Chapter 418 Mirabelle's Fear (5)

The meteor falling from the sky was forcibly changed by Ron.

Along with the Holy Father's extremely tragic scream, the meteor flew straight towards the Holy Father's direction.

The Holy Father has used several powerful moves in succession, and the energy loss in his body is extremely serious. He himself lacks combat experience. In his daily battles, even when killing war knights, he relies on absolute strength to crush them. He does not know how to consume as little energy as possible and then create the greatest effect.

Although his strength recovered quickly, for a moment, he ran out of energy.

But it was this short period of time that left him with no chance to dodge the meteor's impact. He could only watch the flames grow bigger and bigger. He could even see the huge meteorite wrapped inside the blazing flames.

Then, the screaming sound stopped abruptly, and the fat body was directly swallowed by the meteor.

On the other side, Ron also forcibly reversed the direction of the falling meteor and quickly retreated.

Of course he knew how exaggerated the impact of a falling meteor was. Even if he was not hit directly, the result would definitely not be good.

Just when Ron had flown a few hundred meters away, a violent impact suddenly came from behind him.

The speed of the shock wave was even faster than the speed of sound. Ron didn't even have time to hear the sound of the meteor falling. A huge force came, and his body was thrown out completely out of control.

And then... nothing happened.

Ron tried to steady himself, but soon found that it was completely futile.

No matter how hard he tried, his body was like a small boat in a storm, tossed up and down by the impact of the chaotic energy.

Since he couldn't keep his body steady, Ron simply gave up and compressed the power of heaven to the extreme. Not long after, a rumbling sound finally exploded in his ears.

The sound was unprecedentedly strong.

Ron's mind was in a daze, and for a moment his brain even lost the ability to think.

All that could be seen before us was the vastness of the sky.

Halfway up the mountain, Mirabelle also saw the red streak passing across the sky. Although she was not very clear about what had happened here, the instinctive fear made Mirabelle shudder.

It is a kind of alertness that comes from the deepest part of the soul.

She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that if she continued to stay here, death would be her only outcome.

At this time, Mirabelle showed the decisiveness in her nature.

The elf stomped its foot on the ground without any hesitation and flew away in an instant. It was not until it flew up that Mirabelle realized that the ban that originally covered the small town had disappeared completely at some point.

She desperately urged the magic power that had just recovered in her body to escape, escape, escape as fast as possible...

He even took out some magic scrolls and potions from the storage ring. Now was not the time to be stingy. The slightest hesitation or stinginess might cost him his life.

It was under this kind of reckless urging that, in just ten seconds, Mirabelle actually rushed out a distance of five or six kilometers, and then... with a hum, a huge force swept over from behind.

Mirabelle's body immediately lost control and was blown away, with her slender body tumbling wildly in the air.

The body that had just recovered suffered serious injuries again.

Fortunately, Mirabelle was far away, already halfway up the mountain, and she had already rushed out five or six kilometers in advance. When the impact spread to Mirabelle, the lethality was not as scary as at the beginning. Otherwise, the Elf Queen would have become the Undead Queen.

But even so, Mirabelle's body was like a fallen leaf, being blown away for several thousand meters before falling heavily to the ground.

Her body was twitching slightly, and before she could get up from the ground, layers of ashes fell on Mirabelle, burying the Elf Queen alive in a short time.

As for those believers at the foot of the holy mountain, they were unlucky for eight generations.

They didn't realize that this was a confrontation between two extremely powerful men and thought that the Father God was angry. It was obvious that the Father God's wrath this time was far more intense than the previous time, and the huge holy mountain collapsed.

Huge rocks rolled down.

Poor these people, no one expected such a situation to happen. Of course, even if they realized something was wrong in advance, with their ordinary bodies, they would have no chance of avoiding it.

Huge rocks rolled down, crushing bodies one by one. Blood spurted out, staining the area scarlet, and then were buried by more rocks behind. In the entire small town, of the remaining 2,000 believers, not a single one survived. They were all dead.

The impact spread very far and finally stopped.

Even the Elf Forest was affected a little.

After more than half an hour, the impact here finally gradually calmed down.

A thick layer of dust covered the ground, making the small town look like a desert.

On the smooth desert, you can see a small bulge... I don’t know how long it has been, but the small bulge suddenly moved, a crack appeared on the surface, and then an arm stretched out from it.

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

The slender arms were randomly scraping the dust around them. After struggling for a long time, a petite figure finally emerged from the dust.

Her whole body was disheveled, and her hair and long skirt had lost their original color, all replaced by dim sand, but from her figure you could still tell that she was a woman. She was like a puppy that had just emerged from the river, shaking her little head vigorously, and fine sand was thrown everywhere.

He kept spitting out things from his mouth.

After a long time, I could finally see the long hair like clouds and the light green color.

The same green eyes looked forward, and then the pair of long pointed ears trembled, and a breath of cold air came out of the mouth.

God.

Where has the holy mountain gone?

That’s right, the holy mountain that was originally divided into four parts just disappeared.

As for the dilapidated buildings in the small town, they disappeared completely, and the already empty city was razed to the ground.

The rubble that was releasing scorching heat and flying everywhere still demonstrated how amazing the previous battle was and how terrible the destructive power was.

Mirabelle was already afraid of the Holy Father's power, but it was not until this time that she realized how terrifying the Holy Father's power was. Of course, the hero who saved her was even more powerful.

With this strength, I'm afraid he can face the high priest Heferson without losing, right?

Immediately, Mirabelle's body shivered. Although there was unbearable heat all around her, she only felt a cool breeze sweeping across her whole body along the soles of her feet.

A pair of big eyes were searching around desperately.

She saw no sign of the Holy Father.

But at the same time, there was no sight of the hero who saved him.

Fear made her lips turn pale.

Where did the hero go? 　Chapter 5 is here 　　 　 (End of this chapter)