Chapter 86 The End
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Even the Holy Court Army had to admit a cruel fact: the man standing in front of them, if not the richest man in the continent, could at least be ranked in the top three.
Luke scattered the scrolls around as if they were free, transforming them with ease.
"really."
It's not as fun as turning yourself into a stone and rolling over there.
On the opposite side, the legendary magician who was fighting with the feather pen felt an inexplicable pain in his flesh. The Holy See invited him, which was equivalent to about 300 to 400 million gold coins, which might not be as expensive as these space scrolls now.
He felt inexplicably insulted.
Another huge rock appeared overhead, and the quill quickly retreated.
The legendary magician was a little slower than him. When he saw the feather pen retreating, he subconsciously retracted his hand, thinking that it was another space scroll.
Before he could make out what was happening, a huge rock fell on his head.
...pure stone.
Got cheated!
"You should say thank you to the richest man for the reward of the stone."
As Luke spoke, he spread his wings and flew high, shooting at the great magician at close range, with multiple arrows on one bow.
This last arrow, the arrowhead is the space scroll, and the arrow body is the power of faith.
The legendary magician who was hit hard by a stone hammer had to fight back even if he didn't want to.
Most of the arrows shot high into the sky were indeed very powerful, causing a series of small explosions, but those aimed at the magician only appeared to be extremely strong. When the opponent waved his sleeves, he found that they were extremely weak, and the fake arrows broke easily.
The shining arrow of porcelain-touching!
Lujia was afraid that the great magician was not moving fast enough, so he kindly chanted a spell for him before the space scroll was completely shattered.
"No--"
The space scroll that was so close to him was activated by his own hands, and it was a high-quality scroll that would affect even the most powerful magician.
The moment he was forcibly teleported, the legendary magician heard the conversation between people outside.
"--Look, he escaped."
"--Record it and let the Holy See know that cheap goods are not good."
Compared with the space scroll, the cost of hiring a great magician is really cheap.
“…”
The legendary magician vomited blood out of anger the moment he disappeared.
Outside the teleportation array, Lujia looked at the extra blood in the air and wondered, "Was it vomited by that magician?"
Quill nodded: "It should be."
"Polluting the air." Luke curled his lips, proving once again that cheap goods are not good.
The top combat force disappeared, but large numbers of Holy Court troops were still transforming into streams of light and being passively teleported.
"Too slow." Quill didn't have Luke's mercy and went straight to violent killing.
The falling rocks were replaced by a rain of blood.
The brutal killing method was extremely shocking, and the faces of the Holy See Army changed drastically. This was obviously beyond the strength that the Holy See had estimated.
"withdraw!"
"Retreat quickly!"
The few thousand remaining Holy Court soldiers were scattered, and with the first one taking the lead, the others followed without hesitation.
Lujia and Quill exchanged a glance, shook their heads and said, "Don't chase after a desperate enemy."
Especially since these are literally poor.
There is the sea on the other side of the mountain. It is impossible for the Holy Court to station troops in a blanket manner in the vast mountains, but they will definitely hide formations. Once space transfer is performed in the mountains, it is estimated that unknown consequences will occur.
Luke turned back into a pebble and jumped into the river.
Why roll away if you can be washed away?
Perform a 10,000-meter dive from the river to the edge of the waterfall, the fast-flowing water greatly shortens the distance.
According to the original route, they needed to cross the sea from the port of Yaman.
Quill: "Continue?"
Luke: “Yeah.”
By jumping from the harbor, the combination of stones and bones began diving in the deep sea.
The best way is to become a drop of water in the vast ocean, but it is too dangerous. This is the horror of the Transfiguration Spell. In an environment filled with water elements, you are likely to be assimilated.
Once that happens, it completely dissipates.
"Be careful with those fish." The quill sent a voice reminder.
These are not normal fish, they are all made of machines and are obviously detectors.
The warships on the sea are still continuously deploying more and more sophisticated detectors, which are constantly buzzing during operation.
The density is too high, and it is difficult to avoid it completely.
The hand bone hid behind the coral reef, and the feather pen fished out a detector at the speed of light and disassembled and reassembled it before it issued a warning.
Luke: “What are you doing?”
Feather Pen started to work on the seabed smoothly: "Change the vibration frequency, control it to a certain range, and within the cycle it can arouse the desire of the mermaids to sing."
After a small batch of detectors were modified on the assembly line, different buzzing sounds were connected in series between flashing red lights, forming a frequency similar to that of whale calls.
