Standing at the door of the infirmary, Zijing and Yue Zero took a deep breath in unison. Is there anyone behind the door like a passage in a ship's cabin, or is it that when the door is pushed open, a flood of magicians will pour out.
Thinking of the large number of magicians emerging, the two of them suddenly felt shuddering. In this world, magicians have too much power.
The royal family "Gnanado" is world-famous for slaying dragons. Their method of slaying dragons is to approach the dragon with their own agility and agility, and rely on the family's unique talent to deliver a fatal blow to the dragon.
However, this kind of talent requires too much time to learn and master, and not every royal bloodline can be born with this kind of grace from heaven. Every Gnanado warrior who has ever slayed a dragon admitted frankly, without exception,
In the process of slaying a dragon, in addition to the skills mastered through long-term fighting and training, you also have to rely on something more important - luck!
Magicians are different. Although magicians also have different strengths and weaknesses, every magician who can slay a dragon definitely does not rely on trickery skills. The dragon itself has a very strong resistance to magic, so magic
The battle between the master and the dragon is actually a direct collision between magic power and magic power. Whichever side is stronger will survive.
Faust is the magic instructor of the Sold Watch Group. Eighty percent of the magicians in the entire group became watchers because of his relationship. So if the door is crowded with magicians who master all kinds of magic, what will happen to the two of them?
It will be an arduous battle for humans. Let alone rescuing Phil Frye, under the intensive attack of many magics, it will be a problem to save one's life.
Zi Jing pulled out two daggers from her boots very slowly and gently, and nodded to Yue Ling at the same time. Yue Ling understood and imitated her and slowly pulled out the long sword. They didn't want the ambush behind the door to hear any sound.
But I was prepared, and as soon as I opened the door, I was hit by all kinds of magic.
Yue Ling held the long sword, weighed it in her hands, and was not satisfied. She had never used such a light weapon before, and it felt very uncomfortable. After hesitating for a moment, she pulled out another dagger. She always had two hands.
Holding the hilt of the sword, she still couldn't get used to fighting with one hand free.
Seeing that she was ready, Zijing nodded again, raised her legs and kicked towards the door.
There was a loud "bang", and the door of the infirmary did not open in response, but fell down. The moment the door fell to the ground, the two of them rushed in together. But as soon as they took two steps past the door frame, they immediately stopped.
Come down.
In front of them, more than a dozen mages formed a semicircle, separating them from the only hospital bed in the room. Through the gap between the mages, Zijin saw Phil Fry lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Faust and Angel.
Just stand next to the bed.
Yue Zero looked back warily. Fortunately, no more enemies poured in from outside the door. Observing the room again, he was shocked to find that Bai Jia and Zeng Jin wanted to assassinate her, but instead stabbed Chita's masked man.
The person was standing on the other side of the bed against the wall, with a relaxed posture as if he was watching a play.
The most annoying thing was that the masked man actually raised his hand and waved at her, as if to say hello to her. It was not difficult to distinguish this man from the other masked man. There was an obvious difference in their statures.
Suddenly, a faint pink mist spread out from the ground, rolling gently below everyone's waist. The space around them became empty at some point. There were no four walls, no roof, and there was no end in sight.
It was dark. A strange light was projected from nowhere, illuminating the area where everyone was sharing the bed.
Some dark red characters were looming where the roof and walls should have been, making Bauhinia feel very uncomfortable.
"Faust, what have you done?"
Facing Bauhinia's questioning, Faust showed a deep smile.
"It's really not easy to collect your blood." He said, "If you hadn't been seriously injured in the battle with the dark descendants a year ago, I wouldn't have had the chance to get your blood."
At this time, Angel looked at Bauhinia with a mocking smile on his face. Although he didn't understand what Faust meant, naturally she was the only one who could take his own blood when he was seriously injured.
"Don't even think about doing that." Faust shook his finger, "These magicians are all my elites, each mastering profound magic. If you move even a little bit, they will attack you mercilessly."
"What on earth did you do?" Zijing asked again. She wanted to induce Faust to talk and gain time to find out the flaws between these magicians. "Long Yu, remember Long Yu. Once the battle starts, it is our fault.
The only way to survive." She secretly clicked on the gryphon array, hoping that in this strange space, Yue Zero could hear what she was thinking. At the same time, she continued to ask Faust, "What is this?
Place? Are we still on board?"
"On the ship, or not." Faust said, "I will seal you with your blood. This is a seal, and the entire infirmary is a seal."
"Blood?" Zijin asked in shock, "You are crazy, you are using undead magic!"
"You stupid idiot who only knows how to rely on brute force." Faust shouted hysterically, "Who said that using blood must be undead magic? These classifications of magic are just human self-righteous actions. They must be.
If there is a type of magic that you can understand, it should be black magic!"
"You are talking nonsense." Zijin retorted, "Black magic borrows the power of dragons or dark demons. It is all destructive magic. This is not it at all."
"This is, of course it is." Faust responded excitedly, "Where do you think I learned this magic? From the Sixth Generation Sage. The one she hid was better than borrowing dragons and darkness.
The descendant demon is more powerful and has more power at will."
"How is this possible? Six generations of sages!" Zijing is not a magician, but as a twelve knights, she still knows a lot about the achievements of sages of all generations. She looked at Phil Fry worriedly, wanting to know who was lying there
Is the motionless brat on the bed still alive? "All the classics record that the black magic created by the six generations of sages borrowed the power of the two evil races..."
"No! No! No!" Faust snapped, "There is a third race, the gods! Have you never thought about it? Where did we come from and why did we appear in this powerful place?
The world of the race? Six generations of sages discovered the truth, although I only found some fragments of her handwriting recording these truths... The gods, the gods are our ancestors! We are flowing with the blood left by our ancestors, and it is recorded in the blood.
Carrying the memory of the powerful magic of our ancestors. This is the third type of black magic, blood magic..."
"You are crazy!" Zijing screamed, "How dare you blaspheme the gods! We are the citizens of the city protected by the gods. We admire the names of the gods, we look up to the bodies of the gods, and our hearts
I dare not have the slightest doubt."
"The Book of the Gods? Hahaha." Faust laughed wildly, "The Watchers of the Holy Law serve the names of the gods, but they live in temples dedicated to sages as gods. Isn't this the greatest irony?"