Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 650: The Battle of Human Race (1)

The wind element magic circle, the curtain wind formation, opened for the fourth time, and was mostly removed by the layers of water, bone, shoulder, and cloth. Xingluo asked people to stop the magic circle and look further.

"Their power is growing rapidly," he murmured. "We must keep them too busy."

He gave the following orders: to interfere at night as well - turn around the road signs at the two forks; to support the market during the day - to buy a batch of white stones at a high price and exchange them for hollow stones; to spread rumors that "the Judgment Law is just a show", so that people would feel that the process was slow and increase their internal conflicts.

The adjutant worried: "If we go too slow, we'll lose several port towns."

Xingluo shook his head. "If we hurry, we'll lose the entire battle. They rely on 'Name-Wish-Sin-Delayed Burning' to bring people back, so we force them to speed up—if they speed up, they'll burn the wrong lamp. One wrong burn and the whole string of lamps will go out."

This move was ruthless, and Valerian soon heard the wind whistling past at high speed: it was the wind on the surface, but in secret it was the human heart being pushed "fast, fast, fast" to run.

He only said: "A little slower."

Cyrus nodded, and all post-match decisions were postponed for one day; one more question was asked before the verdict; the white stone was changed to a double line, with an extra sense of footwork; the children's singing house added a rule: "Sing fast and you won't get any candy."

Elio was delighted to hear this: "What's that called?"

Celine thought for a long time and said, "...it's called 'Slow Sugar'."

Carlon's wooden leg "knock knock knock": "Slow down, there's life."

The Curtain Wind Formation was broken, and the wind in the Seven Fingers Field neighed twice like a horse being stopped, then died away. Xingluo narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled, "They also know how to use the methods of the market to fight the tricks of the market."

The adjutant said, "Do you want to—"

"Try again head-on." Xingluo jumped onto the horse, "The wind will die down for now, and we'll push forward to see how they react."

Originally, Xingluo had long disdained to use such trivial tricks, but he hoped that as few people on his side died as possible.

What he wanted to see was not the lamp or the well, but the crooked words written on the door lintel, the rackets tied with sugar, and the people who put wishes next to sins.

He knew that this battle would not be won quickly, nor would it be lost quickly.

This is not a contest of divine power, but a war of patience: whoever gets tired first will be defeated.

From afar, he saw the crude words on Luochaofe - "Be, Will, Keep", and glanced at the line under the gray stele: "Walk on the night road with a light." He plucked the bell between his fingers and made a very light beat: one, two, three, four.

"The night is long," he said.

"Yes." Atlantis replied.

"Let's change the route first." Xingluo smiled slyly, "Let's see how slow and stable they are."

What Xingluo meant by changing paths was to stop destroying the singer's power and simply return to the magical element that he was best at.

Qizhiye - a vast and desolate plain.

The night wind whirled sand and gravel, blowing countless tattered flags and collapsed wooden stakes across the wasteland. This place was once a place of exile on the border of many nations, but now it has become the last battlefield of the human race.

Thirty thousand Holy Light Knights advanced from the west, their silver-white armor reflecting a cold glow in the twilight, like an iron wall spanning heaven and earth. Their steps were measured, their spears and shields gleaming with holy light. A vast holy light formation spread across the sky, resembling an inverted celestial city. These were knights born from the power of the Singer, capable of exerting powers akin to those of demigod bloodlines without relying on the gods.

In the western valley, the Starfall army was forming up.

The black flags fluttered in the wind, the flaming chariot built by the dwarf workshop stopped at the back of the formation, and the Moonfall Blade stood quietly at the front of the team, wearing a black and silver cloak, like thirty black pillars nailed to the ground.

Under everyone's gaze, Xingluo rode on Xiaohei's back and moved forward slowly.

The scales of the black dragon, Xiao Hei, shone dimly in the setting sun. Silver bells dangled from its two massive horns, swaying in the wind and emitting a subtle "ding--" sound. That sound wasn't like ordinary iron, but rather some ancient dragon language symbol, as if a gentle stirring of the air could cause the magical power of heaven and earth to fluctuate.

Xingluo looked around and said in a low and calm voice:

"After today's battle begins, the war of the human race should end here."

His voice was low, but it carried throughout the entire formation through Xiao Hei's dragon roar. Every soldier could feel it; that sound wasn't just words, but a resonance of magic and will, boosting everyone's strength and defense.

