Versatile Mage

“Go on!”

“Divine grace! ”

On the roof, the magicians of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, who practiced super-class law, once again painted a magnificent constellation, a palace of stars, dense and numb stars above buildings and houses, and the enormous magical atmosphere flourished like a storm at the brightest and most glaring moment.

Gathering, gathering constantly, this time all the attacking magicians of Al-Quds Al-Sharif used precisely the most lethal fire magic, the sky's fire point dispersed the black evil that descended into the city, and the burning light reflected hundreds of kilometres of night sky red.

By a single order, all the ignitions flourished and they completely besieged the emptiness.

There is a red fire cast into a mountainous furnace, with flowing magma splattered in the furnace, and a more heartless melt burning everything in the furnace to ashes.

Huge flame furnaces can be called pulled out of the ground, empty bodies are not proportional to mountain furnaces, so small that they cannot be compared to the millions of flying burns in the furnace!

“Refinery, purge! ”

Flying burns in random combinations, every second a hedging flame gate diagram appears at both ends of the void...

The entire flame furnace itself has a terrible high temperature burning effect, which is exacerbated several times by a flame door diagram that was born in the flame furnace.

Flame gate diagrams erupt a massive stream of slurry across the emptied body.

Soon after, 360 degrees of flame doormap erupted such a massive stream of melt, madly baptizing this Undead King!

The black robe is still standing there, the light cannot wear his armor, how can the flame melt his robe, let the fire diagram hedge, let the furnace burn, emptied to step on the full red flame to continue, but those eyes are brighter than any glow and flame, brighter to make the magicians of Al-Quds on both sides feel cold chestnut!

“The fire and light of the Holy City, is it juggling fireworks? ”

“If you're just a little bit exorcised, don't talk about the millennium's tranquillity and let it disappear from the long river of history tonight! ”

The emptying stopped and the iron boots slammed toward the holy city.

Suddenly, the furnace fire that destroyed the heavens and the earth went out completely!

The reign of darkness, the extinction of the flames, the sudden fall of high temperatures, and the cold and deathly scent swept away again. This is obviously a huge fire of heaven and earth that can burn for a day and ignite a mountain range, but the despised foot was put out.

Looking at the avenue of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, which is renewed and dimmed, it seems that all the magicians of Al-Quds Al-Sharif have been ignited with this foot completely dissipated.

How can this powerful power ignore the superclass method to extinguish mankind's greatest superclass magic as a small fireworks??

Dead spirits, demons, imperial level existence has always been a dare not to offend in the history of mankind, now the holy city has set up a network of heaven and earth to single an emperor to the meeting, the superior order of light and fire is severely ridiculed by him!

Far from enough, these most powerful magic in the minds of the people is far from enough in front of the Dead Soul Emperor. The glow of this holy city is limited to weak and small human beings, placed in the whole vast and prosperous world, in front of the demonic emperor, is a juggling trick!

“Only paying for your lives will make you remember your insignificance? ”

“I am just one of the world's long-sleeping emperors, far less powerful than the Sahara, Antarctica and Bermuda, to wake you up from the so-called magical dream world, but easily backfired! ”

Empty eyes completely bleed out, and the rumbling magic rolled over from the mountains of the Alps, such as the dark tsunami that swallowed up all the tents, mountains and horizons that people could see, and the pounding death spirit stifled the throat of everyone in the Holy City.

Breathe, breathe, breathe desperately, the fears of the people of Al-Quds Al-Sharif breathe heavily, and their eyes are filled with pain and struggle before death.

People, both ordinary people and magicians, saw the blood-red eyes, saw the shadow of the black robe, and saw the absolute breath of death locking their throats tightly.

In the holy city of the earth, no one has died in this emperor's death, but as the dead emperor said, they have experienced the insignificance, the magic power they regard as a treasure, the imperial life is really insignificant compared to it!!

On the Holy City of the Earth, those who gaze at this struggle, though not dead, can reflect on the Holy City, those who fought for the tranquillity of the millennium, who are standing on the roof preparing for the next magic, but at this moment have completely turned into a dry carved corpse...

The carvings continue to spill black cloudiness, clumping together like a swarm of bees into their nests on empty palms.

Grasping the fate of these Al-Quds Mages, he lowered his head slowly and sniffed greedily.

The pain is eliminated again, replaced by a peace that has never existed before, even the dry blood vessels seem to be flowing something, the heart of the dead stone reboots...

Good memories echo in the brain, but this time they won't bring the torment of heartbreaking lungs anymore.

The most luxurious thing about dead spirits is to remember the beauty of life, but memories are luxury goods, without the support of hundreds of living lives, the more painful the memories!

Resentment, anger, greed and brutality should have accompanied the dead.

It's not abandonment, it's a new beginning, it's instinct, it's the best way to protect yourself.

It's just that the dead spirits hate and hate themselves like nothing else.

He didn't even dare to look up at Qin Yuer's eyes in the distance. After breathing a breath of popularity, he chopped up again and trembled.

When I think of my ugly and disgusting appearance to be witnessed by loved ones, I can't help but tear my hands from my head down, tearing into pieces before I stop!!

I want to cry painfully, use elite tears to show that I also hate myself, all the blood in my eyes is dirty...

The inner mind has just calmed down for inhaling the breath of the living.

When you think calmly, you hate yourself as a living and dead person.

Hate brings endless pain and anger.

Pain and anger require killing and sucking the breath of life to calm oneself.

“Ow ~ ~ ~ ~!!!! ”

Another howl, immediately forgetting everything, just felt blood on the streets and buildings of Al-Quds Al-Sharif, one wizard after the other poured into the blood.

The breath is already unsatisfactory, there is no red blood on the ground, there is always something missing.

Humans, it's still hard to hit, it's only good for being a red rug that doesn't stain your boots on your own walking path...

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Blood is so eye-catching, Movan looks up to the battlefield of Al-Quds and feels a subversive dominance!

Is this the real emperor?