Chapter 4 Destruction

"Tsk tsk, a time-stop scroll! It actually uses the time-stop scroll to please people. Master's master... No, he is really a rare big deal!" The underground dwarf slipped back to Vina at some time, and was amazed. It also read a lot of love books with Vina some time ago. Although it was actually just a vain Gregory, the Vanity Gregory already considered himself an expert in the human race.

Wina looked at the square without looking back and said lightly: "Gregory, go and kill all the flying dragons in the air!"

The battle was not over. After knocking down the Prophet of the Earth, the powerful people dispersed. Roger ran towards the other side of the square.

Suddenly, Mora's scream came from afar. Roger was shocked and immediately turned to look. At this moment, a dazzling holy light pillar suddenly rose from the direction of the exclamation, which was Constantine's breath. The fat man immediately felt relieved and rushed towards the sacrificial hall.

In the distant sky, the sacred dragon was hovering up and down, fighting with more than 20 two-legged flying dragons around him. The sacred dragon that ranks high above all dragon clans faces the two-legged flying dragon with only pitiful bloodlines. There is no suspense in this battle. The sacred dragon is characterized by a huge poison, but this is just useless to the sacred dragon. In terms of the lethality of hand-to-hand combat, their minions are not as sharp as the elite orcs. After blessing with themselves with numerous protective magic, Gregory just let them bite, that is, scratch more. However, the sacred dragon's counterattack was surprisingly weak and powerless. After fighting for a long time, they killed the two-legged flying dragons.

Gregory was afraid that he would kill too quickly, so Master Vina would whip the fast dragon and put a new task on the back of the dragon that although it was wide but not responsible.

The battle in the Beast Temple seemed chaotic, and the strong men fought on their own, doing what they thought was right. The only purpose of this battle was to level the entire Beast Temple. As for how to level it up, there was no plan at all. Rogge knew that these strong men would not obey other people's dispatches, and it would be useless to formulate any detailed plan. Anyway, they had an overwhelming advantage in power, and it was unexpected that they might let them burn, kill, loot, and maybe the efficiency would be higher.

At this moment, in the sacrificial hall, the sacrificial priest was still fighting hard. He was like an endless magic puppet, roaring like thunder, and his magic book in his hand was swiftly flipped, and countless magic tricks hit the enemy one by one.

In fact, Ogenhell was completely at a disadvantage. The dozens of flame guards who had wandered around in the hall had turned into scorch marks on the ground, and Androni's speed had reached the extreme. The beautiful starry sky fighting spirit pulled out dazzling trails in the hall. She would even face Ogenhell's magic directly, avoiding her sideways in the moment of incoming release, and then stabbed an sword on Ogenhell, and then retreated calmly.

However, she and the Death Clan could not completely break the defense of the Great Priest. The small scars left by countless attacks would disappear in a blink of an eye under the recovery power of Ogenheller far surpassing the trolls.

The long-standing battle here has attracted the attention of the strong.

Adrenie, Sara Wenger, Miro and Roger all stood aside, frowned and observed the high priests in the battle. They just took several strikes and solved all the flame guards in the hall, and then attacked Ogenheller separately. However, at this moment, Ogenheller's magic resistance was so strong that he had almost reached the point of immunity to all magic attacks! Except for Miro's physical strike, he could also hurt him, and the attacks with magic attributes of several other strong men were almost useless.

This is absolutely not normal.

Rogge used his mental power to scan the body of the Great Saint several times, trying to find out what force was protecting him. But no matter how hard he tried, he still had no results.

The hall suddenly dimmed, and in a blink of an eye, the boundless darkness drove out the light and became the master of the hall. In the sacrificial hall, only the flames on the altar still radiated faint light, and the torches on the four walls were as dim as beans as candles in the distance. The darkness seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, which made Rogge breathless. His mental power spontaneously increased sharply, and a faint silver light was emitted all over his body, which barely resisted the pressure of darkness.

Miro's protective purple fire also burned, but only Adrenie was completely invisible and completely disappeared into the darkness.

