Chapter 274: Grand Duke Carlisle, Attack (300 monthly tickets plus more)
January 1, 313 New Divine Calendar,
In the early morning, when the time has passed midnight, it is already the new year.
The cold wind was howling between heaven and earth, and being high up in the Mage Tower, the feeling was even more clear.
Luo Yi couldn't sleep and seemed a little anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.
It felt to him that Oliveira's breakthrough was even more stressful than his own.
But unfortunately, there are people who don't like him to be at peace.
Roar!
The dull roar was like a dragon's roar, coming from far away and approaching, carrying with it a diffuse pressure, covering the sky and the earth.
This was followed by the sound of flapping wings, which stirred up a strong wind and stirred up the dark clouds, as if a terrifying giant beast was descending at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, there was movement in the Lion Manor, and a figure suddenly stepped on the ground.
Amidst the trembling of the earth, he soared into the sky. At the highest point, a griffin flapped its wings and came.
Iron Knight Phil had a cold expression, his aura was like ice, and his rusty fighting spirit was as vast as a tide.
A dragon spear appeared in his hand, and the cold tip of the spear emitted a sharp cold light.
He raised his head and stared at the swirling dark clouds, his expression becoming increasingly cold and indifferent.
Finally, a ferocious head emerged from the dark clouds.
It looks like a giant dragon, but it has no horns, its scales are red, its breath is manic, and flames are coming out of the corners of its mouth and lips.
It is huge, but also looks a little bloated. Its wings are like bat wings, and when they flap, they stir up strong winds.
The magma dragon, a subspecies of dragon, likes to live in magma. It is the product of the union of a dragon and some kind of magma monster.
Because it has extremely high requirements for the living environment and does not like overly cold environments, this kind of monster does not like to walk outside.
However, this does not affect the magma dragon's great reputation!
In fact, although this sub-dragon species is not as powerful as a real dragon, it is very terrifying in an environment like a volcano.
Of course, what deserves more attention at this time is the person sitting on the magma dragon.
The man had flying white hair and was also holding a dragon spear. His fighting spirit was so fierce that he looked like a warrior from heaven.
It was the guardian of the Carlisle family, the Pale Knight!
His eyes met with Iron Knight Phil, and there seemed to be a constant roar in the void.
He just said, "Last time, I didn't give my all. This time, shall we fight again?!"
Iron Knight Phil was of course not afraid. He urged his griffin to his feet and laughed, "If you want to fight, then let's fight!"
Then, the two terrifying monsters, each carrying their master, launched a charge in mid-air, approached quickly, and collided directly!
The clash between the fourth-tier Scourge Knights seemed to have created a mushroom cloud out of thin air, with violent shock waves spreading outward, creating seemingly endless ripples.
boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
After the first sound, there was the second, third, and fourth sound...
It was like a continuous series of thunderclaps, but they were also moving away quickly.
All that remained was the dark winter clouds dispersing over the city of Brussels, revealing the bright moon, casting its brilliant light.
Just under the moonlight, a green wind swept over.
The wind has no shape, but with color, we can see its shape.
Strands of silk, like hanging ribbons, descended from the sky with sobs that pierced the air.
In the green wind, there was a person wrapped up. His face could not be seen clearly, but he was holding a sword, commanding the wind, and traveling between heaven and earth.
Level 4, this is another level 4 swordsman who has awakened the wind-attributed fighting spirit.
Of course, wherever Loyi, the guardian of Lion Manor, is, the Fire Sword Saint Otto is also indispensable.
Under the sky, a pair of flaming wings suddenly spread out, turning into a sea of fire that covered the sky, as if to set the sky on fire.
The Flame Sword Saint Otto stood in the center of the sea of fire, holding a long sword. He raised his head slightly, his expression solemn, but he couldn't help but smile.
Swordsmen always like to fight. If possible, they would like to use the swords in their hands to make the strongest people in the world bow down to them.
So, at this moment, Otto had almost no hesitation.
The flaming wings flapped, carrying him up to the sky, spinning like a huge flaming drill, and colliding with the green wind.
At this moment, it is hard to imagine how many times the two sides have collided and clashed. All you can see are tornadoes of wind and fire flying back and forth in the dark sky.
Until another collision, the two sides separated.
One occupies the eastern sky, with flames burning the sky; the other occupies the western night, with howling winds.
"You are the Flame Sword Saint Otto. Your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. You are qualified to be my opponent."
"But I don't like people like you who hide their heads and show their tails, sneaking around like thieves and never being seen.
Killing you would be a sin for my sword!"
"Haha, the tongue is never as sharp as the sword."
"You're talking as if you just took advantage of me."
"Then fight again!"
"Come on, I'm afraid of you! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'm not a fourth-level natural disaster."
"It's really disappointing that you're spewing shit."
As the saying goes, if you don't agree, there's no need to talk too much. The next second, the green wind and the burning fire collided again.
This time, it was no longer a simple fight, but a situation where you were in me and I was in you, with flames and green wind mixed together.
I saw two figures appearing and disappearing, sometimes anxious, sometimes entangled, with sword lights flashing, densely packed, as if filling every corner of the space where they were.
The sword lights collided with each other closely, making a clanging sound like pearls falling on a jade plate. I don't know how many times they collided.
Until a certain moment, the sword lights crossed, the two separated, and began to fight each other with their ultimate moves again.
