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Chapter 216 The sun sets from the west (4k)

When ordinary people suffer a major impact on their inherent concepts, they will have uncontrollable anger and desire to attack.

And these extremely negative emotions are often poured into things, objects or people that impact one's own inherent concepts.

Luka was completely in this state at this time, with a deep hatred revealed in his eyes, which were as dark as bottomless pits, without any trace of warmth to be found.

He must completely deny the Logos in front of him, deny this abominable thing that deviated from his past impression, in order to return the flawless "master".

Viledya's eyes had no clear focus at all, as if they were wandering in the empty fallen wilderness, looking for an uncaptured target.

The next moment, blasphemous runes were intertwined on Rogoth's head, and a crown made of bones and thorns rose up. This crown was not magnificent, but it revealed an ancient authority.

The crown with a depraved atmosphere set off his handsome face, forming an inviolable majesty.

At the same time, a powerful aura burst out from him, and an invisible shock wave spread to the surroundings, causing the four Lukas to stumble back one after another, subconsciously raising their hands to block the impact of the air flow.

The violent wind roared in Gorol's ears, and along with the dust flying in the wind, his vision was slightly blurred.

He narrowed his eyes, his brown hair waving wildly, trying hard to adapt to this sudden change, quickly calming his thoughts, leaning forward slightly, and after finding a stable support point, he yelled to Weilediya beside him road:

"It should be because he was severely injured by Senior Sister Alice just now. The aura on his body is not stable and has not reached gold! Stop thinking about it! We must take this opportunity to work together to subdue him!"

boom--

Immediately afterwards, Luo Gesi found that the space he had solidified with the Luka Wood Sword was incredibly loose, and his whole body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

"It's a genius idea to imprint the 'Rogoth language' of sharpness and cutting into it, so that it can be triggered automatically with the chopping without the need for chanting. Is this also Gorol's handiwork?"

Luka turned a deaf ear to Rogers' words. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression was like a furious lion, and he opened his mouth and let out a loud and passionate roar, like deafening thunder, echoing across the vast wilderness.

After casting a calming spell on Verediya, he quickly shouted in the wind to Miara on the other side:
"Storage the healing spell to rush to Luka's aid later, and prepare that! You should understand what I'm talking about!"

"Fredek III...when I am fully accomplished, I will go to you, an old guy, to collect the debts that I have accumulated since the gathering of Scarlo." Rogers narrowed his eyes slightly and made up his mind.

Just when he was about to praise Gorol, Luka suddenly faced the pressure and stepped hard on the ground. With the rumbling vibrations and the fan-shaped ground shattering behind him, the young swordsman showed his strength and moved forward with indomitable spirit. Jue Jue brandished the wooden sword and drew a ray of cold light, slashing straight towards Luo Gesi's neck.

Luo Gesi had seen a similar scepter before. In the previous competition of the Magic Showdown, the third prince had used it to release the space-time [Falling Special] on him.

The entry of demigod-level power made it impossible for him to be as leisurely as he was at the beginning.

A violent collision sound swept through, and the tip of the sword was less than half a finger away from Luo Gesi's throat, as if it had encountered an insurmountable obstacle and could no longer move forward.

"But why do you dare to use the magic technology I invented to deal with me? Luka, such a sword cannot touch me."

Luo Gesi looked at Gorol's calm command, and a look of relief appeared on his face. He was worthy of being his most optimistic future sage and had completely lived up to his expectations.

Following this roar, Luo Gesi's eyes froze, and then his sight spanned thousands of miles, and he suddenly saw Frederic III sitting on the throne in the imperial palace.

The other party had a thick smile on his face and held a long-handled scepter shining with golden light in his hand.

When the wooden sword danced in Luka's hand, there seemed to be an invisible force running through it, and there was a heart-stopping murderous aura in the swing. It was so fast and powerful that even Luo Gesi couldn't help but be surprised.

But the scepter in the hands of Frederic III is more primitive, more solemn, more noble and powerful.

