The five fireballs flew into the control room at different speeds and in different directions. Finally, they arrived at the same location and exploded together.

The red flames swept through the entire control room, but did not reach the core of Eola in the middle.

Except for the core of Eola, the ground, walls and dome were all filled with flames. The temperature of the fiery flames was extremely restrained. It did not burn the rune circle, but it did not leave any dead ends, leaving Kersted nowhere to hide and was immediately killed. Burned out.

It was suspended in the air, and a necromantic shield composed of countless twisted faces blocked the flames.

A gorgeous magic robe could not cover its bony body, its hands as dry as chicken feet held a staff, and its pale face had no trace of flesh and blood, only dry and wrinkled human skin was left, revealing two black nostrils. The eye sockets were deeply sunken, and two dark blue undead fires burned inside.

Even so, it could be seen that Kersted was in a state of extreme shock.

It seemed that it couldn't believe that the four natural disaster giants it created were all wiped out in a single encounter.

So that when he was forced to show up, he didn't respond in time.

Seeing its inhuman appearance, Ansyverdas was uglier than a few years ago, and couldn't help but stunned, and did not immediately cast spells to attack.

He turned around and instructed, "You keep the exit."

Then a man walked into the control room.

"Teacher..." Kersted said, his voice was dry and sharp, as unpleasant as scratching glass with a blade, and there was no panic in his tone. This "teacher" had no emotion, but the most indifferent mockery. .

Anseldorf stood on the ground, raised his head and said, "Since the day you betrayed Wezeland, you are no longer my student. Between the student and the slave, you chose to be a slave."

"Hey hey hey..."

Kersted laughed sharply and retorted: "If you can make me promoted to Holy Soul and get immortality, then I am also willing to be your slave."

"I don't need slaves."

Anse Waldos's expression did not change at all, "You think, I said that you took refuge with the Death Lord? This is just a secondary issue. I regret that a student who has followed me for hundreds of years has become a superpower. It's a pity that my slaves don't know it, and it took me so long to teach."

"you!"

The flames in Kersted's eyes twitched rapidly. It was only a few years old that it had just been transformed into a lich, but it still retained a few emotions, and was immediately stimulated.

It shouted angrily: "Anse Verdas, do you think I would like to do this?"

"If I don't rely on the master, I will grow old and die in at most 40 years. I have worked hard for more than 600 years in order to be promoted to the Holy Soul Wizard, and I have never slackened a day. I have finally reached the legendary peak. Is it worthy of an old and dead ending?"

"You keep telling me to pursue the truth and go further on the road of magic."

"But if I can't live, how can I pursue the truth?"

"How do I continue my magical path?"

"Teacher, you tell me!" Kersted accused loudly, because he was too emotional, like falling into madness, his skinny body trembled, filled with endless anger and helplessness, and roared: "You tell me what to do? "

Ansyverdas was silent.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he replied, "I have given you a lot of help and imparted all my knowledge to you."

"Not enough!"

Kersted retorted fiercely, with a look of resentment: "This is far from enough, at least not comparable to your help to Ren Augustus!"

Ansyverdas raised his eyelids, "Ren's achievements today are his own efforts, and have nothing to do with me."

Kersted sneered, obviously disbelieving.

Anse Waldos didn't explain much, and said in a deep voice: "After all, you are lacking in talent and lacking some luck. It is your predetermined destiny not to be able to be promoted to the Holy Soul. It doesn't matter, you shouldn't go down this evil path."

"Repent!"

"I'll make you die a little more happier."

Anse Verdas issued an ultimatum, the fire elements all over his body gathered, and the Achais Scepter lit up with a scorching fire.

"Hahahaha..." Korsted burst into laughter, pointed at Anse Verdas without fear, and said proudly, "Do you think you can kill me? As long as I don't die, you'll never want to get Iraqi The control of the core of Aura, the floating city will always belong to me!"

boom!

Anse Verdas slammed the staff to the ground, and countless flames erupted, spreading like lightning throughout the control room, forming a field of flames that enveloped himself and Kersted.

There is a vacancy in the flame field, which will not affect the core of Eola.

