Although the fight lasted only a moment, at this moment, everything seemed to be following a trajectory - all the reliance on one's side was stimulated and displayed, and the moment they were about to succeed in the end, they were simply destroyed.
, eliminate, the power that one thinks is powerful cannot exert its effect.［
That enemy is not fighting them at all. No matter how hard they try their best to reveal their trump cards, for that person, it is just some small things that need to be dealt with.
This realization made the two remaining enemies secretly look at each other...but they both saw a look of despair in the other's eyes.
Counterattack? Escape? It seems impossible... The man's power can already be seen vaguely, and his words and deeds all reveal his power - it is also a psychic power, but more powerful, far from here.
Two people can be compared.
The difference in power is no longer on the same level. The only option left is to surrender.
"So, what should we do?" The short 'shaman' tilted his head slightly, revealing his silver hair and a pair of black eyes from under the hood of his thick sheepskin robe.
There was no arc of silver light filled with supernatural powers, but they just stared at the two people in front of them calmly. The contempt and ridicule under the indifference made the two black-robed men's spirits fluctuate and tremble.
"I underestimated you, scumbags."
Among the two remaining men in black robes, the one who was not the leader spoke softly, with a sonorous voice. There was no trace of frustration after the action failed: "But we are soldiers, and living an ignoble life as prisoners is not our destiny. Our souls will eventually be destroyed.
Return to the Lord and be reborn in this world."
Discounting the sacred and esoteric soul theory. The meaning of this sentence is the same as 'Don't be delusional, you can't get anything from us', but no matter what tone is used, it cannot change the belonging of this statement.
The meaning of failure - People who can become users of psychic energy cannot have the same flexibility of thinking as those of ordinary people. They do not need to clarify all the conditions to suddenly realize what situation they have encountered.
What's more, they have already received enough understanding and warning about this terrible enemy in front of them.
"Oh, the concept of reincarnation? It's very good." That person, that 'shaman' looked at them. Carefully, not only with his eyes, but also with spiritual tentacles touching and coercing from all directions, under that powerful
Facing the power of the two men in black robes, their own mental defenses were even more fragile than cotton felt. When the breeze passed by, they scattered in all directions.
The terrible pressure almost made them hold their breath, so in this huge room, among the nine lives, there was only that one voice, speaking slowly.
"Then you're not going to try again?" he said.
What to try?
"Continue to attack. You should have at least a hundred psychic points left, right? Why waste it?"
"So generous. So relaxing..."
As the leader, the young man in black robe gritted his teeth, stared at the face that was younger than him under the poor shaman leather robe in front of him, and suddenly began to chuckle: "What do you want to say? We
Too weak? You are too strong? So besides accepting your fooling, we have no other option? Hee hee hee, hahaha..."
He laughed, and his voice echoed in the empty hall, making people feel heart-stopping like the wail of a night owl.
But even so, he did not really use his spiritual power - a hundred spiritual power points were enough for him to manifest a dozen different spiritual powers, and his subordinates were only a few hundred feet away from here.
As long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, he can still leave here. Whether it is from the perspective of his mission to inform all things about what happened here, or from the instinct of protecting his own life, he will not give up easily.
"I'm just a little curious about what happened in the world when I left for a while."
He casually took off the heavy leather robe on his body, and Edward revealed his face. At the same time, two invisible and slight forces also pulled the hoods of the two men in black robes, revealing their youthful faces underneath.
, and the pale faces. Then, the broken pieces of meat and bones on the ground danced slightly under the influence of force. The skin and flesh were healed, and the bones were finally pieced together to form a picture around them that was covered with bloodstains and scars, but was clear.
Complete face.
Although under tremendous pressure, one of the faces was crazy, one was silent, and the other was full of cracks and the breath of death. However, when they are placed side by side, people will notice an even more astonishing fact.
Exactly the same characteristics.
The position of the facial features, the size of the skull, and even the texture of the irises on the eye pupils all show exquisite craftsmanship - they are not naturally occurring twins, but are made of the same essence, the same raw materials, and the same process.
of...the same replica.
For Edward, this may not be considered a surprise, but it is worth thinking about what is hidden behind it.
"This is... the cloning technique?"
The slight exclamation came from Menethil standing aside. This high mage was probably the least thrilling one in this battle. From beginning to end, he never found a chance to intervene, but this was not the case.
Allowing him to think calmly: "It's wonderful. The problem of psychic qualifications has been solved in this way. You
...No, it should be you, because you are all the same thing. So you are not afraid of death, and you have infinite clones... Ah, Sir Edward, I think you should know that this is the magic masterpiece that Marilyn is most proud of.
