Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 578 Matrion

The bloody dusk sprinkled in front of the ancient fire gate, and the setting sun was like burning gold plated on the ruins, making this forbidden sea of ​​fog look like a land abandoned by the gods.

The Gate of Flame was once the place where the ancient flame elves sealed the holy flame spirit. It was also the magic barrier that Xingluo personally improved and reshaped from the abyss. It was a magic circle he drew with curse knowledge and the power of magic circle. There are too many secrets buried in the rules of magic, and no enemy is allowed to set foot in it.

Matrion slowly stepped into the lava ring in front of the flame gate, his silver-white heavy armor glowing coldly in the afterglow. His eyes were cold and focused, and the "Sword of Judgment" in his hand, which was given by the Holy See of Light, was trembling slightly, sensing the strong and almost suffocating magic power around him.

"Xingluo." He uttered this name, a name that had been declared heretical by the Holy See of Light.

At this moment, it was as if Xingluo was fighting with the Holy See of Light from a distance.

boom--!

In response to him, there was a streak of fire that suddenly exploded in the void.

The raging flames rushed out from the Fire Gate, not as a direct bombardment as before, but transformed into ten huge fire blades, rapidly shuttling in from different angles and heights, like ten invisible hunters, silently surrounding Matlion from the void.

The fire blades were invisible and traceless, but their temperature was extremely high. The surrounding air was instantly torn apart by the heat, making a sharp explosion. The trajectories of the fire blades intersected into a formation, and the speed and angle of each one were extremely precise, like a precisely calculated artist carving the killing intent into a totem.

Matlion's pupils contracted, his consciousness suddenly opened, and his sword rose up like a mountain!

He held the sword in both hands, across his chest, and a holy light barrier suddenly unfolded, forming multiple protective walls around him.

The first fire blade hit the Holy Light Barrier, splashing out scorching sparks, and then the second, third, and fourth fire blades arrived almost at the same time. Amidst the roars, Matlion's Holy Light Barrier was torn apart layer by layer.

"Glory is coming!" he shouted angrily, and wings of glory appeared behind him, releasing a divine aura. A golden seal emerged from his forehead, condensing into a defensive barrier built of faith and divine power.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh flaming blades came one after another. He gritted his teeth and blocked them. The flames burned his armor, and the flying sparks created deep pits on the ground.

But the eighth flaming blade was extremely strange. It suddenly turned along the way, twisting like a spiral snake spear, and penetrated from under Matlion's left rib.

"Gu-Ha!" He groaned, and the silver armor was instantly burned deformed and blackened. The blood evaporated in the flames, dyeing the scorched earth under his feet red.

The ninth fire blade carried the power of some kind of sealing rune, stabbing from bottom to top, accurately piercing through Matlion's right knee joint. With a "click", he knelt on one knee and let out a low growl like a beast.

However, the most deadly one is the tenth flame.

It was invisible from the beginning, as if hidden between the air and the flames, until the last moment when it condensed and took shape, like a giant sword of judgment, slashing down from above - the target was exactly between his eyebrows.

Matlion had no time to defend himself and could only turn his head to try to dodge.

But this flame seemed to have spirituality. Even though he dodged the fatal blow, the flame still brushed across his forehead and tore the Holy Light Seal, leaving a dark burn mark on his head, and blood slowly flowed down the bridge of his nose.

boom--!

Explosions sounded in the sky, like thunder of divine punishment descending upon the earth, and scorching flames poured down like waterfalls, illuminating the entire battlefield as red as purgatory.

Matrion stumbled back, his glorious wings in disarray, unable to rise steadily. He covered his forehead with one hand, the dark burn marks left by the tenth flame carried the power of a curse, constantly devouring his divinity and faith.

"This is... the breath of the abyss..." he murmured, his pupils contracting violently, as if he realized some incredible truth.

Boom!

The ground suddenly collapsed, and red flame vines like demon tentacles emerged from the scorched earth, wrapping around his calves, arms, waist and abdomen, as if to drag him into the abyss. Each flame vine was engraved with fine runes - they were magic spells unique to the abyss.

"No! You...you shouldn't be alive!" Matlion seemed to have thought of something, roaring, the divine power in his body boiling, trying to awaken higher-level divine arts, "Wheel of Judgment, descend!"

A brilliant golden wheel appeared above his head, and twelve rays of divine light radiated from its edge, tearing through the void and trying to cut off the flaming vines. However, before the golden wheel was fully formed, a strong mental shock suddenly hit him, like the roar of an ancient dragon.

"Your magic is already an era behind." - That was Mo's voice, coming slowly from the depths of the flames, cold, majestic, yet with a hint of teasing.

Then, a figure emerged from the flames. He was covered in red flame armor, his flaming cloak rustled, and an illusory "flaming sun" appeared behind him, like a god descending to the earth.

"How could you...?" Martellion gritted his teeth, his face pale, "You clearly fell into the abyss!"

Flame Starfall raised his hand, and a long flaming blade emerged from the void. The blade was engraved with the Abyss Spell, like a beating heart, hot and sharp.

After all the fire blades were slashed out, the flames circled briefly in the void, burning unwillingly like a fighting spirit. Finally, the magic crystal core in the center of the fire gate flickered a few times before completely extinguishing.

Everything falls silent.

The remaining flames had not yet dissipated, but the air was already filled with a smell of burnt and rusty things. After the core energy of the Flame Gate was exhausted, it gradually dimmed as if it was sleeping. The array pattern was still there, but it had lost its edge.

Matrion half-knelt on the ground, his sword pressed against the ground, his whole body trembling violently. His armor melted in many places in the flames, his divine core amulet shattered, and even his mental power, which was as solid as substance, showed signs of decay after being burned.

“…How dare you activate that kind of magic…” He growled, his voice hoarse and distorted like a wild dog, “Xingluo…you are more corrupt than I thought.”

He raised his head, with a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he had traveled through time and space to see the falling stars in the distance.

Mo spat out a mouthful of blood. After all, this was a magic circle that had integrated his soul, a fusion magic that originated from the abyss. Although it was powerful, it was also mixed with backlash. This magic circle was originally designed by Xingluo, and naturally there was a fragment of his soul in it. Just now, it was just to increase the power of the magic circle and transform into a human form. As for Xingluo, he was still in the abyss. Thinking of this, Mo's eyes seemed to penetrate the void and looked at Xingluo who was far away in the abyss. He missed him a little.

"Fallen? It was you who designed to trap Xingluo into the abyss." He sneered, his voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the silent ruins. He said more today than before. He was no longer silent, because he could not bear it anymore. The Church of Light was too shameless. They all claimed to be righteous, but what they did was more disgusting than anyone else.

"For the sake of God, you are willing to massacre the city, deprive people of their faith, control the academy, and use Tiffany's faith to deal with her family and friends. And you still dare to call others corrupt?"

Matlion's expression changed: "Tiffany volunteered - she is the chosen saint of God, and she took the initiative to send Xingluo into the abyss!"