At the same time, five fireballs flew out and split into twenty-five in an instant, rapidly expanding to the size of a basket, and suddenly disappeared from the field.

In the next instant, fireballs appeared around Kersted, causing chain explosions.

A roaring explosion shook the control room.

Kersted stretched out a gray-white force field to protect himself. This is the Nether Realm, which can be isolated from the main material realm and placed in an independent space to avoid all damage.

The Nether Realm was destroyed by a fireball in an instant.

But before the collapse, Kersted had expected this result, teleported to the other side of the control room in advance, used the core of Eola as a barrier, and the magic robe on his body stimulated the nine-ring frozen orb. It was thrown directly under the feet and exploded, and the extremely low-temperature frost covered half of the control room and extinguished the flames.

Suddenly, the control room turned into a world where ice and fire collided.

However, it only lasted for less than a second.

The flame field just stagnated for a while before regaining the upper hand, the frost melted, and the frozen area quickly retreated.

A series of nine-ringed fireballs flashed in close pursuit.

Kersted didn't panic, raised his bone-like hands and flicked his fingers, and the dark green sacs of meat **** faced the fireball, bursting apart on the way, reducing the power of the fireball, and the high temperature of the explosion. The flame was blocked by a bone wall again, and ultimately failed to cause damage.

Between resisting the fireball, Kersted also threw a number of spells at Anse Verdas.

Withering!

Howl of the Banshee!

Extremely Effective Weakness Technique!

Curse of Weakness!

Bone Spear!

The Bone Cage!

Advanced Dispelling Magic!

A finger of death!

Most of these spells are of the eighth level, and a few are of the ninth level, and all of them are instant cast, far beyond the normal spellcasting ability of Kersted. To the strength of casters above level 30.

But if you choose to cast spells, it will not be able to continuously transmit the army of undead in the lower layer of the floating city.

Controlling the wizarding group outside and the four teams in the middle layer immediately reduced the pressure.

A frenzy of magic came surging.

Anse Verdas responded with only one spell, and that was fireball!

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

He stood still, and a series of huge fireballs were generated from the top of the staff and sprayed out at high speed, like a cannon with infinite firepower.

Each fireball would split into five, flying along different trajectories, and eventually reaching the same destination, continuing to track Colestead flashing everywhere, and then exploding, leaving it exhausted.

The explosion didn't stop for half a second.

Even, sometimes there will be dozens of explosions in a second, superimposed into a big explosion.

Most of the spells released by Kersted were evaporated by the high temperature as soon as they entered the realm of flames. Anse Verdas directly ignored them. The few ninth-ring spells that could reach him were always blocked by fireballs in time to blow them up.

Even a spell like Curse of Weakness that has no flight path and falls directly on the casting target, the fireball can be accurately detonated, destroying the effect of the spell.

There is nothing that a fireball can't solve.

If one fireball is not enough, then two, three, four, five...

Anse Waldos has been studying fireball all his life.

His understanding and application of this spell are superb. No one in the world understands fireballs better than him, even Master Ogulevi would be resigned.

After the first wave of spell confrontation, Kersted couldn't stand it anymore.

Even with the support of Eola's core, it was still chased by the fireball and fled, and did not dare to approach the control room on the side where Ansyverdas was located. A little, barely survived.

But it's just lingering.

In no more than two minutes at most, Kersted will be killed by the fireball.

There was no sign of fear on its face, and it tried its best to use various spells to resist the explosion of the fireball, while screaming fearlessly: "My phylactery is in the hands of the master, when I am resurrected, no matter where the floating city is, I will All will be taken back!"

"Unless you destroy the floating city, but you must be reluctant."

"Ha ha ha ha...."

Kersted's laughter echoed throughout the floating city, and suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something, and shouted in panic, "No! My phylactery..."

The sudden change made his reaction half a beat slower.

A string of fireballs took the opportunity to break through and exploded continuously at the same point on the undead shield. The flame power was concentrated in the same direction to achieve the maximum effect.

The undead shield was instantly blown through.

Kersted's body burned to ashes in the next instant, leaving no bones.