"In front of the majesty of the Lord of Darkness, all hidden powers will be gone." Sara Wenger said slowly. The thick darkness continued to flow out of his body, and rushed towards the great priest like a covert earth.

Roger immediately rescanned Ogenheel's body, and this time he found that three rays of light were hidden connecting him with the altar flame. The feeling of these three lights was very familiar, and it was the breath of the goddess of nature.

The fat man suddenly realized that Aughenheller had the divine power of the Goddess of Nature, no wonder he had a defensive power close to immortality.

"His power comes from the altar!" The fat man screamed, then waved his hand, and a dark spear flew towards the altar like thunder. However, the moment the magic spear, which had a rapid force, heard a loud bang. The magic spear hit a layer of invisible shield, exploded out of a rain of fire, and then disappeared.

A gentle magical wind gently brushed past Roger and blew towards Ogenheller, who was fighting. Adrenie said in the dark: "The magic book in his hand has teleportation magic! He did not escape, but wanted to drag us here!"

A purple flame suddenly lit up in the darkness. Miro's huge hammer hit Diogenhere's head heavily and smashed him to the ground. But the great priest immediately got up, and the magic book in his hand sprayed out countless thorns, and a scar was wiped out on Miro's arm. The darkness in the hall was gathered on the altar at this time, and dazzling flames continued to explode around the invisible shield, which was struggling to support it under the squeezing of darkness.

In an instant, the strong men in the hall had taken action, and the energy turbulent gathered from all sides was like a knife, cutting off the flesh and blood from the great priest bit by bit!

Roger slipped out of the hall again. After a while, outside the sacrificial hall, the orcs' roars before death sounded one after another. Then countless orcs' broken limbs and heads flew in from outside the hall and smashed towards the high sacrificial Aughenhell. Other corpses flew towards the altar and exploded above the altar, sprinkling blood rain like a waterfall!

The altar shield can block powerful attacks and magic, but it will not react to these powerless corpses and blood. As soon as the beast blood falls into the altar, it will immediately evaporate blue and dark green mist by the high temperature of the flames.

There were more and more orc corpses thrown into the altar, and the flames on the altar finally changed color.

"Doomsday Guard! Where is the Doomsday Guard!" Ogenheller, who could no longer support him, sensed the decline of his body protection power and shouted in despair.

The Doomsday Guards were sealed in the deepest part of the Beast Temple, and they had two passages leading to the ground. Ogenheller sensed a powerful aura suddenly burst out at one of the exits, but no matter how he called, the Doomsday Guards in the sense could not escape from this exit, and were obviously blocked and fell into a hard battle.

At another exit, the terrifying guards of doomsday stepped out one by one, losing their connection with Orgenheller one by one. They were like stepping into an absolute darkness, and there was no news.

In just a short moment, Ogenheller had no idea how many attacks the powerful men were hit, and bones were exposed in many places on his body. Among them, A straight-erupting magic energy from Adrenee even penetrated his chest!

The magical book in the hand of the great priest quickly turned a page. He roared wildly, and his shoulder hit Miro's giant hammer, knocking him back! Miro's face showed a look of surprise. He could not imagine why the body of this orc priest who had been injured and dying was still so powerful.

Ogenheller, who took advantage of the situation, threw himself at the altar, and the green fire on the altar also rose accordingly, rolling his broken body in.

Adrenie pierced Ogenheller's attempt and immediately exclaimed: "He wants to teleport!"

With a swing of her slender hand, she instantly cast a magical storm like a sharp blade. But she didn't expect that the high priest would choose to break Miro's giant hammer and escape, so the offensive was finally slowed down, and she had only time to cut off one of Ogenheller's legs.

Her face changed slightly. If this orc priest who could attract the power of the Goddess of Nature escaped, it would be endless troubles! As for the lack of one leg, it is not impossible for the natural goddess believers who are good at healing.

However, it was too late. Aogenhell's body in the flames of the altar had become transparent. The strong men present knew that the orc priest had jumped out of this space at this moment, and the figure in the flames was just a residual image.

