Sealers are a very rare profession. Their abilities do not rely on inheritance. They are natural awakenings after training. Because they can isolate the natural induction of humans within a certain range, they are magicians, priests, astrologers and other all those who rely on magical elements or The mortal enemy of other professions that fight against natural forces. Of course, professions such as warriors, mind warlocks, and power releasers gain power by relying on the energy of their own life pools. They will not be restrained by seal masters.
Jonah kept retreating in panic, searching in vain for the missing star line. Asai stood in front of him, waving the red dagger again and again to block the flying blade attacks. The person in front of him couldn't figure out the details, and he didn't know what it was. The only thing left to rely on was whether the Easterners were strong or weak. "Relax. Relax." The third-level astrologer roared to himself in his heart and quickly thought of other ways to fight.
"Retreat into the anvil of white steel." He shouted loudly. In the fifty-yard space created by the barrier master, there was no other living thing except the life forms that the caster was willing to accept. Even the oil palms on both sides of the street existed. The trees have disappeared. However, the lifeless buildings remain unchanged. The two men slowly moved back to back towards the weapon shop. In addition to the three steam frisbee players, more enemies were stepping into the barrier from the gray-white void. Five spearmen, three swordsmen, two archers, and one hoplite. The encirclement is gradually shrinking.
"No." Jonah suddenly realized. "The barrier is a circle. The second half of the White Steel Anvil is outside the range of the barrier. There may also be enemies there."
"Exactly. Brother Jonah." The Easterner gasped and glanced at him with admiration. Before the battle officially started, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. It was obvious that he was very weak. "Qiang." Red The blade blocked a rapidly rotating cutterhead. The powerful impact of the steam gun knocked him back a step. Asai grinned and flicked his wrist: "I have to come at this time. Isn't it better to delay it for two days? Really? ...Protecting others is not my specialty..."
"What should we do? Asai." The third-level astrologer held the staff Xiela Pina. He stared at the enemy approaching step by step. The spearmen and swordsmen slowly advanced under the cover of the heavy infantry. The archers stood at the junction. The edge of the border was filled with long bows. The poison-quenched sword tip shone green and cold in the sun.
The Oriental's face darkened: "If you can buy five seconds, I can think of a way."
"Five seconds...I know." Yona nodded vigorously. After being deprived of star energy, the only attack method he could use was the spell "White Night Glimmer" attached to the Mark of the Gods. In the Spine of the Houworm I don’t know whether the sacred spells that have miraculous effects on the Yagu undead can cause damage to the enemy. Jonah gritted his teeth and raised his staff high to activate the fourth-level sacred magic.
The mental power spiraled up along the handle of the staff, triggering the restriction on the top of the artifact. It automatically absorbed the magic elements in the space, and the ancient magic circle that was fully charged every 48 hours erupted with powerful energy fluctuations. "Now." Astrology The warlock shouted.
"Ding."
A white light spot lit up at the top of the staff. Then it shattered like an egg shell. The sacred spell turned into a ripple and spread rapidly with the caster as the center. It blew across the earth like a breeze and broke out at the edge of the barrier. There was a burst of crackling energy turbulence. The ripples did not cause any visible damage to the enemy. But the soldiers' footsteps stopped. The heavy infantry's black armor was frozen in a strange posture. The swordsman's eyes showed hollow confusion.
"Thank you, Brother Jonah." Asai left a thank you and disappeared into a breeze. "White Night Glimmer" is indeed not an offensive spell. In addition to purifying the undead, it can only cause short-term damage to human souls. Shock. Destroy the opponent's thinking. Cause a state of confusion for a few seconds.
This seemed to be enough for the Easterners. Yona opened his mouth wide. He watched the red blade light up again and again. For some reason, Asai's figure completely blended into the background color. Every time he appeared behind the enemy, he cut it with the dagger. When the enemy cuts into his throat, he can only see the bright red blade and the spurting blood. It is as if his body does not exist. There is only a short blade in the air that cuts through the space with unparalleled speed.
A gust of breeze blew up the hem of Jonah's clothes. The Easterner returned to his side. Half-kneeling on the ground, he panted violently. The short battle exhausted all his strength. "It's not...not enough...huhu. It's too much." It's early..." Asai raised his head. His eyes, which were always smiling, revealed murderous intent as cold and sharp as needle tips.
"Poof..." Blood spurts spurted out from the throats of three steam frisbee players, archers and a swordsman. They fell heavily to the ground. The dagger accurately cut open the aorta, allowing the heart to violently pump the hot blood from the small wound. The remaining enemies regained consciousness and did not show any mercy to their fallen comrades. They continued to approach under the cover of heavy infantry.
