enemy.

According to the feeling conveyed by the Dark Monster, there seems to be something completely invincible and powerful around here, and very, very close, very powerful, very dangerous...

If you're not prepared, you might die...

These fools, laughing at you, Mr. Merlyn, are waiting to lose a fortune. Can't you see that neither Cromton nor Cross of Tier 3 are talking? They all seem to have found something, just like Mr. Merlyn.

Hey, that idiot Bronze Orc, you really think the Bronze Orc's defense will be invincible when he gets to the top? Uncle Ben has seen an idiot bronze beast burned alive.

How dare you be so arrogant here, wait for a big loss, maybe you will really die.

Morgan retreated a little without a trace, and Steele had walked a few hundred meters forward, walking, laughing loudly at the human magician.

But all of a sudden, Cromton and Cross had a powerful wave of magic and fighting, and the strong smell was spreading like a tsunami.

In front of the people's position, the solid earth seemed to become as soft as water, a mud springs eyes appeared in front, the soil constantly rolled out of the underground, more than three meters tall, looking like an ordinary beast, floating out of the underground.

The Orc has an interwoven skin tone of earth and red, and no demonic pattern on the body surface, with little racial distinction except the Orc's iconic fangs.

Especially this beast has no focal length in his eyes, and does not seem to have a strong breath on his body. It seems normal, as ordinary as a rock on the side of the road. If he did not see it with his own eyes, no one would feel there suddenly emerge an beast.

Still laughing back at Lin Yun, Stills didn't even find himself more than a hundred meters ahead of him, and suddenly an ordinary to weird Orc emerged.

After that strange beast appeared, the eyes of the godless looked at the crowd. It was obvious that there was no magic in the eyes, but it showed terrible malice, viciousness, cold, cruelty, countless negative emotions, like a psychic spell storm.

The nearest Stelle was hit in the face by this negative emotional storm, bleeding out in her eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth at the same time, and her body was rolled back like a falling leaf in the wind.

Flying in the middle of the sky, Stelle burst out all the fighting, but still screaming madly, his expression didn't look like it was twisted...

That terrible scream is as if something terrible was tormenting him constantly...

Stelle flies out upside down, and no one else has time to save him. A pure negative emotional storm is absolutely comparable to a powerful psychic magician releasing a psychic magic storm across the street.

And a powerful psychic magician!

Cross stood in place, holding the sword in his hand and inserting it in front of him, and his overflowing pale golden tone of fighting rapidly gathered into armor, wrapping his entire body inside.

When the negative emotional storm hit, the dense and numb demonic print appeared on Cross's body surface, and these demonic marks seemed to have come to life. A smaller Orc fiction floated around Cross's body, and those invisible negative emotional storms turned into a pitch-black shadow, fighting against these little Orcs fiction.

And Cromton opened his mouth with two holy lighting symbols, filled with soft glowing symbols that blew up in front of Cromton, instantly turning into a milky white spiritual protective junction that covered him.

Those negative emotional storms, which hit Cromton's spiritual protective junction, made a series of sharp friction collisions, and the sound waves spread, and the gravel around Cromton was powdered by an earthquake.

But other than Cromton and Cross, it's not that easy.

Lin Yun and Morgan and a few others have long since released the Fusion Shield, which is a protective tool at the bottom of the chest for the heavenly class, which is also known as the Almighty Shield.

In the face of negative emotional resistance, while not as targeted as the shield of the mind, protection is stronger than it is.

Lin Yun, Morgan, Raphael, Didala, Bertler, all supported the shield, they were caught in a negative emotional storm, the surface of the shield, the rule script continued to circulate, like a ball of skin that drifted into the waves, rolled and flew backwards, but did not suffer any harm.

But Dubois, the guys who grabbed the opportunity and started laughing at Lin Yun, and the Orcs, were all miserable.

Pure negative emotional storms, but more troublesome than psychic spells, these things have no way of resisting anything but hard resistance.

Their spirits and souls were caught up in it without being protected well in advance, as if they had fallen into an incredibly horrific prison, with cruel and horrific punishments, whipping their spirits and souls wildly.

And under this shock, spiritual and soul feelings are amplified indefinitely, and the feelings of the passage of time are stretched indefinitely.

A second of positive shock, in spiritual and soul perception, is definitely more addictive than suffering from a year of horrific punishment...

A heavenly man, like a little girl tortured by a bunch of big men, flies halfway through the sky in a painful and desperate cry.

Even with less than two seconds of impact, they have released their strongest protection, but that one or two seconds of impact is enough...

Apart from releasing their means of protection, they couldn't even control their bodies and had to fly backwards with the storm.

The creepy wail kept ringing in the middle of the air, even if it had been protected, the wail had not stopped.

After resisting the first wave of shock, Lin Yun steadily landed on the ground, beside several early release guards, and one after the other stabilized his body.

Lin Yun frowned and looked at the ordinary beast man with both eyes, his eyes flashed with such a divine colour.

The Holy Mountain on the face of Anger, near the Angry Orc, is almost a sacred place, for countless years of devotion, the Angry Orc's most powerful devotion to the Ancestral Spirit is this Holy Mountain.

