"What is giving you this false confidence? A stupid monster?"
The man in white robe sneered, and cooperated with the face that would not show any expression, and seemed to be even more indifferent. {./Uploaded and updated by book friends}
It was so cold that it was almost gloomy.
"Hunting?" He stretched out his hand into the air and pulled out a black and golden warhammer from a ball of light: "In my opinion, it was just a despicable Kouse Demon, who was complacent of his little plot, but he didn't know that it was the end.
The glory of judgment has come to the clouds above my head!”
"Oh, are you used to the common language, not the ridiculous celestial beings?"
The figure in the black robe seemed to have no interest in arguing with him. His voice was peaceful and stable, as if the tall, powerful, and radiant figure in front of him was not an opponent—and
It is a creature that is observing its attitude and behavior with interest, and then preparing to slowly enjoy the process of depriving its life in the following time.
Just like what he said, hunting.
A hunter was watching his prey.
"In the name of the Lord of Dawn, righteousness is like a rainbow!"
Although the paladins suffered considerable damage in that terrible explosion, for most divine spell casters, they never rely on the warriors to treat them as flesh shields—
—They can do part-time and even be more willing to do this great job.
The two priests had become giants in an instant, and they were inspired by their companions' divine grace techniques, cow power techniques and other divine techniques. They just used the Eagle Shield that became less than the tower shield to sweep the two.
Next, the collapsed ruins turned into a mid-air battlefield.
"Do you think I will engage in this stupid pig-like battle with you with excess qi and blood?" A slight sneer came out of the black robe.
"Do you think you have room to escape?"
The tall figure was also sneering, but then a sharp voice cut it off.
He turned his eyes and noticed a twisted face - the facial features originally belonging to a paladin were squirming in a strange way, with his eyes bulging, as if he was suffering tremendous pain. It was so sharp that it was not like a living person
Amid the screams, the man who was already half covered in blood suddenly drew his sword and slashed hard. The two priests beside him were caught off guard and blood splattered on the spot!
"Despicable evil!" The tall warrior shouted coldly, stretched out the war hammer in his hand, blocking the long sword that the madman continued to slash, forcing him to take a few steps back, and then a ray of light shone in the air, making the madman softly
Slumped aside.
"Tampering with the spirit and memory of others, he is not an ordinary spellcaster, but a psychic warlock."
A soft voice sounded, with a slightly neutral voice, but full of magnetic: "What this despicable heretic monster is best at manipulating creatures by changing their minds. The changes in memory are permanent and irresponsible. But only increase
Be alert, and let the power of God the Father fill your hearts and you will be able to resist this evil power."
The white figure shining with luster condensed from the air and stood quietly in the air. The breeze blew the white robe, slightly outlining the mystery of the woman's figure.
And then there are more people,
Six or seven paladins armed with full armor and priests in chain armored suits appeared from the teleportation white light in three directions. And in the mid-air, the circular space gap was opened, two bodies stepped out
The wizards in robes raised their long staff and pulled out a green luster, allowing the surrounding space to ripple in a ripple.
"Two descending creatures in the heavens, ten paladins, six priests, and two wizards? His Majesty Ransendall really respects me."
"You can no longer escape, surrender." The voice of the female heavenly creatures was soft and elegant, as if singing. "Severely cut off your connection with the evil power, and sincerely kneel down to the Lord of the Dawn, and ask for his purification.
, Edward Vincent, so that your soul, or still has room for redemption.”
"What an optimistic personality...or, is this so-called 'sunshine'?"
The laughter sounded, not loud, but everyone present couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, because the low, strange rhythmic sound seemed to be in their ears, no, whispering in their hearts.
Secretly covering the most fragile areas: "For me, there is no way out, you are actually... so many minds with open doors, I can see clearly every move... Then, Mr. Banon
, Lord Fes, how do you plan to redeem me?"
Following this sound, the indistinguishable energy tentacles, a silent force field woven by the spiritual braid of the psychic warlock.
A seriously injured paladin let out a wail, and his whole body suddenly flew up! He was hung in the air! His voice suddenly interrupted, his eyes protruded, his mouth half open, twitching and struggling like a fish leaving the water, and his hands were also
He grabbed his neck, as if he wanted to break something apart, but more power immediately wrapped around him, his head, neck, limbs, and that little pitiful force was not enough to get him out of the invisible demon hand of the throat.
As the young man waved his finger slightly, the huge force was flipped up and threw it towards his companion!
