Chapter 125 Until the Day of Death
The top of the snow mountain.
The white-robed wizard leaned on his staff and looked at the gloomy sky.
The snow was falling heavily, thunder was rolling in the thick black clouds, and the biting cold wind cut across the old man's lonely face like a knife.
Kendela could no longer remember how many battles he had experienced and how many lives had been lost under his staff.
In the Mages Guild, he is the respected and amiable teacher Kendara, who teaches all students equally and has many students under his guidance all over the Midgard continent.
But his combat experience is even more outstanding than his teaching ability.
Looking at the snow-covered sky, the old man stood quietly like a sculpture, and his mind couldn't help but flash back to his experience as a witcher in his early years.
At that time, Kendela was a cynical and hot-blooded young man. He became the laughing stock of his family because of his magical talent. In anger, he abandoned his noble status and embarked on a journey alone.
His talent for swordsmanship was clearly better, and he gradually became famous and took on a commission to hunt witches.
Beside the lake deep in the forest, Kendra saw the sparkling moonlight and the witch's legs swinging. Her laughter and beauty dazzled Kendra.
"Are you sure you want to defeat me?" The witch smiled faintly.
"Listen carefully, the man who killed you is called Kendara, prepare to die!" The young man stepped forward with his sword.
The witch leaped lightly into the lake, revealing a pair of bright eyes and blowing bubbles. Her soft black hair floated on the lake, her clothes dissolved in the water, and her smooth hands and snow-white legs created ripples under the water.
"What if I teach you magic?"
"What did you say?" The boy couldn't believe his ears.
"I said, as long as you are willing to take me as your master, you can also become a respected great wizard."
The witch chuckled and said, "Because talent is never the key to your success. The key is persistence, Candela, until the day you die..."
The cold wind howled on the mountain top.
The white-robed wizard stood quietly, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he murmured softly:
"Persevere until the day of death..."
Boom! !
Thunder surged violently in the clouds, strong winds blew up flying snow, and a huge frost bone dragon roared and broke through the clouds, and its flapping wings brought about a biting cold wave.
The body of this frost bone dragon is made of white bones covered with frost, which emits a cold blue-white glow. Ice-blue flames burn in the eye sockets of the skull, and it is cold and deathly silent.
"roar--!!"
The frost bone dragon's cold eyes locked onto the white-robed wizard on the cliff. With an earth-shaking roar, it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out an icy breath of death! Kendra showed no fear and silently chanted a spell. The gem on the top of the staff suddenly burst into a beam of blazing light, piercing through the icy breath and hitting the frost bone dragon's head.
The head of the Frost Bone Dragon emitted thick smoke, roared in pain, and swung its huge frost claws, like a snow mountain falling from the sky! The body of the white-robed wizard slowly floated up with the wind, his white beard dancing with the wind, and he held the two ends of the staff with both hands and turned it gently.
Crack.
As if a mechanism was opened, the staff was separated into the hilt and the scabbard, and Candela's eyes burst into dazzling golden light.
Ring up! Six rings released, Flash! Using the majestic six rings of magic power to cast the low ring Flash, the sky was ignited into daylight at this moment! As powerful as the Frost Bone Dragon, the blue flames in its eye sockets also flickered violently at this moment, as if it was hesitating because of the Flash! Clang! Candela shouted in a low voice, holding one end of the staff and pulling out the sword with force. In an instant, the sword light overflowed and the aura rushed into the sky.
The gem inlaid on the top of the staff was like a sword pendant, dazzling, elegant, and powerful! Suddenly, Candela's sword slashed out like a crescent moon, slashing the frost bone dragon's claw and cutting off its wrist! Boom! !
The huge dragon claw fell on the snowfield, stirring up a vast snow fog.
The Frost Bone Dragon flapped its wings and hovered in the air in a daze. It glanced at the falling dragon claw, then looked at Candela holding the sword, flames flashing wildly in its eye sockets.
The blade in Candela's hand reflected the old man's stern face, and he said hoarsely: "This is much more convenient than a staff!"
*The Temple of Winter, with its top like a spear, pierces the clouds.
The sky was dark and snow was falling heavily.
In front of the temple, a golden spherical divine realm enveloped Father Andres. As Andres continued to pray, blood continued to flow into the magic circle, and this divine realm gradually expanded.