The weak Easterner inserted the red dagger into his belt and placed his right hand on the hilt of the "Taotie". Jonah raised his staff and shouted: "Stooges of the Red Owl Brotherhood, come on. I won't be afraid. "
Asai coughed and smiled bitterly: "Don't be so harsh. Your legs are shaking. Call out the magic elf lady in your bag. She can help."
Only then did the third-level astrologer remember his powerful symbiont. He quickly opened his deerskin bag and found David Hengel's magic glass jar among a pile of debris. He twisted it lightly and the seal opened. A green flash appeared. Light shot into the air. The moonlight elf hung in front of Yona. He put his hands on his hips and roared: "Why...call me out? Didn't you say that you need to sleep well for a few days to express your anger... etc." .What trouble have you caused again? Why is there no magic element here? It’s impossible.”
Xiaoguai turned around and saw this strange barrier space and the strangely silent enemy. The green-haired elf covered his forehead: "Oh my God. Signing a contract with you is really the worst decision in my life. It's better than breaking into the Brass Dragon." There are even more mistakes in the lair... Hey, braided boy, why do you look like this? These little bastards can push a person like you to this level."
"That's easy to say, Miss Magic Elf." The Easterner bared his teeth and said, "My recovery period has just begun. My strength has not yet returned to the level of a normal adult. Using the assassin's footwork will kill me. .Now the muscles in both legs are torn and strained.”
Xiao Guai glanced at the two weak men in silence. He sighed: "Is my feeling wrong? Or are the men in this world becoming less and less like men."
"Be careful." Yona exclaimed. A spear thrust into the air, almost cutting the moonlight elf's wings. Five spearmen formed a fighting team and rushed over. The attack range of the long-handled weapon was very wide. In an instant, Seal their retreat. The spear is a unique weapon of the Tocharian Empire. The 7-foot-long wooden handle is equipped with a half-moon blade on the top. There is also a steel spear tip on the top of the blade. It can both thrust and chop. It is a commonly used weapon by the army and mercenaries.
Xiaoguai climbed vertically to the top of the enemy's head. He roared angrily: "Any rotten sweet potato or stinky bird egg dares to touch me... touch my wings. If I don't give you some color, why don't you think of the ancient magic elf as a woman?" .”
"How old do you think she is? I guess 800 years old." Asai asked Jonah in a low voice, quite leisurely at this time.
The Moonlight Elf glanced down coldly: "I heard you. Braided man. I'll deal with you next time."
"Ahem." The Easterner looked away and coughed.
"Watch it." Xiao Guai said to the men on the ground. "Although it is impossible to use the free space magic elements, the real strong will not be restricted by the rules. This is the magic of space magic. That... Brother Jonah, take your right foot back."
"Ha." The third-level astrologer drew back his toes in confusion.
"Very good. This magic is called 'Spinning Sugar Cube'. It is a talent magic passed down by our family from the God of Ice and Snow, Sardi..." The Moonlight Elf closed its sapphire blue eyes, and its whole body began to emit a white magic light.
Asai impenitently leaned into Jonah's ear and whispered: "I think she made it up. It's impossible for the Lord God to use a childish name like 'Sugar Cube'..." Jonah looked up at the little boy with a cold sweat on his face. Be good. Don’t dare to talk to me.
Cold light flashed. Five swords and spears stabbed the two men from different angles. At the same time, a change occurred. The space ten feet away from where Jonah and Asai stood as the origin began to dislocate. Whether it was roads, buildings or The human body, steel, and even the sunlight in the air were divided into cubes of different sizes. The world became a weird wall composed of countless cubes. The moonlight elf smiled strangely and raised his hands. The cubes began to dislocate from each other, The rotation accelerated. The swordsman's head and body, the spearman's thighs and arms, and the hoplite's upper body and lower body were put into different cubes. But not a drop of blood came out from the cut.
The two men looked at the rapidly rotating small square with dazzled eyes. "That's it. It's awesome." Xiao Guai proudly landed on Yona's shoulder with his hands on his hips. "As long as no powerful magician interferes with the space structure, when the rotation stops, That's when they die. Unless every block is put back together exactly... it's impossible hahaha."
At this moment, an extremely powerful wave of magic came. "Boom." Amidst the earth-shattering sound, a burst of flames came out of thin air and directly broke through the cube wall of the rotating sugar cube, blowing this strange space to pieces. "What." The Moonlight Elf's body trembled. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "Using brute force. This is not fair."
The abnormal movement in the space disappeared. The soldiers' stumps fell to the ground with a crackle. Judging from the burnt black armor, they were simply killed by their own people. A figure covered in flames slowly walked into the barrier. As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the venue increased several degrees. The air was filled with a burnt smell, making it difficult to breathe.
"Blood of heretics..." The figure in the flames slowly grinned, revealing a twisted and uncertain smile.