The truly high-temperature fla has no form, it will burn everything to ashes, including air and light. The Mage rushed to Morgan's side and raised the Powerful Wand. At this mont, any spell to protect against fire would seem powerless; they are as insignificant as fireflies trying to outshine the sun when faced with the Fla King's attack. The only way to withstand the Balrog Fla Demon's attack is to beco a Balrog Fla Demon yourself.
Perhaps the Great Mage of the transformation departnt from the Mage Association has this ability. Whether it's an Ancient Giant Dragon or an Abyss Demon, they can transform in an instant. Lynch raised his Magic Wand, only having ti to cast a "Plane Synchronization." He couldn't transform himself into a Balrog Fla Demon, only making his body try to adapt to the world where the Fla Demons co from, to gain resistance to the flas.
The rocks in front of the Mage instantly lted, like solid ice eting a blazing teor that pierced the sky. The Mage's entire body was engulfed in flas. Behind his white flas, the stones barely maintained their original form. Morgan retreated continuously, seeing nothing but a familiar black silhouette standing in his vision amidst the red and white flashes. The ruby ring on his hand seed to fend off the flas. If it weren't for this, Morgan would have long turned to ashes in the flas.
Lynch endured imnse pain, the air waves forcing him to slide back. He planted the Powerful Wand into the ground to barely stabilize his body and concentrated his will to pull out the scroll from his bosom. Only when he could first resist the Hellfire could the Elental Protection spell work. The cloak sent by the Elf Queen had already begun to develop holes, continuously expanding and extending. The natural power from the forest was barely holding on against the destructive flas.
"Get lost, you flas from Bator." A blue ring appeared around Lynch, allowing his body to finally stand upright: "You have no right to enter this world anymore! Go back to where you ca from!"
The shadow took another step forward, causing the advantage the Mage had barely gained to be completely lost. The circle of blue light crumbled, shattering into a ground covered with stars. Lynch pulled out the scroll ant to suppress the Fire Elent Elder and held it high above his head. He shouted, "The fury of flas shall vanish before , and the burning rage shall beco nothing! Flas, retreat!"
A rainbow-colored light spread from the Mage's hand, pressing down from the top of the cave. The Fla Demon shouted, raising its fist and swinging upward. With a trendous noise, the entire Ridge Mountains trembled. Snow waves roared down from the mountain top, sweeping across the northern plains like a tsunami. Inside, countless rocks fell from the mountain and crashed toward the scattered flas. For a mont, the red light here was like little grass blades beaten chaotically in a storm, struggling desperately to survive.
Yet, the spell still had its rightful effect. The shadows on the Fla Demon's body began to dim, revealing red lights. Among the cracks in its tough skin, magma seed to flow continuously. Lynch felt extre discomfort throughout his body, as he now belonged to a species from the Fla Hell, much like the Balrog Fla Demon. The spell to suppress flas was also a tornt for him, and the desire to escape constantly tempted and eroded his resolve. Only a stubborn determination kept the Mage from retreating a single step.
"Die, you Fire Monster!" Morgan flashed out from behind Lynch, hurling his Warhamr at the Balrog Fla Demon with all his might. His cheeks were flushed, as if ashad and angry at his previous hesitation and retreat. The Dwarf concentrated all his strength on his right arm, and due to the excessive force, his swollen blood vessels burst after the throw, with blood flowing down his sturdy arm, yet the Dwarf paid no heed.
The white Warhamr flew across the battlefield, passing through everyone's sight. Although it had the speed of lightning breaking through the sky, everyone on the battlefield felt that this mont stretched out as if in slow motion, long enough for a lifeti to pass. At that instant, the Balrog Fla Demon raised its arm, trying to block the small hamr headed towards it. Everyone held their breath, silently calculating the speeds of the arm and the hamr. Ultimately, the Balrog did not have ti to build a defense, and the hamr struck directly into its white eye, penetrating its skull.
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