"Death is a finger!"

The voice of the holy soul lich in a dark red robe was not high, but it made the entire floating city hear clearly, like a sharp thorn pierced into people's ears, and even his heart was tugged.

The reputation of this spell is almost everyone knows.

The Death Finger is a seven-ring necromancer spell, which has an instant death effect, just like the dissociation technique.

When you are hit by death with one finger without protection, the soul will endure a test. After passing the test, nothing will happen and you will not even be injured.

If the test is not passed, the soul will immediately dissipate and will surely die.

As a holy soul wizard, Ancivodaus naturally has protective spells and comes with protective magic items, without fear of death.

But this spell comes from a holy soul lich, so the result is unpredictable.

While completing the casting, the figure of the holy soul lich was also exposed.

Renn saw that it pointed at the teacher with its right index finger across the air. The spell had no amazing visual effect, and no energy light appeared, as if the casting failed.

However, he saw clearly that the casting was successful.

The teacher's reaction was as fast as possible. He didn't even look back to see the enemy, and flashed instantly.

His figure trembled slightly invisible, and then disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in the protective cover, his face still calm, his snow-white beard fluttering gently, and he looked safe and sound.

When many wizards and extraordinary people in the floating city saw this scene, they let down their hanging hearts.

Rennes breathed a sigh of relief, too.

Then, he noticed something strange again. After the teacher flashed back into the protective cover, the protective cover that was originally expanding outward stopped for about half a second before continuing to spread, and the diffusion speed slowed down a little.

This slowdown is extremely small, and if it weren't for his extremely sharp perception, he wouldn't have noticed it.

Renn frowned with some concern, realizing that there might be something else.

"Sazastan."

Ancivodaus stared at the holy soul lich in the air, called out his name, and said in a deep voice: "I think you have learned the lesson from last time. For at least a few hundred years, you will be honestly huddled in the New World and hid in your tomb and fiddled with people. Who gave you the courage to appear in front of me?"

"You are not dead!"

The sacred soul lich, called Sazastan, screamed in surprise.

In the skeleton-like eyes, two scarlet flames flashed, and it responded with a sneer: "Ancivodaus, you are lucky, and meeting you next time will be your death."

After saying that, its tall and thin body turned into a wisp of black smoke and faded away.

By the time it appeared again, it had reached the entrance to the Naxas Floating City and flashed in.

Although it made harsh words, it sounded a little guilty, as if it didn't dare to stay in front of Ancivodaus for a long time, and felt like it was running away in panic.

The Lord of Death, Esaz, snorted in dissatisfaction, but he was helpless.

Most of the surviving Death Knights and Lichs who were still surviving at this time returned to Naxas, and the portal was also collapsing and contracting, and could only last for less than half a minute.

The huge bone dragon roared and flew into the entrance with the Lord of Death.

Suddenly, only Colested was left.

It dared not stay alone, so it quickly flew up.

Before entering the floating city, the former six-member council member turned to look down at Weizelan. When he saw his past teacher Ancivodaus, his eyes were extremely complicated, and his dry lips were opened, but he still didn't say a word.

Colested's figure disappeared into the dark hole, and then the portal completely collapsed.

The outline of Naxas Floating City disappeared.

The shadows shrouded over Vizelan dissipated, and the sky in Modu returned to its blue and clear blue. The afternoon sun shone down and the warmth returned to people.

"call……"

Renn relaxed and heard many people exhale long breaths together.

"The goddess is here, I'm alive!" A wizard who survived the disaster prayed devoutly.

Some people cried with joy and shouted in choking: "Oh my God, it's finally over. It's all over. It's great..."

"We won!"

Cheers were heard everywhere in the floating city.

But the cheers did not last long, and soon someone burst into tears, for the sake of their lost family or friends, and the devastated floating city.

Renne's mood also became heavy.

This was the most difficult battle he had ever experienced. It was less than half an hour in total, but it felt like it was as long as several days.

He killed countless enemies.

But there are also many wizards, extraordinary people and ordinary people who have their lives taken away.

