Chapter 512 Loren doesn't know what happened to the enemy

The southern border of Nanwantina Territory.

The blood moon hangs high in the sky, creating a summer night filled with war.

The dense jungles and winding rivers outside the city-state seemed extremely agitated in this brutal battle, and were constantly shaken up and down.

"Follow my instructions and support High Priest Loren!"

The border troops along the entire southern border showed their determination to persevere, not fearing the terror of the attacking creatures, and fully assisting High Priest Loren.

After the emergency evacuation of civilians, the elite army has provided as much support as possible in the rear to ensure that it will not interfere with Loren. The magic sky-splitting cannon of the Nanwantina city-state gathered magical power as vast as the stars, and when it reached its peak, it fired an ultra-long-range energy beam that could tear the sky apart, accurately striking the Marquis of Somerset.

Although the magic power can only be replenished by many elite wizards in the absence of the energy station, and the frequency of each launch is greatly reduced, the integrated attack of the magic device with the seventh-level control strength can still pose a small threat to Somerset.

The Heavy Knights formed a Sky Shield Formation, a defensive formation maintained by magic barriers and martial arts, forming an indestructible protective force field like the sky, blocking layer after layer of physical aftermath.

Behind them, the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Fate cast their magic to form a huge protective barrier. The starlight curtain covering the city continuously absorbed and reflected the aftermath of the battle, reducing the pressure on Loren's rear.

Even if the Marquis of Somerset wanted to break through by force, it would take some time.

"High Priest, come on!"

"Mr. Loren! Don't lose!"

People's shouts seemed to be able to transform into Loren's strength. From the angry guards nearby to the trembling civilians in the evacuation area, everyone was shouting his name.

The sky above the southern part of the city was filled with deafening voices, which made the Marquis of Somerset sneer.

Not only is it difficult for him to threaten Loren with civilians now, but he also has to take into account the attacks from the defensive magic equipment of the Nanwantina territory.

"High Priest, are you capable of having a fair fight with me? Without relying on the power of these ants?"

Marquis Somerset dodged a beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and ignored the magical device in the distance. He just locked onto Loren with his scarlet eyes like a prey.

The kingdom's senior magic engineers controlled the city defense building Phantom Shock Tower and used precision magic machinery to generate strong magical interference, which was also having a temporary impact on the Marquis of Somerset.

“…”

Loren ignored the guy.

The wind and thunder once again illuminated the dusty sky and earth. Loren spread out his palms behind the magic barrier, and a golden-green vortex formed in his palms. Boundless magic power like a god gathered towards him and was constantly compressed by him, gradually cutting off all the light around him.

Even the largest army would be annihilated if it were affected by this eighth-level damaging wind magic.

But Loren's attack would only serve to crush the Marquis of Somerset.

"In that case, I'll just kill you first, and then destroy this city-state that you're trying to protect!"

Somerset was not afraid of the power of the eighth-level spell and attacked with his fist.

He had thought that Loren would be easily provoked in battle, but he had not expected that his will to fight was much stronger than most humans he had ever met, and when he really faced his enemy, he was a calm and strong man who could beat his opponent to death without saying a word.

The battle intensified, and the entire city was shrouded in thick smoke and dust.

Light beams, explosions, and collisions of the sky intertwined.

Storm clouds gathered and swirled in the sky. The mountains and the ocean themselves seemed to be shaken by the sudden outbreak of battle, and the air pressure under the blood moon clouds increased accordingly.

Every clash would light up the dark night sky from the ground.

The civilians who took refuge in the far rear could not even raise their heads to see the deadly battle between the eighth-level bishops at the southern border of the city.

And in the center of the battlefield, Loren and Somerset were no longer in full condition.

Loren, who was severely injured early in the battle, gradually fell into a disadvantage. It was obvious that Marquis Somerset did not give him a chance to recover from his injuries.

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somersette, wanted to decide the outcome with Loren every time he pursued a victory.

But he was not obsessed with killing Loren at all costs.

He was very clear about the importance of today's tasks.

"…If you can do it, give it a try."

High Priest Loren once again used air pressure to fend off Marquis Somerset. His body was empty, but the airflow could be transformed into any weapon. Whenever he swung it, a large amount of airflow would form wind pressure, like the protection of the god of wind.

The scarlet magic power of Marquis Somerset spread, and the sea of ​​blood rising from the ground was as violent as a waterfall, trying to crush Loren. But Loren was like a nimble dancer, and after he gradually let go of his hands and feet without any worries, he became calm.

Loren's eyes were cold and shining, and he only wanted to force the immortal Somerset to retreat.

He took a step forward, and the entire land was covered with talismans, forming a magical forbidden area, and he fought against Marquis Somerset in the space ahead.

The distance between the two narrowed again, as if two world-destroying disasters were fighting each other.

