Chapter 276:
The sudden attack by the Zhongming coalition achieved some results. They may not have thought that these people would organize another offensive in just two days, but this seemed to be in vain, because the cursed city had changed its direction.
The thousand-meter-long mouth opened unconsciously, and the inside was filled with sharp teeth that were tens of meters long, growing layer by layer deep into the depths, like the mouthparts of a leech, and the blood-sucking target was obviously a mortal. The race and the world itself, hundreds of meters long tentacles twitching towards the ground, everyone consciously stayed away from it, even the madmen of Chaos, no one wanted to be swallowed into that big mouth.
Billak manipulated his "throne" to move towards the coalition forces. This mobile fortress may have its own consciousness. Even though the city of Kislev was relatively close to it, it still chose to move south.
The Chaos army consciously ran towards the distance. This originally slow-moving mobile fortress seemed to have changed its rhythm at this moment. It could only move a few steps per hour, but now it has become twice as fast. Maybe it is still not fast, but if Counting that terrifying size, it can travel hundreds of meters in one step.
Many people who had no time to escape were crushed to pieces by the huge feet. The tentacles that unconsciously twitched downwards seemed to come alive at this time, sending the approaching creatures into the big mouth in front, no matter they were small Kurgans. Neither humans nor beastmen, nor trolls nor bullhorns were spared.
This caused the Chaos army to start to commotion. After all, it looked like it was being attacked from both inside and outside.
But soon, it seemed that Isava Kuhl had reached some agreement with Billak, or that the twelfth Eternal Chosen had threatened the demon prince who had crowned him. Those tentacles no longer swept life toward the ground. The pace of action also began to slow down.
Just when I thought the mobile fortress had returned to normal, a violent bell sounded from above, resounding throughout the battlefield.
"Boom~"
The bells rang covered up the sound of the fighting, the screams of the shells falling on the ground, and all other sounds, as if the only thing left in the world was this elegy that resounded through the sky.
The elegy lasted for twelve times. With each bell ringing from above, all creatures who believed in the dark gods felt a kind of gaze. The bodies of many people who were fighting became tougher and stronger, and the marks of chaos became clearer. It was horrifying, and those who could not withstand the blessings of the dark gods grew large pieces of flesh and tentacles, turning into chaos eggs on the spot, waving their twisted bodies crazily to attack all living things around them.
What's even more tragic are those who neither upgraded nor turned into Chaos Eggs. Their arms and heads grew grotesque limbs. After breaking their armor, they lost their minds and attacked the enemy crazily with weapons. .
Every sound of the bell seemed to be accompanied by a wanton and wild laughter. Finally, when the bell was about to ring the thirteenth time, it suddenly stopped, and Bilak's throne became even more crazy, and the frequency of actions increased.
Obviously the demon prince cannot accept this reality. Thirteen represents destruction. If the bell rings this time, then all the lives present will serve as nutrients for this throne. Maybe he can fulfill his long-cherished wish of thousands of years at this moment and become immortal. The god of shadows.
"Teclis!"
Without Imric's reminder, the Archmage had already raised the Staff of the Moon and began to use himself as the source to gather the wind of magic provided by the Savri Wizard Group. The twelve bells ringed the surrounding area. The wind of magic has made it extremely chaotic. The only way to complete the siege magic is before the thirteenth bell rings, otherwise the fate of destruction will befall everyone.
A strong sense of tearing appeared in Teclis' body, as if his body was about to be shattered by this powerful magic. He was trying the magic that a dragon tamer taught him a long time ago. It was a powerful magic thousands of years ago. , even among the elves, only dragon tamers can use Slang's advanced magic - the annihilation of cities. In this era where most of the energy of the mortal world is absorbed by the maelstrom, even if Slan wants to use these horrifyingly powerful advanced magics, he needs to rely on the power of the giant spiritual network. Otherwise, it will be difficult to reproduce like the dragon tamer. A powerful mage who can destroy an army of ten thousand people with just one person.
Teclis has already learned about the frequency of use of Kislev Leyline energy with the help of Katrin. This is the certainty that he will take the risk to do this. This calm man also has a passionate day, just to save the world.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the huge energy in Teclis' hands. The pure energy of the eight winds seemed to turn into a ball of sun in his hands, emitting light enough to burn souls around.
After he put down the Moon Staff, an energy ball with a diameter of half a kilometer appeared from above Prague and fell straight down, and a roar came from the throne, "No!
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Bilak Maybe I never expected that I would encounter a Slann-level spellcaster in the remote countryside of Kislev. The thirteenth bell suddenly stopped ringing. The inner castle that was hit may have been protected by chaos energy, but it was still hit. Most of it fell off, causing cracks to appear in the Bell of Destruction that he had worked so hard to build.
Plagg began to become paralyzed. Hundreds of sharp hard stones on it were crushed into powder by this force. A large number of tentacles burned themselves under the pure magical energy. After a violent roar, it was probably Be'lak's power that protected it. It didn't break into pieces directly, but the 100-meter boulder that fell obviously showed that Prager's condition would not be very good.
The huge feet that were originally moving began to stagnate, as if they were still feeling the afterglow of this high-level magic point.
Belegar, who was sitting on the cradle in the dragon's hands, was stunned. Looking at Teclis' miraculous magic, he couldn't help but poked Thorgrin next to him, who was much more knowledgeable than himself, and said dullly, "The ancestors all Did you fight against this kind of monster and win in the end?"
Belegar really couldn't imagine that this kind of power would come from the hands of that extremely thin-looking elf. If he had his help in regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain, he would be able to wipe out the huge number of greenskins in one fell swoop. Will its elimination change the Angland clan's numerical disadvantage for thousands of years...
He did not dare to think deeply about this idea, but the scene of paralyzing Plagg was still deeply imprinted in his heart.
Belegar raised his head and glanced at Imrik in front of him. Teclis with such power must obey the orders of the Dragon Prince, so will his power be even more terrifying? The Silver Dragon Horn of Ysrama... ...
Thorgrim was also stunned by Belegar's question. If everyone in the elves had such strength, then the revenge war would be a fart and they would huddle in the mountain fortress and pray that they are not interested in the broken stones in the mountains.
"This is a minority, be prepared, the action is about to begin."
(End of Chapter)