Or in the cuffs of the black robe, this was just a gentle wave, but on the person controlled by energy, it was at least as strong as the force brought by a catapult! Just a wave, this human was like a stone,
It hit another one like a hammer and flew out from afar! The sound of cracked bones on my former companion and screams rang out together.
"you!"
The male celestial creature let out a roar of shock and anger, and a pair of light wings burst out behind him, turning him into a afterimage, a stream of light thorns straight towards the black shadow.
Go past!
"Banon, stop! He..."
The woman's voice sounded, but it was actually a long time after the light flashed...
Except for the incredible speed, this charge was not fancy, even rough. However, in the eyes of those who could see the sword clearly, at this moment, the surrounding space produced a wonderful twist, as if
The brilliant blade actually drove the world and everything around him to move together, as if he was impacting the black figure!
The end of the sound was buried in a terrible loud noise.
The terrible fire swelled, burned, and radiated into orange-red fireballs. The thundering sounds crushed everything into powder, and the hard ground swayed like water marks. The space in that area was like a canvas, raised, sunken, exploded,
Rolling, two invisible hands grabbed and tore it hard, giving people an inexplicable sense of twist.
It makes people feel heart-pounding!
The storm that rolled up a strange smell was like a knife and a sword, making everyone turn their eyes away.
"Keep calm. Impulse is the devil, your biggest enemy..."
The sneer sounded at the same time as the explosion sounded, but it would not be obscured by any sound: "So, who is the next one?"
The red light of the sunset crosses the complex buildings on the ground and passes through the dilapidated streets and alleys. The dark red shadows spread around everyone, but no one can feel the warmth - invisibly cold
Grasp everyone's heart. Fear is like a shadow covering everyone's heads. It does not have to speak, but also strangle everyone's throat. The originally noisy battlefield was so quiet that it could be heard in an instant. Everyone
When searching, everyone was searching around with their eyes dyed with blood red:
Since the explosion is not an enemy, then, where is the real enemy?
No one can find the answer.
If they raised their heads a little, if their eyes were a little more flexible than the falcon, or they could notice that, not far away... on the second floor of a half-collapsed shed, a pair of eyes were staring at it.
At them, this gaze swept across every existence in the venue and finally stayed on a figure in a robe.
The caster is skillfully reaching his hand into the pocket of the spell material, revealing a little crystal luster. It seems that he is going to cast a detecting spell.
Unfortunately, this spell that had not been cast yet made him never notice, and there were silver eyes flashing behind him.
Manipulate the limbs.
The first sound of the mantra chanting made by the opponent opened his mouth was deformed because one hand reached into his mouth without hesitation, and grabbed it hard and grabbed it!
The mage was still struggling to death. He reached out to try to pull the wand tied to his waist. He had to say that this was a good idea, but this reflexive reaction did not change as he pleased - his fingers pulled open his robe.
He reached into his underwear, grabbed the thing in his crotch, and started to do up and down pile driving at a speed that exceeded the Ferrari engine. Not only that, his feet were not
He stopped moving, ran, jumped up, and spread his body in the air, and sat down hard towards the ground with his butt...
Edward looked away and did not look at the guy landing on the spot. The stump that was just protruding from the ground was broken by a foot long fist. He also ignored the slightest part of the egg-shattered chrysanthemum behind him, which made people tooth
Screams and sounds of sour bone pain.
This level 4 psychic energy is fatal to a mage who must sing spells or use gestures to cast spells... This level 4 psychic energy in this transformation system does not need to contact the prey's spirit at all, and directly controls its body
action--
The manifestation of the psychic power is different from casting, and the speed is almost equal to nothing. The accelerated time sense and constant arcane vision make the structural identification of most spells flowing in no way difficult, even the first-class ** master
As long as you are still using ordinary forms of spell casting, you should pay attention to spelling and even use materials. However, Edward can easily call the tentacles of mental power to shape natural energy into various incredible superpowers.
And, not one.
The body of the spiritual sucking monster stirred up between his neck, slowly waving with the surging blood, and also weaving slender and invisible tentacles, but woven into completely different spiritual abilities.
Just as several enemies were panickedly preparing to help their partner, a large piece of silver slime was also formed in the space.
The star-like brilliance flashed in the gradually dark dusk, which was particularly dazzling, and the smooth and greasy ground was also a heavy armored nemesis. Even the knight who rushed forward could not help but get hit. Even if he suddenly stopped, he still
After sliding forward a few feet, he almost fell uncontrollably. The somewhat angry knight snorted and stopped his attack. He could not use his eyes and ears to track the opponent's position, and could only rely on experience to prevent sneak attacks that the opponent might encounter at any time.
