"Ms. Seviara."

The ethereal voice of the Elf Miss sounded in the chaotic sound of water, and it penetrated into everyone's hearts like a heart-inspiring agent.

Holding a big book in her hand, the golden light rose from the pages and poured into the magic barrier that had not yet broken above her head, making it gradually stable.

Seviara flew up from the side, nodded and said softly: "I'm ready."

The fairy witch said, slowly lifting her hands, and only heard the sound of breaking through the soil beneath her. Then the thick and long plant roots spread rapidly in the soil, and trees rose up one by one, and in a few breaths, they woven into a tree house, guarding everyone inside.

"They want to rely on natural incarnation to isolate Vishlingen's invasion?" Sogel frowned. He knew that Miss Elf was whispering to Seviara before, but he did not expect that they were studying this matter.

"What about feasibility?" Evans asked.

"It's hard to say...I don't think this is realistic." Sogel shook his head. "This is not much different from Evans's change in your terrain. Ms. Seviara's plants are not purely magical creatures... Her ability is almost like rapid growth, and these plants are real."

"Will that not the magic attack on Vishlingen still have no effect?"

Sogel did not answer. He looked at the elf lady in the middle of the team and whispered: "Here you come."

The next moment, everyone's eyes were filled with golden light.

A series of golden particles fell from the air, and they came from this tree house that protected everyone. The elf lady standing in the center chanted the words of prayer in a low voice, causing the buzzing magic sounds to gradually sound in everyone's ears.

This buzzing sound does not make people feel irritable. As time passes by minute by minute, it is changing, changing into the sound of flowing water in the clear spring, changing into the sound of wind passing through the treetops, and the sound of leaves rubbing into the sound of deer sounds made by the deer jumping out of the bushes.

It's all the sound of the forest.

Even with these sounds alone, an endless, dense deep forest has been built in the fantasy of everyone. Even the Auditorey siblings who have never seen the big forest have all expressed a calm and appropriate expression.

I completely forgot that they were in the tide of Vishlingen at this time.

At this time, the barrier of Juvo Island had been completely torn apart, and the surging sea water was pouring down and raging in the square.

The remaining sea god guards standing on the high ground watched helplessly as the sea water approached, and from time to time, they poked out a huge mouth from the sea water and dragged people into the sea water.

"Sir Yurila, save us, save us!"

"Biedo, where is the Bishop's Covenant?"

In their horror, a huge sea water turned into a giant beast's figure, entangling the mage tower that had caused countless troubles to it. The inscriptions of the magic circles were simultaneously inspired, trying to resist the invasion from Vishlingen, but they could not even interfere with it.

Under the huge force of breaking, the tenacious mage tower made waves of shattering sounds coming from the inside.

At this moment, the magic power suddenly expanded in the sky, and a bright lightning fell from the sky, slashing on the giant beast, causing it to make a dull low growl, and the shape made of water was covered by lightning in an instant.

"Biography, it was the Bishop who took action!"

The Seaguards became excited in an instant, and they all turned their eyes to the direction of St. Mill's Church. If it were their bishop, if it was the leader of the famous Harbor Temple, Stanny Clemens, his figure would definitely appear on the tower of St. Mill's Church in time, waving his cane to fight against the monster.

But when they looked there, their excited expressions became dull.

Thick black clouds with red light surged in. They were at extremely high and far away, and came in a magnificent and violent manner, covering the entire sea area in the blink of an eye.

The air is heating up rapidly, and fire elements that should not have been abundant in the marine environment are gathering rapidly.

Then, from the clouds, a black rock poked out his head.

It fell from the sky, dragging the scorching red tail flame behind it.

Then there is the second, the third, and the fourth - countless meteorites covering the entire Juvo Island waters.

"The forbidden mantra is a forbidden mantra, an indiscriminate forbidden mantra!"

Finally someone realized what they were facing.

The messy cries occupied the remaining surviving areas, the sea water was still eroding, the meteorites came to trial, and they were destined to die here.

———————

The sky is red and the world is scorching. When Cyril emerged from the passage opened by Yurira for himself, he found himself standing at the top of St. Mir's Church, above a tower.

"How long will it take for the meteorites of the Doomsday Trial to fall?"

He couldn't figure out how long it took until Stanny Clemens's spell to tear apart the scrolls and when he returned to the ground now.

The forbidden spell-level spell Doom Judgment belongs to the "guided spell" and has a very long waiting process. However, the difference between it and other guided spells is that the Doom Judgment will not be interrupted after the fire cloud is formed, but the attack effect appears relatively late.

From the meteorite poking out of the clouds to the meteorite falling to the ground, this is the "guidance" process of the entire spell.

Cyril raised his head, the huge rocks in the sky were filled with oppression, so hot that his back was covered with sweat in an instant; but his falling speed did not seem to be very fast, and it was still quite a distance from the ground.

This may be the doomsday judgment, which is one of the best range and lethality in the forbidden curse level, and is given the kindness before the final judgment of the world.

But this kind time will also be consumed by another disaster.