However, Anse Verdas didn't stop, and the dozen or so fireballs turned around and flew towards another position in the control room.

Suicide!

The one who was killed just now was just a magic double.

As soon as Kersted's figure appeared, he was hit on the face by a string of fireballs, and the necromantic shield was exploded as soon as it opened, killing him again.

Chain Accident!

Ansyverdas was still casting spells, and he had already seen through everything.

Ten identical Kersteds appeared in the control room, each of which looked like a real body, opened the necromantic shield to resist the fireball, and threw various spells at Anse Verdas at the same time.

While manipulating the fireballs to destroy these mirror images, Anse Verdas released a dimensional anchor to a certain space, followed by a series of fireballs.

Kersted, who was teleporting to another world, was immediately interrupted.

It flashed to avoid the fireball, and with a flash in front of its eyes, it found that it was like a self-inflicted snare, and it happened to be caught by a huge flame palm.

The giant palm clenched inward, and with a snap, the undead shield was immediately crushed.

The flames burned on Kersted's body, the robes and magic items were instantly burned, and the skin was blackened and cracked, causing it to scream. Black chains emerged from the void, entangling Korsted, who was almost streaking, blocking its connection with space, and could no longer cast teleportation spells.

A soul binding technique fell, cutting off the connection between its soul and the outside world, and it could no longer control the floating city through the core of Eola.

Suddenly, Kersted was unable to move.

The battle in the control room finally stopped, and the flame field subsided.

At this moment, Ren walked in from outside the door of the control room, holding a warhammer in one hand and a fine gray-blue iron box in the other.

When Kersted saw this iron box, the fire of the undead in his eyes skyrocketed, and he struggled frantically.

Until now, it's still unbelievable.

"This is impossible!"

"My phylactery is hidden in a demiplane, how did you find out?"

"No! Even if you find out, it's impossible to get in so quickly. Tell me, how did you get my phylactery?"

Korsted screamed in despair, his skeleton-like face completely contorted.

"teacher."

Ren handed the phylactery to Anse Waldos, and then looked at Kersted, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but did not answer its question.

Ansyverdas looked at the phylactery in his hand and was surprised.

It was only now that he knew that Kersted hid the phylactery in the demi-plane, and even if he were himself, he would not be able to crack the entrance to the demi-plane so quickly.

Moreover, Kersted must have prepared other arrangements in the demiplane.

In less than three minutes from opening the control room to subduing Kersted, Ren actually got the phylactery.

This kind of means and efficiency, let alone Kersted can't believe it, other people can't understand it.

Anseldorf nodded and praised, "Well done!"

"It's just an effort." Ren smiled lightly.

Others thought he was humble, but it was really just a little effort. He didn't open the magic door himself, but let a mirror do it.

The magic door of the demi-plane can identify the intruder, and the moment the door key is opened, the "otherworld vortex" is triggered, swallowing the mirror image and teleporting it to an unknown plane, and the mirror image soon disappears.

That half is second only to the Floating City in importance to Kersted. It is not large in size, with a diameter of only about a kilometer. Kersted keeps his most precious wealth in it, and has carefully arranged Protect the magic circle, block space transmission and invasion.

In addition to the rune formation, there is an ancient frost dragon.

It was transformed into a bone dragon, enslaved by Kersted, and guarded the phylactery at all times.

Floating City, Half Plane, Ancient Dragon!

The phylactery has triple insurance, and Kersted has done it to the extreme, but it is useless in front of Rennes.

The strongest fortresses are often breached from within.

When Gotham City's army appeared inside the floating city, it was doomed to fail.

Ren didn't even enter the half plane in person, three mirror images went in, two turned on the anti-magic force to entangle the frost dragon, and one was directly teleported to the rune magic circle, and easily got the life-guarding phylactery that was strictly guarded. to ten seconds.

"Korsted, please repent." Anse Verdas said with the phylactery.

"teacher...."

Kersted, who was controlled by the giant flame palm and the void chain, finally realized his situation, the flames in his eyes flickered a few times, and trembled: "I don't dare to ask for forgiveness from the teacher, it's all my own. s Choice."