The guardian beast, the snow leopard, had bloodshot eyes and was panting. Even if it tried its best, it could not break through the barrier. It recovered briefly and stared at the black-robed monk in the center of the magic circle.
Most of the torture instruments Andres carried in his suitcase had been used on himself.
His hands were pierced by silver nails, his thin face was covered in blood, his body was shriveled like a mummy, and all the blood in his body was injected into this magic circle. It seemed that only his soul was left to support him to speak. He said piously and lovingly: "I have borne your sins. The apostles will lead me to the kingdom of God and bring down the gospel to this place--"
"The angel of the Lord! The king of souls among the seven angels who is waiting for the day of resurrection! The beast of God, Remiel! Here, I call for your coming!"
Suddenly, Andres' eyes widened, his body hunched like a shrimp, he pinched his neck with his dry hands, and roared in pain.
The snow leopard felt a strong fear... If he was so cruel to his own people, how would he treat the believers of the old gods? The golden magic circle shone brightly, and Andres' bones and flesh gradually dissolved. A faceless white light flew out of his mouth, broke through the golden shield, and flew into the dark clouds.
The magic circle greedily devoured everything of Andres, from his blood to his flesh, from his faith to his soul.
Thunder surged in the sky, and a narrow gap was torn in the clouds, from which blood-red light sprinkled. The golden magic circle completely disappeared, erasing everything where Andres was.
Here, the Apostle of God descended.
The guardian beast, the snow leopard, had its pupils contracted as it watched the figure gradually emerge from the blood-red light, and all the blood in its body seemed to be frozen.
The air froze, and an oppressive breath flowed like a sticky liquid. In the place where the blood was most concentrated, a huge beast appeared.
This is a black lion, with eyes like rubies burning with everlasting blood-red flames, flowing lion mane wrapped with lightning, and a pair of burning wings spread, looking down on the world without emotion.
Please...collect 6...9...books...!
The body of the guardian beast, the snow leopard, trembled continuously under the strong sense of oppression... Remiel, the apostle who manipulates thunder among the seven apostles, already possesses the power of the sanctuary in the material world.
The snow leopard smelled the scent of death, and having died under the divine thunder, there was no possibility of resurrection.
The temple of the Winter Goddess shook violently at this moment.
The remaining divinity gathered into an incarnation of the Winter Goddess wearing hunting clothes and holding a hunting bow, confronting Remiel from a distance.
Remiel spoke, his emotionless voice roaring above the snow leopard, stating:
"At this moment in the material world, I have no rivals."
In an instant, a vast pillar of lightning fell from the sky and struck the incarnation of the Goddess of Winter, instantly causing the incarnation to dissipate.
The Winter Temple was hit by a pillar of lightning and collapsed. This ancient temple that had stood for a hundred years collapsed!
"My Lady Goddess!" the snow leopard roared at the top of his lungs.
Remiel looked at the snow leopard indifferently. The lion's cold eyes hurt the snow leopard deeply.
"Wait a moment." Remiel said calmly, "Fate will give you, the people of the Old God, the due judgment."
The snow leopard suddenly sensed something, looked quickly behind it, and its pupils suddenly shrank into a point.
The three sled dogs looked up at the sky, flapping their tongues in shock.
The Husky looked wise: "Ah?" (How can it fly?)
Samoyed said in surprise: "Woof!" (There is such a magical thing!) Alaska said: "Roar!" (Brother, I want to fly too!)
Gray stood on the sled, looking up at the beast of God, sweating profusely: "Ye Zhi...it seems like we are doomed..."
The plot deviates from the trajectory of the game, and the lion floating in the sky makes Ye Zhi's hair stand on end.
Apostle of God? Isn't this the BOSS in the [Last Judgment] version? Before I traveled through time, this version hadn't been implemented yet, only the trailer!
This aura is stronger than that of Teacher Candela, could it be the Holy Land? ! At this critical moment of life and death, Ye Zhi nervously considered countermeasures, but the cooking method of the beast of God flashed through his mind.
Damn it, don’t remind me of the recipe at a time like this!
At this moment, Remuel's cold gaze locked onto Yeats and Gray.
"Those who are disrespectful should be punished."
Ye Zhi: “…”
Where is the King of the Wild Hunt? Please save him!
(End of this chapter)