Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 208 Dark Thunder Field
"Stop it! You are obviously the supreme one, but you are willing to become a pawn and participate in the battle between the inferiors!"

The huge eyeball blocks the front of Tai'an, with boundless grandeur and vastness, like the incarnation of the will of the world.

The huge eye of the storm where the magic swords gathered disappeared instantly.

The vast night sky left only darkness and silence.

"Break into my world! You will be eternally banished..."

"Mysterious!"

The adamantine armor released a dazzling red-gold light, facing the evil gaze in the darkness, and the intersecting force field was faintly distorted.

The void cage realm is built imitating the universe. The concept of speed loses its meaning here. The only way to escape is to give up the physical body.

The so-called eternal exile is not wishful thinking!
The golden escape light accelerated with all its strength, showing no sign of getting closer to the new coordinates given by the Phoenix Bird Guardian God. There is also an endless black abyss beneath my feet as I try to fall.

Tai'an stopped all movements and stood quietly in the void.

Since speed is powerless, we can only rely on strength. He raised the magic sword above his head, and a large amount of magic energy gathered in his body. Use the Dark Judgment as the medium to carry and transform, and try to explode as much as possible.

In an instant, destructive power grids intertwined in the void, and dark thunder struck in disorder.

The folded domain space was like torn paper, and the black curtain covering everything broke open, and Tai'an could smell the breath of the outside world.

Not enough, not enough...

He further tried to activate the magic sword, and the cyclone gathering negative energy became larger and larger, rolling up airflow from the ground and connecting to the eye of the storm in the sky.

Dark thunder field!

The power of the two is completely combined into one, taking it one step further.

Endless thunder fell, and the void cage was shattered in an instant, riddled with holes, and began to disintegrate. On the contrary, the terrifying dark thunder tornado was completely formed.

Far more terrifying than natural disasters.

He stands in a quiet central place. Wherever the sword pointed, dense thunder of destruction fell.

Control the storm to move slowly. Wherever it passed, trees, sand and gravel flew into the sky. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the dark thunder tornado is getting louder and louder.

The definition of an artifact is that it has power comparable to that of a holy caster. The release of forbidden spells is the most intuitive evaluation criterion.

Tai'an must be grateful. If it were not for the help of the Dark Judgment and the Adamantine Armor, he would never have been able to escape so easily.

As we all know, the most dangerous and weird attack method of the evil eye is sight. All kinds of weird effects are simply impossible to guard against. Common ones include distortion, withering, petrification, burning, freezing, curse, and illusion. In addition to being a sense organ, their eyes are also a weapon.

As a master, who knows how many methods the Beholder Lord will have?
However, the adamantine armor directly blocked everything. Most of the Beholder Lord's eye spells are meaningless. The only two options left before him were to die personally and to admit defeat.

Although he is absolutely confident in his own fighting power, Moshank is not prepared to use his own body to fight. Some insignificant cannon fodder will not have any emotional fluctuations no matter how much they lose, so why risk themselves?

The opponent was clearly good at close combat, and his performance even surpassed that of Hercules, the strongest god in the past. If it is further sublimated, there is a certain risk of losing both sides.

In the long years He has gone through, there were many situations where he faced the rise of new powerful people. Only by accepting it can we avoid disputes.

Those in superior positions value harmony.

There will never be a winner in a meaningless fight.

Moshank has witnessed the death of countless militants and is deeply convinced.

"You win, human! From now on, I will not invade your country."

The long night will finally come to an end.

Wisps of sunlight pierce the darkness, heralding the arrival of dawn.

The terrifying dark thunder tornado inflicted heavy damage on the demon army. Next, a counterattack was launched under the leadership of strong human beings.

The strong men of the Academy Expeditionary Force joined the battlefield, and the Knights of the Guards dispatched the remaining 7,000 people! All camps gathered troops and horses. What was supposed to be a difficult battle became smooth sailing because the demon general disappeared. The human army is overwhelming, constantly defeating the demon army.

"Marshal! Something's wrong! Are these demons trying to use the soldiers to consume the strength of our top management?" the adjutant asked while taking a nap.

Deyolan raised his head and poured water into his throat, which was so thirsty that it was smoking. The skin on his face fell off in large pieces, and he said in an indescribable misery: "No."

"why?"

"Their lords gave up and chose to retreat! The war will be over soon..."

The news about the God-man is no longer a secret. Relying on his own strength, he reversed the trend of defeat and set off a terrifying storm that was like a natural disaster. Rumor has it that he dueled with the Lord of the Abyss and cut off one of his arms, forcing him to flee.

Deyoland did not stop the rumors that were good for morale, and even secretly fueled them.

Today's troubled times go far beyond the current demonic invasion. The foreign races around the kingdom and the revolutionary army within the kingdom are all hidden dangers.

On the surface, one powerful person is in charge, which means more than millions of elites.

After the war, casualties were counted.

Almost half of the camps were lost. Perhaps there were not so many real injuries, and most people took advantage of the chaos to escape.

However, the result will inevitably cause the superiors to think.

The bloated army consumed a huge amount of resources, but it never played a decisive role.

It all depends on a small number of strong men to reverse the balance of victory.

The unity and sacrifice of the weak can only do some finishing work of little significance.

From the perspective of racial supremacy, all resources should be concentrated at the top.

Deyolan vaguely foresees that in the next era, the military will completely withdraw from the stage of history, and each country will maintain a certain number of daily security forces at most.

Disputes between countries are decided by the victory or defeat of a few strong ones.

"The young master is back!"

Musophei, who was looking at the entrance of the cave, saw Tai'an's figure bathing in the morning sun.

After hearing the news, everyone came out to greet him.

As the representative, Taiya was the first to ask: "Xiao An, how is the current situation? Should we move..."

"We won!" Tai'an yawned and said three words lightly.

There was a moment of silence, and everyone burst into cheers. There is simply no better news than this.

Tai'an roughly scanned the faces around him. Very good, everyone is there and there is no damage.

The presence of Taya, a burden and a drag, is not necessarily a bad thing. It can serve as a target that must be protected to unite everyone.

"How long will it take to go back?"

Aglaia misses her mother and sister desperately.

"I don't know!" Tai'an paced a little, supported his waist with his hands, and stared at the rising sun: "Maybe soon..."

I had some simple toast for breakfast and fried two cuckoo eggs.

Tai An got into the quilt contentedly and slept for most of the day.

There really hasn't been such a fierce battle in a long time! There are endless enemies that can’t be cut down or killed. Even in his dreams, he seemed to be fighting a demon.

(End of this chapter)