Miro's face looked extremely ugly. He was indeed too careless just now.

Just as the strong men were secretly upset, a very sharp roar suddenly sounded in the sacrificial hall, and all the burning flames were extinguished in an instant!

Instant darkness.

Suddenly, an extremely strong silver lightning flashed through the darkness and leaped over the hall! In an instant, the light was so dazzling that the strong men did not dare to look directly at it.

When the dazzling lightning dissipated, the Dragon Soul Battle Gun with a silver halo flowed straight into the ground in the center of the hall. An invisible power wave spread out in all directions with the Dragon Soul Battle Gun as the center, and in an instant it enveloped the entire Beast Temple!

Within this powerful and powerful wave of power, the structure of all spaces has undergone slight distortion!

Somewhere in the Temple of Beasts, Ogenheller screamed and bounced out of the void!

What kind of power is this to forcibly interrupt the instant movement that has been cast in a distorted space structure!

There was silence in the sacrificial hall.

Everyone was silently staring at the Dragon Soul Battle Gun, with complex expressions.

The straight and erect Dragon Soul Battle Gun not only interrupted Ogenhell's instant movement, but also proudly declared its strength to the strong. Moreover, from the flowing silver light, the strong even sensed a little anger!

Adrenie's face was pale. Just now, the Dragon Soul Battle Gun almost swept across her nose, and at this moment, one of her hair was still wrapped around the tail of the gun.

As if responding to the call in the dark, the Dragon Soul Battle Gun suddenly jumped up and flew into the void on its own.

Sara Wenger suddenly sighed, breaking the silence in the hall. He glanced at Adrenie meaningfully and turned away from the hall. Miro, Androni and the Death Clan were also looking at Adrenie.

Adrenie, who had always been free to talk and laugh, could only smile reluctantly at this moment. Her eyes flashed and her figure disappeared.

Perhaps only she understands the full meaning of the Dragon Soul Battle Gun. The skills that Adrenie is proud of will be useless in front of that woman from now on.

At this moment, Roger's call suddenly came from afar, and the powerful men remained silent and ran towards the direction where the call came.

In front of a building with a wide area, Roger was in a tough battle. The fat man held a double-edged giant axe that he had snatched from somewhere, shouted loudly, and fought hard among the orc warriors. Beside him, there were instant fireballs, shock waves, and even ice cone techniques that exploded. Anyway, there were orc warriors everywhere, so how many could they explode no matter how they used magic.

Roger fought hard just because he really didn't have time to kill so many orcs.

For some reason, almost all the orc warriors in the Beast Temple gathered from all directions, and rushed towards Rogge one by one! At the beginning, they were elite warriors, and there were some shamans and priests, but after Rogge killed, they almost all waiters and chefs who did not have any martial arts skills!

Roger's eyes were full of blood and internal organs, and the hideous faces of countless orcs were shaking in front of him. The two-blade giant axe in his hand had already flew to a distance, and his magic power was almost exhausted. But as long as he had sufficient mental power, Roger could still become a killing machine. Thin scales appeared on his body, and his hands had turned into sharp claws. Almost tore open the orcs' chests with instinct, took out their hearts, crushed them, and then pounced on the next victim.

I don't know how long it took to kill.

Roger suddenly felt the pressure lighter. He looked around and found that the last opponent had been torn apart by himself. There were hundreds of orcs corpses upside down in the square, and more orcs were unable to die for the moment because of their tenacious vitality, so they could only let out a shrill wailing helplessly.

The Death Clan, Androni and Miro stood among the orc corpses, with a look of grief on their faces.

Roger walked towards the hall in front of him. He knew that there must be something important hidden here, otherwise these orcs would not have tried their best to stop him.

He took a step but failed to move, and a stinging pain came from his legs. Roger looked down and saw a heart that had been taken out, but the orc who was not dead was holding his legs tightly and biting his calf hard.

