Chapter 1164 Sun God: Are You Ganging up to Bully Me? !

The airship hovered above, circling. Although Archmage Baierbo was anxious, he was not irrational:

The most important thing in the magician's battle is to save yourself! Extend the distance, pay attention to maneuver, lock on the opponent, and wait for opportunities to attack! Rushing forward rashly is what soldiers can do!

What's more, the thing that enveloped little Grete... no matter what it was... it was very, very strong. Archmage Baierbo feels that even if he fights with all his strength, he may not be able to win it.

So he distanced himself and circled hard in front of the temple, outside the golden mist, where it was estimated that the opponent could not attack. While hovering, he shouted, and his voice spread far away through the loudspeaker on the airship:

"Don't hurt my junior brother! Our teacher is the Lord of Thunder! He is a legendary mage! He is an existence that can kill the indigenous gods! If you don't want to be our enemy, don't touch my junior brother and send him out!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the whole sky. Suddenly, large groups of people poured out of the palace and temple, looking up and watching:

"what?!"

"What kind of monster? A big fish in the ocean? A talking monster fish? Why did it fly here?"

"Bold! Arrogant! How dare you fly above the palace!"

"Blasphemer! Flying over the temple and covering up the glory of the sun god, you are seeking death!"

"Knock it off!"

"Hit it down!"

This was the shout, but for a while no one dared to take action. There was no way, the airship flew too high and its movements were too flexible. It couldn't be shot down by throwing a few spears at it;

And if the spear cannot hit this strange-looking devil fish with several silver dorsal fins spread out, not to mention how the opponent counterattacks, the spear will fall and hit one of our own!

And flying up to fight... without the king's order or the high priest's order, who would dare to take off rashly? Especially when the sun god is still coming, is it blasphemy?

Udian and others were also shocked. Standing in the courtyard, looking up, I saw the hovering airship at a glance. Serila said "Hey" and waved her hand upward:

"Master Baierbo! - Master Baierbo!"

Archmage Baierbo breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Serila is here, and there doesn't seem to be any anxious expression on his face. Grete is probably fine? That golden mist that engulfed him...

Probably, maybe, maybe, not hostile, or is it still within control?

He breathed a sigh of relief too early. Just halfway through, the golden mist below surged. Swallowed Bernard and Appa, swallowed Cerela, swallowed Losia and Idian...

Archmage Baierbo felt his eyes blurred. The scene in front of him had changed from an airship cockpit with a steering wheel and a pull rod to an endless wilderness.

There was endless void beneath his feet, a thick golden mist in front of him, and above his head, there was a faint golden light with a hint of tired bronze. The airship, the mountains, the palaces, temples and people below were all gone.

What's wrong with me?

Am I under an illusion?

I've been attacked?

Archmage Baierbo was slightly startled. However, his reaction was not to attack, defend or maneuver immediately, but to release his mental power:

The airship's defense is not that unreliable. Even if someone can attack him through the airship, the airship can still take the first shot.

On the contrary, if you attack randomly, you may hit your own people; if you defend randomly, it is better to trust the defensive magic that is always hanging on your body; if you maneuver randomly, you are more likely to crash into the mountain without losing your vision!

The current situation is more like being pulled into his demiplane by the teacher. If the opponent is the Sun God, the way he unfolds his kingdom is indeed similar to the demiplane of the legendary mage. Don't panic, don't panic...

Archmage Baierbo's spiritual power spread out in the air. He is about to touch the legendary Archmage. His spiritual power resonates with the material world and forms an independent demiplane. In fact, it is only one step away.

Although I cannot resist the kingdom of God, it is not difficult to protect myself.

The substantial mental power immediately pushed away the golden mist, forming a small independent space. The steering wheel, levers, portholes... all appeared again in front of Archmage Baierbo.

What was more vivid in his perception was the mental power burning as fiercely as several flames:

"Hey! Sun God!"

Idian's face sank as he held down the hilt of the moon blade. The half-step legendary warrior's blood boiled, burning in the air like a torch, pushing away the surrounding golden mist. He stopped in front of several companions and raised his head to the sky:

"We don't mean any harm! Don't do anything to us! The legend of the elves is in the big forest. He knows we are here! There are several legends who are already on their way!!!"

Next to Idian, Losiya's spiritual power was brilliant and brilliant, even covering a wider area than his companion's blood energy.

The elf spellcaster pursed his lips and remained silent. However, three dazzling silver stars were already flying rapidly around her, obviously capable of taking action at any time.

But the most eye-catching one is Cerela. The silver dragon girl has transformed into her original form, spread her wings, and gathered Bernard and Appa under her wings.

In terms of the essence of power, adult silver dragons may not be as solid as the half-step legend, but in terms of the total amount of blood, magic power, and spiritual power, one can surpass the other:

"Hey! What's this weird place? Where did you take Gretel? Let him go!"

The golden mist fluctuates constantly. Although the Sun God is the god of the kingdom, his kingdom has not completely descended after all. Faced with the simultaneous impact of these forces, the power was only transmitted through a priest, and it was really hard to withstand it for a while——

Once, twice, three times, after several consecutive fluctuations, he suddenly retracted. Gretel was left sitting in the main hall, facing the sudden convergence of the vision and the sun goddess who fainted in front of her, with a face full of confusion:

What happened?

We were having a good chat just now, and the Sun God agreed to let me take a look at its divine body. Where is the wound, and why did it suddenly take it back?

I haven’t understood it yet, and I haven’t finished chatting with him yet!

Why did everything suddenly disappear? Is the sun god exhausted? Unable to maintain strength, are you going to fall asleep again?

Before he could figure it out, the white mist in front of the statue suddenly started rolling like boiling water. Solidified, shaped, dyed with golden light layer by layer, and then, whipped over like a whip:

"Oh--"

Gretel ran out. Escape from the hall, escape from the corridor, and flee in the direction of Idian and the others. Before they even merged, I saw a golden light shining from the top of the Temple of the Sun, like a searchlight pole, a spear or a steel knife, sweeping upward:

"Why--"

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