The Northern Sword God
Kirke and Odin
Without feeling the day has turned into twilight, and dusk crept quickly turned dark. It is an alluring nightly appearance, with the full moon or full moon glowing brightly a blend of honey and wheat colors. The halo of the moon makes the sky look clear, even very clear.
It was a good night to start a battle. And Nevertari loved fighting in the dark of the night like this.
Sima Yong saw from a distance the two figures standing slightly away from each other. One was a beautiful woman, yet a terrible aura - Caster. She was a witch armed with a long, slender wand, on which were encrusted with rare crystal stones like Amber, Amethyst and Bloodstone surrounded the head of the stick - Sima Yong suspected that the stones were some kind of Noble Phantasm stone that served to strengthen the magic of "Kirke" - the witch spirit that is said to be the sun god's pedigree that looks beautiful but sinister and looks vile.
While his master, Xue Man - one weak Imp, who seemed to be acting as if he was dashing trying to act as if he was able to control that vile Kirke well, was, yet he was unable to hide the aura of fear that clearly appeared on his pale face.
"I will change and merge with the shadow of the night, then I silently pierced the poor Xue Man with my Hidden Blade" the sound of Nevertari filled Sima Yong's mind.
Sima Yong nodded his head. In that battle of Holy War, the rules did not apply at all. You can support an opponent, or even ally with an opponent, then turn to stab your alliance to victory. All the brutality took place in this arena of war.
Nevertari turns into a shadow, merging with the entire shadow of the night and gaining magical powers within that shadow. He had already planned to appear suddenly and stab and re-unite in the shadow of the night.
"Thankfully Nevertari's innate ability as an assassin, he only needed a shadow, and absorbed all the energy from the night shadow - the assassin was an independent Spirit, so that he barely needed the supply of magic energy from the master - not to trouble the master.
Not like poor Kirke. Even though he was the strongest magician, a descendant of gods, yet by choosing a weak master like Xue Man, it didn't take too long he would run out of energy, he said, then together with that incompetent Xue Man, the two of them will be at the bottom of that ferocious Screech" our youngster values.
Sima Yong came to a standstill with his daydream, shocked when he saw Odin, the Berserker started running fast as fast as the wind by swinging the hammer in his hand, and the world felt like it was starting to compress "something evil was going to happen" sima Yong's...
"Burning !" odin shouted in a high leap over twenty feet. The hammer swung quickly towards poor Kirke and Imp - who looked even more terrified.
The sky seemed to split open, spewing out lightning all of a sudden, as if the god's own hand was giving the sky's door an opening and poking the thunderbolt down to the ground.
The thunderbolt seemed to be blown away whole with awesomeness, charged with tens or even hundreds of thousands of volts and even billions of volts of electrical power that in an instant make the entire Infinite Desert bathed in lightning - occurring in a state of repeated and repeated - as it does not exist ceaselessly.
All the spectators became horrified, many running from the edges of the labyrinth, avoiding the flames and lightning that began to burn fiercely the walls of the labyrinthine labyrinth.
Meanwhile, Fey's loud laughing voice, the Berserker master named Xing Tian was heard blaringly sending out endless lightning, making the feathers crumble.
"Only death will accompany the weak" his voice sounded cruel. He smelled victory, though his chest felt tight as Odin absorbed his energy.
When everyone suspected that Kirke, the female magician along with her master Xue Man would die into dust in the stoning of lightning and lightning bolts, the,
Which happens instead... Now everyone is dumbfounded. By issuing his voice that sounded melodious as coming from the afterlife - so strong rival the sound of the horror of thunder...
Kirke made a magic command, his sihr stick held up high as if commanding the heavens to obey his orders ...
Rain of Light - Rain of Light !
This rain of light is an offensive mantra - it is a large beam of light. All gaped up instantly watching hundreds of beams of light, as large and thick as they directly descended from the sky - very quickly exceeding the speed of thunderbolts.