Roger smiled coldly, raised his right hand high, and his sharp claws stretched out again from his five fingers.

His hand was raised, but it did not fall. The orc had died just now, but he held Roger's arms, still so powerful.

Roger sighed, bent down, slowly pulled the orc's hand away, and then stretched out his hand to stroke the eyes that were still wide open. Then he walked to the hall and pushed it hard, and the two locked hall doors collapsed!

The moment the palace gate fell, Roger, Androni, Ban and Miro were all stunned.

In the huge hall of a hundred meters radius, thousands of young orcs were crowded with fear on their faces. In front of them, there were more than ten adult orcs blocking them.

Rogge glanced at the hall for a week. The arrangement here was very similar to that of the human race's magic academy. It seemed that it was a school for educating young orcs. Those who could learn in the beast temple were all elites among the orcs.

Roger's eyes fell on the young orcs in the hall. Among them were childish little trolls and furry-looking young werewolfs. Orcs of this age were not ferocious in any race, only cute. Moreover, the young orcs here were obviously different from all the orcs Roger had seen. They could see the light of wisdom in their eyes of fear. At least before, Roger would never have thought that the orcs would establish their own academy.

Perhaps their wisdom is really not far from that of the human race.

"Don't hurt them!" Accompanied by a hoarse roar, a magical impact pounced on Roger's back. In the dark, someone blessed Roger with a magic shield condensed from black flames.

Roger turned around and saw Ogenheller covered in blood, dragging his remaining leg, leaning on his staff to support him and struggling step by step. It took a long time for the magical book in the Great Priest to turn over a page and release an attack magic at Roger. But at this moment, all his magic seemed so weak and powerless in front of Roger's magic shield.

None of the three strong men took action, but just watched Ogenheller move towards Roger step by step. Behind the orc priest, there was a blood-stained road.

"Why don't you run away?" Roger asked.

"My tribe...the children of my tribe are here!" Ogenheller replied with difficulty. There was a terrifying wound in his throat, and every time he said a word, a large amount of blood would gush out from it.

Roger stretched out his left hand and grabbed Ogenheel's neck. He looked at the orc priest's eyes and sighed, "Even if you come back, it's useless."

"I know...but I am a proud orc, a glorious servant of the beast god. I can't let go of the children... run away." Ogenheller's voice became weaker and weaker, and blood began to pour out of his mouth, dripping along his two fangs.

Rog sighed, and with his left hand, the headless corpse of the orc priest slowly fell at his feet. A breeze passed by, and the magical scriptures and staff in the priest's hand turned into ashes and left with the wind.

Roger lifted the head in his hand to his face, looked at Ogenheller's eyes open, and sighed secretly. At the last moment, Roger did not tell him that there was no Beast God in this world.

"Will you set fire?" Rogue asked faintly as he passed by Miro.

"Of course!" Miro replied coldly: "Do you want to burn those little orcs to death? Why don't you do this yourself?"

Androni hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Rog! Otherwise... let those little orcs go! We can't kill all the orcs anyway." She was also cruel, but she still couldn't bear it after seeing so many young orcs.

Roger ignored Androni, but pointed to a magnificent building burning in the distance and said to Miro: "Because I just set a fire there, my magic was exhausted. There... is the place where orcs locked up the elves."

Miro's mouth slightly touched. No need to ask, he had already guessed what was going on. He shrugged and said nothing more. He lit up a purple flame emitting amazing heat on his hands and walked towards the hall. He was born in a demon clan and looked down on orcs, but he also had no good feelings for the elves.

Roger looked at Androni again, smiled a little tiredly, and said, "Anne, reality is so cruel. The battle is over, let's go."

Androni looked at the burning hall in the distance, and a row of snow-white teeth bit her lower lip, making her lips lose their blood, but she didn't know it at all.

It was not until Roger roared to the sky that she woke up in horror. At this time, the sound of killing in the Beast Temple gradually fell and fire was everywhere. When these powerful people in the Holy Realm set fire, they could all be as good as a hundred.
To be continued...