His eyes were directed in front of him. The mage tower was controlled by Vishlingen. The giant beast was covered with thunder at this moment, but he still did not choose to release the mage tower.

Before the Doomsday Trial arrives, kill "Vishlingen", and then use the unexpendable power of Yurira to protect the La Rochelle people under the Doomsday Trial—

This plan makes people have their heartbeats faster just by thinking about it, compete for time with forbidden spells, and fight against monsters in the first era. Even if there are ten more versions in the game, Cyril cannot imagine such a scene.

But at this moment, such a thing really happened to me.

He held the spear [Shrakhoden] of the Sea God's hand tightly. His body was in a perfect state at this moment, his wounds were all repaired, and his magic power was extremely abundant. After a little adjustment, the listening technique immediately unfolded.

[The Call of the Sea God] Let his wind-listening technique be easily spread out at the home court of the ocean, and his perception instantly spread to Vishlingen - he did not have an intuitive concept of Vishlingen's power, and it is now necessary to have a correct examination.

Vishlingen's body is not completely evolved from magic, and sea water accounts for at least 90%. Every movement of it is loaded with heavy pressure from the sea water. To be honest, even if you eat the aftermath of its attack, you will be beaten to pieces by it.

But such a huge body must have a core - not to mention that before Vishlingen was unsealed, the external appearance that it swallowed was driven away by Yurira, and its core could not be too huge...

If you imagine the front of you as a battlefield, and Vishlingen's body is an army of ten thousand people, then what Cyril has to do is to find the "general" among them and attack Huanglong.

He tried it repeatedly with the wind two or three times, but the sea water layer was too thick and his wind could not enter at all.

Have you only been rushing in and looking for it?

Cyril gritted his teeth. He had no idea what Yurira's power was, and he could not grasp how long he could play it out.

There is and only one chance.

He thought to himself, and was about to move forward, but behind him, Jindreid's cold voice sounded:

"Look, front."

He squinted his eyes as Jindreid pointed his finger, and he couldn't believe his eyes-

What she is referring to is the mage tower that is being bullied by Vishlingen. The entire mage tower is overwhelmed and seems to be about to be broken at any time.

However, at this moment, a dark figure was crawling upward with bare hands in the outer wall of the Mage Tower and the sea waters of Vishlingen!

Who is that?

A bad premonition appeared in Cyril's heart. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and soon saw a faint purple-black shadow covering the man's body-

Alvin Saxon!

When did he leave the magic plain?

He is climbing the Mage Tower, and it is the Mage Tower that is about to be destroyed by Vishlingen?

Didn’t he go to give Veshlingen meat?

But the next moment, Cyril immediately denied this idea.

No, it is absolutely impossible.

Alvin Saxon, who stood after Stanny Clemens' conspiracy, extended a big hand early and held the whole situation in his hand.

The emergence of Vishlingen was led by him, and the slave trade in New Orway Port was initiated by him. He did too many things that Cyril knew and did not know, and every step must have his purpose.

He dominated the slave trade in order to find another part of the "Isis Feather"; so what did he summon Vishlingen for?

While he was thinking, Evan Saxon was still climbing up rapidly, getting closer and closer to the spire of the Mage Tower. Jindred beside him stared at Evan Saxon's back, his pupils shrank into a line, and his throat kept making "hoho" sounds.

"Can't let him stay close!"

"Do you know something?" Cyrill asked, not receiving a reply from Jindred, but he had already half-squatted and temporarily put [Shrakhoden] aside.

Then he took out the alchemy weapon he had purchased from the space bracelet.

【longbow】.

The silver crossbow arrow was placed on the string, and he steadily held the longbow on his arm. The blue wind quietly wrapped the entire crossbow arrow. As he pulled the class, a long blue stream tail was dragged out in the air and roared towards Alvin Saxon.

"Woo--"

The sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the wind is like a sob, piercing through the splashing water in the air, tearing a half-person-wide channel in the fog rising from the high temperature environment.

Alvin Saxon was climbing with his head down, and was stunned when he heard the sound, but the next second he reacted, and the purple-black magic was about to gush out, and his body had already trembled violently.

The arrow was accurately inserted into his back, like a heavy hammer, hitting his back with a huge force, which almost couldn't grasp the overall smooth surface of the Mage Tower and almost fell down.

But he gritted his teeth hard and did not look back. The huge tail evolved from the purple-black magic behind him danced back and forth like a shield, trying to block the next attack.

The young Count was still standing in the distance, and the second crossbow arrow was already on the string.

He calculated the movement trajectory of Ivan Saxon, and the green wind once again sang a crossbow arrow, and a force was quietly climbing from the coral portrait; this time the wind was like a spiral, superimposing it into a pointed arrow.

"Zheng!"

This sound of the string is clearer than the previous arrow. Alvin Saxon keenly captured the signal of the arrow leaving the string. He danced his tail to try to block it. When he dodged, he turned his head at the same time, and his pupils immediately contracted to an extreme-

The blue arrow had pierced through the tail transformed by his thick magic power. The blue spiral had a power that his magic power could not resist, which only allowed his magic to act a little bit!
To be continued...