Chapter 621: The Fall of the Hell Lord, the Failed Astral Expedition
At this moment, the most embarrassing people were the great arcanists who were chanting at the top of the Hall of Mysteries.
For this group of arcanists who have gone very far on the path of magic, multitasking is a basic skill.
While chanting incantations and casting spells, they also used a global perspective to direct the battle, deploy troops, wield destructive war magic, and perform various micromanipulations...
Their minds are not only highly concentrated, but also connected and able to communicate at any time.
But at this moment, in their unique 'spiritual channel', no one has spoken for a long time.
It's not just fear, it's more about feeling helpless when faced with something beyond your plan.
It was not until a long time later that the sounds of quarreling could be heard.
"How is it possible? How is it possible? Did you see it?
All their methods are based on the magic industry, which is what we spread.
But the path they take is completely different from ours!"
"But, but, according to Netheril's argument, the path we're taking is the most correct, integrating air and ground, with unlimited morale and top-notch combat power.
But now it seems that the Grand Arcane Council was wrong, and the Speaker's choice was also wrong."
"Their long-range attack method seems to be based on the positioning of the magic eye and a lot of calculations.
Therefore, their remote observation and tower spirit calculation capabilities are superior to ours.
Although they are a group of indigenous people, I really want to say that there are also some amazingly talented people among the indigenous people, and they really should not be underestimated."
"And their defense against destructive war magic, did you see that?
This is definitely the result of targeted research. Clearly, we have underestimated the mages of this plane."
"What's that? The most amazing thing is the combination of remotely dropped bombs and portals, which can ignore most environments and deploy troops.
They first used indiscriminate bombing to cause widespread damage, leaving us unable to take care of ourselves, and then they placed their troops directly into our defense circle.
At this point, they can attack from both sides. Even if the arcane towers on the front line survive the first phase of bombing, they will fall quickly in the second phase."
"Under the current circumstances, they will at most disperse a small portion of their forces to attack externally, while the majority of the battle lines will advance forward, all the way to the Hall of Mystery!
If the Arcane Tower destroys too much, we won't be able to stop it."
"And that humanoid steel golem? Have you seen it? It's driven by human power, harnessing the power of magic and steel to allow mortals to challenge legends.
This is a genius idea!
In comparison, our long-range spirit delivery capsule is really too, too, too scary to death!
This is definitely worth learning from. We can even say that if colonial warriors could wear this humanoid steel golem, their combat power would soar even higher."
"Isn't it too late for you to say this now? When you chose the route, didn't you also think the spirit projection cabin was better?
Most importantly, no one will die!"
"What do you mean by that? A personal attack, right? Weren't you even more shameless when you married your great-great-granddaughter?"
"Fuck you, you're just answering me..."
"I'll take it, what do you want..."
“…………”
It’s a long story, but in fact, the speed of consciousness communication is extremely fast. In just a moment, the quarrel broke out.
But at this moment, the chief of the Arcane Council roared, "Enough! Shut up!"
The mental force was transmitted in the form of high-frequency vibrations, directly crushing all the noise.
Only then did he face Michael, who had remained silent throughout, and asked, "City Lord, this is an emergency. What should we do now?"
Michael, who was used to keeping his word, hesitated this time.
He was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you think?"
“We don’t have many cards left to play.
The progress of [Doomsday Disaster] is just halfway through, I am afraid it will be difficult to hold on to the end.
If the battle line advances to the base of the Mysterious Hall, we will be in a very passive position."
"So, you mean to stop chanting and just give up?"
"You once said that safety is everything. Only when you can advance and retreat freely can you be fearless!"
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"No, no, no, I'm just making some trivial suggestions. Everything will be subject to your orders!"
Naturally, their conversation could not be hidden from the other great arcanists. Everyone fell silent, just maintained the state of chanting, and glanced over, waiting for Michael's decision.
Michael, standing in the center of the twelve-pointed star formation and surrounded by all the great arcanists, had a tense expression on his face and a look of unwillingness in his eyes.
The ultimate arcane is not so easy to prepare, and the conditions are very harsh.
Moreover, no matter how many methods they have, there are only a few terrifying arcane spells that can subvert the plane.
[Plane Pan-Consciousness Backlash Technique] came to an end after Luo Yi intervened and the war broke out.
It is not easy to advance [Doomsday Disaster] to this point.
It would be a bit unwilling for him to give up now!
However, before he could make a decision, a sense of crisis arose.
All twelve great arcanists looked in one direction, their faces filled with horror.
At the end of the field of vision, a sacred light with a brilliant tail flame passed across the sky like a falling meteor.
There was a ball of lightning blocking the way, three to three, forming a line, but they all passed through and exploded.
And that sacred light did not stop at all. It passed along the dark clouds, spreading like fire, burning out a long rainbow that split the dark clouds.
