Wizard Immortal

Chapter 436 War and Escape

Ahh ...

Intermittent screams and wails lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

In the distance, the dark elves' movements attracted everyone's attention.

A vast and magnificent altar was erected at lightning speed. On the altar, one after another demonic beasts were thrown in, followed by races enslaved by the dark elves, including earth demons, dark orcs, and so on.

In the end, even the Dark Elves' own army was forcibly thrown in, swallowed by the bottomless altar, and placed on it as a sacrifice.

The sheer number of offerings resulted in countless skeletons accumulating beneath the altar, shrouded in a thick aura of death and emanating massive amounts of negative energy particles—enough to make any wizard present turn pale.

"What are they trying to do?!"

On the city wall, watching the movements of the dark elves in the distance, King Castor's expression changed, and a bad premonition arose.

Before he could do anything, a furious roar came quickly from afar.

An immense power, powerful enough to tear the heavens and split the earth, erupted. Standing on the ground, the colossal demon roared, and then its entire body began to change.

Under Adir's gaze, his already enormous body swelled up again, and the black scales covering his body shone brightly. At this moment, he seemed to have received a replenishment of new power, and his aura became even more terrifying and powerful. His body, which had been somewhat weak due to excessive power consumption from the long battle with Adir, stabilized and no longer showed any signs of collapse.

"Fresh flesh and blood."

A pair of scarlet eyes gradually opened. After receiving a sufficient replenishment of power, the demon god before them seemed to have undergone many changes. Its previously dormant mind began to awaken under the stimulation of the power.

He had just opened his eyes when he stared at the hundreds-of-meters-tall silver behemoth before him, and was immediately stunned, as if he remembered something: "The Moon King..."

He seemed to recognize Adir's identity, looking somewhat surprised: "The pure-blooded moon elves of yesteryear, there are still remnants of their descendants left?"

"Lord Allan!" Lucius's voice came quickly from behind.

His aura fluctuated wildly, indicating that the injuries he sustained from being severely wounded by Adir had not yet subsided. He forced himself to endure the excruciating pain and looked at the colossal demon in the distance, saying, "Time is running out. Please act quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Allan did not make a move. He just looked at the Moon King, who was Adir in his presence, and the blood-red color in his eyes became brighter.

Boom...

A streak of blood-red light flashed through the air. After a while, he finally made his move. His arm, covered in scales, struck out fiercely, and the surrounding air began to stagnate, as if it had been frozen.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. In Adir's eyes, everything around him began to disappear, until finally, only an enormous fist remained in his vision.

"High-energy reaction detected, escape is not possible!!" The chip issued an alarm in my mind.

Hearing the alarm from the chip, Adir raised his enormous head, and the emerald mark on his forehead began to flash.

In mid-air, the power of the moon spirits began to gather bit by bit. With the moon spirits' strong affinity, they forcibly drew in countless elemental particles from the surrounding area, forming a huge silver moon in mid-air.

The silver moon shone on the earth, containing a vast amount of elemental particles and the immense, despair-inducing power of the moon spirits. At this moment, it was detonated, transforming all its power into the most dazzling strike.

Moonlight!!

boom! !

Violent sounds of impact continued to rang out, and the area was enveloped by layers of light curtains, obscuring the view.

Amidst the sandstorm and the glare, all that could be seen were two enormous figures moving and fighting each other within the endless light, unleashing their full power.

Silver blood and black liquid were constantly being spread, transforming into their respective marks and powers, spreading across the land, assimilating pieces of land, and turning them into their domains.

The mere aftershocks of their battle were enough to be awe-inspiring, making it impossible to muster the courage to step forward and fight.

In fact, given the strength of their current confrontation, any wizard below level four, unless they are a freak like Adir who has reached the limit of level three, would not be able to intervene at all, and would not even be qualified to enter the battlefield.

"Is this really human power?"

Watching the two figures fighting desperately in the distance, a wizard in the royal city murmured to himself, his eyes somewhat vacant.

They were completely stunned by how things had progressed, and their feelings were constantly changing.

From initial confidence to subsequent despair, and now to shock, the emotional shifts have, strictly speaking, occurred within just half an hour.

However, now, looking at the two enormous figures battling in the distance, these elven wizards were sincerely praying that Adir would achieve final victory and stop that terrifying and evil demon god.

"Adir!"

Silver blood splattered in the distance; it was the blood of the moon elves, containing their unique bloodline power, which was particularly captivating.

Seeing this scene, Edith stood on the city wall, trembling all over. Looking at the giant silver hand being constantly knocked away in the storm in the distance, she suppressed her worries, turned around, and walked into the city.