The warships on the sea were alert and had not yet conducted deep exploration. The mermaids in the distance began to scream.
A drowsy voice echoed in the sea, and almost in an instant, the detector malfunctioned temporarily.
The time is now!
The resistance of the stones was too small, so Luke and Quill changed back to human form and rushed out of the fish-like school formed by the detectors in front.
There are even fewer patrol ships in the inner waters, and when they are almost there, they confirm that there is no formation, so both sides directly conduct space teleportation.
Finally reaching the shore, the two did not even have time to catch their breath before heading straight for the First Magic Academy.
There were just as many Holy Court troops as there were along the way, and Luke felt quite relieved as he sent a message to Dylan.
"The Holy Court never disappoints."
As expected, in order to block me, they did not hesitate to dispatch a large number of Holy Court troops, taking various possibilities into consideration and setting up checkpoints carefully on all routes.
In this way, the real main battlefield will be a contest of top combat power, without the need for human wave tactics.
He gave them a thumbs up.
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After traveling for most of the day, the sun was already showing signs of setting.
A thin ray of light shone on the First School of Magic in the distance. Occasionally, undried blood could be seen on the ground. There was no sound of fighting, but the weapons inside proved that a fierce battle had broken out here not long ago.
At the west gate, a figure was pacing there. It was the student council president who brought Luke out of the magic academy on the visiting day.
Dylan, still hiding himself in his robe, suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Here it comes."
The moment he saw Luke, the student council president was surprised and delighted: "You actually broke through the encirclement!"
Lujia looked around and didn't feel any popularity.
"The school's disciplinary department has been taken under control. The three vice presidents are in a standoff with several other vice presidents. The good news is that the dean has just returned! Although the dean remains neutral, he has prohibited fighting on campus and forced all students to gather near the auditorium. We have to hurry..."
Before he could finish his words, the student council president was suddenly pushed away by Dylan.
He saw a terrifying deep pit covered with ice spikes appear where he was originally standing.
The student council president looked over in horror and saw that a mirror seemed to have appeared above him. The teaching building and the figures around were all reflected in the broken ice.
Where the skylight and the light from the lens meet, a pure white figure floats in the clouds.
When doing big things, the saint always keeps quiet.
She hit as soon as she came, flicked her fingers, and a piece of ice shattered, and the reflection inside shattered into pieces.
At the same time, at the source of the reflection, several people below felt a terrifying sense of being pulled, as if they were being pulled by a huge force.
"It hurts so much." The student council president's skin was cracked and the bones underneath could be seen. If it hadn't been protected by Dylan's cloak, it would have been broken.
Luke stopped, raised his head and glanced at his arm.
Countless spots of light appeared on his skin. He shook his arm and shattered them with the power of faith. If he had been a second later, his hand would have been crippled.
"Mother, do you want to forcibly separate my flesh and blood?"
The saint just smiled slightly and touched the ice pieces with her fingertips. All the ice pieces broke like dominoes.
Luke frowned. What kind of method is so evil?
"Replacement magic." The quill said, "For a magician, a shadow is also a carrier of spirit. This is usually a method used by sorcerers, but I didn't expect that she could do it."
Being able to sit firmly on the position of Saint for decades shows that she is indeed an extraordinary person.
The saint waved her hand and a new mirror reappeared in the sky.
The only way to break through is to engage in close combat, but the two sides are too far apart. Lujia sees through the opponent's true intention, which is nothing more than wanting to fight a war of attrition and deplete his magic power.
Dylan: "You go first, I'll stop her."
The campus broadcast suddenly sounded: "All teachers and students, please go to the auditorium immediately. All teachers and students, please go to the auditorium immediately. Anyone who stays outside within three minutes will be regarded as violating school rules and will be expelled from the college."
Ignoring the broadcast, Dylan mobilized his magic power to form a field, radiating back towards the sky area.
A faint and sacred voice came from the sky, and the saint finally spoke.
"My dear son, will you always let others take the lead?"
Luke held his head high and said his catchphrase: "So what?"
The overly righteous tone stunned the saint.
When she sneered and was about to attack for the third time, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, the light source was gone, and the reflection on the ice became increasingly blurred.
The attack magic that was about to be released instantly transformed into a protective spell, covering the sky.
Higher up, it seemed as if a giant beast was hidden in the starry sky, stepping out of the void.
The old monster that was recruited from the Stone City appeared and said something similar to Dylan: "Go first, the saint asked me to pick you up."
