"Does the stupid caster really think that this broken tentacle can trap me?"
While Brian was preparing the legendary spell, a cold light suddenly floated through the blood-red pupils of the struggling orc Manrathon, and then a rich dark energy gushed out from his body. The powerful impact force even the ground cracked inch by the terrifying force.
With a roar, the orc, whose already majestic body began to expand. Terrifying muscles and ferocious blue veins appeared. Amid the crackling sound, his body raised a piece at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Countless tentacles wrapped around him tightly, and in the surging terrible energy, they seemed to have seen something terrifying. They were as if they were electrocuted and moved away from the orc's body, collapsed in the void, and disappeared.
Little by little divine light emerged.
The burly and majestic body of the half-orc is wrapped in an almost invisible light golden divine barrier. Just a glance gives people an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
After careful observation, you can even find that as his body suddenly elevated, the wound left by Brian had long been sealed by tough muscles. It had been pierced through the heart, but it looked like a trivial scar at this moment.
"Go to die!!!"
Looking at Brian, who was still standing calmly on the spot, the orcs were unintentionally angry, and his clear eyes were replaced by red again. He raised his heavy battle axe and slashed hard towards the hard ground.
"boom!"
Following Brian's direction, heavy tomahawks the size of a door panel bombarded the ground. The floor of the hall floated and rippled like the calm water surface was broken, and a deep crack was cracked. Then the buildings around Brian collapsed, and with countless debris, they fell from the ceiling, filling the terrifying smell of rock shattering.
Looking at the battle results he had caused, the blood-red eyes of the orc immediately penetrated the dust and locked on Brian's figure.
In his opinion, his attack was enough to interrupt the opponent's prepared spells.
However, when he saw the other party's safe and sound figure clearly, he immediately showed a stunned expression. Not only did his attack not interrupt the casting of the spell, the spell the other party was releasing was about to be prepared, so that even the air seemed to have a heart-wrenching energy.
After realizing this situation, the orc's face changed slightly. Although he seemed to be lively at this moment, he was just using the divine power given by the Dark Monarch to make the final support. If the time limit is over, he would immediately fall into a state of extreme weakness. By that time, even a civilian who was tracing a pitchfork could kill him.
Without hesitation, he picked up the heavy battle axe and rushed towards Brian.
At this moment, a large light blue light suddenly appeared in front of the orc, blocking his way. When he was confused, the howling sound of breaking through the air sounded. A dark blue tail, the thickness of an adult's thigh, slapped hard on the divine barrier of the orc who was caught off guard.
Although he was unscathed in the face of this attack, the powerful impact force involved his injuries, causing him to open his mouth and spew out blood. The strong pain rushed straight into his brain, making him almost faint, and his burly and upright body flew backwards.
With the help of strong inertia, the orc lifted the heavy battle axe. When his body was about to hit the wall, he instantly took over the control of his body. His legs stomped on the wall, leaving two cracks and dents, then jumped up again, raised the battle axe high, and slashed at the dragon skeleton golem that had just sneaked into his attack.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a sharp sound like heavy metal smashing glass, it floated in the spacious underground hall, flapping its wings and soaring into the air. The dragon skeleton golem trying to block the road was hard to stop. It was directly hit by the battle axe. The powerful force burst out, smashing its huge dragon body to the ground like a cannonball.
The moment the dragon body with a crystal luster flashed with crystal luster was smashed to the ground, dense cracks appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wings on the left were used as the center point of the force, and only the skeletons inside were chopped by the heavy axe, as if they would break at any time.
The orc didn't care about appreciating his success and locked in Brian, who was not far from him again. The distance between the two was obviously only a hundred meters, and it could be reached in a flash.
But for him, it seemed out of reach.
He was about to move, and a fierce spiritual energy hit his mind like a heavy hammer, causing his body to pause suddenly and froze in place again.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a spiritual crystal servant with a cat's head as big as a fist, standing on a hanging sword, his black agate-like eyes full of mockery. At the moment when a fog of spiritual energy was floating, countless sharp swords emerged out of thin air, like a storm, overwhelming over the orcs.
——"Advanced Roaring Technique!"
Feeling the provocative eyes of the Spirit Crystal servant, the orc roared angrily, and the wild roar sounded. The terrifying sound waves shook the air into circles of ripples that were enough to crush the hard rocks. The sword rain in the sky was completely shattered without any surprise, turning into light and dissipating in the air.