At this moment, Michael's command turned into a roar in the mental channel: "Defend!"
Thus, the vast demonic energy surrounding the Secret Hall was mobilized, quickly condensed, and transformed into a phantom that reached the sky and the earth.
His face was blurry and his figure was illusory, but his eight arms were clearly visible, tightly grasping a dazzling shield, which was held in front.
The next moment, the holy light and the dazzling shield collided. Although it was silent, ripples spread out in all directions.
At this moment, the divine light showed its true colors, and it turned out to be a spear over four meters long.
Although it is the condensation of fighting spirit, the extraordinary details are revealed. Whether it is the golden lines or the frosted handle, they are clearly visible, just like the real thing.
This is Loy's combat skill, the Holy Light Spear!
After Loyi's strength improved greatly, the power of the Holy Light Spear was no longer what it used to be. It seemed to collide with the dazzling shield, but in fact, the two did not touch.
Looking closely, that bit of cold light was advancing at high speed, piercing through the layers of space.
And what is condensed in front of the dazzling shield is an unreachable distance.
This is a competition between offense and defense, and also a collision of spatial rules.
In the end, the shadowy figure freed his two hands, and in the stalemate, he grasped two magic swords and slashed down.
Bang!
The structure of the Holy Light Spear was destroyed and exploded into a ball of light, like a small sun rising out of thin air, emitting scorching heat and flames.
However, all the damage was blocked by the brilliant shield.
This arcane spell called [Defense] is also a destructive-level war magic, but there are very few enemies that can force the great arcanists to use it.
But in the next second, in the holy light, the space twisted, and accompanied by the sound of dragon roar, the red dragon Virgil wearing a dragon-shaped mecha appeared.
Above his head, Loyi stood with his sword in hand, still wearing the dark red gentleman's suit that Lilia had specially sewn for him, the hem of his suit fluttering in the strong wind.
He stood there, like the center of the world, majesty, confidence and power were his hallmarks.
Facing the phantom, the red dragon Virgil charged into it without hesitation.
The huge size brought the purest power, crushing the folds and distortions of space, and directly hitting the dazzling shield.
There was no fierce confrontation, nor was there a stalemate between evenly matched opponents, only absolute crushing!
The dazzling shield seemed to have endured an indescribable force, shattering into pieces, flying and scattering...
The phantom solidified immediately, and under the impact of the terrifying force, it half-crouched, relieving the force, and even had ripples spreading out like water waves. It was obvious that it was using the power of magic to continuously relieve the force.
It finally made it through!
But the next second, the red dragon Virgil twisted his body, flapped his wings, and his huge body spun nimbly, and the dragon's tail hit the phantom due to inertia.
Then, it was blown up and turned into magical fragments all over the sky, scattering like rain.
The masterpiece of the great arcanists of Netheril, the destructive war magic, the powerful arcane that was dedicated to protection, could only withstand two attacks from the red dragon at this moment.
However, this did buy the archmages some time.
There was no need for Michael to give orders. At this moment, thirteen of Netheril's top archmages were either cooperating with each other or casting spells independently.
They used their own magic power as a guide, mobilized huge magical energy, and each used their own unique skills.
Then a great arcanist, holding a staff, pointed at a distant target and said, "Exile!"
Then, the space shook, and an inexplicable force descended, bringing with it indescribable terror, as if to throw the entire world where Luo Yi was into unknown areas, into the corners of the multiverse.
The fighting spirit around Keluoyi burst out, and he transformed into an extremely terrifying size. He clung to the void tightly, and did not move at all!
You can exile an ant, but if that ant is the size of a mammoth, you can't exile it.
The backlash of the arcane magic made the archmage's face turn pale and blue, and he only recovered after a piece of amber hanging in his place shattered.
Another great arcanist, holding a staff in both hands, stomped the ground and roared, "Death is coming!"
Then, a projection of the god of death suddenly appeared beside Luo Yi, holding a sickle high in his hand, ready to reap souls.
He merely appeared, and countless souls wailed around him, and the screams they made seemed to form a mental storm.
However, Luo Yi simply stretched out his hand and grasped the sickle.
The blade between nothingness does not harm the body, but can hurt the soul. However, when it falls into Luo Yi's hands, it becomes substantial and is crushed bit by bit.
When the cracks on the sickle blade spread, the eyes of the Death clone were full of disbelief, but the next second, he was overwhelmed by the red dragon's breath.
Another blue-white high-energy laser fell, carrying unparalleled burning power, trying to penetrate the red dragon's body.
Destruction-level war magic, [Apocalypse]!
The incarnation of Amon, the god of orcs, was reduced to ashes by this magic.
However, Luo Yi appeared in front of the laser, waved his hands in the air, and a small independent space appeared. The blue-white laser seemed to be absorbed into it and then completely consumed.
Another great arcanist shouted, "Great Destruction!"