Compared to the coldness when he looked at the Saint, there was a bit of admiration when he looked at Luke.
It is indeed rare that one is willing to take the risk of traveling millions of miles in order to disperse most of the troops.
When it was time to run, Luke never hesitated and would just turn around and run.
Countless ice crystals came lightly and with a murderous aura, more powerful than the shuttle. The Saint raised her palm and the giant beast's claws fell down: "Your opponent is me."
"Really?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on the saint's lips.
The temperature between heaven and earth dropped suddenly, as if returning to winter.
The giant beast had a bad premonition. Drawing so many elements at once, this woman didn't seem to care at all that in the following confrontation, the depletion of magic power would put her at a disadvantage.
Without dodging the sharp claws, the saint forcibly mobilized most of the strength in her body.
"Time stop."
Suddenly, snow began to fall from the sky. As the empty snowflakes scattered in the air, the trees swaying in the wind below solidified and the dust stagnated in one place.
Taking the same control route, Feather Pen was the first to wake up half a beat.
Luke regained consciousness, but his body was still unable to move. For a few tenths of a second, he gave Quill a look that said "you understand."
At the moment of time stop, the saint's sword turned into a long white snake, showing its fangs towards the boy from behind.
Quill understood Luke's look and ignored him, moving aside.
When disaster strikes, everyone runs away.
The saint saw this scene. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce his thin back and cause irreversible injuries, the corners of her mouth curved into a real curve.
The next second, an extreme white light exploded, and the imagined serious injury did not happen.
The light outside has faded, but the light inside is still shining.
The saint's expression changed slightly.
The outer robe exploded but the inner clothes were not torn at all, which was obviously abnormal.
"You..." There was a hint of surprise between her eyebrows.
Even the old monster in Boulder City was a little surprised.
There, Luka was wearing the patchwork robe that the dragon clan gave him on his birthday, with scales of various colors.
Less than half a year later, he was still as steady as a tower in the face of the explosion.
As if he sensed a disdainful gaze sweeping over him, Lujia didn't even glance at the Saint in the sky in the distance, and recovered his mobility and continued to run: "Remember to tell the Demon King that I didn't bring the Dragon Clan to the battlefield."
He doesn't have motherly love, but he has dragon love.
I just "wear" the dragon clan on my body.
How can it not be considered a healthy little dragon cub when it is covered with a dragon shell?
The time stop lasted only two seconds, and the fight resumed in the sky.
The Saint and the old monster of Boulder City were engaged in a fight. Dylan carried the president of the Student Union and said, "Go north."
As they walked along the road to the edge of the forest, a strange sound came out of her throat.
A large number of magical beasts appeared around the woods.
Dylan was raised by the monster. She took a step forward and rubbed the monster's huge head affectionately, as if they were really communicating something.
After a moment, she nodded to Luke.
The monster leaned forward, Luke understood something, and jumped on it.
Dylan finally spoke up: "If anything unfortunate happens, I will make sure your autographed photo stays in the Hall of Fame forever."
Luke: “…Okay.”
The beast looked at Dylan with a questioning look.
"I'm not going with you." Dylan pointed at Luke and said, "I'm going to form a group to beat his mother first."
After saying that, he put the student council president down and flew straight into the sky.
Luke: “Come on!”
Warcraft: “?”
The Warcraft Forest is rarely visited by people. Although it can lead directly to the Bastion of Light, it is thousands of miles away.
When they had walked about halfway, Lujia closed his eyes and scanned the beast with his spiritual sense, then gently patted its mane: "Please slow down a bit."
The outer defense line of the Fortress of Light has not been completely breached yet. He needs to conserve his magic power and is not prepared to participate in the battle at the front.
It took about twenty minutes for the Warcraft to pick up its pace again.
The last hundred miles, fifty miles...
Getting closer and closer to the Bastion of Light.
The towering white building in the distance is actually the strongest steel monster. The Holy Court Army is defending every stronghold on the surrounding wall.
The suspension bridge was cut off, and the human army and the elves arrived outside the fortress first and launched an attack on the protective shield at the same time.
Magic light arrows were fired, and some Holy Court soldiers fell from the high walls.
"Keep your distance!" Carol said, and fired magic directly towards the defensive center of the fortress.
Amid the flames rising into the sky, the sounds of boiling fighting and charging could be heard continuously.
Quill narrowed his eyes: "The last line of defense is broken."
Now they just needed to march straight through the Bastion of Light and try to get close to the Tree of Life.