A sharp whistle resounded, and the sword edge cut through the originally solid resistance, forcing Rogers to turn sideways to avoid this sharp blow filled with majestic anger.

Gorol did not let anger rush to his head like Luka, nor was he at a loss like Viledya. Instead, he quickly recovered and took the lead to straighten his body, facing the pressure of Rogoth's momentum, and arranged The most urgent matter at the moment.

Luo Gesi's eyes moved down, curiously looking at the composition of the wooden sword, he commented in a leisurely tone and then said with a smile:

A biting chill suddenly hit him from the side. The cold breath was biting and sharp, and he felt the cold sting before it even came close to his skin.

Why is there no premonition in perception? How could Gorol have mastered such a superb concealment spell?
Following the doubts welling up in his heart, Rogers turned his head and looked in another direction, looking straight across the mountains and rivers, and saw Vice Principal Avery standing on the top of the Sage Tower.

There was deep sadness in the eyes of this little old lady, and there was a trace of sadness hidden in the corners of her eyes. She didn't know whether she was mourning Alice's experience or feeling sad about Logos's fall.

It seems that a long time ago, the vice-principal clapped her hands and said that she hopes to become the glory of Saint Helta, stand with the professors in the college, and cleanse Thackeres from falling into the abyss of disorder. The shame comes.

Perhaps at that time, this wise old lady had foreseen something?

Logos waved his hand to disperse the frost, put aside his distracting thoughts, leaned forward slightly, and appeared in front of Gorol in an instant, speaking in a serious tone:

"I discovered a long time ago that for magicians, physical fitness is a major shortcoming that cannot be ignored. You should learn from Luka and improve your physical fitness a little."

Before Gorol could recover from the shock, Rogoth mercilessly waved his cane and slashed down with huge power.

"Lava!"

After a sweet shout, sparks flew everywhere, and the cane hit the shield formed by lava, causing a sizzling sound.

"The little dragon that originally needed to be protected has now learned to protect its companions. This really makes the master happy."

Logos looked at Velaydiya holding the magma shield, a pleased smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and commented gently.

As he applied pressure, the shield was instantly filled with red cracks, and the hot breath became thicker. Just when he wanted to mobilize his magic power to disintegrate the shield, a strange divine power surrounded him, instantly suppressing his control over the magic power.

At this moment, the old man, who was wearing a pure white sacrificial robe and a white beard hanging down to the ground, was half-closing his old eyes, ignoring the distance of thousands of miles, and looking at Luo Gesi indifferently.

"Is it possible to be targeted by the most powerful men of the three major forces at the same time because of the sin of killing the saint, or because the threat I pose is too great? But such an honor is really rare..."

While Luo Gesi was sighing in his heart, Veideya, who was gritting her teeth to support herself, had veins popping out on her forehead. She suddenly opened her mouth and screamed, bursting out with a thrilling dragon roar.

This roar from the ancient bloodline was like a heavy blow, hitting Luo Gesi's heart hard, followed by the explosive wind set off by Gorol's magic spell, which instantly blew Luo Gesi to in mid-air.

The biting frost gradually climbed up his robe, got close to his skin, and seeped into his muscles and bones, slowing down his movements.

If we only talk about Luca and the others, they would not be able to push Logos to such an extent. However, the strength of the three major forces, coupled with the increasingly serious exclusion of the world's will, completed this miracle.

Luo Gesi stood in the air, holding his cane tightly, looking at the magic book that was slowly turning the pages beside him, mobilizing the spirituality of the earth, causing a spike to rise from the ground in the blink of an eye, blocking the wooden sword attack from the air. .

"How many times have I said that you can't do anything based on impulse. You must learn from Gorol. When necessary, calm down and change your thinking. Instead of rushing in like this, it is better to find a blind corner and sneak attack..."

His pupils shifted to the left, his tone was full of helplessness, and he spoke tiredly to Luka beside him.