And this is the closest place to the origin of the flame, where the Holy Mountain itself is absolutely born conscious.

A man who is sacrificed by all the fiery beasts and can also mobilize the presence of the power of the fiery surface. If he breaks in here normally, the powerful man of the heavenly class will survive for three seconds, even if he is powerful.

And this mighty power, the ancient demon, now that it has begun to devour the power of the flame, the holy mountain must fall under the control of the seventy-third demon.

When we set foot on the Holy Mountain, we saw no more demons, and the peace around us was like death.

But the Seventy-third Demon will certainly not let everyone enter the Holy Mountain smoothly. There is no need to think about what will happen. It must be the incarnation of the Holy Mountain!

The incarnation of the Holy Mountain, even if it is now weakened, is definitely stronger than anyone here, including the two heavenly peaks of Cross and Cromton!

Unfortunately, after the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, the uncontrollable negative emotions erupted into a spiritual storm.

Although powerful, this storm is too weak for the power of the Holy Mountain Incarnation, because there is no race in the Angry Orc who is good at psychic spells, and the Holy Mountain Incarnation is certainly not good at it, which is pure exasperation.

The most tragic Stelle here is just a bloody scream on the ground. His soul was devastated by enormous negative emotional shocks. The suffering is not over yet. It will take at least seven or eight seconds.

But in the soul's perception, this period can be as long as seven or eight years...

Being tortured is just painful. For an extraordinary creature, this level of torment does not break the soul...

Morgan landed next to Lin Yun, watching everyone around him not die, the worst Sterl was not killed, face regret.

I knew there would be some danger approaching. No wonder my Dark Demon Monster was honest. This guy's negative emotions are so much stronger than my Dark Demon Monster's.

It's a pity that those happy fools who just laughed didn't get killed. It's a shame.

Shit, what the hell is this new Orc...

After releasing the heavy negative emotions, a group of people were overwhelmed, and the empty eye of the beast, the eyes were filled with endless negative emotions.

The smell of terror appeared, as if a vast mountain range had been pulled out in front of the crowd, and the enormous pressure, as if the whole Holy Mountain were full of hostility.

The elements in the air, the earth beneath your feet, even the air, the space, everything is excluding the existence of people.

The seemingly plain beast's face, a demonic pattern spread rapidly to the surface of his body, the dense and numb demonic pattern, occupied almost all parts of his body surface, and his forehead and cheeks were covered with tattoo-like demonic marks.

Buzzing lightly, around the Orc of the Holy Mountain incarnation, the light began to distort, and it seemed like an immense amount of gravity emerged from around him.

Heavy gravity keeps the elements and air around him sinking, the air density changes dramatically, and the density of the air varies by at least a dozen times just a few meters.

The twisted air distorts the transmission of light, and a ray of light is distorted around the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, as if it were in kind.

The earth surrounding the incarnation of the Holy Mountain seemed unable to withstand that horrific gravity, which was rapidly collapsing underground, and which was still expanding wildly.

Gravity beyond 300 meters was not significantly affected until it was extended to 300 meters.

“Damn, this is the demonic power of our bronze beast. He actually created the field of supergravity. Shit, the most central place has at least 30 times as much gravity. No, at least 40 times...

Shit, we can't beat him, we can't even touch his body, this is the strongest defense of the Bronze Orc! ”

Stelle had some creepy screams with a scare on her face. No one knew these things better than the Bronze Orc. Only a handful of Bronze Orcs could create a world of gravity around her body after the Advanced Sky.

The closer they get to their bodies, the stronger the surrounding gravity, which is the expression of the power of the rules in their veins and can affect any element or even any substance.

All spells and attacks, when approaching their bodies, are torn to the ground by enormous gravity, and even explosion spells are suppressed by enormous gravity, which does not exert much power.

Together with the strong defenses inherent in bronze beasts, almost all strong men of the same rank are unable to kill a bronze beast, even if defeated, just like a tiger who has always faced an old turtle shrunk in a hard turtle shell, and simply cannot kill a bronze beast.

Stelle screamed in despair, and the temper fluctuated slowly and seemed to have vanished.

Cross laid down his face, slapped his opposite hand against Stell, and a two-metre brawl slapped him hard on Stell and flied Stell backwards out.

“Idiot, if you yell here again, I'll kill you first! ”

Stills climbed up from the ground, and a layer of bronze bucket armor attached to his body was filled with tortoises, proud defense, not much stronger than a piece of paper in front of Cross, with a little bit of force, it seemed to pinch Stills.

After getting slapped, Stelle was honest and didn't dare say much. At this time, he sang bad morale before the war started. Even if he didn't get killed, Cross was merciful.

Stills shut his mouth and couldn't speak, but he glanced at Lin Yunping and looked at him. The fire in his heart suddenly came out.

Damn it, Mafa Merlyn, this stupid human being, dare to laugh at me. Shit, what does that look mean, do you think I'm too freaked out?

Do you think the Bronze Orc would be great if he killed the brave warriors of our tribe by despicable means?

Dumb guy, wait, the incarnation of the Holy Mountain, since it has the power of a Bronze Orc, will let all these idiots see it, preferably killed by the incarnation of the Holy Mountain!