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The surging fire light illuminates the world, and the dazzling light cuts through the sky.

In a place more than 3,000 meters away from the central battlefield, the blood-red fire cloud dimmed in an instant, and the blood that was originally flaring was also trembling like a dying candle.

Rumble!

At the moment when the burning cloud touched those attacks, the terrifying energy fluctuations spread in all directions, setting off dust waves, and for a time, the battlefield was a cloud of mist, which almost obscured all the sights.

Of course, this line of sight interference is nothing to the silver-tier strong, they still have the ability to observe the distant scene.

However, other people do not have this kind of elegance.

Boom!

The distant sky suddenly brightened for a moment, and amidst the endless light and heat, a surging mushroom cloud suddenly rose.

The extremely violent shock wave, like a mad dragon, centered on the location of the covered blow, raging in all directions with a terrifying speed that surpasses the speed of sound.

The vast majority of the battlefield, whether it was the Black Iron Steps belonging to the combined forces or the Black Iron Steps that belonged to the Empire and the Dwarves at that time, gave up the idea of ​​attacking the other side and began to resist the aftermath of this horror.

Such a terrifying explosion, such a short distance, it is fortunate that such a group of people are not ordinary people, and they are protected by various self-defense magic equipment, otherwise, they are estimated to be blown up in the aftermath. It's vacillating like fallen leaves.

However, the current situation is not bad. Most people are busy stabilizing their bodies and don't have much energy to attack each other.

The high-end combat power of the empire and the dwarves is also because most of the attention is placed in the distance, so they did not take the opportunity to brutally attack the two guys who were sold.

The cold men and thin men are also a few of them. They didn't take the opportunity to make trouble, but they kept their current state tacitly, thinking about ways to get out.

After all, if they don't take the initiative to make troubles, they may still linger.

Such a simple choice, you know how to choose with your feet.

Therefore, the fierce conflict on the battlefield suddenly stopped, and the gunfire that had never stopped was also stopped.

Everyone, either actively or passively, has shifted their attention to a distance.

Allen stood in place, looking at the dusty place that was shrouded in that huge mushroom cloud.

The five senses that originated from the physical body but have not been sublimated were not able to exert much effect at this time. He could only detect the distant place with a mixture of spiritual sense, sixth sense, and master-level "potential" skills.

However, there is still no result.

It's not because such a powerful detection can't break through the disturbing mana particle fluctuations there, it's just because Allen's perception can't spread so far.

This is very embarrassing.

In the past, for various reasons, Allen's required detection location is not far away, and most of them are by his side.

And this kind of distance can completely make Allen more sensitive than ordinary silver rank powerhouses to exert all their strength.

Therefore, Allen basically did not consider the situation that if the distance is too far, the perception cannot be spread.

But now, Allen encountered this unprecedented situation, which made him speechless for a while.

It's not that he doesn't know the limits of his perception.

You know, as a strong person, knowing the upper and lower limits of one's strength is the most basic requirement.

Only by clearly understanding the size of one's abilities can one have enough self-confidence and self-knowledge.

However, the situations he encountered in the past made him neglect this problem, consciously or unconsciously, and it was only now that this problem broke out.

Okay, since your own ability is not enough, then ask for help.

"Leonard, what happened there, are the people of the Pale Council still alive?"

Very skilled in connecting with Leonard, Allen asked unceremoniously.

"We are still exploring, but there is no result for the time being."

"The magical energy fluctuations there are extremely chaotic. The previous wave of blows was too strong, allowing the magical energy particles that originally moved irregularly to run under the action of external forces, forming a chaotic situation that swallowed all prying eyes from the outside world. "

"But..."

Having said this, Leonard's words paused, his tone a little hesitant.

"However, we seem to perceive that there seems to be some kind of extraordinary existence in it."

Alan's heart suddenly shuddered, and his already cautious eyes became more condensed again.

You know, Leonard is already a silver-ranked existence, and he can be called a higher-personal transcendent existence, at least they are all golden-ranked.

However, the current world has slowly begun, and the concentration of mana particles is far from returning to the prosperous level of the ancient times.

