Of course, Edward did not immediately disappear in front of his opponent.
There are really too many problems in my mind, so many that I have to take some risks. What's more, even if I hide my body right now, I may not be able to take the initiative.
"First of all, I have to praise you, what a beautiful raid."
At this time, it is definitely impossible to get answers to questions such as 'Who are you? 'Why are you attacking me?' - it will only make the other party understand your ignorance and become wary of it, and 'You
Just die ignorantly' and other thoughts.
As for admitting someone by mistake? Men can only meet each other by chance without misunderstanding, and it is not a boring comic plot. It is impossible to admit that the opponent is wrong for no reason at all. What's more, being treated in a certain way, such a situation,
This is not a misunderstanding and can be explained clearly.
"Although the power of the artifact can prevent most detections, even the detection of divine energy, it is not completely undetectable... Just like a fox walking on the ground, even if it disappears, its footprints will eventually leave traces, but the footprints are not large.
Some people will ignore its form, and only a few people can pay attention to it. What's more, you are the one who triggered the reaction of the artifact and unlocked the seal."
The man in red robe sneered, but did not move, as if he had 100% control over the situation.
Okay, first thing to be sure.
"I know a lot... I didn't expect you to know such detailed information, but how do you know that your actions are not self-inflicted?" Edward chuckled and took out the dagger from his sleeve, confirming the other party's guess.
, but it also leads him astray. "That's why you abandon the near for the far? You are really persistent. But that will not be the reason why you can defeat me..."
"Put away your bluff. Although the cost of finding you is not small, it is worth it in the end... After all, people who can get its recognition and pick it up will not appear so easily, and not everyone will
, can open the memory attached to it."
It seems that I am not the only one? This is new information. But from words, I am afraid that this is the only extent of what I can learn.
"So...you are really lucky. Unfortunately, how long can this kind of luck last?" Edward asked with different expressions. He lowered his head slightly, covering up the aura of energy in his eyes, and at the same time, he concentrated the power he could call into his eyes.
Exploring the mind' within this psychic power.
Fortunately, the battle between the knights and the werewolves behind them was getting intense. Those beasts were fast, but facing the swords in the hands of more than a dozen knights who cooperated well, they could only roar wildly - just enough to cover up their power.
A subtle buzzing sound.
The consciousness on the surface of thinking usually changes very quickly and is fleeting, but when the target being explored is focused on it, it will naturally trigger the movement of some relevant information.
A series of perceptions flowed through my mind, but they lasted extremely briefly - almost just a few words flashed in the blink of an eye, and then they disappeared into nothingness, and the opponent suddenly
He raised his head and seemed to notice something was wrong.
Mental toughness.
"It's not just you...this bastard is also stalling for time."
The Psychic Crystal Servant does not see the world with its eyes, so its senses are far beyond the range of ordinary people: "The guy just now was locking your position and preparing to launch a surprise attack on you, but please note that he is psychic.
The user is probably a psychic warrior, and this kind of trick that suddenly appears in the space is their favorite."
On the surface, Edward calmly bent down, but his heart sank a little deeper. If there were psychic users among the other party, then they must not know anything about this power, and the way to deal with it would be the same.
become more diverse.
But what is even more troublesome is the force behind the other party.
The Ring Magic Ritual is an ability that can activate the power of multiple mages and cast stronger spells. However, there is a requirement that the abilities of multiple casters cannot be too different, and the more advanced the spells used, the corresponding consumption will be
The more amazing it is, generally speaking, only national-level mage groups will get involved in this field.
As for sensing location, this magic is quite famous. If Edward's memory was correct, it would be an eighth-level prophecy spell.
You must know that although the depth of contact with the magic network is an important factor in measuring the strength of the mage, the copied spells in the spell book are equally important, especially those spells that have come into contact with the magic network of the ** ring.
The Master's Tower is monopolized in the library, making it difficult to circulate, let alone easily show it to others. Even in a powerful magic country like Tuminis, the magic in the magic academy is not copied without cost.
Going through the memories in his mind, his body was also moving slightly. The Psychic Crystal Servant was his second eye, directing him to continuously destroy the angles set by the attackers from behind.