It looked up at Anse Waldos and raised its voice a little.

"Teacher, I really want to be promoted."

"I want to live so that I can continue to explore the truth of magic, always follow the teacher's side, and listen to the teacher's teaching."

"From the beginning, I didn't want to be bad for Wezeland, but I couldn't help myself. The Death Lord controlled my will and body, and I couldn't disobey his orders."

"I really didn't mean to hurt Wezeland..."

The Holy Soul Lich cried with tears in her eyes, and a trace of pity flashed in Anse Verdas' eyes, looking at the phylactery in her hand with a complicated expression.

The army of undead outside the control room stopped attacking, the battle had stopped, and the Wezeland wizards also heard Kersted's words, and they were all silent.

Ren watched coldly, without interjecting.

Of course, the teacher will not spare Kersted just because of a few words, otherwise, he will not be able to convince the public, and he will not be able to explain to the wizards and residents who died under the hands of the Scourge.

But people are not plants.

Kersted has followed the teacher for hundreds of years. They are both teachers and students and they are like father and son. They have made a lot of contributions to Weizeland. Now they have to personally end Kersted's life. I don't think it tastes good.

Ren's Soul Eye has been watching Kersted.

Although I can't see its elements clearly, I can sense its emotional changes. These words of repentance are true and sincere, not lies.

But truth be told, Kersted's soul was shrouded in black.

This is hatred!

The undead creature's hatred for the living, it confided its heart only to cover up its intentions, delaying the time to crack the soul binding technique, rather than really wanting to regret it.

Ren sneered in his heart and got ready.

Anse Waldos broke the silence and sighed: "Korsted, on the day you betrayed Wezeland, you should have thought of what happened today."

"Teacher!" Kersted looked terrified, "I don't want to die!"

"You must die."

Without any hesitation, Ansyverdas flashed fire in his hand and began to destroy the phylactery, and said loudly, "This is the ending you deserve, and dying at my hands is the last mercy to you."

"Then let's die together!"

Kersted's expression became extremely ferocious, as if he had lost all reason, and shouted frantically: "With so many people buried with me, it is worth dying for me! Wezeland was destroyed by my hands, and since then in the world Removed, hahahaha..."

The faces of the wizards changed greatly.

Speaker Ronnie hurriedly shouted, "It's going to detonate Eola..."

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the whole world was quiet.

The time inside and outside the control room stopped, the air stopped flowing, everything seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and the wizards remained motionless, completely losing their ability to think, unable to move, like a freeze-frame picture.

Kersted kept his mouth open and shouted frantically, the fire of the undead in his eyes solidified.

When time stops, only one thing and two people can still function.

One thing is the core of Eola, it is not affected.

One of the two was Ren, who had already raised the key to the door to the limit, and a simple bronze door appeared in his eyes, as if it was made of countless transparent worms. brilliance.

The time stop only allowed him to pause for a moment before regaining his freedom.

Then, Ren's mind jumped in front of Kersted, waved Thor's hammer, and smashed its head and whole body into powder with one hammer Almost at the same second, Ansewo Dawes destroys the Philosopher.

The sturdy charcoal is first melted into molten iron and then evaporated away without leaving a trace.

He looked at the still scene around him, and his expression was extremely shocked, as if he was more shocked than Korsted wanting to blow himself up and die with everyone. Kersted's mind was completely within his grasp, and even if there was no time to stop, it was too late to detonate the core of Eola.

"This...."

Anseldorf opened his mouth to speak, but made no sound.

Sound cannot travel when time stops.

Although he was only slightly affected, his movements became a little slower, but his thinking was normal and he was still able to cast spells and fight. He found the spellcaster whose time stopped at a glance. At the door of the control room, a thin figure in a black magic robe and holding a straight staff emerged.

Raistlin!

Anse Waldos was stunned in his eyes, and then felt a little unbelievable, Ren's clone actually mastered the time stop!

Tick ??tock! tick...

The slow and fast six seconds ended, and at the last second, the pale-faced Raistlin nodded slightly to Answorth and disappeared.

Time resumes its flow.

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