Then the Rain of Light formed an extremely powerful magic fortress - formed as a result of the use of all the prana that Kirke had. Kirke sucked all of his master energy for this action...
Duars ! Duars ! Duars !
Clashes happen. Hard, even very loud. Space and time seemed to be torn to shreds upon the clash of the two powers full of magical power.
Even the audience consisting of magicians, many who were thrown, howling, screaming bitterly with the condition of the body suffered injuries due to sparks and lightning due to the impact earlier.
"Let's keep our distance even further. Two monsters were fighting, alive or dead" the witches who had originally drifted away, now took a step further from the labyrinth arena.
Hoeks !
Sima Yong looked on with pity, Xue Man Imp was sitting on his knees spewing blood. His pale face was now getting pale. When Kirke exerts her pranic powers, all of the energy that Imp possesses is sucked in, even Kirke retrieves all of the energy reserves from the cells of her master body.
Among the lightning sparks and thunderbolts that have not been exhausted splashed the fire due to the collision with his 'Rain of Light' Kirke ..
With a vile face without pity he said to the dying Xue Man..
"You're too weak. You are even only the descendant of one weak ethereal spirit among the weakest. You don't deserve to control me as a master"
Kirke's eyes lit up in the spotlight even more vile and sinister than any evil demon. Xue Man was getting scared.
"Then from that... Because I don't want to be a loser in this war - die early, you'd rather die.
Then I will take the Command Spell (command spell) in your hand, and change this destiny as a master as well as a servat!"
Kirke stuck out her hand, which was elongated and more elongated, now firmly attached to Xue Man's neck. He strangled the neck of the poor Imp with his left hand, while his right hand stuck out clutching the hand of Xue Man.
Kirke jerked and pulled off the broken hands of Xue Man on which the palm up to the arm contained a Command Spell bearing the image of a staff - a spell that the Dragon Relic had given to become a master in this holy war.
Xue Man was unable to make a sound, when in the end he suffocated to death, and Kirke turned him into a black stone.
The people watching were cursing from outside the arena. All cursing Kirke - a hero spirit who dares to fight against his master, even betraying to be the master of control over himself.
"Traitor !"
"The demon witch !"
"You should be banished and alienated during your life!"
"With such cruelty, it is fitting that even your family deny you !"
Kirke ignored the cries of scorn and curses of the spectators. He raised the severed hand high, squeezed it into dust and then permeated, as a wand-shaped spell floated - then fused with himself, the image of the command spell clinging to his shoulder in the image of the wand, Kirke laughed out loud - against the backdrop of sparks and thunderbolts.
That Kirke spirit did not have a strong desire to fight. He was an arrogant figure, not having a strong desire to fight, but secretly muffled the desire to win this holy battle.
Since the beginning of Kirke as an evil witch has been orchestrating this strategy. He fought for his own victory, to win the Dragon Relic to be used alone, not to be presented to his master.
He intended and chose to take advantage later, when all his masters and spirits exhaustedly fought, then took advantage as the victors of this Holy War.
Kirke then disappeared, using such powerful magic power, not even requiring magecraft or spells. He who rules nature to do his will...
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"What do you watch human? Instead of being a spectator, you better fight with me"
Sima Yong felt a heat as fire surrounded him, falling from space. He raised his head, looked in the air, flying not high - one Black Dragon with two figures.
Master and his servant Spirit rider. That Master Rider was one young Dark Elf - a teenage girl. Although young, the girl's eyes looked evil and vile..
"Well - well - well... Selena Hui of the Dark Elf race and her servant.. What's your name Rider? Galbatorix right? And that black dragon is Shruikan isn't it?" sima Yong said as he clapped...
"I heard... From the stories of mitology, the two of you are traitors of your own kind - Dragon Riders (riders).. Are you sure you'll take me as an opponent first?" sima Yong asked provokingly...
Selena Hui - Drk Elf's face looked ugly. He hated it because the Magus in front of him had known the type and who the Spirit he controlled was. While he did not know anything about who the Magus was.
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