Although the difficulty of advanced gold is much lower than in the past, it is not that simple.

There are countless silver rank powerhouses in the world, and the major forces' attention to these people has never diminished. Although it is impossible to get too detailed information, this kind of advanced gold information is impossible to miss.

But now, the empire has never received information in this regard, so it should not be a living golden rank powerhouse.

So, is it an extraordinary tool of the golden rank?

It's also not quite right. Leonard is talking about transcendent existence.

Since the term "existence" is used, it should have a breath of life, and it can't be the kind that only has dead things.

So is it the immortal stigma?

Allen looked into the distance, thinking deeply.

[If this is the case, then Hall's approach can also make sense. 】

[After all, as the spiritual will of the Golden Rank powerhouse is condensed, what kind of power the Tao's manifest "Immortal Stigma" possesses, except for the real Golden Rank powerhouse, only those who own "them" know. 】

Thinking of this, Allen suddenly remembered something and asked Leonard: "Could the scarlet thread just be caused by Hall's spell cast by the stigmata."

Allen did not explain, and directly uttered the word "stigmata", because he believed that things that he could infer, these knowledgeable wizards could also infer.

Perhaps Allen was quicker to respond because he had searched for information about his own "potential" and learned about gold in the near future.

However, few spellcasters who can achieve the silver rank are incompetent. They may react a little slower, but they will definitely be aware of this problem.

"Well, we had a serious discussion just now and thought it should be like this."

Sure enough, Leonard gave a positive answer.

"Also, when we started it, it was too easy. How can I say it, it's as if Hall just gave up without resisting much."

Hearing this, Allen had a vague guess in his heart, "You said, did he do this deliberately to mess up the situation, and then get out of it?"

"Very likely." Regarding Allen's question, Leonard gave his affirmative answer.

The short flow of information was exchanged rapidly between the two, and a more efficient way of exchanging messages than language allowed the two to talk extremely quickly, which seemed to say a lot, but it was just a second of effort from the outside world.

Then the two suspended this exchange.

Not because there is nothing to say, but simply because the mushroom cloud in the distance has changed.

The huge canopy slowly collapsed, and terrifying clouds poured down like water.

However, in this heavy black cloud, there are different colors.

At the bottom of the mushroom cloud, in the black barrier, a dim red swayed with the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any time.

But the flames were tough, like wildfires falling on the grassland, vowing to set off an endless sea of ​​fire, fulfilling the promise of "a single spark can set a prairie fire".

"This is really incredible."

Allen responded with a sigh.

In the next moment, the dots of fire disappeared into the black mist in the blink of an eye.

But Ellen and the others knew that this did not mean that the fire was extinguished, it was simply because they had left the central area that was attacked.

Although expected, Allen sighed after seeing this scene.

"Kill."

Now that the excitement has been watched, then the business has continued.

The empire that had been trimmed up took the lead to attack and charged towards the enemy who had almost run out of ammunition and food.

Anyway, they also understood that such a terrorist attack was like washing the ground. If they didn't move enough distance, even the aftermath would be enough for them to bear.

But before they worked so hard to separate them, they were only 500 meters apart.

And now that the other party sees the miserable situation on Hall's side, it is estimated that it is impossible to give them a chance to distance themselves.

Nonsense, that kind of horrible attack, who can survive? The guys on the opposite side will follow them even if they are desperate. Even if they are killed on the battlefield, it is better than dead.

Therefore, in this case, Allen and the others no longer follow their previous strategic intentions.

The only guy on the opposite side who might pose a threat to them has already ran away after paying a huge price, and the rest of the others are nothing at all.

The real swords and guns will be finished as soon as they go up. With such a big advantage, so many high-end combat power, the casualties will not be much. No, it should be said that there are only injuries at most, and death is impossible.

Because of this, the two sides tacitly began to charge face-to-face, starting the most direct and most tragic fight.

Of course, the tragedy is for the group of trash fish of the combined forces.

Although I don't know how generous the rewards were given by those who invited them, Allen can be sure that they lost money to grandma's house this time.

Don't say whether you can return to the original, even your life is estimated to stay here.