Then, rays of destruction fell from the sky, carrying special high-frequency vibrations, as if to completely annihilate Loyi and the red dragon.
In magic, there is a term called 'true damage', which means ignoring all defenses and directly attacking the main body.
In other words, even if a god comes, no matter how low the damage is, some blood will be lost.
There are many mages who believe that as long as the health bar is visible, they can kill gods in front of you.
The famous 'Five Fireballs Cult' is a believer in this principle, but it is obvious that the 'Great Destruction' that this great arcanist has brought out is even more terrifying.
Facing the dark rays, Luo Yi finally drew his sword. You couldn't see the light of his sword, or rather, the sky was full of flashing sword lights.
And those rays of the "Great Destruction Technique" were all wrapped in fighting spirit and bounced back.
During this period, the great arcanist secretly cast a curse magic - extreme weakness.
The recipient will fall into a weak state, just like after a serious illness, and even jumping around casually can cause coughing to death!
Chloe just trembled slightly and became immune to the curse.
Or perhaps, he was too strong and had too solid a foundation to care about this little curse at all.
Another powerful arcane spell descended, a mixture of the power of hell and the abyss. A small flame even gave people a feeling of extreme danger.
But when it fell on Luo Yi, it could only hold out against the sacred fire for a few breaths before being swallowed up.
There is no way, the power of the fire is no joke!
Another extremely cold ray fell. Although it did not hit directly, large areas of ice spread as if to freeze everything, turning Loy and the red dragon Virgil into ice sculptures.
Below absolute zero, everything can be frozen!
But before the Archmages could cheer, a "click, click, click" sound was heard.
In the ice, Luo Yi and the Red Dragon tried hard to move their bodies, and in just a short time, they broke free from the restraints.
With a 'bang', the ice exploded and was melted by the high temperature. However, the splash damage almost broke through the defense of the Hall of Mystery.
It was an eight-armed phantom with a dazzling shield that appeared and blocked the aftermath.
However, at this moment, the ultimate move of the great archmages was also completed.
It was a temporary altar, on which at least a dozen kinds of luxurious sacrifices were offered, and it was connected to hell under the spells of five great arcanists.
When the pervasive power of hell shrank like a young swallow returning to its nest, an elegant devil lord was revealed.
He has the dark red skin unique to the devil, vertical pupils like a beast, two horns on his head growing towards the sky, a pair of demonic wings like a bat, and a long, flexible tail like a stinger behind him.
But unlike ordinary demons, He is very handsome.
With his scattered hair falling on both sides of his forehead, and slightly raising his head and smiling, he can charm all females.
He was dressed in human gentleman's attire, with elegant manners and graceful movements. Even when he lowered his head or frowned, he exuded an indescribable charm.
However, at this moment, He was in a very bad mood, even a little bit unbelievable.
It was obvious that He did not come here willingly, but was sent here by an irresistible force.
There is only one person who can do this, or in other words, who can do this without Him even realizing it.
His master, the ruler of Baator, the eternal king Asmodeus.
And He is actually the Lord of the Seventh Layer of Hell, Grand Duke Baalzebub, Lord of Flying Insects.
As a rising star in Hell, Baalzebul, whose original name was Trier, was an Archon on Mount Templar.
Just because he made a mistake, he was demoted to the Nine Hells, but soon, he was appreciated by the Lord of Hell and promoted to a member of the devil in a horrific ceremony.
Because of his pursuit of brutal perfection, he not only became the lord of the seventh layer of hell, but also almost wiped out everything of the previous lord.
Because the tricks he created were like a dragnet, not even flying insects could escape, he was called the Lord of Flying Insects.
But a trick is a trick, and a conspiracy is just a conspiracy. In the face of absolute power, it is not worth mentioning.
He knew very well that he was being liquidated by Asmodeus because he had conspired to betray the Lord of Hell, and was thrown here without his knowledge.
In other words, this was a deal between the Archmages of the Silver Dome and the Lord of Hell, and all the sacrifices were taken by Asmodeus.
And He is the price paid in exchange for the sacrifice!
It is also the punishment from the Lord of Hell!
But don't forget, at this time, the Helka plane is still shrouded in the [Divine Catastrophe], and the incarnation of God cannot descend at all.
At this time, His coming means that the one coming is not a clone, but the real person!
That’s right, He was thrown here whole by the Lord of Hell, and now He is in the form of a saint.
In other words, although He has good combat power at this moment, He will really die!
At this moment, the ears of Baalzebul, the Lord of Hell, could still hear the shouting of the great arcanists.
"Kill him, kill the man in the sky, and you can return to Hell and continue to be the lord of the seventh layer."
"The Lord of Hell's punishment on you ends here!"
"So, kill him! Kill him for us!"
He hated this kind of shouting, but still looked up. At this time, Luo Yi also looked down.
