Raphael's punch was fierce, but ninety percent of the power was poured into the magic patterns on the surface of Flammel's skin. As the power stacked up layer by layer, those magic patterns finally broke and shattered, and with Flamel's magic power, they turned into powder and volatilized and dissipated. The old dean coughed lightly, and his face began to turn pale from the severe depletion of mana.

Seeing that the old dean had saved his life for the time being, Raphael carried him on his shoulders and turned to look at Whitney, who was still and motionless. The latter had at least three chances to attack Raphael just now, but his body remained motionless, and his eyes were only firmly fixed on the dark red hammer that was filled with a dangerous aura. Because this unremarkable weapon still exudes the grandeur of a supernatural giant, and Whitney is breathless.

"Demigod? No, Raphael can't be a demigod! But the pressure that the hammer puts on me can only be done by half a body! What the hell is going on? Is it really going to be a no-brainer today?"

Whitney's face remained unchanged, and her mind was full of doubts, and she had bad intentions. When she saw Raphael looking at her, she raised her head to meet him, just in time to see a flash of golden fire in his eyes.

"Helfes, it's you!" The three-nil girl recognized this heir of the craftsman who had disappeared for more than twenty years, and couldn't help but sigh that she was unlucky to run into such a powerful and difficult opponent.

"Do you recognize me?" hehe, I really didn't expect our charm to be the same as back then! But......" He raised his right hand, and a wave of heat suddenly gushed out from the surface of the dark red hammer. Whitney sensed that she immediately moved half a meter horizontally, trying her best to dodge the seemingly ordinary energy attack.

"You beat this old thing half to death, and nearly destroyed my shelter. I've got to give you some color to see before I can get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

"Not good!" Seeing that the energy on the crimson hammer was gathering more and more, Whitney felt a strong sense of crisis in her heart. She didn't dare and couldn't resist the attack of this hammer, so she quickly put away the Beamon Behemoth, which had been scarred by several branch heads, and once again blurred her body, and quickly retreated from the gap in the magic realm, disappearing without a trace in just a moment.

The rest of the intruders noticed what was happening in the air, and saw that the powerful maidens were all running away, and they could no longer raise the will to fight, and they were wiped out in a short time.

When he was completely unaware of Whitney's magic fluctuations, Raphael finally breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself at the unconscious old dean: "It's so dangerous, I finally scared her away! Old thing, it seems that your luck is good! My power of this hammer is limited." After the lockdown is lifted this time, there will be at most another hammer. But these two hammers are what I plan to keep to save that kid from Luo Ning! If that little girl hadn't been scared away, you'd have to suffer a little more today!"

Raphael was not involved in any of these things. He fell from the air to the ground and went straight into the priesthood, placing Flamel on the altar. Winnie had been busy until now, and when she saw that the old dean was in danger again in less than a day, she couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on......?" Huh?"

Winnie's expression changed, and she continued to release her magic sense, only to feel that the old dean's soul was fragile, and it would become fragmented with just a slight touch of her magic power. She hurriedly withdrew her magic power and instructed the student next to her, "Where's Wendy, go and call her over!"

When Raphael heard the name of "Wendy", his heart moved, "Wendy you are talking about, does he have an older brother who is also Morrowind?"

The old dean's soul was in danger, and Winnie naturally lost her temper: "What kind of garlic, isn't his brother your little apprentice? Put away your hammer, with such a strong breath, you are not afraid to wash away his soul?" Are you trying to kill him?"

"It's softer than yours, stinky old woman!" said Raphael, knowing that he was wrong, muttered to himself as he put away the hammer, but was glared at by Winnie again.

After a while, Jing Lie accompanied Wendy to the altar. Before she could see Flamell's figure, she exclaimed in surprise and couldn't help frowning.

"Wendy, what's wrong, old dean, is he seriously injured?"

Wendy sighed, "The physical injury is not a big deal, at best, there is a little bruise on the neck." Raphael raised his brow at the hearing, and looked away in a weak heart.

But his soul was devastated, like a pile of crumbs that had been forcibly twisted into a clump. This kind of trauma is so heavy that even I can't do anything about it! From now on, let alone using magic, I can spend the rest of my life like an ordinary person, and I am already favored by fate!"

Wendy's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to silence the great temple. Although Flamel does not show his skills on weekdays, he is one of only a dozen great mages on the continent after all, and he is a powerful existence above thousands of human beings. At this time, suddenly hearing Wendy's words, everyone inevitably felt sad and full of sighs.

Wendy went on to explain, "Soul Burning is a special magic that has been passed down since thousands of years ago. After thousands of years of evolution, its power is close to that of self-detonation, but the damage to the soul is also extremely serious. With my current skills, I can't do that to repair my soul. “

Raphael couldn't help but feel strange in his heart when he heard her say in an orderly manner: "This little girl speaks so well, like a middle-aged man in her forties and fifties! But Ronin has been praising his sister for her innocence and cuteness all day long, what is going on?"

He was wondering to himself, but saw Jing Lie suddenly pull Wendy excitedly: "You said that you can't do it with your current skills! That means that there will be hope after a while? You will definitely be able to cure the old dean, right?!"

"Jing Lie, you scared Wendy!" Winnie raised her hand and released a warm and powerful invisible energy, pulling Jing Lie away from Wendy, who looked panicked.

Wendy froze and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, most of the old dean's soul was burned, and the rest was in pieces. I, I'm not entirely sure!"

"Alas, poor old fellow!" said Raphael, "I wanted to go with him to the Monster Forest!

Seeing Jing Lie's dejected look, he couldn't bear it, and deliberately stepped forward and said, "Jing Lie boy, if it's inconvenient for the old dean, you can accompany me on a trip! I heard that there are still a few children trapped in the morning wind, let's go to the Warcraft Forest together to rescue them, and then kick the ass of those bastard blood mages and Daredevil assassins hard!

Raphael called Jing Lie several times in a row, but there was no response. Winnie knew that the boy had a deep relationship with the old dean, and that she must be extremely uncomfortable at this time, so she walked up to him and pushed him.

"Uh-huh, I see!" he replied with a whimsical expression, turning and walking out of the temple.

Raphael followed without a word, but was grabbed by the wrist from behind: "Wait!"

He turned around and met Wendy's two worried gazes: "You just said that there are still a few children trapped in the Warcraft Forest! If I'm not mistaken, Luo Ning went in before! The average student is not qualified to let you go, Mr. Raphael, tell me honestly: Is Luo Ning stupid again to let others come back first, but leave himself behind?"

”...... That's right!"

Raphael's eyebrows drooped, revealing a guilty expression, and wrinkles appeared on his face, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and he could no longer see Fang Cai's majestic appearance. The girl's firm and melancholy eyes were like two heavy iron rods, knocking into her heart at once. Raphael's mind was full of thoughts, and when it came to his lips, there was only a simple and straightforward promise: "But I promise you, I will definitely bring him back!"

(End of chapter)