Shocking shouts of killing resounded through the Ice Ridge Mountains. This frost-white mountain range was soaked in bright red. From a distance, the white tops of the Black Mountains were stained with vermilion, and the beauty was weird.

Androst was surrounded by a golden halo of sacred light, and one sword cut out a brilliant golden flame that was thousands of meters long.

The golden flames pierced into an endless wave of magic, and the flames rolled like a storm, but the storm trapped Androst in it.

This is the power of the elven **** Miso, who integrates the power of the rules of the nine elven gods into her body. She has become the strongest **** in the history of the elves.

If it weren't for the soul fragments that have not been restored, you could kill Androst with a single shot.

After all, Andros is just the prophet of the Creator, not the Creator.

But even so, Miso can use magic power to trap Androst, making her unable to support the human army.

On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of coalition forces on both sides are fighting frantically. The humans, dwarves and elves who fought side by side in the past are now facing each other with their swords.

In the battlefield, there are several circles that are independent of ordinary soldiers, and that is where the top powerhouses fight decisively.

Aidan fights Lavilland.

One is the former protagonist, half in the shadow world, invincible by force.

One is the current protagonist, the artifact is added, and the magic tears the space.

Where the two were fighting, no other soldiers could approach within a hundred meters, otherwise they would be torn apart by Shadow Realm blasting and fissure magic in an instant.

The opponent of the creator is a dragon with a length of 100 meters.

But this dragon is not a real dragon, but a transformation of the witch Morrigan.

The black-haired and golden-eyed Morrigan is the magical advisor of Queen Celine of the Ole Empire, the daughter of the millennium eldest daughter of Flemas, and one of the top wizards in the world. He and Aidan and Alistair more than ten years ago Together ended the fifth dry tide.

Once held a dark magic ritual with Alistair, became pregnant with Alistair's son, and inhaled the soul of the fallen **** of beauty Uthermeer.

After the fall of the Ole Empire, at the invitation of King Alistair, she joined the court with her son who had the soul of the ancient god.

Over the years, she has been studying Freimas, the magic book of Misso, and now has the power to transform into a dragon.

Although the creator is the Great Magister, compared with Morrigan, he is still suppressed.

To the south of the battlefield, Corifias was fighting a red-haired human female magician who was enveloped in blood energy.

As the strongest dark descendant under the Great Devil, Corifias, whose overall strength was never lost to Aidan, was suddenly suppressed by the mage, and the beaten back steadily retreated.

"Corifias, last time I smashed you into pieces, but I didn't expect you to have the ability to possess, this time I won't be careless." The red-haired human female mage said.

"Hmph, speaking of it, I would also like to thank you for releasing me from the seal. In return, I will skin you cramps and humiliate you to death." Corifias grinned, his dark magic rising.

A stream of dark magical energy was produced out of thin air, hovering out of his hand, and the sky was covered in an instant.

Boom~ boom~

The sky seemed to be breathing fiercely. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of horrible dark magical energies gathered in the sky like rivers returning to the sea, squeezing each other into a pitch black ball.

The sphere just appeared, and everyone around felt a panic that the end was coming.

Especially the soldiers nearby, their entire bodies seemed to be pulled by an invisible storm, and they couldn't even stay away.

Click, click~

Countless black lightning flashed around the ball, and then fell to the ground like a whip.

Everyone struck by black lightning will instantly be torn to pieces.

And that pitch-black ball is bursting with terrifying gravity, constantly pulling the distant one towards it

"It's terrifying magic." The female magician resisted several black lightning in a row.

Every bolt of lightning would cut away large swaths of the blood red energy surrounding her body.

"Hawk, don't keep your hands anymore, kill him at all costs." The dwarf archer Varek shouted not far away.

At all costs...

The red-haired female magician hesitated for a second, seeing that every time a black lightning fell, a large number of people would die, and her eyes became firm.

Two clusters of blood-colored lights lit up in Hawke’s eyes, and the earth was shaking for thousands of meters with her as the center.

Scattered blood beads floated from the ground, and stopped in the air as if they were weightless.

Some of these blood beads are bright red, some are deep red, and some are muddy black.

That is the blood of humans, elves, dwarves, and darkborn.

In the next second, the blood rushed towards Hawke like crazy, condensing into a blood spear.

This spear is ten meters long, suspended in the air, devilish and ghostly.

"Dead." Hawke volleyed.

The blood spear turned into a red thread to pierce the black ball bursting with lightning.

The crackling black electric light hit the scarlet spear, but it couldn't shake it.

The scarlet spear went straight forward, click~

There was a clear tearing sound.

Corifias' eyes widened when he looked in the air, and his pupils shrank sharply.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The scarlet spear did not pierce the black magic in the air, but pierced him.

A surging force surged in his body, as if a giant dragon was struggling violently, trying to break out.

"Ah..." Corifias had countless red magic crystals growing all over his body, trying to use magic to dissolve the blood magic that had invaded his body.

A fierce light flashed in Hawke's eyes.

A surging blood-colored flame swept across the square like a whip, burning all the nearby Darkborn to smash.

Then he squeezed his right fist, and the power of blood magic rose to its maximum.

Corifias' heart suddenly exploded, and the blood all over his body began to converge towards a point in his body, and the thin and tall body was dry and compressed visible to the naked eye.

Marian Hawke tugged in the air, and a fist-sized blood ball burst out and tore a big hole in Corifias' chest.

"Uh~no..." Corifias trembled. Even if all the blood was emptied, the heart exploded, and the body was severely injured, he was not dead yet: "God, please save your humble servant..."

The surrounding dark descendants have been emptied, especially at this time there are still several magicians creating enchantments. Once he dies, no dark descendants can possess him and will never be resurrected.

"This time, no one can save you." Hawke murmured.

Ten years ago, when the dry tide came, she fled into the free city of Kokwo. Starting from a small mercenary, she wiped out the gang, rescued the elves, resisted the invading Kunari army, and suppressed the conflict between the Templars and the wizards.

She became a well-known defender, gained a lot and lost a lot, including her relatives and lovers.

But the biggest mistake in her life was to release Corifias, who had been sealed for a thousand years.

Because of Corifias, the sky was torn apart, and the whole continent was caught in war.

Now, she has to personally solve this fallen magister and make up for her fault.