Converging his mind, Allen began to wander the battlefield.

However, he will not take the initiative, mainly to observe the situation, and then help when he is about to be injured.

This is also the mainstream practice of the silver rank powerhouses of the Empire and the dwarves.

After all, it doesn't make much sense for Wushuang to do more things like mowing. Anyway, it's a spike. It's better to stay and give the guys below a bit of experience, so that they can grow up as soon as possible.

Of course, although other Wushuang mowing is useless, Alan has it. No matter how small a mosquito is, he is still a black iron step. He still has experience to kill these guys.

However, after careful consideration for a while, he still gave up.

Because compared with this not-so-noticeable experience, the growth of one's own person and the improvement of combat power are the most important.

Allen thought, and then suddenly exerted force under his feet, the solid ground was trampled out of the terrifying cracks of the cobweb, and a crater about one meter in diameter collapsed.

...

"Die."

A grim-faced guy tightly grasped the arm on the sword passing through his chest, and the vitality remaining in his body made him wield a long knife, and slashed towards the executive commissioner in black uniform in front of him.

Even if I am going to die, I will drag you down to the funeral.

Ooh!

The sharp long knife tore the air under the final eruption, making a whistling sound like a faint swallow, as terrifying as the cry of a ghost.

Under the pressure of death, this short-lived guy seemed to have reached an unprecedented realm. The long knife that pierced the air pulled out a perfect half-moon arc in the air, and the knife was light.

The cold blade surface reflected his last appearance.

His face was hideous and terrifying, his forehead was bruised, his eyes were bloodshot, his mouth was spitting blood, and his complexion was flushed abnormally.

He seemed to be able to see the guy on the opposite side about to die by his knife, his eyes filled with ecstasy, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously cocked.

Clang!

However, the next moment, a clear metal crash made his dreams disappear.

"Be careful."

A gentle male voice suddenly appeared, as cordial as the brother next door.

However, this kind of voice sounded like a devil's babble to him who was about to die.

Pouch!

He was perfectly intercepted by the attack of the lore, and the body whose power was gradually waning was not enough for him to make another shot. Under his breath attacking his heart, he spouted a big mouthful of blood from the hole.

Then, I only felt that my eyes were dark, and I lost control of my body.

In the last scene in his memory, there was only a long black sword with a sheath resting on his long knife, and the five fingers held on the handle were slender and white as jade.

He was looking up, trying his best to look up, trying to see exactly what the guy who made him look like.

However, the vitality remaining in the body quickly lost, and endless darkness spread like a tide. In the end, he also failed to complete this idea and fell into a permanent sleep in endless pain.

"Be careful next time." Allen didn't even look at the stubborn man, but asked the comrade who had been rescued by himself in a gentle tone.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, Allen disappeared in front of the other party again and continued his "fire fighting" operation.

Time slowly passed, this battlefield far away from Gloria City gradually became quiet, and the fierce battle came to an end.

Seeing the changes in the scene, the thin men and cold men who were taken care of by several silver rank mages, couldn't help but become impatient at this time.

"What to do?"

"You ask me, who am I asking?"

Two crazy ideas circulated and collided in the void, communicating quickly.

Seeing the number of people brought by their subordinates and the other stupid man gradually diminished, their hearts seemed to bleed in pain.

However, they can only watch this scene helplessly.

Because they couldn't break through the encirclement of the silver rank mages on the opposite side at all, just dealing with the attack on the opposite side had already affected most of their energy ~ lightnovelpub.net~ They really had more than enough energy.

However, this is not what makes them most anxious.

What worries them long ago is that even the silver mages who surrounded the two of them did not give their full strength. It seemed that they only wanted to trap the two of them.

The skinny man and the cold man naturally knew each other's intentions, didn't they just boil the frog in warm water, wait until the battle on the battlefield stabilizes, and then solve the two of them.

However, even if they know what it is, do they still have the power to resist?

As time passed, the empire and the dwarves slowly but resolutely completed the task of suppressing the hostile forces with absolute strength.

In the end, the battle came to an end when the two people were either unwilling to contradict or were relieved and decadent.

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