Real Name God

The blazing fire light turned into a galloping dragon and rushed towards Crowley Allester not far away, but it was only air that was ignited, and his body disappeared like foam on the water.

That is also not a real existence.

However, the witch's offensive did not stop there.

The biggest difference between the Favored and the Wizard is that the power that can be used is overwhelmingly different in quality and quantity.

Wizards build their own magic through knowledge. As long as they have enough time and a smart enough brain, they can master a large amount of magic; on this basis, they can be combined and configured to adapt to any occasion and use it at any time.

The power of the Favored is relatively single. If different attributes are used rashly, the "technical" will conflict with each other; but their advantage is that no matter the intensity of the operation, the speed is much faster than that of ordinary wizards.

The fire did not stagnate for a moment, and expanded rapidly. It was obvious that it was in a place where there was no burning substance, but the air became extremely viscous, making the use of the sun's divine power like adding fuel to the fire.

Within a few breaths, the blond witch allowed her power to expand enough to easily cover a square with a radius of several hundred meters. This was definitely not something that an ordinary witch who had just been promoted to a high wizard could do.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and the scene in front of him was a little distorted, and soon the space under the iron stove was completely transformed into a huge steam stove, releasing amazing temperatures.

Everywhere was swallowed by fire, and the power released by Willett was even more merciless, and it burned with the corpses of the tragic wizards. The dense smoke billowed in anger and obscured the sky.

In this case, illusion naturally lost its effect.

Because the fiery flames are devouring and burning every tiny corner in a balanced and orderly stratum, it makes no sense to hide anywhere.

"...I'm so impatient."

Crowley Allester sighed.

Wearing a black robe, he reappeared in the center of the square, showing no signs of being smoky and still elegant.

The young man knocked on his forehead with some distress and spoke again.

"Miss Edward, do you think I am not sincere? Regarding the conditions, we can discuss the conditions and share information..."

His attitude is quite sincere. It seemed to Crowley that the hellish heat around him was not a threat at all. All he really cared about was whether he could reach cooperation with Willett.

"No, you can live in my hands first."

The witch answered coldly.

"Really... there is no other room for negotiation?"

"No."

Willett shook her head slightly.

"It has nothing to do with what you say or what you want to say. Because I think you are a boring man, so I won't consider working with you."

"... So that's it. Then there is no way."

Mr. Crowley looked very regretful.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to show mercy next."

Before he finished his words, with a loud bang, the walls near the square were shattered by a terrible force. After splitting, the metal shards splashing around were flying around like sharp blades, and several thick, large, and stinking dark shadows of blue and black swept like a hurricane.

Willett put down her hands vigilantly, fluttered to avoid the broken objects, and floated above the dust.

After the noise was gone, Mr. Crowley stood on a huge starfish-like creature. The arms and legs are entangled like the roots of old trees, and each is attached with countless hideous hole-like suction cups. They arch the behemoth body from the ground and support the owner to lift it up to the level of Villy. Very close location.

The young man stared at the girl in front of him with pity, and shook his head with regret.

"I didn't expect this situation to come to this. It's not what I wanted...Miss Edward, you could have been a little more rational, even if you wanted to kill me, you could be more concealed... You really don't look like A wizard."

"...What does this mean?"

"We don't need to fight anymore."

"Are you saying this again—"

"No. I mean... you have already lost."

"Oh?"

Willett raised her slender eyebrows, and was not irritated by this kind of stupid provocation.

"How do you think they died?"

Crowley explained.

"The people gathered here are mostly your elites, and they are not below me. Although it is not really impossible to solve it by myself, it is really difficult to kill them all in one breath... After all, I don't have a deep grasp of the power of the Favored."

"This kid is pretending. I have already seen it, what is meant by ‘not going deep’, it’s simply powerless."

The sneer of Demon King Solo echoed in the witch's heart.

"The real Lady Crimson has been dead for thousands of years, and her body is still floating in outer space!"

... "Outer Space"?

"The contractor, don't pay attention to his provocation. Although the power of this guy is much stronger than that of the benefactors of the church on earth...that is, the group of poor creatures who rely on the charity of the gods to have a small amount of power, but You who inherited the artifact can't be compared at all. I'm afraid it's just a little legacy."

"But, isn't the tyrant of the scorching sun already dead?"

"Even the gods have different personalities."

The voice of Demon King Solo was very flat.

"The position of the sun **** among the gods is very special. His energy is endless and endless, and it will not be able to obliterate the mark he left on the earth in thousands of years. Even after death, the sun can still hang high in the sky and shine. The earth, and ordinary gods do not receive such good treatment."

At this time, Crowley was still talking leisurely. He seemed to enjoy the process.

"In order to solve the flaws in the'power' I possess, I chose to take the initiative to contact with the reverse cross. Later, I risked my life and accepted the teacher's order to temporarily become Howard Newlen's servant..."

"Presumably Edward had heard of this name, right? After all, he was originally the wizard leader on this tower—"

"Talk about the topic."

While reminding, Willett started chanting and casting the spell in front of Crowley.

"If you don't explain the main point, you will soon be burnt to coke, and you will never have a chance to speak."

"...This is a matter of common sense."

The young man had an expression of interest, just watching the blonde witch's movements, but he didn't mean to stop it at all.

"As everyone knows, although the plague domain is taboo, it is born out of the life domain. This means that the two are essentially the same-they are facing all living things in this world."

"It's just that one is observable by the naked eye, and the other is so tiny that it can only be seen with tools --"

Crowley snapped his fingers, and Willett was surprised to find that his strength was losing a little bit.

"If the power is not enough, I will find a way to find a more powerful way to use it; and the concept of tiny creatures involved in the field of plague is my most suitable helper."

That's it. Is it the combination of plague magic and the magical field...involved by Lady Scarlet...?

The moment Willett's thinking began to become dull, her body fell softly and she couldn't use any strength.

The hormone secretion in the girl's body and even the internal circulatory system have been cut off.

This kind of pervasive and difficult-to-prevent special ability, no wonder it can kill all the elite wizards on the magic tower...

Having said that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, Willett, who lost all his resistance, did not show any fear or shock, but smiled instead.

"……what are you laughing at?"

The voice of the young man seemed to be coming from far away.

The blonde witch coughed a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of dark red blood. Her body was curled up due to the sudden illness torment, and she fell to the ground and trembled as if feeling very cold. Willett's voice was abnormally weak, she replied tremblingly.

"Noisy... Noisy... Didn't I say..."

"——Shall you die?"

...

In an instant, the space between the sky and the earth was overwhelmed by pure white light; a momentary accidental "look directly" caused Crowley Allester's retina to burn out in an instant.

A "sword of light" that penetrates the entire magic tower from top to bottom, penetrates metal and soil straightly, and penetrates deeply into the earth.