However, the viscous and greasy on the ground turned into a large piece of flame in the next moment, and the burning flames wrapped several people in the blink of an eye!
Manipulate flames.
The sea of fire surged and then went out - under this terrible deterrence, the female heavenly people had to take action, and she waved her hand without even praying, a strong wind rolled up thick sand and soil, surrounding and distant places
The violent flames mixed with sulfur blow away and smooth it out!
Her companions are gradually recovering.
For the Paladin's recovery, the damage of flash is nothing, and it can be restored to normal in just two or three breaths. However, for the psychic warlock, this is enough.
Or, it is enough for his arrangement!
Take action.
He commanded in his heart.
So, a fluorescent light cuts the passage of space and pulls out a dazzling light and shadow!
The luster brought by this figure is not as magnificent as the apostles of the Star Realm before, but it has another silent and sharp and vicious feeling! It is like a storm, a needle in the flames and smoke.
And it is only an absolutely deadly needle, the blue light on it is the shadow of death.
Too close. When the beautiful creature in heaven turned his head, the black shadow had already come to her! Too close, when the luster of divine power burst out from her body, the long sword had already rushed straight towards her.
Her neck was too close. Her surprise only drove her eyebrows and the long sword that had already passed through her neck.
Blood is flying.
The creatures in the heavens screamed... How similar is this scene like the previous experience?
She retreated in fear, covered her wounds, and used surging positive energy to supplement the missing skin, but the terrible coldness on the sword prevented the effect of the regeneration technique... for at least a few seconds,
So she finally discovered it in horror.
That terrible opponent, shrouded in the black burqa, was not far from her, in the semi-collapsed building!
No, that opponent is not scary, but what is scary is that the thing in the opponent's hand is a silver, covered with metal patterns, symbols and seals, an ancient metal bottle. "Catch the demon..." a secret passage
The runes were muttered and she screamed in surprise, trying to force herself not to listen...
However, no one could stop the voice that sounded in his heart.
Whoosh!
The beautiful figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.
Edward sighed as he stuffed the bronze jar into the mouth of the bottle.
All this was just a matter of a few breaths. When the black robe slowly walked out of the hiding building, the two huge priests and the remaining paladins around them, they were nothing but
They just turned back, and then... they all hesitated to retreat.
"What are you doing?"
When the tall man walked out of the rolling smoke, the miserable situation in front of him made him angrily rebuke. The response to him was the same innocent eyes of several paladins.
Too fast.
In just a few blinks, he had already used several incredible abilities. They had just realized that the most reliable companions had been destroyed, especially the experience of the mage,
It made them both men have psychological shadows, which was not ordinary fear, but the fear that made people have to tighten their thighs.
Even that arrogant and powerful figure disappeared into inexplicable circumstances and invisible.
"It is worthy of being that evil creature, the power that gives you. But you will not be proud of it for too long!"
The apostle of the Astral Realm put the warhammer across his chest, and the angry flames rose in his golden eyes. The creatures in the heavens should not be afraid. They are born as a collection of positive energy, flying in the light of the gods, fearless...
But this opponent made him feel unprecedented oppression and had to take the most cautious actions.
And Edward's body was trembling slightly.
He is not afraid.
On the contrary, he was excited and inexplicably excited.
This is power.
The power he pursues.
Although he ignored it, it was the kind of feeling he dreamed of, the power of the showman.
When everyone is at the beginning, the caster is vulnerable to the warriors. Just pay attention to the attack methods they may use. A skilled warrior can kill the caster's deadly casting gaps, and can even
It is easy to create their weaknesses, environment, psychology, number of people...a large number of problems can create their advantages and the disadvantages of the caster.
However, as the power level continues to change, the gap will gradually become smaller and eventually turn around. As long as you are willing, there are countless ways for a high-level spell caster to deal with a high-level warrior.
...
Countless thoughts were floating in my mind, but Edward's body was as straight as a gun.
At this moment, the psychic warrior seemed to have a clear feeling. He felt that he was divided into two - a self that was about to face the enemy, and a self that was thinking about all this calmly. The two self did not interfere with each other, forming a dynamic balance.
.
This is his battlefield, the battlefield that belongs directly to the soul.
Every detail and every dust are under his control.
"Then, the next question is..."
He whispered, putting the small metal bottle into his cuffs, and raising his eyes at the same time, passing over the heavenly creatures in front of him, landing in the distance, gradually rising in the noise.
There, a group of tall city walls circled the largest, tallest and most gorgeous building groups in the entire Illyria. Countless towers towering into the clouds, like sharp swords piercing into the sky, absorbing light into their bodies
.(To be continued...)
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