Chapter 144: Wings of Fall

The boulders produced by the explosion of the Bright Wings Tower also hit the four adjacent towers. The power of these boulders is not weaker than the most powerful siege magic, and they flew out of the nearest place and hit the four towers. The defensive circle bursts out magic light. However, no matter how powerful the defensive formation is, it is difficult to resist the physical damage formed by the boulders. The four towers soon became scarred, and the tower of ice closest to the tower of the wing was smashed in a third. A notch like a smile. Coincidentally, this is the energy node inside the Frost Tower. This impact once again triggered the internal explosion of the Frost Tower. A third of the Frost Tower is like a collapsed building block. Dumped down and smashed on the top of the shortest tower of the healer, directly cutting off the spire and the top two floors of the tower of the healer.
The spire of the Tower of Bright Wings was lifted into the air by the force of the explosion, hit the inside of the Wangdu protective circle, and was rebounded by the tough shield, and finally fell in the pond of the palace garden, splashing the garden water. More large and small debris splashed into the surrounding noble area, which crushed many surrounding houses.
The gravel also turned into a stone rain, and mercilessly hit the enemies surrounding the two towers, smashing them to the head.
However, the mages and soldiers killed by the explosion of the Tower of Bright Wings are not the most tragic people. At this time, the enemies of the war angels and the siege angels in the tower are elite, and they have suffered the complete explosion power in the magic tower.
The explosion dust was undecided, and an old man shone with green light escaping from the center of the explosion, followed by a war angel holding a huge knife wheel.
Both were in a state of embarrassment. The robes of the priests were covered with tears. The hem of the robe was gone. The hair that hadn't been originally scorched was mostly burnt, and it looked like a noble one. Golden branch priest. The angel of war behind him had a lot of radiant wings, and the remaining wings were also indefinite. He still had several scars and blood stains on his face.
"Saliyah, you, you are so mad! You detonated a magic tower in the king. All died, so many people died like this!" The golden branch priest was Gibran, he was a heavy breath, with a terrible look, like a beast People choked their throats in general, "This hatred, I will not let you go! From now on, I will not accept the surrender of the Tower of the Wings."
Shaliye is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a sturdy body and rugged eyes. Even though he is seriously injured, he still speaks full of energy: "Very well, I will not accept the surrender of the Temple of Nature!"
Shaliye looked back at the Tower of Glowing Wings that had disappeared in the explosion. Suddenly said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! This is the end of the Tower of Wings. Did you forget before attacking us? What kind of inheritance is the Tower of Wings? Even after the of war fell, we also Never give up fighting. Before each of us falls, the only wish is to let an enemy die with us! Anyone who challenges us must be prepared to face death with us. Now is the time Since your helpers have disappeared in this explosion, catching up with them in my footsteps is your best destination! "
"Damn it! Stop me!" Gibran roared. The knights and priests belonging to the Knights of the surrounding temples tried to get closer to him. Even the two big knights who besieged Gabriel decisively gave him up and galloped in the direction of Gibran, but none of the distances could be closer to Shaliye, and none of their realms could be higher than Shali. leaf. They are like a futile running horse chasing a muscular flying dragon.
auzw.com When the master Shaliye at the pinnacle of the master held the wheel of destruction, he was infinitely close to a holy order. He urged all his fighting spirit and magic power, and the light wings behind him rose again, and his figure turned into a silver lightning, rushing towards Gibran.
The wheel of destruction usually looks like a knife wheel of equal height to humans, inlaid with countless sharp blades, and at this time, Shaliye has poured all his energy into this armament of God of War. The color of the silvery white wheel of destruction gradually became blood red, and when it was about to drip blood, it suddenly shattered into dozens of sharp knives, turning it into a torrent of steel and rushing towards Gibran. Shaliye looked like a translucent outline, accompanied by these bright red blades like a shadow.
"God of war sacrifice!" Gibran's eyes showed fear. The sacrifice of war was the last blow launched at the cost of his own life. The high war angel poured all his energy into the armament of war gods, so that these artifacts were far beyond the realm. Attack power.
Gibran flipped his hands, constantly summoning green light curtains in front of him, these light curtains have the shadow of countless plants. This is the curtain of defensive magic, the tree soul, in the magical hymn by the of nature. It will draw strength from the surrounding plants. If the environment is suitable, each light curtain can at least resist the Holy One's blow.
However, such magic collapsed one by one before Shaliye's attack. Those bright red blades are arranged in a string, and two of them can crush a light curtain. Even if Gibran's strength is strong, it is impossible to release dozens of light curtains in a row.
The curtain of the tree soul shattered and shattered, and the artifact ring on his hand was once again transformed into a large shield wrapped in trees and vines. This vine shield can block the shattered blade, but when ten blades are inserted on it to explode together, the vine shield also cracks into withered debris.
At this time, the last broken blade passed through the vines and rushed to Gibran's chest. The golden branch priest retreated while using all the Holy Spirit power, and he was entangled with the last knife. He found that from the broken The energy exuded from the blade can actually hurt his spirit. The scorching and bloodthirsty power is constantly eroding his spiritual power, but the spiritual power of the Holy Order is so thick, no matter how much energy the knife's energy consumes Power, he has more mental power to supplement it. Eventually, he left the knife less than an inch away from his chest.
The bright red on the knife slowly faded, and again slowly became silver-white. Gibran reached out and grabbed the knife, relieved. After all, Shaliye was not a true saint, and he was not far away from him.
But at this moment, a human-shaped shadow got into the last broken blade, and the silver-white knife suddenly became black and black, and slipped without keeping his hand. The knife was like a swimming fish, freed from Gibran's hand , Suddenly burrowed into Gibran's chest.
"Your time is up, let's go with me." Gibran's mind turned to Saliye's voice.
"This ..., despicable ..." Gibran put his hands on his chest, trying to suppress the knife with spirit, but with a bang, the last artifact burst, and Gibran's body also disappeared at the same time ...