, but it seems that she has never shared the core of this magic with the academy, and..."
She is also one of the seven highest-ranking members of the Universe... Can she let you know this kind of secret?
Edward couldn't help but shook his head.
What really needs to be concerned about is not this issue, but how the unscrupulous guy named Marilyn's nurse leaked this thing. Is it some thief's method? Or is it a fair transaction? It seems that the former is more likely
?Then, his temporary strategy of entrusting others to her care has caused inestimable consequences in more than a year?
"I actually don't have much interest in your return of all things."
The manipulated sound turned the high mage's shock into a subtle wind noise. Edward's eyes stopped on the faces of the two clones:
"But now it seems that you two have some other meaning... You can't tell what it means, and any spiritual exploration will directly destroy your brains. So, I have no choice but to
Let’s explore some of your secrets in practice, so let’s run.”
But those two people
"You simply don't understand what you are facing. What you are facing is an existence that can never be defeated, a power that truly transcends this world!"
The relatively calm clone was the first to speak. He talked endlessly... What flashed in his eyes was no longer the brilliance of flowing psychic powers, but compared with the brilliance, the fanaticism seemed to be even worse:
"He is our eternal master... omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent! And his power will burn you ignorant rebels, and your end will be eternal life in eternal torture at the bottom of the deep hell.
"
"Then, why don't you let him show up and kill me directly to save you? Oh, yes, you, the errand boy, are not worthy of his move? Then just rule the world directly. Why do you need these errand boys to play tricks?
"
Edward had always scorned such remarks with religious connotations. However, this taunt was actually meaningless...because the person it was taunting could no longer hear.
He is already dead.
The body fell softly to the ground and stopped breathing, but it was not an ordinary death - Edward could see that his soul had left the body, but it did not enter the etheric realm and move towards the palace of death, but...
Rushed into the body of the companion beside him.
"Semi-permanent mind fusion?" Edward raised his eyebrows, then smiled: "It's a pretty good way to counterattack."
"Rejoice, you will be witnesses... When the Lord rules the world, it will be all of you who kneel down and beg for mercy... And when the time comes, He will reject you, and your painful cry will become our supreme glory.
Proof!”
The only remaining man in black robe roared, his voice was already crazy and hoarse, but the energy in his soul was increasing exponentially. In just the gap between these words, he had already condensed a magic weapon from each of his hands.
He threw away the Crystal Hail Technique and while retreating, two bright bolts of lightning burst out from his body!
It's not just a simple fusion of two people's abilities, but it can also directly cause the manifestation effect of spiritual resonance?
The tentacles of his mind weaved another two layers of crystal walls of spheres in the space, locking them into a closed space before the Crystal Hail Technique broke out. As for the two lightning bolts, he didn't even bother to pay attention to them - with the two
The old shouting sound, a layer of green energy
It lit up on his body, absorbing all the dazzling electric light! In the space, the invisible force field immediately bent and closed, like a row of giant sharp teeth, biting down towards the source of lightning! The one who allowed all things to return to the world.
The manifester roared in embarrassment...
But the body that was pierced by the advanced magic tooth technique did not have a trace of blood flowing out. It just quickly faded away and turned into scattered crystal statues. However, the manifester himself appeared in the space thirty feet away, a
Staring fiercely at the two great shamans who were casting spells!
"It's very powerful, but don't you think that the powers you have mastered are too few?"
And his most powerful enemy sent a leisurely and contented comment...like a sharp sword that severely exposed the truth about his power.
Yes, there are too few superpowers... Even if psychic powers are powerful abilities, not everyone has the same twin manifestation methods that complement each other like the guy in front of me. Without the help of psychic innovation, the psychic warlock's
The means of attack are destined to be simple and direct. It is extremely difficult to balance defense and attack, even if all the power of two people is combined...
The psion as the main consciousness is a telepath of the mind enchantment system. He is good at controlling and attacking souls. However, for the more powerful telepath, these attack abilities of the mind enchantment system are almost meaningless.
For another Build Divers who is proficient in spiritual creation powers, crystal hail and energy beam are already among the few attack psychic powers he can use!
The man in black robe looked ferocious, and once again lit up two green rays of dissociation. However, this time, the energy of destruction could not even leave them three feet away - Edward's thoughts moved slightly, and the two seats on the ground were broken.
Zha has already intercepted the light beams respectively.
