People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 315: Resurrection of the Witch King

The Witch King fell into a brief silence.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and did not rush him.

After a while, the voice of the Witch King came again:

'The power of your body is indeed terrifying, but the person who just dispersed the red sun on the tower was one of the twin queens. No matter how many reasons there were back then, I will not deny that I was defeated by them.

What's more, the tower has not been destroyed yet and is still capable of launching attacks. There will be too many unforeseen accidents if we rush in rashly.

Unless the person next to you is willing to help...'

"You old man, you're already dead, but you still have so many concerns."

Qi Yan grinned and didn't say much. He took action to boost the Witch King's confidence.

Qi Yan took out a pure source stone and threw it into his mouth to chew it into pieces.

That was the purest source stone specially sent by Gentleman Hu, and it was also the last piece in Qi Yan's hand.

As the second piece of pure source stone went down his throat, the golden luster in Qi Yan's eyes surged, and almost no other colors could be seen.

The Witch King's consciousness huddled in Qi Yan's mind was shaking wildly.

The energy contained in Qi Yan's body at this moment actually made the Witch King feel a sense of fear.

"I can't eat any more. With the power of the Sound of the World, if I eat two more pieces, I will become a god."

Qi Yan burped and invited again: "Now, how about we go kill someone?"

'kill! ’

This time, the Witch King had almost no hesitation, as if he had once again transformed into the tyrant who once ruled an era.

He is recognized in this land as the best magician under the gods!

He is the sun hanging high in the sky of Leitania, and the strongest warlock who defeated the Gaul army alone!

Red Originium fluctuations burst out from Qi Yan's body.

Qi Yan had no scruples at all and completely released his restraints on the Witch King.

A circle of scarlet faintly appeared outside his golden pupils, and a phantom emerged behind him, opening his arms and releasing endless red mist like a sea tide.

The red mist broke through the scope of the Sunset Hall in one fell swoop and continued to spread towards the city of Visheheim.

Even the bright sun hanging high in the sky seemed to be coated with a layer of red.

The bloody sun is shining in the sky, and the Witch King returns to his territory!

The Voice of the Queen in the Sunset Hall and the warlocks in the high tower were surrounded by blood mist, their eyes wide open, staring at the shadow behind Qi Yan.

Even though the face of the phantom is blurry, that figure and aura are marks rooted deep in the souls of all Leitanians.

"Witch King!"

Bigler was shaking uncontrollably.

As the Voice of the Queen, he almost instinctively wanted to resist the Witch King in front of him, but he was surrounded by blood mist and he had to try his best to even stay standing.

This is his last bit of dignity. If he relaxes a little, his knees might weaken and he would kneel down before the Witch King.

That was the greatest blasphemy to the Twin Queens. Begler would rather commit suicide than kneel down.

The virtual shadow line behind Qi Yan swept over Begeler and other queens, causing Begeler and others to have their hair stand on end and their bodies tremble more obviously.

But in the end, the shadow of the Witch King did nothing, and even nodded slightly, as if he had some appreciation for Beegler and the others.

Then he shifted his gaze and fell on the tower warlocks.

wow-

The tower warlocks all knelt down, pressed their heads against the ground, and trembled like sieves:

"Your Majesty, we, we..."

"Humph!"

The Witch King snorted softly, but that sound was no less than a thunderclap exploding in the ears of the warlocks in the high tower.

Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded through the sky.

Those high tower warlocks covered their ears, their eyes widened, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses. It was obvious that they were not going to survive.

"Well, what's the point of getting mad at these guys?"

Qi Yan gently waved the staff in his hand, as if he had found some new toy: "Although I don't really like being a warlock, but think about it, it is my duty to restore the glory of warlocks!

Kal'tsit, I will apply to become a warlock when I return!"

"What do you mean?" the shadow of the sorcerer king asked, "Have warlocks declined over the years?"

"Oh, it's more than just decline, it's become an insult." Qi Yan shook his head.

"asshole!"

The Witch King suddenly fell into a state of rage.

As his emotions fluctuated, the red fog covering the entire Visheheim surged violently, as turbulent as the sea surface in a hurricane.

Qi Yan frowned, noticing that Bai Ke, Czerny and others looked in pain in the red fog, and it was obvious that they could not bear the pressure from the Witch King.

"Be honest and don't hurt your own people!"

Qi Yan scolded harshly.

"……it is good."

The Witch King was furious one second, but his attitude changed 180 degrees the next and he became calm.

But soon the Witch King's attention was drawn again, and his shadow turned his head to look in the direction of the tower.

Over there, a figure jumped out from the top of the tower. He was wearing a cloak and a pure white mask on his face. His golden hair came out from the gap between the cloak and the mask, fluttering in the wind.

Beegler and the others also noticed the newcomer and their faces looked grim.

"Captain Bai, don't come over. We can't fight here!" Begler tried his best to remind him.

"It doesn't matter."

Captain Bai landed in the Sunset Hall and nodded to Beegler and the others:

"You have done a great job. Now leave Visheheim as soon as possible. This is not a battle you can participate in."

As she spoke, a faint fluctuation of Originium skills appeared.

At this moment, all the voices in the Sunset Hall seemed to have found their backbone and all submitted to Captain Bai's control.

The pressure on Bigler and the others suddenly eased. They all gasped for breath, feeling as if they had survived a calamity.

When they looked at Captain Bai again, they were all somewhat doubtful.

A guess that even shocked themselves popped up in their minds.

Murphy was mixed in with the Queen's Voice team. He subconsciously touched the harmonica in his pocket and suddenly realized where the chill came from.

Then his legs went weak and he almost knelt down in front of Captain Bai on the spot.

"Beegler, give me a hand, I feel a little dizzy." Murphy leaned on Beegler, breathing weakly.

Begler had no doubts, thinking that it was just the injuries Murphy had suffered from Qi Yan's beating before, which had erupted after experiencing the pressure from the Witch King. He bent down and carried Murphy on his back.

Qi Yan also turned his head and found Arturo, who was hiding in a corner with his head in his hands, and said:

"Take Mr. Che and the others away, and don't forget to take Gargamel, who fainted in the backstage, with you.

It's such a pity that the bad woman became a dead woman, she should be punished by me!"

Arturo raised his head, behaved more politely than ever before, trotted over, picked up the black keys and chalk in each hand, and handed them to Czerny. Then he ran to the backstage and dragged out Gertrude, who had already lost consciousness.

The eyes of both sides made contact. At this moment, even though the bosses above them were about to have a fight, they did not have too many grudges. They gathered together and fled out of the city together.

After they walked away, Captain Bai slowly took off his mask, revealing a soft and elegant face.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and recognized that the person was the White Queen among the Gemini Queens. He was not surprised at all.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Qi Yan." The White Queen opened her red lips and said softly, "Long time no see, Witch King."

The Witch King's virtual vision was fixed on the White Queen without blinking, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

That is not hatred, but pure fighting spirit!

Two generations of Leithania kings stood before each other again after many years, and both sides knew in their hearts that this battle could not be avoided.

Neither side ever thought of avoiding it!

The White Queen pursed her rosy lips and raised the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, someone is faster than her.

Qi Yan raised his staff without warning and poked it towards the White Queen's nostrils:

"A sneak attack, take my shot, Avada, eat the big melon!"