Even Brian was affected by the orc's sound wave attack, and he instantly activated a sound wave trigger technique that he set up in advance, resisting it without any danger.
At the same time, with the delay of the Dragon Skeleton Golem and the Spirit Crystal servant, the legendary magic prepared by Brian finally accumulated energy.
Accompanied by the last obscure and difficult spell that was full of powerful power, the moment when the staff in his hand pointed at the orc, a seemingly invisible aura that contained magnificent energy gushed out. In an instant, the space around the orc seemed to have been pressed and frozen in place.
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A light golden light appeared, like a warm and gentle breeze, blowing across the orc's body, and the divine shield that enveloped him suddenly melted like ice and snow at a rapid speed.
The orc's body, which was inflated due to violence, was like a leaky ball, shrinking to the naked eye. Even the magical aura flashed on the heavy battle axe in his hand was extinguished in an instant.
In just a blink of an eye, the orc Manrathon became an extremely weak and shaky and seriously injured person. The blood hole in his chest was like a faucet, gushing out shocking red and black blood.
Seeing the effects caused by the legendary spell, Brian nodded with satisfaction.
As he expected, this spell is by no means an ordinary dispersal magic, and it is not at all inferior to the legendary spell of the same type.
Because this was directly given to him by the god of spell Azus, so that he could easily learn without spending time, energy, and resources.
The reason for this is that this is naturally inseparable from the powerful power of the true god. After he mastered the legendary spell, he had already noticed that this spell unexpectedly contained a trace of divine power from the God of the Wizard.
In this case, the best effect is to face the barrier opened by the orcs that was given to him by the Dark Monarch Class.
After all, only divine power can effectively target divine power.
On the other side, the orc who was instantly beaten back to its original form immediately felt a severe pain surging like a tide, and his consciousness was constantly dissipating. His eyelids were as if they were hanging on a thousand pounds. The dark ruling from the Dark Trade Network was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue, letting the pain stimulate his senses and calm him down.
Then, he quickly activated the password of a magical equipment hidden in his chest. This was a one-time life-saving prop given to him by the dark monarch voter Bozor before he set out from Santir Castle, which could help him break any space blockade and appear in a place he set up in advance.
As the props were activated, the weak orc who was about to fall on his back suddenly was wrapped in a thick and strange black mist. After avoiding the deadly spell that Brian had come, he disappeared into the spacious hall.
Seeing the orc Manrathon disappearing through the life-saving teleportation spell, Brian's calm and composed expression did not show too many accidents, as if he didn't care that the other party would run away at all.
But that doesn't mean that he will let the cooked duck fly away.
Brian stood there, contemplating slightly, tracking through the psychic teleportation. His mind instantly locked to the orc's position, and immediately disappeared from the spot through the teleportation spell.
Under the bleak moonlight, what appeared before the Orc Manrathon was a desolate and dilapidated ruin in Shadow Valley.
This is where Ilminster, the sage of Shadow Valley, once lived. After he was attacked by the assassins of the City of Ghost, his tower was destroyed into ruins by explosions, leaving only the burnt foundations and some broken and blackened stones.
The extremely weak orc was gasping violently, and blood in his chest could not stop flowing, but he didn't care. He just stood up with a battle axe with difficulty, straightened his back, and for a brief moment when he looked around with vigilance, the dim space was slightly distorted, and then a light blue teleportation light suddenly appeared.
Seeing this situation, the Dark Judgment of the Dark Intelligence Network immediately guessed with his rich combat experience that this was definitely the spellcaster who had tracked it down here through some kind of spell.
After confirming that, the orcs were not panicked, but instead showed a hint of joy in their fierce eyes.
He chose the place where the life-saving props are located, not to choose at will, but to choose after careful consideration.
After all, there was a terrible battle here.
When the Shadow Valley Sage used silver fire to attack Terramante, the Supreme King of the Holy City, because Terramante was a ghost creature transformed by Ms. Lost through the energy of the Shadow Magic Net, and Silver Fire was the energy representing the essence of the magic net.
The big explosion caused by the encounter between these two substances directly opened a gap in the Nine Prisons of Barto. Although the space here has been forced to close from the interior of Barto Hell by Ilminster, the consequences caused the outside has not been completely repaired, resulting in the delay of any teleportation spell here.
