Chapter 412 The Power of the Holy Father (4)

Following the Holy Father's voice, countless eyes appeared out of thin air in the sky.

At first glance, these eyes are not much different from those of normal humans or elves, except that they are slightly larger, about the size of a washbasin. However, each eyeball exudes an indescribable sense of oppression, and that strange aura makes people know instantly that these eyes are not the product of the Dusk Continent.

Evil, spooky, crazy!

You can't sense any positive energy from these eyes at all.

The eyeballs were moving flexibly, and this scene even made Ron feel inexplicably familiar. He had seen similar densely packed eyes in the basement of Andre's family mansion before.

However, there are obvious differences between the two sides.

The monster formed by Archibald's sister, Sally Andre, is more powerful and has more eyeballs on its huge body, at least several thousand. However, it is far less evil and crazy than the eyeballs in front of him.

There are probably several hundred eyeballs scattered randomly on top of his head. Although not that exaggerated, every eyeball is releasing heart-pounding madness and despair.

Even Ron, the moment he peeked into those eyeballs, felt his soul trembling uncontrollably.

The next moment, hundreds of eyeballs locked onto Ron almost simultaneously.

Immediately.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Accompanied by the violent sound of air being torn apart, dark rays shot out directly from the eyeballs, like plowing the land, cutting directly along the ground.

Hundreds of rays crisscrossed, forming a large net, trying to completely wrap Ron inside.

Ron's face changed slightly. He didn't know what effect these rays would cause, but he could imagine that it would be very bad. Although his body was protected by dragon scales and defensive magic, it was not a good choice to come into direct contact with these rays in a rash situation.

The speed was increased to the highest level silently, and Ron's body suddenly rushed to the left about two meters away. As soon as his body stopped, more than a dozen rays almost brushed past his body from front, back, left, and right.

It is definitely not an easy task to find even a tiny flaw in this big net woven by rays.

As a burst of green smoke rose, thin but bottomless grooves were cut directly on the ground.

There was even a ray that shot directly along Ron's robe, and a gray-black mark instantly appeared on the snow-white robe, as if it had been scorched in an instant. When the robe fell, just this slight movement, the scorched mark instantly turned into fine ash.

As soon as his body stopped, Ron suddenly raised his right hand, and a stone wall emerged from the ground out of thin air.

The stone wall made a 90-degree turn in mid-air, blocking Ron's head directly like a barrier.

Ron tried to use a wall built of solid rocks to resist the attack from the sky, but he was obviously overthinking it. The two-meter-thick stone wall was not enough to withstand those rays. The lasers bursting out from the evil eyes showed no intention of stopping at all. As the eyeballs turned, they tore dense marks in the air.

Even this thick stone slab was cut into countless small pieces in an instant.

The stone wall may not even last half a second to block the attack.

The next moment, countless lasers shot at Ron almost at the same time. Ron's body seemed to be even more fragile than those stones, and his entire body was cut into minced meat.

When the minced meat was scattered on the ground, it turned into fine crystals.

Like broken glass.

Mirror of Light! The Holy Father's control over these evil eyes was obviously not so perfect. One eye flipped randomly, and the ray swept across the air.

With a hiss, the mountain not far behind was cut diagonally in the middle, and the cut was smooth.

The mountain that was cut off at an angle could not withstand the influence of gravity, and slowly slid down along the cut surface, gradually falling into the bottomless abyss.

The bone dragon in the air suffered an unexpected disaster. Originally, facing those so-called holy envoys, the bone dragon had the upper hand. In a short period of time, more than half of the few holy envoys left were killed, and the number of those still alive was less than a hundred.

In just a few seconds, all these holy messengers would be wiped out.

As a result, more than a dozen skeleton dragons were cut into bone residues by the dense rays. As for the other skeleton dragons, although their fate was not as tragic, it was not much better. Their bodies were pierced with holes one after another, and almost all of them were injured. Even the nether fire that permeated their bodies was weakened a little.

At this moment, half of the remaining forty or so skull dragons continued to chase and kill the holy envoys.

The remaining half simply spread their wings and launched a suicidal charge towards the Holy Father.

The Holy Father was strong enough. Even though these bone dragons were quite powerful, the Holy Father did not take them seriously. He suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers towards a bone dragon.

Soon, there was a crackling sound, and an enormous pressure seemed to suddenly appear around the skull dragon.

The bones of the huge bone dragon, which was dozens of meters long, were shattered and then compressed into a fist-sized sphere. It fell to the ground and directly created a deep pit. It was estimated that the density was extremely amazing.

This scene made Mirabelle terrified.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She knew that the Holy Father was very powerful, but she never expected him to be so powerful.

The legendary bone dragon was killed instantly without any chance of resistance. No wonder I didn't have the slightest chance of resistance in front of him. It was not unfair for me to lose.

Then, he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. The Holy Father's strength was so exaggerated, what would happen to the hero who came to save him?

Even if Ron's body turned into glass shards, Mirabelle was not so scared. She believed that the hero would not die so easily. But now, her heart could not help but worry.

Although one bone dragon was killed instantly, it was obvious that bone dragons without souls and self-will did not know what fear was. They did not care at all about the reality that their companions were killed instantly and continued to rush towards the Holy Father.

Even a few skull dragons changed direction again and rushed directly into the sky.

The move just now is called annihilation.

The Holy Father was very satisfied with the power of annihilation. The only pity was that this move would only work on a single individual and could not kill on a large scale. This was a shortcoming.

Of course, he just wanted to try out the power of this move. Since he gained powerful strength, he has received the inheritance and gifts from the Father God several times, and the mysterious power he holds in his hands is countless.

In addition to the evil eye, there are naturally other abilities that can cause large-scale destruction.

However, apart from the elf before, he has never had the opportunity to display his own strength. He can't use it on his subordinates. After all, he doesn't have many of them. If he has nothing to do and just kills them for fun, they will probably be dead soon.

If one cannot show his powerful strength to others, what is the difference between him and walking in the night in brocade clothes? Immediately, the Holy Father prepared to change his power.

But at this moment, a bone dragon that had just rushed to the Holy Father suddenly had an extremely bright red light in its eyes, and it was even flashing rapidly, like the warning light on a time bomb...

In less than half a second... boom.

The bone dragon exploded.

Chapter 4 　　 　 (End of this chapter)