Chapter 228

Colorful light and dark lines are reflected in the cracked space, light red and black fog is diffuse, and bursts of sulfur like smell are scattered in the building.

Modrian half narrowed his eyes and stared at the changes in front of him. It was very similar to the once broken shadow world, but now there was a strong smell of bottomless abyss.

"Space is being eroded, which is the pen under the legendary crown." a clear voice sounded in my ears and kept quiet all the time. The sky blue bluebird standing on modrian's shoulder suddenly opened its beak.

"This is the fulcrum of the magic Rune array, and Saroyan's soul is the core. When he was killed, he took his soul as a spark to completely ignite this space."

"If my guess is correct, the external magic Rune array has started, and we are trapped here." after storm anger · Jana was silent for a while, her blue pupil fluctuated like a breeze, bringing an inexplicable emotion, and continued.

"I wanted to stop it. Unfortunately, the starting speed of the magic Rune array is fueled by the soul, coupled with the influence of the breath of the bottomless abyss."

"Finally... I failed to stop!"

Hearing the speech, modrian raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Cana on his shoulder, asked softly, "what should we do now?"

"Wait!"

The sky blue wings stirred slightly, and a wisp of subtle breeze blew, rippled and dissipated in the blood red void around.

"Space erosion is not over yet. We can make some preparations in advance, at least not panic in the face of the coming enemy."

"In addition, I have tested the nature of the surrounding space. This is a directionally solidified space, which is between the main world and the bottomless abyss. In other words, people entering on both sides, whether ordinary people or legends, can't leave easily."

Ghana's words made modrian's heart coagulate. He smelled different tastes and cunning conspiracy.

Easy to understand, this luxurious and quiet building has become a stage in the arena under the interference and erosion of the will of the kaladimos continent and the bottomless abyss. No one can leave easily unless life and death are decided.

The waiting time is always melancholy, like facing judgment or bearing pressure alone. Endless darkness will attack the lonely soul at this moment.

Fortunately, those who followed modrian to limontanlu were the most elite soldiers of Valoran - trefari Legion soldiers.

This group of top arms, which are famous in the Knox Empire and cross the Valoran continent, show a unique temperament. They silently follow the pace of dreus and clean up the possible dangers around them.

The flickering and distorted shadow is the elite of the shadow stream church. The cooperation of the two top arms completely determines the security of this area.

Wheeze! Wheeze!

Subtle sounds suddenly sounded, like dance music before the war, quietly spread and awakened the silent blood in the heart.

"It's a simple guess. Is the trap specially prepared for me aimed at the desire for revenge?" a cold smile filled modrian's mouth, released Sigrid in his arms, and took out the gray gun and gray shield from the space ring.

The left hand gently holds the uneven handle of the gray shield. The smooth shield surface is finely polished to reflect the light red light, which is vaguely dotted with the pure white emblem carved like a hammer in the center.

When the sharp edge of the gray gun from thick to thin like a cone touched the shield surface, a dark golden brilliance hid in the badge without a trace.

With modrian's action, the trefari legion, who was already ready behind him, silently raised the heavy cavalry gun, and the blooming red life energy was mixed in the light red space.

Buzz! Buzz!

The red and black fog around the courtyard gradually disappeared, and the clear space ripples spread like ripples on the water, and suddenly filled the silent buildings,

In the next moment, the luxurious building walls, clean dark gray ground, thick blood, winding corridors and slowly burning torches suddenly disappeared with the ripples of space lines, and the extreme darkness enveloped all.

[the world of shadows turns the sky back]!

The great power of legendary magic came here, but unlike before, the breath of the bottomless abyss did not dissipate, but seemed to merge into the shadow to form a strange space in front of us.

"It's really you!" modrian looked up and looked at the colorful broken space at the moment. A dark shadow was gradually swallowing all colors, and the familiar breath came slowly.

"Shadow side Scripps!"

At this moment, the chaotic and fragmented void is like space stagnation. The legendary Lord from the waste soil abyss is forcibly squeezing the void space with the power of shadow, so that the space is distorted, folded, deformed and finally broken.

Boom!

The mighty power under the legendary crown came crashing down, tearing up the space coating, twisting and spreading space cracks, revealing a waste soil full of black flames. Through the endless darkness in the center, an indescribable great existence cast evil, cold and angry eyes.

"I once said that the shadow will come again, and that will be the end of your life!"

The power of shadow extends along the space crack, recklessly, eroding all objects encountered, including light, filled with darkness.

Zizi! Zizi!

When the extremely dark shadow spread in front of modrian, a wisp of cyan breeze suddenly blew up and gently dispersed the light fog to prevent the pace of shadow erosion.

"Do you think it's just a harmless breeze?"

The clear sound moves forward with the breeze and silently annihilates the shadow power that is about to envelop this space. It is also like announcing its own existence. The wind energy riot in the void sweeps wildly, setting off boundless transparent ripples.

Then, the sky blue bluebird on modrian's shoulder suddenly soared over the fragmented space, and its wings vibrated. It turned into a beautiful and elegant wind spirit, wrapped in white.

The exquisite cyan staff appeared in the thin and white hands. The circling cyan breeze curled around the top of the staff and pointed to the red and black fog falling in the sky.

[hurricane roaring]!

A hurricane composed of countless cyan blades was formed in front of Ghana in an instant. The transparent void was cut into dense cracks and spread like a cobweb in the inner hall of the palace.

Far more than that, all the heterogeneous energy and colorful light hovering in the fractured space are torn by the majestic suction of the cyan hurricane.

The coming extreme dark fog, the ruins of buildings turned into debris, and the floors stained with thick blood, all float into the air, pulling and rushing towards the roaring hurricane.