Throne of Magical Arcana

"What does Viken want to do?"

The endless ocean bottom, in a majestic and magnificent black palace, Maldimos, the "lord of hell" holding a golden trident, suddenly stood up from the throne, and the pair of bright red eyes that seemed to be full of ridicule and laughter looked slightly amazed. To the sky, through the layers of dark blue water and the overlapping waves, "see" the half of the evil and dark half of the divine light vision.

At the same time, his real body in the depths of hell suddenly felt a rapid beating of his heart, as if something closely related to himself was beyond control.

"Ancient hell?"

Maldimos's doubtful voice echoed in the palace of the Emperor. It can be said that the ancient hell and him are approximately equal to the wave-particle relationship between the two sides, but he is not the manifestation of the ancient hell, nor is the ancient hell. In part, it is only related to a certain extent,

But even so, "Ancient Hell" is very important to him!

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth with a sneering smile solidified, and he thought of a possibility: "Viken wants to attack the true God? Is he crazy? Not afraid of losing all consciousness like Thanos, being" Heaven of Heaven "or" Ancient Hell " 'Average?'

"He balances with" Ancient Hell "and" Heaven Mountain ", maybe he can really grasp that glimmer of hope ..."

Although Maldimos would like to observe and test whether this will succeed, he is very clear that he must stop Viken immediately. If he really breaks through the limit, then he and other gods might actually fall!

Apart from yourself, no other gods are allowed to be promoted!

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Dark mountains, "Flamestone Valley".

The long blonde hair slantingly hung down on the shoulder of Etna, and his hands were pressed against the "Sword of Origin and End" inserted into the ground, and his eyes looked at the pet "Dragon of Time and Glory" in front of him seriously. Sri Lanka, her mouth wriggled insignificantly, as if she was controlling "secret saliva".

Danissos buried his head deeply, not daring to look at Etna, fearing that he would be eaten again.

Suddenly, it had an inexplicable heart palpitations, could not help raising his head, and the "Silver Moon" Etna in front of him somehow disappeared!

All the features of the sky covered with cracks and dark mist in the space were completely covered by the half-black and half-brilliant.

"A godlike vision? No! Wickon what he wants to do!" Danissos, who was initially in control of time, could have an insight into his destiny and responded as quickly as possible.

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The Holy Hertz Empire, Antiphle, White Maple Leaf Palace.

Rudolph II clenched his fist in his right hand and squeezed, smirking, angry.

"Viken dare to fight the idea of ​​Paradise Mountain. Does he think he has lived too long? Does he think he will ever really fall?"

"At that time, although he will not really fall, he is definitely more miserable than the real fall!"

His inner ideas emerged one by one, but in the end they all became a signal of worry and anxiety:

"Viken, will he succeed?"

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In the "Ancient Missionary" underground in the holy city of Lance, when the "desperate world" condensed from the projection of the ancient hell meets the projection of the "Heaven of Heaven" summoned by the platinum scepter, the energy storms circle after circle. Grab it, blow all the walls around the hall, and lift the dome upward!

Bang!

The clergy in the holy city of Reims heard a dull and unusually loud explosion, his ears buzzed, and then he lost his hearing briefly.

The ground was undulating like a snake, and churches, retreats and monasteries protected by Divine Array collapsed.

Bang!

The clergyman stared dumbly at the large light hall that symbolized the core of the church, and a dim, colorful “world” full of pain and despair was entangled with the sacred heaven mountain where the chant of chants continued. The state of shock waves slammed into the clouds!

Suddenly, the evil dark night highlighted the faces of intelligent creatures, humans, dwarves, elves, dragons, ancient races that had perished for a long time, and in the sacred and brilliant day, one Only angels with holy wings and clear and holy spirits worshipped, sang, praised, bathed in endless light.

Where they meet, a vicissitudes old man wearing a sacred crown floats upright with pain on his face, and the whole person is virtual and illusory, real and real, like the two surrounding scenes. It is truly in another world, a "magic" world above the earth and above the sky!

"Under the pope's crown?"

"What is he doing?"

The priests were stunned. The pope they saw with their right hands stretched out with a platinum scepter, illuminating the dark and fallen corner of the world, and the dark and eerie figure on the left stepped out, polluting the bright and sacred part of heaven.

Such sights can be seen not only near the holy city of Reims, in Allinge, in Luntat, in Antilles, in Syracuse, in Aalto, everywhere!

"Isn't that Benedict III?" Heidi just played a box game, stretched out, but suddenly stiffened there, because she saw the amazing sky outside the window.

Annick, who was tortured by erasure experiments and delayed selection experiments, also raised his head, staring blankly at Pope Viken, not understanding what happened.

Godlike vision?But he is a kind of god himself!

In the "magic world", Viken, which can be seen everywhere, has extremely distorted muscles on his face, while using the power of "ancient hell" to maintain his intelligence, not to let himself be merged by "Heaven of Heaven", and rely on "Heaven The blessing of "mountain" avoids the erosion and assimilation of "ancient hell", strives to grasp the balanced node, and seeks the "gate" of breakthrough with the help of this huge force!

In this way, He suffered great pain, but murmured in his mouth:

"Not enough! Not enough!"

The light from the projection of the "Heaven of Heaven" over that half became more and more splendid, and the clergy and believers in the holy city of Lance suddenly felt their hearts and bowed to the ground:

"Great Lord, you are one and ten thousand."

All places that believe in the God of truth, pious believers and clergy, regardless of the old and the new, are all caught in a kind of ethereal and holy moving atmosphere. They all prostrate on the ground and pray:

"It is the beginning and the end."

"It's a moment, it's eternity."

On them, a bright and sacred and radiant light flew out into the air and into the day!

Suddenly, the dark world was crushed and almost purified, but it still managed to support it.

Viken still murmured like crazy:

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Suddenly, a round of cold silvery white moon appeared in the air, dispersing part of "dark despair" and "light sacred", and the bright and dreamy moonlight was "covered" towards the central Viken.

On the other side, the sound of the tide of tide sounded, and a golden trident poured into the sky with a rolling blue, and there was no fish and no algae in the sea water, but erupting volcanoes, bottomless canyons and silent hell Wait for the sight!

"Birth of life and death!" "The Lord of Hell" Maldimos's golden trident pointed to "Pope Vicken"!

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Above the "Sky City", Douglas said solemnly: "Brook left Allinge, Fernando and Hathaway followed me to go, and all the other members of the highest jury except the legends of the major divisions, all returned to Allinge.

At this time, only the legendary peak can play a role in such a battlefield, so Douglas did not let other legendary magicians follow.

Douglas's voice was not loud, but every magician in the city of the sky could hear clearly, and his heart was suddenly panic-stricken.

"Teacher, why am I staying? Hathaway's." Brooke flew into the air, puzzled.

Douglas said solemnly: "You are the most promising kind of god other than Lucien. Focus on the big picture, don't be stubborn."

He didn't shy away at all.

"Teacher ..." Brooke was silent.

At this time, Fernando and Hathaway had already arrived around Douglas, and the "Sovereign Soul Master" was also transmitted.

"Vincent, don't succeed." Fernando glared at him.

Vicente's skinny face without muscles sneered: "Old pervert, I am also the pinnacle of legend! If you fail, I can't escape!"

Behind him appeared the "place of sleeping", and the black tombstones suddenly sounded like a cry from the depths of death. This was the initial call, and the first life throbbed!