The Holy Light Knights' horns blew, and the thirty thousand soldiers roared in unison, like thunder rolling across the earth. The Holy Light Array in the sky suddenly expanded, and a blazing white light poured down like a tide.

Xingluo sighed. Although he was born from the power of the singer, he finally went on the old path, but he just didn't need the power of blood. Xingluo curled his lips and felt a little bored.

That was the most elite attack formation of the Holy See of Light - Holy Light Destruction.

Once the light curtain falls, everything within a few miles will be engulfed by the holy light, and flesh and blood will be reduced to ashes.

Xingluo did not attack immediately, he just gently rang the silver bell on the little black horn.

"Ding--"

Instead, Xingluo was inspired by the other party's singer power and began to use dragon language magic.

The ringing sound was crisp, yet it carried the resonant runes of dragon language. Xiao Hei raised his head to the heavens and chanted, the dragon's voice and the ringing sound overlapping, transforming into a deep ripple that quickly spread between heaven and earth.

——Dragon language magic evokes the oldest memories of the elements.

At that moment, the air in the entire Seven Fingers Field began to tremble, as if even the bones of the earth were resonating with the dragon's roar.

The holy light array and dragon language magic clashed in mid-air.

The moment the light collided with the dragon's roar, the air shattered like glass, and thousands of light fragments poured out, turning into burning meteors and falling on the wasteland.

The knights were shaken for the first time. They had never seen a human being able to shake the source of holy light with voice and dragon roar.

Xingluo's eyes were stern, and he said softly:

"The first one."

Xiao Hei roared once more, his dragon's roar transforming into a blazing wave of demonic flames, whipping up a blazing storm tens of feet high. It was a scene where the elements of fire and wind were simultaneously awakened. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire carried the wind's force, forming a raging dragon tide of flames that engulfed the world and rushed straight towards the front of the knights.

The earth shook, and columns of black smoke from the raging fire shot up into the sky, scattering the holy light.

But the Army of Light is not a mortal army.

As the hymns began, hundreds of holy beams in the sky gathered again, like a huge palm descending from the sky, suppressing the raging firestorm.

The Holy Light Bishop raised his scepter and shouted sternly:

"The order of the God of Light cannot be violated by magic!"

A wall of holy light stretched out in front, resisting the dragon's flames. The knights regrouped, their spears etched with golden runes, and they thrust at Xingluo in unison.

Xingluo glanced at the singer, who had returned to the embrace of the God of Light, and his eyes dimmed. He had thought the other party would rely on the singer's strength and master new powers through magic, but he didn't expect that they would still rely on the God of Light in the end. His previous efforts to let them go had been in vain, which made him a little discouraged. These people were beyond saving. His eyes were cold and he did not hold back.

The spear tip broke through the air, bringing with it a continuous whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart.

Xingluo took a deep breath, and the divine flame crystal in his body suddenly became bright. He raised his hand, and his eyes sparkled like sparks.

"Time and space—rise!"

In an instant, all the elements of heaven and earth seemed to be affected.

Space folded slightly around him, and the flow of time suddenly became chaotic. The knights' spears paused in mid-air for a moment, and Xingluo's figure had already transformed into a dark shadow, appearing in front of them in advance.

"Swift wind, break!"

Xingluo waved his hand, and the creases in space appeared instantly, like an extremely sharp transparent blade, cutting off the spears of dozens of knights in the front row at the same time.

He pointed again, and the fluctuations of time and space spread out. A large number of knights fell into a slow flow area, their movements became sluggish, and the light and shadow in their eyes dragged out long afterimages, while Xingluo's army rushed forward in the "speed field".

Dwarven chariots roared, flame cannons fired volleys, and fire and steel raged through the slow-moving enemy formations, as if time itself was mocking their slowness.

The Holy Light Bishop's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately launched the "Holy Domain Baptism", wrapping his own army with the sacred domain in an attempt to resist the erosion of time and space.

But at this moment, Xingluo and Xiaohei looked up at the same time.

The bell rang again, and the crisp "ding" sound seemed to tear the balance between heaven and earth apart.

A dragon roar followed.

This sound was heavier and more violent than before, shaking the sky. The sea of ​​clouds rolled, a violent wind arose, and a large amount of thunder gathered in the sky.

Thunder and wind, fire and earth, were all awakened by dragon language magic.