The war of killing is ending at an incredible speed.

Without the help of the goblin species and the giant species, the demon species faced the forest species and the nightmare species, but the fish on the chopping board, which was left to be slaughtered.

In the end, the grass dome fleet arrived within the attack range of the fantasy species "Devil".

The latter had already stopped creating the demon species, and watched vigilantly for the ants that gathered together and planned to kill the elephant.

Because of its size, it cannot move in the usual sense. The erosive "small world" can only be deployed around the body as a weapon and shield to guard against the enemy's upcoming attack.

——.

In the sky, the sound of Xixi rustling filled the sky. Not surprisingly, it should be the words of the "Devil" curse and anger.

But neither the Nightmare Species nor the Mori Jing Species can understand.

Xinke Nierbalian didn't hesitate, and at the moment when the fantasies couldn't bear it, he activated the main gun of the All-Grass Dome Ship.

The emerald magic light, the bows of the ships lit up, the magic patterns of the magical technique were condensed, condensing the power, and finally the violent roar impacted.

Hundreds of emerald green lights flash across the sky like shooting stars, illuminating the night at dusk.

The resistance of the small world, the breakthrough and neutralization of magic.

Xinke Nielbarian should be regarded as the most deeply researched existence in this world before surrendering to the God of Disaster.

In the same way, the technique she composes is completely aimed at weakness.

Even with the "authority of creation," the fantasy species is the fantasy species, and it is impossible to become the **** spirit species. Therefore, the individual nature of the "devil" is no different from the conventional fantasy species.

Slowly, the iron wall-like defense of the "small world" opened a gap.

‘Lawrence. ’

'Um. ’

In the dark night, the leader of the Nightmare species who kept a posture still for a long time and swallowed the flame moved.

It pulled the spiral sword from the ground and lifted it high, as if it was guiding something, the flames on its body burned more and more hot.

Lawrence chanted in a low voice with a substantial voice.

"The Star of Fingari, the king of the northern division gate, the source of all vitality, the ancient sun, the disperser of darkness and mist, the enemy of cold, Ketugya, please listen to this chant, please give The great unquenchable flame burns the enemy into dust under your seat..."

Call the great secret technique of "Ketugya Flame".

Pure violence, pure heat.

It was taught by a former great occultist and used it in the hands of Lawrence, the leader of the Nightmare Species.

The sky looked like a hole in the Holy Grail flowing out of black mud, and there was a pulsating orange in the darkness.

Then, the orange-red color followed the gap opened by the Mori Essence, and penetrated into the Fantasy Demon's body before the small world repaired itself.

The flame broke out.

...

"this is……?"

The black-haired young man who was making cakes for Fanlou stopped his hands.

In the next moment, the **** of disaster easily tore the top of the grass dome ship. The beast ear mother who was startled and the strange **** of suspiciousness squinted his eyes and stared at the orange flame pillar linking heaven and earth. .

This feels... why? That great secret technique is not for summoning...

""Tentative" Rope, what happened? "

"Abandon for a while, Fanlou."

Rope's figure gradually disappeared from the space.

"Some very strange things have happened, I have to deal with it. Regarding the answer to the "name", please wait until you come back and continue..."

"Accepted."

Fanlou nodded obediently, and then continued to concentrate on digging the small piece of cake in his hand.

Sweets...

It is indeed a good thing.

Chapter 47: The Beautiful Girl of Yan, Ketuge Assam Part 1

The pillar of flame did not cause such an exaggerated effect. The so-called storm of burning embers is nothing more than the aftermath of the position.

The orange-red "river" hanging from the sky quietly melted the body of the fantasy "devil" like magma.

The latter cannot even resist.

The heat is unparalleled, and the sublime does not allow rebellion.

As long as the flames appear, it can only wait for death in a daze. The expansion of the "small world", the art of art, and the other abilities of fantasy are all useless.

The noise that exceeds the limit of hearing acceptance, after a round of fiery red objects like the sun descends in the sky, the life of the fantasy "devil" is over.

Transformed into the most basic ether in the universe.

While defending against the baptism of flames, all the intellectual creatures present held their breath, looking up at the sun wheel and fire clouds hanging high in the night sky.

——The greatness carved into the soul.

‘...Lawrence, is the flame of His Majesty Ketgeya so exaggerated? ’

‘No, I’m using it for the first time. ’

The flame on Lawrence disappeared completely, and like other nightmare species and forest spirit species, it stared at the fireball that should have been summoned by him.

It is similar to the effect of the Great Secret Art recorded in its memory, but Lawrence always feels something is wrong.

This spirituality, this dignity, this fearful and maddening sense of menace that can’t wait to tear the body...

No, this is definitely not a mere "Ketugya sacred fire"!

Wait, it's impossible...! ?

There are not many similar alternative answers. After a brief period of thought, Lawrence thought of a terrible result. This idea almost made the leader of the Nightmare species cool from head to toe.

No, no... this secret technique is not the effect...