v2 Chapter 756： The end of the owl fortress

Ah, hateful magic!" Yelliana screamed. "These are my soul, my strength!"

It rushed forward, but immediately retreated back and made a scream.

Ariana couldn't touch the cage that surrounded it, and the black mist of the devil's claws appeared.

"You are going to die, you are going to die!" Yaliana cursed, waving her claws hard, and she was crazy to the extreme. "I want you to live forever, I will torture your soul!"

"It is now, the wizard, destroying the altar, this is our only chance." Shuklia urged.

undefinedWithout her reminder, Ai Wen has come to the altar of the demon and looks at the ancient and complicated magic lines above.

The main body of the altar is an irregular shape of the five-pointed star. It uses materials that have not been seen by Ai Wen. It seems to be wood, and it is like stone. It is engraved with many ancient words, including Evan before the mirror. Those who saw it.

The middlemost position depicts a demon pattern with a pupil-shaped red hole.

The bright red, deep round hole extends all the way down, like a human throat, and the previous soul is sucked into it.

Inside the round hole is a lot of folds, it keeps opening and shrinking, so that Ai Wen has a feeling that this thing is a living thing.

He simply looked at it, raised his wand, and quickly chanted the spell, and the dark green light gathered on his wand.

The magic of gathering is getting stronger and stronger, and soon reaches the limit that Avon can control.

The wand forced forward, the green light flashed, leaving a deep gully on the altar of altar in front of Ai Wen.

Ariana, trapped inside the cage, made another scream and slammed on the ground, seemingly hurt a lot.

But not fatal, Avon's magic did not destroy the altar of the devil, and the broken marks were gradually being repaired.

"This is not the case, you can only use the power of the magic stone!" Ai Wen frowned at the altar in front of him.

He is not sure which magic to use, which is certainly not the correct way to destroy this demon altar.

Just like the Horcrux, it will not be destroyed by ordinary spells. Only use magic that exceeds the protection power above or damage caused by special weapons, so that it can no longer be repaired by itself, in order to truly destroy a Horcrux.

"Living, attacking the round hole, the devil's soul will live in it." The witch who had been lying on the ground suddenly said, the expression on his face was awkward. "The demon will not let me go, I must destroy it." It, I have to destroy it."

"Is its soul hidden inside?!"

"Yes, believe me, I made this altar in the past, I put its soul in it, and raised this demon with the blood and soul of the virgin." The wizard said madly, with hatred in his voice, "Use you The blood, pour your blood into it, so that the power of the demon inside is no longer pure, so that it can destroy its soul."

Ai Wen looked at the ghost of the wizard and looked at the hole in the center of the demon altar.

"Better not!" he said softly.

Even if he doesn't understand the demon black magic, he knows that it is not a good idea to pour his own blood into the altar of the devil. The other party is absolutely not good.

Even if it really beats the devil, Ivan's end will not be good.

However, the words that the wizard had just said reminded him that it was weak for Ai Wen to realize that the circular hole directly reached the devil's soul.

He used the fastest speed to push the wand down into the telescopic hole and read the spell again.

A blue magic rune flashed over Avon's tip, and in the next second, a large amount of liquid with strong corrosive properties came out. This is an enhanced version of the Corruption Mantra. These poisonous liquids can be destroyed. Everything I encountered.

"No, don't, hurry up!" Yelliana shouted, her voice screaming, but getting weaker.

The body that fell on the ground kept twitching, muscles, eyes and eyes, as if something had to burst out of the body, pale skin showed a red color, it felt the burning of the body is spreading, in it A little bit shredded.

Ariana's face was distorted, and it stretched out the terrible claws and let it go down.

Its demon-like body changes rapidly in the jitter, returning to the previous human form and turning back into a weak woman.

Everything is over, it feels that its soul is leaving, and this nightmare will eventually wake up.

Centered around the demon altar in front of Ai Wen, the entire space is violently shaken.

"Successful!" Ai Wen muttered, controlling the wand to continue to squirt a lot of liquid.

"No, you destroyed my altar, you destroyed the demon!" The witch's soul is still screaming wildly, and the expression on his face is still twisted to the extreme. "What have you done, you injected it inside." What, I tell you to use blood"

"Get out!" Avon said, ignoring this guy, pulling out his wand and running to the side of Shuklia.

He heard a crackling sound, a broken mirror, and the world was collapsing and collapsing.

"Let's get out of here, hurry up!" said Ai Wen, looking at the quiet Shukulia.

Her body has almost become completely transparent, the power has dissipated, and it is possible to dissipate at any time.

"You leave, I am not ready to leave, I want to stay here to draw the final rest for this sin that lasts for more than 500 years." Shuklia said quietly, the owl whose eyes fell on the left wrist of Ai Wen. On the pendant, "Witcher, this holy thing is a gift from me, but I hope that you can go to my tribe and say sorry to the ancestors of the tribe. I have failed their expectations. If there is an afterlife in life, I will try my best to become the best witch doctor. Let's leave, this holy thing will lead you and find my tribe."

"I will go!" Ai Wen said solemnly.

He touched the pendant on his hand, the strange ability emerged, and his body became an owl of energy form.

He flew up and hovered in midair, watching Shuklia cross the floor of Ariana and walked over to the wizard.

With a smile on her face, she gently lifted the arm of the wizard as if she were the happiest bride.

This is a wedding that is more than 500 years old. Although it is already a human being, it is the biggest dream of Shuklia.

No matter what you look like, no matter what you do, as long as I still love you, this is enough.

Ai Wen glanced at them again, raising his head and flying higher and higher, leaving the world created by this demon.

If there is an afterlife in life, he hopes that Shuklia can find the love that truly belongs to her, meet the man who also loves her.