Seeing the twisted teleportation array gradually appearing in his sight, the orc's mouth unconsciously curled a sneer. He forced himself to lift his energy and tightened the battle axe in his hand.
When Brian's figure emerged at an abnormal speed, the orc glared at his eyes, let out a roar at the top of his lungs, raised his giant axe and greeted him without hesitation.
In the underground hall of Kragg Castle, the moment he learned that he could not defeat the spellcaster, he thought of this method, so after being hit by the legendary spell, he deliberately showed a weak state of dying.
In fact, as a devout believer of the Dark Monarch, in addition to being able to release a divine barrier to protect himself, he also hides another divine power, and this power brings powerful attack power.
Accompanied by the howling sound of breaking through the air, the orc's heavy battle axe suddenly burst out with a golden light representing divine power, as if mixed with a mighty power that would destroy the world, spreading towards the surroundings.
The heavy battle axe wrapped in light golden light roared out, with powerful power, and then slashed at Brian's body, who had just escaped from the twisted space and emerged from the teleportation array.
As the attack hit, I saw the enemy temporarily shattering layers of defensive barriers under his powerful attack. As soon as the orc smiled, the corner of his mouth froze on his face again.
At this moment, his mood seemed to fall into hell without any obstacles from heaven.
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Looking at the enemy's body distorted and dissipated like solid energy, and emitted a scorching and violent energy, the dark verdict of the Dark Intelligence Network's eyes filled with victory were instantly replaced by fear and despair, which made him unable to help but curse, "My fuck..."
However, before he finished speaking, he triggered the attack spell of the simulus, which was swallowed by the roaring flames. The bright flames reflected the surroundings of the ruined tower as if a large fire cloud was burning.
On the other hand, seeing the prompts of gaining experience, a smile unconsciously floated across the corner of Brian's mouth. The tricks like the orcs were considered outdated to him.
In the past, he not only experienced unlucky experiences in the game many times, but he was even very good at this method.
Therefore, at the moment when the orc escaped, he almost believed that there was absolutely deception in it, so he did not rush to catch up. Instead, he created his own clone through simula, blessed the attack spell, and let it teleport over.
Obviously, this dark ruling of the Dark Trade Network really had a hand. If he was really careless about it, he might be in a mess on the spot.
After the battle, Brian waved his hand and put away the endless spiritual crystal servants and the dragon skeleton golem that were still there and the seemingly scrapped golem.
With his current ability, the strength of the Dragon Skeleton Golem can no longer keep up with him. When there is enough time, he must find a way to modify it well.
With the death of the Dark Judgmenter, Brian's mission to explore the underground of the castle became much smoother. In more than ten minutes, he found the secret room where Manrathon lived.
Two oil lamps and two braziers bake this luxurious room warmly. In the lower left corner of the room is a four-legged bed, a brazier at the foot of the bed, an oil lamp and a book on the head of the bed - "How to develop a career of faith under the guidance of the great, glorious, correct Bain". In the upper left corner is a very luxurious wardrobe made of Zaran Talmud.
On the center of the right side of the room is a desk with another oil lamp on it.
Quills, ink bottles, seals, and countless books and parchment were placed scattered on the table, recording the supply status of Shadow Valley, letters from high priests, equipment needs, reinforcements, etc.
On the left side of the desk is an exquisite bookshelves with glass doors. All the books here should have been stolen from Shadow Valley. After carefully organizing them, Brian suddenly found an unexpected message in a very thin book.
The information recorded above made him very interested: the valley calendar was 1358DR, a turbulent year, which was the year of the famous saint catastrophe.
In another world of main material planes called ‘Earth’.
An adventurer code-named ‘N’ collected all kinds of experiences and deeds from the Faren continent from Ilminster, the sage of the Shadow Valley, and eventually disappeared.
Seeing this news, Brian was so shocked that he almost dropped the book on the ground.
If his memory is not wrong, the code name of the maker of the creator of the high-tech game that is known as a transcendent era in the real world seems to be ‘N’.
This is obviously no coincidence.
"It seems that only Ilminster himself knows about this." Brian whispered to himself, then put away all the books and precious items in the room.
Chapter completed!