Suddenly, light shone from beneath him. With the help of Gorol, Viledya opened her mouth and spat out a stream of blazing dragon breath. It was like a scorching spear, cutting the air with a scorching fire. The air flow went straight to the side of Logos's back.

Luka also took this opportunity to turn the blade of the sword, drawing a sharp arc, setting off a whirlpool in the air, changing from a slash to a downward slash, and accurately hit Luo Gesi's heart, leaving him with an irresistible feeling. Falling straight to the ground due to inertia.

Then a cloud of dust arose on the ground, and the impact of the heavy blow shook the surrounding areas. Mud and stones danced wildly in the air.

"Miara, now!!!"

Seeing this scene, Gorol frowned, his eyes were full of anxiety, his voice was hoarse and trembling, and he shouted urgently towards Miyala, who had been prepared for a long time.

Light--

Logos saw a warm light, soft and bright, shining on him, bringing an indescribable comfort.

His originally tense expression slowly relaxed, allowing the slender chains emerging from the void to wrap around his limbs and torso, gradually binding his body.

The roaring sound on the ground was like the rapid galloping of thousands of troops, and the sky seemed to be shaken by it. The black clouds trembled endlessly, cracking huge gaps and casting scorching sunlight.

Continuous echoes stirred in Luo Gesi's ears. He slowly adjusted his posture, sat down cross-legged, placed the wooden staff across his knees, and slowly closed the magic book and fell into his arms.

Huge black walls protruded from the ground one after another, like giant flowers that were closing, gradually sealing the space centered on Logos.

"Derlik has never done anything to harm innocent people. All his actions were carried out under my instructions. You don't need to doubt his kindness."

There was still a faint smile on Rogers' face. He looked at Miyala standing in front of him and told him about Derek.

Then he looked at the heavy-faced Luka, Gorol and Viledya, and opened his mouth to continue preaching, but suddenly felt that now was not the time to preach.

When he wanted to get up and caress the heads of these students as usual, the chains surrounding him suddenly lit up with a bright light and made clear sounds of friction and swimming. Before he could even sit up halfway, he was severely beaten. Drag it back.

"master……"

Gorol's eyes were full of hesitation and contemplation, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was struggling to express his innermost emotions. He opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He hesitated to speak, feeling at a loss.

The scene unfolded like a silent painting, with only the stone walls that kept shaking and closing rubbing and colliding with each other, making low and primitive sounds.

"What? Do you want to be locked here with me until death?"

Luo Gesi looked at the four speechless people and suddenly laughed. Then he slightly bent his fingers and bounced towards the students with an irresistible soft wind:

"You must study hard and strive to be engraved in the history books with my name, so that you can be worthy of the name of Luo Gesi's disciple."

Before the four people could respond, they were blown away by the wind and disappeared into the gradually closing "home".

Luo Gesi looked up at the dark surroundings and saw the last trace of external light completely dissipated. He rubbed the iron chain that bound him with his palms and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Plans again and again, plunders one after another, and promotions one after another, finally brought him to this point.

Thinking back to the figure of Alice lying in his arms, he slowly closed his eyes, thinking that he could not delay for too long and must complete the collection of achievements as soon as possible...

Outside the "Anshen Residence", four consecutive landing sounds were heard, stirring up a handful of dust.

The originally corrupted sky is gradually becoming clearer, and the distant skyline reveals clear boundaries, as if a baptism is taking place.

After the four people stood up, they did not immediately brush off the dust on their bodies, but looked at the tall and mysterious black triangular tower in front of them with complicated expressions.

The edges of the giant tower are sharp and regular, the shape is solemn and upright, and each side is straight and steep without any protrusions or extraneous decoration.

As the sun sets in the west, the shadow of the giant tower gradually extends eastward. At sunset, the shadow expands to its longest length, reflecting a huge and magnificent silhouette.

Finally, the sun sets in the west, and the shadow completely disappears into the darkness, leaving only a vague mark on the ravaged wilderness, etching a faint trace of the passage of time.

(End of this chapter)