When their eyes met, there seemed to be a loud explosion in the air, rumbling like thunder.
At this moment, Grand Duke Balzeb couldn't help but let out a bitter smile: "I know you, although I've never seen you, but I've heard of you!
The new king of the 138th floor of the Abyss, the greatest mortal hero, the conqueror, Loyi! "
Luo Yi also spoke: "Judging from your features, you should be the lord of the seventh layer of hell, the flying insect prince Baalzebub.
But now it seems that your situation is not good?!
The Lord of Hell seems to dislike you?"
“So, I need to offer a sacrifice to my master to express my loyalty, and there is no one more suitable than you.
I had no choice but to do it!"
“On the road to becoming king, many people wanted to use me as a sacrifice, and many wanted to kill me, but I am still here.
Therefore, I don't mind if another Hell Lord dies under my sword."
"Then let's fight!"
"war!"
Since the conflict could not be reconciled, the only option was to fight. The next second, Luo Yi stepped out from above the red dragon's head and fell like a meteor.
The Insect Lord Baalzebul also drew his weapon, an elegant noble rapier, and with a flap of his demonic wings, he soared into the sky.
So, the two sides collided in the void.
This scene was no less devastating than Mars hitting the Earth, with the terrifying aftermath spreading outward in a mighty manner.
In front of the Hall of Mystery, in addition to the eight-armed phantom that solidified and raised a dazzling shield for defense, there were also lightning shields that were held up, trying to divert the shock wave.
But the scope of their mutual assistance is ultimately limited!
Across the earth, a streak of fighting spirit slashed across, creating a crack that stretched to the end of the field of vision.
Countless more buildings were damaged, burned, and turned into ruins.
In the sky, the sacred fighting spirit and the power of hell entangled with each other, turning into a violent aftermath that shattered the dark clouds.
At the core of this floating continent, a huge city suffered a catastrophic impact.
In the aftermath, cracks, craters, broken buildings, fleeing arcanists, and trembling mortals were everywhere.
But when they looked up, they couldn't even see who had caused the disaster.
Only the truly powerful, great arcanists, with the help of the insight of the "Eye of Truth", can get a glimpse of the battle between Loy and Baalzebul.
In their eyes, the core of the battle even appeared strangely distorted, and everyone seemed to see something different.
To some, their battle was clearly slow, with every movement visible, the clashing of swords, and the erupting sparks all having distinct trajectories.
But in the eyes of some great arcanists, their battle had reached an incredible speed, like two strong winds entangled together.
The sword light flashed, just like the falling stars in the sky, you come and I go, completely incompatible.
In the eyes of some great arcanists, they seemed to have split into countless individuals, paired up in twos, and fought endlessly.
Seeing this scene, even the experienced archmages changed their expressions.
However, what made them change their expressions even more was that at a certain moment, all the seemingly real and illusory shadows completely disappeared, leaving only two figures standing in the air.
Luo Yi was sitting on top, his demeanor remained unchanged, as if nothing had changed, except for the divine sword in his hand, which was humming and vibrating.
The lord of the seventh layer of hell, the Grand Duke of Flying Insects, Baalzebul, was at the bottom, with wounds all over his body and blood constantly gushing out.
The most serious thing was that the divine sword in his chest was pressed down little by little, piercing his heart.
Baalzebul stretched out his hand and grasped the blade, as if trying to resist, but it was useless.
Until the end, the divine light in his eyes dimmed, and the devil's body fell powerlessly. Another holy flame caught up with him and completely ignited him.
At this moment, Luo Yi seemed to have done something insignificant. He spoke softly, as if talking to himself, or as if making an announcement to the multiverse.
"From today on, the Lord of the Seventh Layer of Hell will be replaced by a new devil!"
At this moment, the great arcanists felt a chill rising from their tail vertebrae to the top of their heads, and uncontrollable fear flooded their hearts.
At this moment, before Loyi could make any move, the master of the floating city, the practitioner of truth Michael, made a sharp explosion.
"Stop [Doomsday Disaster], quickly, stop it immediately!"
"Pull back the defense line and defend with all your strength! Defend!"
Following his order, the twelve great arcanists stopped chanting at the same time. The sudden interruption of the ultimate arcane spell brought about a shocking backlash.
Almost all of them opened their mouths, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale.
However, he only recovered after seeing various lights flashing on his body and various death-replacing magics appearing.
Then, without any command, they took action almost immediately, controlling the Tower of Nessor to retract. With a loud bang, it fell to the ground, and the dome of the Hall of Mysteries also quickly closed.
Various defensive magics arose, and four eight-armed phantoms appeared, guarding the mysterious hall tightly.
At this point, the Silvertop floating city's attempt to destroy the Helka plane civilization has been completely cut off!
And this great interstellar expedition that took hundreds of years ended in failure!
(End of this chapter)
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