Wouldn't most people let them merge before fighting? But what about you? You actually broke them apart and isolated them.
Far from it! The stone man felt his scalp itchy, as if he was about to grow a brain. He scratched his chin a little dully, then touched his smooth stone head, looking thoughtful.
He felt that Taylor's actions were extremely immoral and against the rules, but he inexplicably felt that it was the right thing to do.
Why?
Ignoring the stone man who was lost in thought, the elf stared at him with a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes. After she retracted her gaze, she looked back at the three wizards beside her.
Sure enough, the three wizards nodded with a smile on their faces.
"Good, good, that's how you do it, clean and neat. You are indeed a good candidate for a wizard."
"Indeed, his control over space has reached its peak at this stage. Before the dwarves could react, he used space teleportation to kick them all in one by one."
"Unfortunately, if we tear the space crack and forcibly take the head of the dwarf god, it will take too long, so this young man chose to use the method of space isolation."
The three battle-hardened wizards, who had rich knowledge, crossed their arms or stretched out a hand, and conducted a simple analysis and discussion of the scene. They admired Taylor's simple and direct approach.
They have also participated in thousands or even tens of thousands of plane battles, large and small. Having lived for a long time, they have already reached an extremely advanced level in the accumulation of knowledge and the activation of their thinking methods. They can only agree with Taylor's approach, rather than be surprised.
A wizard should use what he knows best to cleanly and efficiently break the enemy's tactics, and also prevent the tactics from being used a second time.
Although the different spatial environment and maintaining the confinement of the dwarf god were very difficult for the young Taylor, there was no doubt that he had opened a huge gap. One-on-one was always easier to solve than one-on-three.
Sure enough, under the three wizards' eager gaze on the younger wizards, Taylor was the first to come to the mirror space formed by countless spatial turbulences. Taylor was like a water god controlling the river water, but his water was a sea formed by wisps of space.
Amid the desperate roar and despair in the eyes of the dwarf god, the invisible space wave like a tsunami completely submerged him. The originally calm sea water suddenly turned into fine space cracks, cutting the dwarf god in the state of a god descending to earth like a thousand knives.
Finally, under Taylor's space-ripping blade, the dwarf god's body was torn into pieces, and even his godhead was obliterated into nothingness by Taylor's subtle gravity rays.
After collecting part of the dwarf god's body and destroying the remaining dwarf god's will inch by inch in an instant to ensure it was completely harmless, Taylor followed the same steps to come to the folded space and crack space, and solved the dwarf gods imprisoned therein one by one.
The concepts of space and time in the void were very confusing. When Taylor set out to clean up the dwarven gods, more than a month had passed on the ground battlefield and the dwarven front had completely collapsed.
The lord of the Burning Legion, the terrifying lava demon Sargeras, led countless Burning Legion officers and lava warriors to step through the lava and wade through volcanoes. Under the torrents of lava and volcanoes, large areas of dwarves were submerged.
In desperation, the dwarves shouted the name of the dwarven god, and finally faced death calmly after a desperate struggle.
After the last dwarf warrior drank a sip of liquor and was burned into ash by the magma, all the dwarf legions in the western part of the battlefield, including the dwarf musketeer legion, dwarf steam mecha legion, dwarf heavy cavalry, etc. were all covered in layers of lava by the Burning Legion.
"You defeated us, you defeated us, and you successfully killed all the dwarves who blasphemed the Lord of the Great 500 Worlds. Those dwarves paid the price with blood for their arrogance and reckless words!!!"
"For the Lord of the Golden Void, for the Supreme 500 Worlds!!"
“Ahhhhh!!!”
When the fruits of victory were truly picked, the officers who tasted their deliciousness shouted loudly one by one, and the power in their bodies was condensed into balls of flames, which were thrown into the sky after adjusting their internal structure.
Beautiful orange-red rocket fireworks covered the battlefield shrouded in volcanic ash and terrifying heat. The air had been burned into a distorted state, and the surrounding air began to form a terrifying compressed condensation state. The concentration of the fire element caused the flames here to be amplified to a certain extent.
“Hahahahaha… you guys did a good job. The Burning Legion is the strongest legion in the 500 worlds. Look at those tin cans, they haven’t dealt with their enemies yet!”
Like a moving volcano, Sargeras, with flames and lava spewing from his body, laughed loudly. His pair of huge horns almost broke through the sky. He carried a lava double-edged battle axe and looked towards the eastern region with disdain.
The entire plane battlefield is divided into east and west. The east is under the charge of their Burning Legion, and the west is under the charge of the Achilles Warrior Legion and its affiliated regiments.
But now it seems that their Burning Legion is still superior.
Hawkes, Hawkes, you have lost in the end, so just follow behind Master Sargeras and eat dust!
Just as Sargeras expected, Hawks is in a bad mood now. Under a gorgeous helmet with five scales of King Ghidorah printed on it, Hawks's face looks like a writer who has struggled for several days and nights, only to find that he has typed a wrong line, black and smelly.
Damn Sargeras, you've got one step ahead of me again! Although he knew that Taylor's will would not deviate due to the internal competition between the two legions, and Taylor would always treat them equally, when the Burning Legion was ahead of the Achilles warriors, Hawks still couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Not long after, several cavalry officers of the Burning Legion rode special lava hounds and lava giant wolves to the eastern battlefield where the Achilles warriors were in charge, loudly showing off their achievements, and implicitly belittling the Achilles warriors who were standing with gorgeous heavy armor, sharp weapons and powerful grenade launchers but were not as good as them.
The warriors of the Ghostbringers Chapter, the Forest Wolves Chapter and other chapters with more direct and violent styles were almost furious. Even though they had no lungs, they had such a feeling now. They all wanted to rush up and take action, but were finally stopped by the gloomy-faced chapter commander.
"They are just a bunch of successful villains. The upper limit of the elemental puppets is just that. They are definitely not as good as us Achilles. We will have our chance soon."
(End of this chapter)