vrcanaries Chapter 450: I don't know what it means to respect the elderly and love the young
Chapter 450: I don't know what it means to respect the elderly and love the young
When Lyon was stabbed in the kidney, he indeed lost all his fighting power.
This human's magic was really a bit perverted. He had to use almost all his strength to keep his pants dry.
But this young nobleman underestimated himself too much.
As early as when Ivan encountered Ariela, Leon had already recovered his form.
However, from the conversation between Alvin and the weak elf, he learned that he would be taken to the Elf Courtyard.
Lyon, who is usually reckless, rarely plays a trick.
He pretended to be weak in his limbs and made his steps appear a little messy so that Ivan could completely let down his guard.
He had been separated from the vanguard troops. Even if he broke free from the ropes and killed this human boy, he would still have to wait for the troops to assemble.
It would be better to just take advantage of the situation and let this seemingly unintelligent human noble bring himself into the target of this attack.
Just as he expected, this human took him defenselessly to the inner side of the elf courtyard, to the very center.
Lyon is very confident in his own strength.
Before setting off, the king summoned him alone and informed him of the situation of this group of elves and gods.
Due to their forced passage through the planes, the most powerful of these elven gods are little more than legends;
And he was a man called a demigod. Facing such weaklings, Leon could beat at least ten of them.
Sure enough, when he broke free from the ropes and jumped up, the legendary female elf god flew far away and couldn't even take his attack.
If the information he sensed was correct, this winged elf god was the most powerful one among the few existences in the entire city.
"Your Majesty is still worrying too much. There is no need to mobilize an entire army to deal with you.
I alone can handle all of you."
Leon adjusted his helmet and twisted his wrist a few times, making a clanging sound of armor rubbing against each other.
Then he swung his fist at Ivan, who was still brushing off grass clippings on the opposite side.
This damn human actually used such perverted magic against me, I'll just start with this guy... Leon thought to himself.
But before he could swing his fist, a grey mist enveloped him.
After a dizzying moment, Leon was surprised to find that he was back to the position where he was standing before he threw the punch.
The fourth knight turned his head and saw an old elf with silver hair holding a long wooden staff and pointing his right hand in his direction, as if he had just cast a spell.
"You are playing tricks on me... Oh, you are gods... But you are the weakest gods I have ever seen!"
"is it?
Human, didn’t the group of gods behind you tell you the difference between a so-called demigod like you and a true god? "
La Bellaas came closer and calmly arranged his wooden staff.
“Although my strength has been reduced to that of a high-level mage after being suppressed by the plane, I have no way to deal with you.
but……
It’s still possible to restrict you—”
As soon as he finished speaking, Labelas's gestures suddenly changed, and gray bands of light appeared around the tall knight, intertwining with each other like woven sacks, forming irregular mirror surfaces.
Leon's metal helmet swung, and the muffled sound rang out again.
"Oh? Divine power spell?"
After saying that, he tentatively stretched out his right hand, and his strong right arm passed through the middle of the mirror, but did not appear on the other side. Instead, his arm retracted into its original position like a spring.
"Interesting...you messed up the space around me?"
“It’s time to be exact, you ignorant human.
Every time you come into contact with these mirrors, you will go back to your previous time.
This is [Time Reversal]..."
The silver-haired old elf walked up to Angris and gave her a questioning look.
The winged schizophrenic goddess struggled a few times but still couldn't get up from the ground.
She waved her hands weakly, indicating that she had temporarily lost her ability to fight.
Labelas's eyes became particularly solemn.
In fact, he had been paying attention to the developments around the Elf Courtyard before.
He also had a clear understanding of the battle between the fourth knight Leon and the warrior with the broken leg.
Although this human seemed extremely powerful, it was still unrealistic for him to knock down the legendary Angharris with one blow.
But the current situation has already shown that this guy who was trapped in the tin can did not exert his full strength before.
Labelas's hand movements quickened a bit, causing the mirrors to begin to shrink inward.
He intended to trap the other party in this way.
Even though his strength has been greatly reduced, the spells that possess divine power are not so easy to break free from.
Seeing Labelas begin to show his power, Ivan's heart finally settled down.
This tall and strong looking iron can knight was really showing off with his sneak attack.
Ivan thought that the opponent would at least lose the ability to resist under the influence of his spell, but he didn't expect that the opponent was not unable to resist, but wanted to take the opportunity to sneak into the center of the enemy camp...
It seems that I have underestimated these people from other worlds. Their attainments in the art of war are far more amazing than mine, a useless young man who only knows Sun Tzu's Art of War that the best strategy is to retreat.
Just as Ivan approached Angris and was about to cast a healing spell, something strange happened.
I saw that the tin can that had been trapped in the flashback of the mirrors suddenly burst into a terrifying white mist that instantly filled the entire space.
Then, the sound of glass breaking continued to be heard.
The white mist was like compressed water vapor, crushing Labelas's time spell into pieces.
Before the silver-haired elf could react, a big, sturdy hand grabbed his neck.
A teasing voice came from under the metal helmet.
"Adding divine power to magic... I can do that, old man."
With a bang, Labelas fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times. He looked already old and now looked extremely embarrassed.
Alvin was extremely regretful at this moment.
He didn't expect that the human knight who sneaked in due to his negligence would knock down the two strongest forces of the elven pantheon in one fell swoop.
Not only that, the simple-minded and bad-tempered Solonor also took a group of elven gods with some fighting power to go hunting.
I'm afraid there is no one in the entire Elf Courtyard who can deal with this guy wrapped in armor.
Just as Alvin took back the healing spell in his hand and was about to switch to the rubber stick to try to do another kidney-stabbing combo, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him.
Alvin turned around and saw a group of black-skinned elves appearing behind him.
The short half-elf who was leading the group, holding a scimitar in one hand and a round shield in the other, jumped around fiercely.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!
You are such a bad guy hiding in an iron shell to boil water!
Don’t you know what it means to respect the old and love the young? "