The psychic dissociation technique may indeed launch a quick killing move, but it must explode instantly at the fingertips and the staff, and it will destroy the only obstacle in the way. This is the most fatal flaw in understanding their existence.
!
"Just like this, I'm afraid it won't make me kneel down and beg for mercy?"
The mocking words made the black-robed magician roar angrily.
But at this moment, what is the difference between a roar and the distant bark of a defeated dog?
Only power, overwhelming power, is everything!
"My Lord, I dedicate everything I have to you. Please grant me your unparalleled power!"
He howled at the top of his lungs and raised his left hand high! Then, a subtle silver light shone on his middle finger!
The luster didn't seem to be dazzling, but everything in the entire space dimmed at that moment, disappearing into darkness... When it became clear that all this was just an illusion caused by the strong light, the light had dimmed again.
, just like the lamp in the hands of the black-robed magician.
It's just that there's a terrifying magic power in this light.
Just by looking at it, the mind can't help but feel dazed. For a moment, it's like the whole body. Even the whole soul is penetrated into the incomparable coldness, and suddenly, the will and soul are about to fly towards the center of the light.
Go and be attracted into those deep silver lights!
In an instant, the entire world lost all light and color, leaving only that deep and bright point between heaven and earth.
"Lord, give me your brilliance to melt those who do not believe in you. Give me your sharp blade to kill the remnants of those who do not believe in you. I sing your name, and you... and I
Together."
The hoarse shouts calmed down and became a murmur. The black-robed magician slowly raised his left hand, letting the silver light illuminate his face in the hood.
His raised finger slowly moved across everyone in sight, but this simple movement brought endless oppression to them - the bodies of the three great shamans and a high mage were all
Trembling violently at that moment, they each recited prayers and incantations, but they were still bent down by the sudden heavy pressure! King Khan, who was completely unable to defend against all this, could only kneel down.
On the ground!
The oppression was nihilistic and not some kind of force. However, no matter how hard they resisted, they could not dispel the fear that weighed on their hearts and made their legs weak.
"Thank you, my Lord."
The black-robed magician smiled softly and prayed to his greatest support. He knew that the result of doing so would inevitably cost his own life, but the inexplicable joy swept over his consciousness in an instant, that kind of control.
The joy of gaining strength is unmatched by any human emotion.
Finally, there is the biggest enemy...
He will fight, but this powerless fight will inevitably fail. His insignificant ability is nothing more than an insignificant obstacle in front of the master. In the face of this huge power, he will eventually just be frightened and cower like those ordinary people.
, finally succumbed.
The excited spirit pushed the power to the limit... The hall was trembling, the huge rocks cracked and created countless gaps in the terrifying power, the dust fell, and the invisible force pushed the bodies around several casters.
Protection, squeeze out a large amount of fire! But of course this power is not without cost
, blood rushed out of the corners of his eyes, nostrils and lips as if boiling, and the fishy-sweet breath filled his senses, rendering everything a bright red! But the black-robed magician was unaware of this - all his thoughts were
Looking forward to, waiting for the moment when that person kneels down in front of this overwhelming power!
However, everything that was imagined did not seem to appear completely...
The ground shook and dust flew everywhere, but in the field of vision, the white-haired enemy seemed completely unaware of this huge change and the tragic fate he was about to encounter. He even relaxed his guard and just tilted his head slightly.
, there is no spiritual silver light in his eyes, only rich ridicule... and a touch of pity.
There is no need to describe that feeling.
Pity? Pity for what? Pity for what?
Doubt spread in the heart of the black-robed magician, but then it ignited into raging anger: "Death!" He raised his voice, letting the golden and stone-piercing spiritual words roar in the other person's soul, and at the same time, that
The powerful force also moved forward and crashed straight into the enemy!
But Edward didn't even bother to dodge.
He raised his hand, and a layer of rich silver light condensed in front of him!
sucker Punch!
The black-robed magician was grinning ferociously, but then he felt a strong sense of doubt... Because in his field of vision, the silver light in front of the man was not a protective weapon, nor an offensive weapon, but a strange stick-shaped mass——
Something like...a bone?
bone?
As soon as this weird conclusion flashed through his mind, huge power burst out from his hands - but instead of attacking the enemy, the ring on his finger rushed straight towards the group of light. The power was far beyond his reach.
A weak body can resist!
"No, my Lord, you can't..." The magician wailed in shock! He tried to retract his palm. But his efforts were only effective with that wailing sound. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature for more novel updates.