This intentional or unintentional stalemate lasted for a few seconds, and then the opponent in the red robe finally couldn't bear it any longer and began to use offensive attacks to create opportunities for himself.
The slight burnt smell dispersed with the wind, and visible flames rose from the opponent's body, surrounding him into a scorching gust of wind. It was as if the cloak on his body came to life as a result, and the cloth trembled.
, transformed into four fire heads, violently twisting and surrounding the center,
“I
Magic has always pursued explosive power but ignored controllability. Aren't the only things that are available are extreme effects and delays?
Of course, there was no time for him to sigh and think about the mystery, as the terrifying flames had already blocked most of the space.
On the other side, the gray figure has slipped through the space...
The assassin-type enemy has appeared silently behind Edward. During the movement, it seems that there is no need to take steps at all, but it is drifting out of thin air like a ghost. His slender body is wrapped in a blue-gray short robe.
, looming in the gray fog
, only the two sharp blades of the long sword and dagger in his hands, one on the left and one on the right, were shiny and turned out to be a scary green color.
Violently poisonous.
If Edward moves forward or to the left, he will be entangled by the tentacles of flames. If he goes to the right, he will be slashed by the long sword. If he retreats, he will face the dagger, the burst of flames, the dagger, the long sword...the perfection of weapons and magic, point and surface.
Combination, unless the void can be cut through, the enemies in it seem to be doomed?
Unfortunately, just because they work together well doesn't mean they share the same brain.
"You go to the right"
Edward exhaled loudly.
The sound has been decomposed and recast, and its content has been changed the moment it was emitted.
The tone and tone are similar to each other, which is enough at this time. There is a slight flaw in the originally flawless cooperation, not much, just a second of hesitation.
With the effect of the psychic tendons fully activated, Edward suddenly turned sideways and passed between two tongues of flames dangerously. At the same time, before leaving the ground, he stepped out of a vaguely visible ripple and rolled towards the opponent's calf.
This counterattack made the red-robed man stagger, and the flames failed to pursue him in time, but it had no effect on the assassin. His body floating in the air was incredibly dexterous, and the long sword had already blocked Edward's body in the air.
, but it just made a harsh crunching sound when rubbed against the iron glove.
Before he had time to react, terrible pain had already burst out in his mind, causing him to involuntarily let out a sharp scream. Well, it seemed that he should be called her, but Edward would never hesitate because of this.
With the power of the sword, he turned around in the air and hit his opponent in the back of the head with a horizontal kick, causing her to roll directly and hit the ground.
too shallow
A kick in the air with just the power of twisting the waist, even with the help of self-hypnosis and psychic tendons, has limited power. If it were on the ground, Edward would have the confidence to break the opponent's neck with one kick, but now he can only
He watched the woman roll on the ground and stand up again.
However, no one can remain calm after being hit by a side kick to the medulla oblongata. The shock to the brain is enough to destroy the body's delicate sense of balance.
"This guy has psychic powers..."
"You only have such pitiful strength, but you still want to struggle like this. I really admire your perseverance." The man in red stopped his companion's words and said in a cold voice: "What a pity, it's far worse than I imagined..."
The flames rose up on his body and grew stronger. The original four flames branched out into more tentacles, covering his surroundings in a dark red and gradually blackening light. The hot air flowed, but that
The firelight is like a phantom, and the people inside it will not be disturbed at all.
"Really? Actually, it's almost the same. As far as I know, not using your best in battle is a bad habit... Be careful not to let me escape. Otherwise, are you confident that you can go deep into Tuminis to find me?
?No, as long as I leave, you may not be able to find me again, right?"
He quietly touched his waist, returned the dagger to its sheath, and drew the magic missile staff in his hand.
The sleeves of his robe covered it up, making it look similar to a dagger. His left hand slowly reached to his waist, picked off the metal object from there, and popped open the shell. But Edward did not forget to use a sneer to provoke the opponent.
This kind of control ability is not ordinary magic, so it has to pay a certain price. If it is not an automatic attack, then the caster must concentrate.
