Throne of Magical Arcana

"What does Viken want?"

On the endless ocean floor, in a majestic and magnificent black palace, Maldimos, the "lord of hell" holding a gold trident, suddenly stood up from the throne. The pair of bright red eyes, which always seemed to be full of ridicule, looked slightly in amazement Toward the sky, through the layers of dark blue water and the overlapping waves, "seeing" the sacred light vision of the evil half and the half of the half.

At the same time, his true body in the depths of **** suddenly felt like a heart beating fast, as if something closely related to him was out of control.

"Ancient hell?"

Maldimos's doubtful voice echoed in the palace of the emperor. It can be said that the ancient **** is about the same as the wave-particle relationship on both sides, but he is not the embodiment of the ancient hell, nor is the ancient hell. In part, it's just somehow related,

But even so, "ancient hell" is very important to him!

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth with a ridiculous smile were frozen, thinking of a possibility: "Viken, he wants to impact the true god? Is he crazy? Not afraid to lose all consciousness like Thanos, be 'Paradise Mountain' or 'Ancient Hell 'Is it fused?'

"He balances‘ Ancient Hell ’with‘ Paradise Mountain ’, maybe he can really grasp that glimmer of hope ...”

Although Maldimos would like to see and see if this can be successful, but he is very clear that Viken must be stopped immediately. If he really breaks the limit, he and other gods might really fall!

Except yourself, no other gods are allowed to be promoted!

Uh ...

Dark mountains, "flamestone valley".

Atena, with her long, blonde hair hanging diagonally, dropped her hands on the "Sword of Origins and Ends" inserted into the ground, and looked carefully at the pet "Dragon of Time and Glory" in front of Daniso. His mouth moved stubbornly, seemingly controlling "exuding saliva."

Danonisos buried his head deeply, afraid to look at Etna, fearing that he would be eaten again.

Suddenly, it had an inexplicable palpitation, couldn't help raising his head, and the "Silver Moon" Etna in front of me did not know when it had disappeared!

All over the space cracks and the dark and foggy high altitude, all the features are completely covered by the half-dark and half-bright.

"God-like vision? No! Viken what he wants to do!" Danissos, who was in control of time initially, could have an insight into his fate.

Uh ...

Holy Herz Empire, Antifleur, White Maple Leaf Palace.

Jairusdorf II clenched his fist in his right hand, squealing with ridicule and anger.

"Viking actually dare to fight the idea of ​​Paradise Mountain, does he think he has lived too long? Do he think he will never really fall?"

"At that time, although he will not really fall, but it will definitely be miserable than the real fall!"

想法 He thoughts emerged one by one, but in the end all turned into a signal of worry and anxiety:

"Viken, will he succeed?"

Uh ...

In the "Ancient Mission" underground in the holy city of Lance, when the "Despair World" condensed from the ancient **** projection meets the "Paradise Mountain" projection summoned by the platinum scepter, circle by circle of energy storms Sweep up, blow all the walls around the hall, and lift the dome upward!

Boom!

The clergymen in the holy city of Lance heard a dull and unusually loud explosion, their ears buzzed, and then they briefly lost their hearing.

The ground was undulating like a serpent, and churches, retreats, and monasteries protected by divine arrays collapsed.

Boom!

The clergymen were stunned as the large bright hall symbolizing the core of the church was directly taken off. A hazy, colorful, painful and desperate "world" was entangled with the sacred heavenly mountain of constant chanting. The state of the shock wave blasted into the clouds!

Suddenly, the faces of intelligent creatures were highlighted in the evil dark night. There were humans, dwarves, elves, dragons, ancient races that had perished for a long time, and in the sacred daylight, Only the angels who bear the holy wings and the clear and holy spirits worship, sing, praise, and bathe in the infinite light.

And where they meet, a victorious old man wearing a sacred crown floats upright with pain in his face and looks upright. The whole person seems to be imaginary, real, and real. It is indistinguishable from the two surrounding scenes. Really in another world, a "magic" world above the earth and above the sky!

"Under the Pope?"

"What is he doing?"

The priests were stunned. The pope they saw, the platinum scepter of their right hand stretched forward, illuminated the corner of the dark and degenerate world. The dark and shadowy figure on the left stepped out, polluting the light and sacred part of heaven.

Such a scene can be seen not only near the holy city of Reims, but in Aringe, in Lentat, in Antifleur, in Syracuse, in Aalto, everywhere!

"Isn't that Benedict III?" Heidi had just played a square game, stretched her waist, but suddenly stiffened there, because she saw the amazing sky outside the window.

Annick, tortured by erasure experiments and delayed selection experiments, also raised his head, staring blankly at Pope Viken, wondering what was going on.

What kind of **** vision? But he is a **** in itself!

In the "magic world", Viken can be seen everywhere, the muscles on his face are extremely twisted, while using the power of "ancient hell" to keep sane, not to let himself be fused by "Paradise Mountain", while relying on "Paradise The blessing of "mountain" avoids the erosion and assimilation of "ancient hell", strives to grasp the balanced node, and uses this huge power to seek a breakthrough "gate"!

In this way, he suffered great pain, but murmured in his mouth:

"Not enough! Not enough!"

The light transformed by the projection of the "Paradise Mountain" on that half of the ground became more and more brilliant. The clergy and believers in the holy city of Lance suddenly felt that they were bowing to the ground:

"Great Lord, you are one and ten thousand."

In all places that believe in the God of Truth, devout believers and clergymen, regardless of whether they are old or new, are all caught in some kind of ethereal and holy moving atmosphere. They are all on the ground, praying:

"It's the beginning and the end."

"It's instant and eternal."

On them, all the bright, clear and sacred rays of light flew out into the mid-air and into the day!

Suddenly, the dark world was crushed down, and it was almost purified, but it was still able to support it.

Viken was still mad and murmured:

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Suddenly, a cold silvery moon appeared in the air, dissipating part of the "dark despair" and "light and sacredness", and the bright and dreamy moonlight "covered" towards the Viking in the middle Cretaceous.

On the other side, the sound of a tidal wave sounded, and a golden trident poured into the sky with a rolling blue, and there was no fish or seaweed in this seawater, but an erupting volcano, a bottomless canyon, and a quiet **** Wait for the sight!

"Give life and death!" "Hell Lord" Maldimos's golden trident points to "Pope Viken"!

Uh ...

Above "City in the Sky" ~ www.readwn.com ~ Douglas expresses his solemn expression: "Brook stays behind Aringe, Fernando and Hathaway follow me. The rest of the members of the highest judging panel, except for the legends of the major divisions, all Return Allinge. "

At this time, only the legendary peak can play a certain role in such a battlefield, so Douglas did not let other legendary magicians follow.

Douglas's voice was not loud, but every magician in the city of the sky could hear it clearly, and his heart was terrified.

"Teacher, why am I left behind? It's Hathaway's." Brook flew into the air, expressing puzzlement.

Douglas solemnly said, "You are the most hopeful of the gods outside of Lucien, take the big picture as the most important thing, don't be stubborn."

He didn't shy away at all.

老师 "Teacher ..." Brook was silent for a moment.

At this point, Fernando and Hathaway have come around Douglas, and the "Dead Master" has teleported.

"Visent, don't do it." Fernando glared at him.

Vicent sneered without his muscles and thin face, "Old pervert, I am also the pinnacle of legend! If you fail, I can't escape!"

“The" land of sleep "emerged from behind him, and among the black tombstones suddenly cried out like the depth of death. This was the first call, the first life was throbbing! (To be continued "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 为 嗨 而 生". If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)