The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1082

Due to the temporary activation of the teleportation magic, the magic that could originally be used to locate the teleportation became disordered, and the half-elf was affected and appeared on the edge of the battle between the saint priest and the dragon.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed across the eyes of the priest Frank, and he immediately uttered a majestic voice: "God says that anyone who does not believe in me will be punished!!"

A huge golden sword fell from the sky and locked onto the raised and ferocious head of the dragon Figueras.

"Roar!!"

The dragon was also aware of the fact that the half-elves appeared around them, and when the priest uttered the sacred prayer, it roared and prepared a powerful dragon language magic.

Sparks appeared all over the sky, quickly absorbing and devouring the energy released by the powerful men in battle, and then expanding into fireballs the size of basketballs, just like the stars in the sky falling to the earth.

The longer a fireball exists in the air, the more intense the flames on its surface become. When the priest who was the first to be hit accidentally touched one of the fireballs during his action, the fireball immediately reacted violently. An explosion comparable to the power of legendary magic immediately caused a chain reaction, detonating several other fireballs around the priest.

Boom boom boom boom
If the priest had not already placed several protective spells on his body, he would have been injured by the successive magic explosions.

But even so, Frank was not feeling well at this moment. The light of his protective magic, mainly based on divine protection, dimmed. It was obvious that most of the power had been consumed. He was afraid that he could not withstand the next wave of fireball explosions.

At this time, the dragon lowered its head, and its pair of spiral horns resisted the Sword of Holy Light Judgment that fell from the sky. It was temporarily suppressed by the great power contained in its divine magic.

However, due to the dragon's proud character and its unique physical talents, as time went by, its drooping head gradually rose up. At the same time, inside its throat covered with red dragon scales, a dark light flickered and brewed.

"Roar!!"

There was another low roar, and the dragon finally raised its proud head again, its bloody mouth opened wildly, and a blue-white ray suddenly shot out from its mouth. While resisting the powerful divine magic, it also attacked the priest who was chanting not far away.

"God said: Anyone who believes in me will be blessed!!"

Frank was not easy to deal with either, but he was less brutal and crazy than the dragon. The priest, who valued his own life more, was not prepared to cast offensive spells, but was ready to cast a divine blessing on himself again, which happened to help him withstand the dragon's destructive light!

After all, the Divine Protection was the most powerful tortoise shell magic in Feynman's world. It completely protected Frank, but it also caused him to be blown away by the power of the Light of Destruction.

boom! !

The magic power of the Sword of Divine Judgment dissipated as time passed, and in the end, the dragon's horn made the core magic pattern unstable, and then it shattered into tiny bits of energy and dissipated. The dragon, which suddenly became free, did not delay, and flapped its wings violently, stirring up a gust of wind comparable to legendary magic, driving its huge body into a sharp arrow and flying straight towards the half-elf who was free falling a thousand meters away.

".snke"

The saint-level magician Malaisit's teleportation direction deviated from the half-elf and appeared at a farther location, but as a long-range professional, this distance was just enough for him to cast spells calmly.

Malaisit has not been idle since he left the teleportation. The magic barrier on his body that was broken by the assassin Sherman has been refilled, and he still has time to prepare a powerful magic with the luxurious equipment on his body.

As the last magic syllable fell, a huge lightning spear sizzled and twisted, and under the control of Malaxit's powerful mind, it crossed a space of several thousand meters in an instant and appeared in front of the dragon.
The battle between the saints was fierce and chaotic. The tremendous energy fluctuations formed fierce magic tides that spread for hundreds of miles and enveloped the entire misty forest.

Various creatures living in the forest hid in the darkness and shivered. Their instincts told them that they needed to leave this dangerous area as soon as possible, but their uncontrollable bodies were completely unable to move, and they could only wait for death to come.

Compared to them, the various demigod-level warriors at the edge of the battlefield were much better off, at least they were free to move. It was just that their situation was somewhat awkward, because they could not intervene in the battle of the saints, and their attacks were not threatening enough to the saints.

The few who can have an impact on the battles of saints are perhaps the spellcasters and priests who can add or subtract various magic and divine effects. They can cast magic and divine arts against specific targets from a distance, thereby bringing positive or negative effects to the saints in battle, which can play a certain role to some extent.

Those melee professionals could only stare blankly at this great war that would surely go down in the history of the Mansa Wilderness. At the same time, they were also cautiously alert to the potential opponents around them, but they did not dare to start a war easily. After all, behind each of these faces was a major force in the wilderness, and they were even allies of each other.

As time goes by, more teams and forces continue to join in. The Misty Forest, which seems vast but is actually not that vast, gathers almost all the power of the most powerful camps in the entire Mansa Wilderness, as well as the top wave of strong men.

If humans or elves could know about this and make arrangements in advance, keeping all of this wave of strong men in the forest, then the wilderness would no longer pose much of a threat to their ongoing ambitions of world domination!

Alan has no idea how many times he has activated his Fury skill. When he reached the Saint level, especially when his body was completely energized, the cooldown time of his Fury skill became shorter and shorter, the duration of the effect became longer and longer, and the side effects became fewer and fewer. This allowed him to unleash his powerful combat power more easily.

But even so, in such a chaotic fight, Alan could not gain much advantage. The churches of the Temple of Nature were lurking in the dark, with powerful saints that had never been heard of. They were also not easy to deal with. They were powerful and difficult to deal with.

Alan has to deal with the unreasonable attacks from other strong men around him at any time, and then work together with them to launch fierce attacks on other opponents. The brainpower and mentality that Alan needs to spend are much more than those in ordinary battles.

However, he also felt a bit comfortable and passionate. Ever since he knew that there were so many hidden rules in becoming a saint, he had to weigh the pros and cons and think for a long time before engaging in a fight.

Now that even the saint-level beings of the Temple Church have taken action, no matter how excessive one may be in the battle, there is no need to worry too much about being reckoned with afterwards, and naturally there is no need to hold back.