The green fighting spirit transformed into tornadoes, sweeping across the sky and earth;
Otto's sword slashed out with flaming slashes, shattering the tornado.
Fortunately, the two also had a tacit understanding and went to one side of the sky, trying not to affect the mortal city as much as possible, and trying not to be affected by other fourth-level beings as much as possible.
Of course, the impact has already occurred.
In the city of Brussels, countless people hugged their families, hid under their beds, and shivered.
They seemed to be experiencing the previous panic and crisis again, and just thought that someone had broken in again.
Not long after Otto and the unknown fourth-level left, the calm did not last. Five balls of flame appeared in the air and merged into a huge fireball.
That feeling was like a second sun rising in the dark night, emitting scorching light.
Although, it is far inferior to the real sun in the sky, the problem is, it is close!
Under the bright sun, there were three people standing, all dressed exactly the same, except for their heights.
If Otto were there, he would definitely be very familiar with the leader, who was the mage Timo of the Five Fireballs Cult.
At this moment, they were constantly pouring magic power into the fireball, so that the fireball looked more and more exaggerated.
Although these three people looked different, they looked at the fireball with the same gaze.
That kind of almost insane belief and worship was almost overflowing.
It is not difficult to imagine what a horrific scene it would be if this fireball fell, and how many people would die!
At this time, on the top floor of the Mage Tower, His Holiness Saint Bartholomew was teaching Lilia various mechanical knowledge.
Although he said that he would not accept apprentices, his actions were quite sincere. He taught many practical magics almost step by step.
Also, teach Lilia how to design and optimize magic patterns.
He had of course noticed the situation outside a long time ago, and originally, he had no intention of taking action.
The Empire has paid a lot for its cooperation with Flower Territory, but the Empire is by no means a thug of Flower Territory, nor will it take the lead in everything.
If the flower collection is really a pile of mud that cannot be lifted up, then it would be a good thing to end it early!
But when the fireball grew bigger and bigger, even to an exaggerated level, his expression finally changed.
The fourth level has its own rules, and even mortal battlefields are not allowed to be easily set foot in.
Even when fighting at the same level 4, one must try to avoid harming innocent people as much as possible.
But now, if such a huge fireball were to fall, the casualties would not be just one or two, but tens of thousands.
This is too much!
At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, and a magic wand appeared in his hand. He moved forward a little, and a portal appeared.
In the void,
Mage Timo was having fun with two members of the Five Fireball Cult when suddenly, a portal appeared in front of them.
A bald wizard with a long beard appeared before them. He stared at the three of them with gloomy eyes and said indifferently, "Remnants of the Five Fireball Cult, are you here to die?"
One wizard seemed to be in a state of rage, grinning widely: "You know who we are, yet you still dare to speak so shamelessly? Do you want to die?"
"Want to die? Are you talking to me? It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like that."
His Majesty Bartholomew smashed the staff in the air, and it felt like it had hit solid ground. In the unfolding magic circle, three figures stepped out with a rumbling sound.
They were all dressed as three-meter-tall warriors, carved from crystal, each holding a long sword in their hands, raised high above their heads.
The eyes in those hands were inlaid with rubies, scarlet and bloodthirsty, and full of murderous intent.
This is a golem puppet!
It is also the most advanced crystal golem among the golem puppets, and is almost immune to most fighting spirit and spell attacks.
When this thing goes to the battlefield, what it likes to do most is to push forward. It doesn't matter who the enemy is, because it can't hurt them anyway.
It doesn't matter what means the enemy has, just chop them down with one blow.
If it weren't for its slow speed and inability to catch up with most of the strong men, it would be a real killer weapon.
But even so, Master Timo had already woken up at this time. He quickly used magic to stop the unwise behavior of his two companions and tried to force a smile.
"Well, I don't know who you are, but shouldn't the Empire interfere in the disputes between nobles of other principalities?"
His Majesty Bartholomew let out a mocking smile. "The Empire certainly shouldn't interfere, but believe it or not, right here, I could beat you to death, and no one would dare to criticize me."
"A group of remnants of the Cult of the Five Fireballs dared to attack a city, and then were hunted down by a righteous mechanical Scourge. I think the magical world should commend me for this feat."
Master Timo's smile froze. "But that would still be troublesome, wouldn't it?"
"So, I'll give you a chance. Take your fireballs and leave with me."
"Here, the real protagonist should appear. There is no need for you and me to exist anymore."
"Okay, that's good, of course."
Having said this, Mage Timo and his companions immediately controlled the huge fireball and headed south.
They used too much force when rolling the fireball, and it became extremely difficult to control it.
But they didn't dare to make any mistakes, because the gloomy old man's gaze never left them.
As the fireball moved farther and farther away, there was silence between heaven and earth, and finally, the protagonist appeared.
It was a spaceship pulled by many magic crows. It was crescent-shaped with many thin lines at the four corners connecting the magic crows.
So the crows flapped their wings and quickly approached with the spaceship.
This is the Carlisle family's famous moon spaceship, and only one person can ride it.
The real boss of the Carlisle family, the epitome of cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
He was also a powerful figure in the Bonaparte Empire, the Grand Duke of Carlisle.
But at this time, Luo Yi was also furious.
He stood on the top of the wizard tower and without saying a word, took out the flame gun he had just obtained.
Then, without hesitation, turn it on, activate it, charge it, and fire!
Three more to come...
(End of this chapter)
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