Without the suspension bridge, the monster flew directly over the cliff below and successfully avoided the stone wall falling from a great height.
The heavy gate that once exuded majesty is now riddled with holes from artillery fire. Lujia jumped down and said to the monster: "Thank you for giving me a ride, let's go back."
The beast looked at him without saying anything.
Luke told the truth: "To Professor Dylan, you are a relative and he can't afford to die."
If the monster dies in the battle later, he won't be able to bear it.
The Warcraft used magic to leave a message in the air: Your mother can afford to die, why can't I?
“…”
Quill shook his head slightly at Luke, indicating that he should not study the idea of Warcraft.
Luke actually understood a little bit. Dylan was obviously on the side of the saints. If the Holy See won, Dylan would definitely die.
The Warcraft naturally sided with him.
The Holy Court soldiers rushed over in front and were ripped open by the monster's claws.
Luke rode the monster again and galloped away.
The sturdy carved columns inside the temple are crumbling, the walls are no longer clean, but the specially built bell of guidance is still intact.
The pendulum swung back and forth, and I didn't know for which side it was tolling the death knell.
There was fighting between the inner and outer courts near the prayer hall and the Temple of Atonement.
At the end of the long carpet in the main hall is the throne in a clearly organized manner. Now, the throne is surrounded by white bones.
The Sage's Sword in Luke's hand trembled slightly. Once upon a time, the ancestor of mankind had personally established a holy court here, allowing the priests and saints to supervise each other and forever suppress the Tree of Life.
The world has changed dramatically, and both of them rebelled.
There was fighting everywhere, but relying on the charge of monsters, Luke was able to pass through the bloodstained office with ease.
The temperature ahead dropped suddenly, and a hole was blasted in the dome of the circular hall.
The fluctuations outside were extremely fierce, demonic energy was rampant, and there was even the unique laughter of the witch in the distance.
"Stop." Luke said, "My father is standing in the way."
The beast's four hooves froze, what an evil family tradition.
It would definitely not be possible to just go through there directly. As soon as he appears, he will definitely be regarded as a target of attack. Luka's eye color and hair color were changing silently. He used the immature light element to complete his clothes and cover the patchwork clothes.
He tightened his grip on the Sage Sword and exerted a little force.
The main battlefield has arrived.
Next comes the battle to the death.
Feather Pen noticed his nervousness and reached out to him. Her slightly cool fingertips brought warmth: "Don't worry, victory will belong to the bright side."
Lujia looked at the corpses everywhere and said softly, "Is that so?"
The feather pen nodded: "If you don't believe me, look at me."
Examples of past disastrous defeats are before our eyes.
Seeing is believing. Facing the most successful loser in history, Luke suddenly felt so convincing.
He became confident again.
Warcraft didn't understand what the hell joke they were talking about.
There was a sudden loud noise ahead, and a large number of magical elements flashed in the air, with some of the light even floating over here.
Outside the temple, the main battlefield, protected by the Tree of Life, seemed endless in the frosty white.
Those gathered here are all top-notch combat forces.
Not far away, the highest priest was fighting with the Elf King who had broken through the outer defense line, while the priests below were engaged in a chaotic battle with the great magician.
However, no matter how they fought, they could not get close to the tree of life.
The area near this tree is so vast that it looks like a vast snowfield.
More than 10,000 of the most powerful Holy Court troops lined up in neat rows, surrounding the Tree of Life and forming a solid line of defense. More than a thousand maids and priests were nearby, also guarding the Tree of Life closely.
While the others were fighting fiercely, the Demon King and the Saint were high in the air, standing motionless for an hour.
The saint stood there and wanted to sigh.
Their fighting power is almost equal, and their only meaning of existence is to hold each other back.
I don't know what the situation is like over there on Luke's side. He must be exhausted after traveling a million miles.
What a pitiful, sensible and lovable child.
The demon king opposite had long scarlet hair, and when he raised his head, a pair of crescent-shaped pupils revealed a cruel smile.
"You are still distracted at this time. I am curious about what you are thinking about."
Should you wait for an opportunity or consider the consequences of failure and the future of humanity?
The saint said truthfully: "I miss your son."
“…”
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Excerpt from the Quill Diary:
Luke is a special case where everyone in the world loves him except his parents.
Luke flapped his wings and flew by, leaving behind a feather to show his approval.
The protagonist worked hard and finally got to say hello to his parents, maybe two photos, and then quickly said goodbye and left [sunglasses]
Fifty small red envelopes will be dropped randomly. It’s a new week, keep working hard!
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