The losses suffered by Wizelland Floating City will inevitably be astonishingly great and may not be counted for a while. It may be difficult for Wizelland to recover from its peak in many years, and the cost of restoring floating construction has made Wizelland, which was already in a financial crisis, worsen.

Fortunately, the teacher was not killed by death.

As long as the Holy Soul Wizard is in charge, the Villeland Floating City will sooner or later recover.

"People of Wizerland, raise your heads and look up at the sky!"

Ancivodaus's voice suddenly spread throughout the floating city, and it rang in everyone's ears: "Today, the city we live in is almost destroyed by its betrayer. Colested, who was once my closest friend and my proudest student, planned and carried out this series of conspiracies for his strength to fall into the abyss."

"From his point of view, Colested has already got the strength he wants."

"But, he lost more."

"Friendship, family affection... and humanity." Ancivodaus's eyes flashed with pain, and he regained his firmness in a flash, and continued: "Colested is no longer a member of Wizelland. He will pay the price for everything he does today."

"Here, I swear in the name of Vijenesse."

"One day, Colested will be killed, his soul or body will be brought back, and revenge for every family, lover, and friend we have lost, and judged the crimes he has committed!"

“This world is so beautiful, but we must be alert.”

"In the pursuit of truth, we cannot be lost because of our strength, and we must not give up on human nature."

"I promise you that Wizelland will not crash. Everyone has the responsibility to protect our city and rebuild our homes. Thank you for your sacrifice and dedication today. Although it hurts us and the consequences will also affect us for many years, you don't have to regret it..."

"Because, this is a city worth saving."

"This is our city!"

Ancivodaus's speech has an inspiring magic that lifts people from their sorrow, faith returns to their faces, and immediately begins to clean up the ruins and treat the wounded.

After the speech, Ancivodaus landed.

Instead of returning to the tower, he landed on Ruin Square, looking at the exploded pit in the middle of the square, silent.

Renn looked at it from afar and ordered, "Sicalus, pick up all the shells, and no one is left behind."

Sikalius is still excited about his promotion to the legend.

He lowered his head and saw the bullet shells all over the ground, piled up at his feet, reaching more than ten centimeters thick, and there were countless tens of thousands of them. He was stunned.

The more exciting it was to fire just now, the more difficult it would be to pick up the shell now.

"Boss, can you not pick it up? It's not worth it anyway."

He looked sad, and the extreme warriors were all bitter-faced. When did he pick it up?

"These bullets must be reused. The more bullets the Rambo gun will continue to fire, unless you don't want to fight with the Rambo gun in the future." Ren said seriously.

Hearing this, Sikalius was immediately convinced.

After today's battle, he has become completely obsessed with machine guns and is hard to give up. If he cannot fire due to lack of bullets in the future, it will be too uncomfortable.

Thirteen extreme warriors quickly removed their backpacks and put the shells in one by one.

Renne laughed secretly.

The shell casing is indeed not valuable. The key to the machine gun is to launch the medicine, but there is gunpowder residue on the shell. If someone picks up a few pieces and falls into the hands of a skilled alchemist, it may be really researched.

Renn looked at Akaland next to him.

After the battle, this legendary middle-level mechanic frequently turned his eyes to the extreme warriors, especially the Rambo gun behind them, with unconcealed surprise in his eyes.

"cough!"

Renn coughed lightly, and Akaland came back to his senses, looking a little embarrassed.

He gave a wink at Sikalius. Because of the symbiotic relationship, without further ado, Sikalius understood it and silently asked the extreme warriors to wrap the Rambo gun with black cloth to avoid being touched by other mechanics.

Akaland was a little reluctant and said, "Ren..."

"Feel sorry."

Renn knew what he was going to say, but refused without waiting for him to ask, "This is my personal invention, it is important. I don't want others to contact you for the time being. I hope you can understand my difficulties."

"I understand, I understand..."

Akaland looked full of regret, but he still took the initiative to stay away from the entrance of the tower to avoid Rennes' misunderstanding.

On the other side of Ruin Square, the wizards gradually gathered to move closer to Ancivodaus.
To be continued...