She hadn't walked far when she arrived at a magnificent and tall wizard's tower, where she met the person she wanted to see.

"Lord Kural..."

Upon entering the tower and seeing Kural before her, Edith was completely stunned.

Before her eyes, Kural looked extremely miserable. Not only was his body covered with dense black marks, but his skin was also covered with various things, and his body was covered with wounds, making him look terrifying.

He sat quietly on the ground, his aura extremely weak, a stark contrast to the calm and powerful high priest he usually was.

Edith, you've arrived.

Lying on the ground, watching Edith walk in from outside, Kural forced a smile: "You've come at just the right time."

"There's something I need your help with."

"What is it?" Composing herself, Edith looked at Kural before her and asked, forcing back her grief.

"Reactivate the protective magic circle for me." Clutching his chest, Kural struggled to his feet, looking at Edith with unwavering determination. "I can see everything outside."

"Adir is still fighting outside. Reactivating the magic array in the royal city will make his power even stronger..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed a few times. His wounds seemed to have deepened, with pure black liquid flowing down them, carrying a foul, fishy smell.

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boom! !

Outside, a terrifying war is still raging.

The two powerful beings were still fighting, their power constantly dissipating. Their strength, marks, will, and souls were colliding with each other, each trying to suppress the other.

"Go to hell!!"

With a single punch, Allan sent Adir flying. He roared in a low voice, his right fist covered in blood, black blood flowing down and staining the ground.

He struck down with his palm, but instead of hitting anything, he shattered several small hills. Then, a sharp silver claw suddenly grabbed his chest, causing him to stagger backward.

"Damn it!!"

Feeling the excruciating pain in his chest, and looking at Adir in the distance, whose skin was torn and bleeding but whose breathing remained steady, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

When he was first summoned to the surface world, he thought it was a free feast where he could freely harvest flesh and blood to replenish his body.

Even after seeing Adir, the Moon King, his thoughts remained unchanged. He was even overjoyed and wanted to kill Adir and absorb and plunder his power.

But soon, his mind changed.

This is not a junior who has just reached the fourth level, but a truly tenacious opponent.

While his strength was indeed not as great as his, and his combat experience between the four levels was far less extensive, he possessed an extremely terrifying talent. Not only was his learning ability incredibly impressive, but his subtle control over power far surpassed his own, leaving him in awe.

After the initial defeat, the opponent adapted to the battle at an extremely fast pace and made rapid progress.

If this continues, he might not be able to finish off the opponent even when the clone's power is exhausted.

"This can't go on!!"

Thinking about the consequences of continuing the fight, Allan's face turned cold, and the last bit of fighting spirit he had left vanished without a trace.

He went through all the trouble of breaking free from the seal and coming to the surface world in order to gather as much power as possible to feed back to his original body and help it escape the predicament of being sealed as soon as possible, not to fight a strange level four.

If it can be resolved, then it doesn't matter. The flesh and blood of a level four expert is extremely rare, enough to be equivalent to the flesh and blood of countless ordinary lives, replenishing his strength considerably.

However, judging from the current situation, with the power of this clone, he probably can't defeat Adir at all. In fact, as time goes by, there is a risk that the clone will be destroyed by the opponent.

This is what Allan cannot tolerate.

His true form has long been sealed in a deep seal, and normally, it would take a tremendous price to come out even once.

This time, having finally been summoned to the surface world by the Dark Elves, it's a perfect opportunity to collect a large amount of flesh and blood to restore my power. If I miss this chance, I don't know when the next one will come.

Thinking of this, Allan immediately hesitated, and his attacks slowed down considerably.

Just then, a silver barrier began to appear in the distant Silver Mist Royal City.

After a long period of time, the guardian magic circle of the royal city was restarted, and this time it directly gathered most of its power and blessed Adir.

Instantly, under Allan's perception, Adir's aura became even more powerful, and many of his wounds began to heal rapidly. Some of the black power contained within was quickly expelled, leaving only pure moon elf power.

Almost instantly, the pressure Allan felt became even greater, and the energy he was expending increased nearly twofold.

Sensing this, he felt a chill in his heart and finally stopped hesitating.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, he let out a low roar, his aura rising at that moment, like a demon god from hell, assimilating the surrounding area of ​​several thousand meters into hellish soil.

Seeing Allan's actions, Adir subconsciously stepped back, only to witness a shocking scene.

In mid-air, as the boundless black aura continued to spread outwards, Allan's figure instantly vanished into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)