Since Sepulano was able to save his life with the help of a pipe and a wooden stick, it is not difficult for people to accept that a truly top wizard was safe and sound under the talisman.
After all, these talismans were drawn by Zheng Qing himself, but they were contaminated with a trace of forbidden spells, which had a stronger destructive power to the rules than other talismans.
If the person who drew the talisman was Lao Yao or Mr. Wu, Zheng Qing believed that even if they did not need the blood talisman with the aura of the forbidden spell, they could wrap a talisman that could easily blow up the black wizard in front of them.
“Very, very amazing power.”
Watley's pale and narrow face left the three great wizards for the first time. He lowered his head and looked at the young wizard, the size of a grain of rice not far away. On its face, hundreds of red eyeballs were whirling and slowly turning, capturing every subtle move of the young wizard. Many of them narrowed their eyes, but many were wide open, with many different meanings such as looking, scrutiny, curiosity, malice, suspicion, etc.
Zheng Qing felt for the first time that the more eyes, the more fear and distortion it brought, at least the emotions that could be expressed through the eyes were richer.
“Very interesting young man.”
The black wizard laughed softly, and his eyes finally fell on the talisman gun in the hands of the young wizard. Hundreds of tentacles of different thicknesses rolled up under the jaw, making a harsh laughter like iron wire streaking on the glass: "Life, you will never think of what kind of surprise it will bring to you..."
"Obviously, this is because your brain is not big enough."
Professor Simon from Starry Sky Academy mocked him, and the huge ones were pulled from the bottom up from the red tail, slanted away, and fiercely collided with more than a dozen tentacles that quietly fell from the night sky.
Bang!
The light red magic power exploded together with the pitch-black magic power, rolling up a few circles of clearly visible magic ripples in the air, and then after a moment of delay, the frenzied hurricane landed on the ground along with the huge sound of the magic power impacting, blowing more than a dozen people and wolves that had just jumped away.
"A gratifying struggle."
Watre raised nearly a hundred arms and clapped hard, as if praising Professor Simon's actions in stopping the young wizard, but every time it clapped, a spell light shot out from the matching palm and hit the ground. For a moment, the spell fell like rain, and the entire battlefield was submerged under the violent attack of the black wizard.
Amid the chaotic explosions, screams, angry shouts and howls of the experimental subjects, Watre's slightly crazy voice seemed particularly clear: "...I don't know how many times you can struggle with such a struggle; I don't know how many talismans there are in your magazine..."
Bang!
Zheng Qing answered the black wizard's rampantness with another blood talisman.
Several more blood stars shattered in the gunfire.
Then there was the third, the fourth, the fifth... The young public-funded student knelt on one knee on the ground, carrying the talisman gun on his shoulder, and repeated the simple steps of "pulling the bolt", "pulling the trigger", and "filling the talisman bullet" expressionlessly, and made huge imaginations on Watre's forehead.
In the night, more and more blood stars were shattered, and the blood stars after the shattered were almost not recovered. In just a short time, a sudden blank appeared on the "starry sky" above the head, and the blood color that filled the entire battlefield seemed to fade a little.
Their heavy blows hit Watre a little confused. It took a long time until a blood talisman bullet was blocked by a certain tentacle hanging from its head that it came to its senses. The wrinkled old face finally showed a hint of shock and anger. The beard that looked like the antennae of the octopus under its jaw was rolled up, revealing a big mouth full of sharp teeth.
howl!
A sharp howl fell from the sky, like a violent hurricane, which made everyone breathless. The experimental subjects that were originally scattered in every corner of the battlefield seemed to receive some information. They left their opponents like crazy and rushed towards the corner where the Youshu Hunting Team was.
"Stop them!" Professor Simon shouted.
Ms. Margaret quickly flipped her white magic book, and white angels less than three feet tall flocked to the pages, carrying bows, arrows and short spears, trying their best to stop the experimenters from attacking.
Old man Qian Jiuzhou shook his wide gray robe sleeves and scattered a group of huge poisonous insects with bright colors, allowing them to waving huge pliers on the battlefield to release suffocating poison gas.
Thomas transformed into a giant eagle and entangled with those monsters with wide bat wings at a low altitude; Hilda pulled off almost all the copper nails and copper rings, and her face was covered in blood; there were also the captain of the Red Practice Hunting Team, the fortune teller of the Bai Ze Hunting Team, the hunter of the Iron Cross Hunting Team, etc., Zheng Qing, who knew or did not know, were familiar or unfamiliar, followed one by one, blocking the impact of those violent experimental subjects.
boom!
Boom! Boom!
The deafening collisions and explosions came one after another, as if in just a moment, the war reached its climax. Zheng Qing saw several human wolves climbing onto the blue giant and biting them randomly. He saw the blue quilt holding swords in both hands, like a gust of wind, and saw Xiao Xiao being slapped far away by a berserker.
He felt a little breathless, but the talisman gun in his hand was getting more and more stable.
The string of haha beads and the double-headed Minotao in the Merlin Medal had long been thrown into the battlefield by him, and even Maodou was summoned into the battlefield by him - except for a small green snake in the sea of consciousness that refused to move, Zheng Qing had done his best.
Bang!
Another blood talisman bullet left the muzzle.
Zheng Qing stared at the big hole that appeared on the black wizard's forehead, looked at the blood star that had disappeared from the night, tried hard to slow down his breathing, and reached into the gray cloth bag.
Then his eyes trembled slightly.
The hand that was poking into the gray cloth bag stretched deeper and even half of his arm was poked in. He threw out one wooden box after another.
Empty, empty, or empty.
The blood talisman bullets were used up.
This idea came clearly in his mind, trying to tell others, but he looked around and opened his mouth, but couldn't even say a word. Wherever he saw, everyone was trying their best, with him as the center, building a very thin but extremely tough line of defense, firmly blocking the experimental subjects that were coming like a tide.
"I need a talisman bullet!"
The young wizard said gritting his teeth in his mind.
The existence of the little green snake in his mind did save him from the pain of the power of the forbidden spell, but it also made him lose the ability to use the "loophole" to secretly borrow the power of the forbidden spell.
Just like last year, he could once express a talisman gun directly in reality through "visualization", but now he can't even condense a talisman bullet.