Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Om-!

After a thousand years of liberation, Orger let out a light sword sound.

The sword body burst out with a sacred light, and in an instant, this brilliant aura filled the entire space, completely purifying the aura emitted by Shulahat without a trace.

"What!?"

Shulahat's indifferent, dark pupils suddenly contracted.

An unprecedented fear arose in my heart.

This power, this sacred aura that made his soul tremble, and that sword, that was no ordinary holy sword.

It is said that Celie holds the elves' holy sword Atos. Could this holy sword be the one in front of us?

But how could Athos be in the hands of a human?

After all, in history, the only foreigner recognized by Atos should have died long ago!

Shulahart frantically used predictive magic, trying to capture Lord's attack trajectory and find a way to deal with it.

However, he still couldn't see clearly about Lord's future.

What's even more terrifying is that when the power of the holy sword is fully released, his magic even begins to be strongly interfered with and suppressed, and his foresight about Celia also becomes ineffective.

At the moment when the prediction failed, Lord moved.

No fancy techniques, just the simplest chopping and slashing.

Orger condensed into a forty-meter-long golden light blade, and then chopped it down on the head of Shulahart who was floating in the air!

"impossible!"

Hulahart screamed in terror.

He tried his best to mobilize his magic power and set up layers of shields in front of him, which actually allowed him to block Lord's attack in the first time.

Of course, this was not because of the power of his shield, but because Lord did not use his full strength and wanted to capture him alive.

In this case, Lord no longer held back and directly poured all his magic power into Orger.

If you can't capture the other party alive, then just kill the demon directly.

Facing the brilliant Orger, in the crisis of death, Shulahart could vaguely feel the shadow of death looming, but could not see the specific trajectory.

And that's exactly what happened.

Facing Orger who had unleashed his true power, these hastily erected defenses were like paper.

Click!

The golden sword energy shattered all the shields like a rotten wood, and then slashed fiercely at Shulahart.

"puff!"

Shulahart spat out a large mouthful of purple-black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and the whole person was smashed away like a kite with a broken string, hitting the hard rock wall behind him with a dull loud noise.

The black robe on his body was torn to pieces, revealing the charred wounds underneath, and even the horns on his head that symbolized his identity were broken off!

If it weren't for the fact that his survival instinct at the last moment caused his magic of foreseeing the future to erupt completely, thus deflecting the sword from his vital parts, this sword would have been enough to completely annihilate him.

fear!

The deep-rooted fear instantly overwhelmed Hulahat!

The predictive magic he was so proud of was useless in front of this man, and the power of the sword completely restrained him.

Invincible!

Absolutely invincible!

"Ahem. We must escape!"

Despite his serious injuries, he immediately opened the escape route that had been prepared long ago. Before Lord's second attack could land, he fled into it in a panic.

Boom!

Lord's second sword struck the air, completely destroying the rock wall.

"Let him run away."

Lord put away Org and looked at the ruins with cold eyes.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t keep the other person.

However, this blow is enough to make the opponent remember it for the rest of his life.

Chapter 160: The Miserable Hulahart

Celie walked over to him, looking at the pool of purple-black blood and the broken horn fragments on the ground, her brows furrowed. "His moves are strange, as if he can see my next move."

"It's a bit like the magic of predicting the future." Lord said with a serious expression.

He now suspected that the demon just now was the omniscient Shulahat.

But if it was really the other party, then during the battle just now, both of us should have seen through each other. Looking back, it seemed that only I saw through the other party.

So Lord was a little unsure whether it was the other party.

If only that guy had told me his name honestly, I wouldn't have to think about it for so long.

"Magic that can predict the future? Is it true?" Celie was a little incredulous.

She knew that the demons' innate magics were all kinds of strange. For example, in the mythological era, there was a demon whose innate magic was camouflage magic, and the range was extremely large.

It was with the help of this magic that the demons were able to transform into the Skywing tribe, easily approach the coalition forces, and destroy the Forest of Elves right under their noses.

But magic like this that could predict the future was beyond Celie's understanding.

"It might be a weakened version. I'm not sure, but it's a possibility."

Hearing Lord say this, Celie wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing the other party's furrowed brow, she had to focus her attention elsewhere.

"But why do you only use Org to fight? Where is your magic?"

During the battle just now, Lord only used Orger to fight the entire time, and didn't even use magic. I'm afraid that in the eyes of that demon, it would not be an exaggeration to regard Lord as a powerful warrior.

"Because it's useful! I mainly want to try to move closer to a melee mage."

"A melee mage?" Celie looked at Org in Lord's hand with a complicated expression. "It seems a bit unorthodox, but if it's you, it's not bad."

This legendary divine sword would shock her every time she witnessed its true power.

If the user is Lord, that's fine too.

"Let's go." Lord's eyes swept across the messy cave. "We can't stay here anymore." He waved his hand and summoned Ella in. "Ella, clean this place up."

"Yes!"

Ella immediately began to release magic to completely destroy this demon stronghold.

the other side.

Huddled in a relatively secluded underground cave, his body filled with disordered demonic energy, the erosion of divine power on his wounds brought him constant severe pain. However, the pain of his body was far less than the turmoil in his heart.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who the hell is that man!?”

He frantically recalled the brief but terrifying encounter that had just taken place.

Being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the great elven magician Celiai, and even taking the lead, that kind of strength is by no means ordinary!

The only human in history who was qualified and capable of standing beside Celie was that one.

Lord, the godslayer who killed the gods believed in by the demons thousands of years ago, causing all demons to lose the favor of the gods.

"Impossible!" Shulahart subconsciously denied, "Lord is human! How could a human live for over a thousand years? He should have died long ago!"

A thousand years is an unattainable length of time for human beings, long enough to turn any hero into a legend, and the legend itself is buried by time.

"Could it be Celia's new disciple? No! Impossible!" He immediately rejected this idea.

That powerful strength, that feeling that even his foresight could not fathom, this was definitely not a realm that a mere disciple could reach.

Moreover, there was something wrong with the way Celie looked at that man.

But apart from his disciples, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

Or rather, he didn't dare to think about the most likely possibility.

"That sword..." Shulahart recalled the terrifyingly powerful holy sword. "Such terrifying power truly deserves to be the holy sword of the elves. I never expected it to be wielded by an alien race again after a thousand years."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Lord, the name itself is a taboo, a nightmare symbol that ended the last glorious era of the demons.

If it was really him...

If that God-killer were still alive...

Shulahat shuddered violently, and the severe pain in the wound seemed to intensify.

"No! It can't be him!"

He forced himself to calm down and tried to analyze it rationally, "It's impossible for humans to be immortal! That must be a terrifying human genius cultivated by Celia!"

This conclusion made him feel a little relieved, but then he fell into deeper worry.

Even if it wasn't the Godslayer himself, this young human was far too dangerous.

His existence completely disrupted his plans.

He originally wanted to deal with this legendary elven saint, the most powerful magician among the elves, and then take action against the monk Kraft, so that the entire elven race would lose its two most prestigious people.

But he didn't expect that the appearance of this man would disrupt all his plans.

Moreover, Celia's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

It was obvious that the demons he sent out were all powerful and were specially arranged to target Celiai, but he didn't expect that they were all wiped out by the other side.

It didn't even cause any injuries, yet it found me so quickly and attacked me.

"The plan must be changed!" Soon, Hulahat made a decision.

"Celiai and that mysterious human are far too powerful. Now is definitely not the time to confront them head-on." He felt the lingering divine power within him, a lingering fear in his heart. "I need time, even more time."

A long-term plan quickly took shape in his mind.