Provoking him may cause a flaw.
The changes behind him were transmitted into his mind by the spiritual crystal servant, and the figure of the paladin was the center of it. However, the five werewolves on the other side had obviously received some kind of order and were trying their best to entangle this man.
Formidable enemies, the stretched muscles on their bodies bring terrifying power. Even with bare hands, they can defeat them.
Dare to collide with the sword blade, the terrifying bone-deep wound can be stopped in a few breaths, and although Elena, who is entangled in flames, is also extraordinary, the other party makes such a no-frills choice with her long body.
The swords clashed head-on, taking advantage of her weight and size to hold her in place, unable to move forward.
"What are you doing? Dilly-dallying?"
Then, a cold breath grabbed the mind of the psychic from behind - it felt like being stared at from behind by an emotionless gaze, causing cold sweat to break out from behind.
The disturbance in the space brought about gray shadows, stooped, gray, and with a rotten atmosphere, similar to zombies. But a long wooden staff gave him an aura that was far more dangerous than zombies.
"Elphonse, isn't your mission to kill as many Tuminis as possible?"
The skin on this face has completely dried up. There is only a layer of paper-pale skin with sparse gray-white hair remaining attached to the facial skull. You can even clearly distinguish the cheekbones through the skin.
Every calcified edge and subtle texture on the ground. Following the voice, the mandible opened and countless fine wrinkles instantly gathered on this face.
But the incredible thing is that he still seems to be alive.
Being able to use any door naturally represents the ability to touch the four-ring magic, but the necromancer in front of him is obviously not that simple.
When a low-level spellcaster faces off against a high-level caster, it usually does not mean that there is no chance of winning. The conflict between spells, tactical choices, different auxiliary abilities, and the equipment that can be used can all affect the final result. However,
Normally, there is a huge difference in the power of high-level spells and low-level spells
The distance is enough to offset the above variables. If the difference in spellcasting ability is more than two levels, then the winning rate becomes very slim. Of course, some extreme situations are not considered. For example, a high-level mage just goes through a game.
A fierce battle, or a purely theoretical person with no combat experience.
Or the opponent's spell slots have been consumed a lot, but an enemy who uses necromancy spells must be someone with extremely rich combat experience.
The figure in the red robe said nothing, but the firelight suddenly changed and became darker. The flying flames twisted in the air and turned into a sheen like runes.
So the surrounding space shook
As it swayed, countless small voices intertwined into a din, and the flame turned into a door that communicated the two interfaces. Several short shadows screamed and jumped out of the door.
Although they are short, they obviously have nothing to do with the word weak. On the contrary, their human-like upper bodies are surprisingly strong, and they have some pale and bloody bone sticks in their hands.
One devil successfully caught it, and was immediately flanked by the other two. The other one failed to be caught by the clumsy shadow monsters and rolled towards the river. The two devils dived down at full speed and caught it in unison
The gems bumped into each other ridiculously and fell into the water. After a while, they floated up.
, gasping for breath and splashing the water, still holding the gem in their hands. They stared at its purple light, breathing heavily, as if they had never seen treasure before, and their eyes were filled with the kind of gleaming eyes.
Greedy for gadgets. Suddenly the two shadow monsters started biting and wrestling with each other, splashing water everywhere.
But obviously as a practitioner of fighting skills in real life, the paladin reacted more quickly. Almost at the moment when the flame disappeared, the holy flame of the cross sword had been refined into a dazzling halo, and it stabbed this guy.
past
Perhaps the counterattack was too unexpected, or the unlucky shaman's intelligence level was not high. In short, when the paladin's long sword had reached him, the part-time undead suddenly threw himself to the side. Unfortunately, this action had already stopped.
It was unable to do anything. The holy flame brought out a wound on his chest that almost cut him in half. Then there was no
The shriveled skin and flesh gushing out of blood spread to both sides in a disgusting smell. The unfortunate guy let out a howl like a helpless girl who met a gangster. However, he could not stop the scream that represented
The light of positive energy continued to destroy his body, almost in the blink of an eye. It had more than doubled the size of the terrifying wound (to be continued)
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