Although Loren's delay did not slow down the approach of Marquis Somerset too much, his more complex technique was already fully prepared. The entire space began to distort, and the golden flames rising from the ground and the diffuse light rain falling from the sky were about to engulf Marquis Somerset in an instant.

It was also at this time that the Marquis of Somerset's body emanated an almost translucent red blood mist, and he entered a new state of selflessness, throwing an unprecedented punch. In the air, the red light collided with Loren's vast magic power, forming a huge energy explosion with a clear dividing line at the city-state boundary perpendicular to the earth.

After a long time, the Marquis of Somerset, who flew backwards and slid on the ground for a long time before stopping, was obviously at a disadvantage in this collision.

“…”

Somerset frowned slightly.

I already felt something was wrong.

They have played for dozens of minutes so far.

It was not just the power of the gathered ants led by Nanwantina that relieved Loren's pressure.

How come you become stronger the more you fight?

This human's magical power is unfathomable.

Attack, defense, speed, treatment, control, and comprehensiveness of spell structure are all top-notch.

Apart from the fact that Loren would do everything in his power to protect the weak, Somerset's combat experience told him that this human had no weaknesses.

Somerset even began to wonder if continuing the fight would make Loren stronger and force him to make an on-the-spot breakthrough.

What's scary about this guy is not only that he has the strength of a peak rank eight warrior.

But before he reaches the ninth level, he still has unclear room for growth.

Even in the era when Somerset was sealed tens of thousands of years ago, no one had ever seen a human with such an outrageous magical talent.

"I didn't expect that in this era, there would still be people like you who make me feel like a monster..."

The eighth ancestor Somerset still had a smile on his face, as if he was playing with Loren.

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

"Loren, you are indeed very strong..."

Somerset's smile was frightening. "But have you ever thought that someone is approaching the rear of those city defense troops?"

"!"

Loren's originally calm face finally showed some ripples in an instant.

A long time ago, he did feel that the magical fluctuations on the battlefield on the northwest side had stopped.

Later, neither the seventh-level magic source nor the mysterious eighth-level strongman showed any signs of fighting, and the eighth-level alchemy beast seemed to have lost its commands and stayed where it was.

If the Son of Destruction won, according to the time, he should be arriving in the south of the city by now!

Assuming that the Son of Destruction launched an attack from within the city-state at this point in time, and the eighth-level vampires surrounded the city defense forces from front and back, it might cause unimaginable casualties! As expected, Loren felt that the military guards in the rear began to become chaotic, and the magic of the Son of Destruction Salomon became clear again.

Although Salomon's magic power seemed extremely weak, he was trying his best to break through, disrupt the rear line, and rush into the battlefield where Loren and the others were!

“……!”

Loren was defending against the Marquis of Somerset in front of him and had no time to pay attention to the rear.

A violent magical storm raged at the southern border. The collision of strong winds and blood caused the surrounding air to distort and deform, emitting an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

"Loren, get ready for the surprise behind you!"

Somerset laughed, and his fighting posture became more relaxed.

As if recreating the war of the Age of Gods, Wind and Blood continued the collision of the peak eighth-order natural disasters in the crumbling Nanwantina City Gate! The vibrations and waves continued to impact every building, causing those originally solid buildings and towers to be ravaged by the giant beasts transformed by the gray smoke from time to time, leaving behind a ruin.

“…”

Loren gritted his teeth with a serious expression and guarded the city gate tightly.

He knew that he would soon be attacked from both sides.

In a short period of time, he will lose the support of the city defense army in the rear! He must respond as quickly as possible to resolve the crisis and get the situation back on track.

If they can withstand this wave of attacks, the city-state barrier of Nanwantina will be restored quickly, and the balance of victory will tilt significantly in their favor.

But if we lose, it will be hard to say who will win today!

In other words, the outcome will be decided in the next game and confrontation! Just as Somerset's laughter became extremely piercing.

And Loren's heartbeat began to accelerate to the point of beating a drum.

Loren sensed the source of the magic power of the Son of Destruction not far behind him! Salomon's attack had finally arrived.

Loren could not predict how Salomon would mess up the crucial moment that would decide the outcome, nor what the consequences of his own judgment would be, but he had to stay calm and deal with any situation! However.

When Loren in mid-air slowly turned his eyes.

The other side.

Under the city gate.

The moment the Son of Destruction rushed out and saw Loren's figure clearly.

Salomon's expression, which was originally excited about surviving the disaster, suddenly froze.

He stood there in a daze.

Then he began to step back in fear.

Just like when you are about to reach the exit of hope, you find that the real purgatory of despair is just around the corner! "Luo, Loren!!!"

Then only Salomon's scream echoed on the southern border battlefield.

Somerset paused, frowning.

Loren was even more confused.

Is he that scary?

(End of this chapter)