Around Chekaf, the rest of the Truth Wizards, compared to Chekaf, are not much better.

Under the attack of the blue light, they were injured one after another, and the stronger the strength, the more mana in the magic source, and the more amazing the mana fluctuations, the more serious the injuries were suffered.

"Ahh

The screams of pain kept ringing out, and as far as the eye could see, it could be said that there was no worst, only worse.

The lucky wizard is almost in the same state of vomiting blood as Chekaev.

The unlucky wizard was accompanied by the shattering of the magic source, and the part of the body that he couldn't tell exploded with a "bang" - at least he opened a fist-sized blood hole in his body, and at worst he directly blew up half of his body.

The most unfortunate wizards are those who come to the aid and rise into the air from the far side of the square. They had a good idea and were ready to stop Richard from breaking through from the air. But when he was suddenly attacked by a blue light, it became a tragedy, and the spell that kept him floating failed, and he was seriously injured, and he fell down screaming before he had time to react.

"Ahh

With a broken and elongated voice, they hurriedly ended their lives, even full corpses and half corpses...... Not even a tenth of the corpses remained.

After all, although the height of their floating in the air is not very high, it is definitely not very low, and it is generally a few hundred meters, which is equivalent to suicide by jumping a hundred-story building on the earth. Looking at it with the eyes, the scene is like tomatoes falling one after another, which is miserable.

In short, it can be said that after the blue light was swept away, it took only a very short time to completely change the situation on the ground in Pompeii.

Originally, it was the extremely weak Richard alone, fighting against hundreds, thousands of elite wizards of the Truth Society.

And now, it's Richard battling a group of wailing wounds.

This is equivalent to adjusting the difficulty of a game from extremely difficult hell level to extremely easy novice level in an instant.

This is the power of the magic electromagnetic pulse produced by nuclear weapons.

Richard looked at the surrounding scene, and suddenly understood a little why those people from the Supreme Order God Society at the East Coast United Revenge Exchange Conference would first insidiously use the Demon Breaking Ball to severely damage the wizards attending the meeting, and then attack the siege.

Because this option that can directly reduce the difficulty is really a bit comfortable.

The previous speculation was not wrong, as long as it is used well, the magic electromagnetic pulse can exert a power that is not inferior to the nuclear weapon itself.

He liked the way the difficulty was lowered, but then again, the difficulty may have been lowered, but the game didn't end directly - you still need to beat the level yourself, you still need to do it yourself.

So let's do it.

Richard gasped again, slowly straightened up on the stone tower, and looked at Chekaf.

After spitting out nearly half a bucket of blood, Chekaf on the mine finally stabilized his physical state, pushed away the Truth Society wizards who fell all over his body, and commanded the rest of the wizards who were in better shape.

The quality of the wizards of the Order of Truth is extremely high, especially the members who come to Pompeii Town, none of them are ordinary. Although there was a great panic after being attacked by the blue light, under the command of Chekav, he slowly adjusted and reorganized the encirclement.

After doing this, Chekaf looked at Richard and asked in a hoarse voice, "You...... What the hell did you just do?"

"I just did a trivial little thing for my breakout. Richard said softly.

"Trivial?" Chkaft's tone turned cold, "whatever you want." Maybe you do have some amazing means that we don't know about, and can inflict heavy losses on all of us, but now that we've got thirty percent of the seriously injured and dead, we can still organize hundreds of wizards to stop you.

You know, you only have one person, one person! We are hundreds of times the number of yours, and even if we take turns fighting you, we can exhaust you to death. Besides, you have now exhausted almost all of your mana, you are in a weak state, and in a short period of time, it is impossible to recover quickly, and you are no better than our injured members. So, it's impossible for you to break through. ”

"Who said that?" said Richard chuckled, "who said my weak state could not recover quickly? Who said I was only one man?"

"Huh?" Chkaaf glared.

Richard didn't explain any more, but flipped his hand, and there was an extra black short staff in his hand—a short staff of energy storage obtained from the treasure of the Black Spirit King, and he held it hard, quickly absorbing free energy elements from it to replenish the magic source.

Then the other hand flipped over again, and a black suitcase appeared in his hand, placed it flat on the top of the stone building, opened it, and said to the inside: "Pandora, Mr. Afu, Master Anan, come out, it's time for you to play." ”

As soon as the words fell, many figures walked out.

The first was Pandora, dressed in purple clothes and wearing a purple suit, holding nearly three meters of tin wood in both hands, with an expression on her face that was eager to try, constantly looking at the wizards of the Order of Truth around her, as if she was picking the first target to attack.

He was followed by the old man of the Lich, dressed in a wide black robe, holding a giant black scythe with condensed energy, and his body was covered in black air, as if death was coming again.

Behind them were the old man's spell puppets, walking out in a line one by one, all of them were about the height of a person, and the fire in their eyes was rising, looking like they were not easy to mess with.

At the back, there is the eight-armed skeleton Anan.

Anan didn't look very imposing, and he dragged behind the last spell puppet, and those who didn't know thought he was a member of the army of old man lich puppets.

As soon as these figures appeared, they filled the entire top of the stone building, and the overall momentum was essentially improved compared with Richard's loneliness before.

Chekaf looked at it, his eyes shrank slightly, and he suddenly recalled his experience in the mines, and when he saw the familiar faces of Pandora and the old lich, he whispered in hindsight: "Well, well, I remember, you...... Not alone, indeed. ”

"Then you still insist now, is it impossible for me to break through?" Richard asked, looking at Chekaft.

Chekaf's eyes were gloomy, and he listened without replying.

Richard didn't wait any longer, and said, "Not sure? Well, let's prove it with facts." ”

"Smack!"

With a sound, Richard took out a mask from the space iron ring - the mask of the Black Spirit King was put on his face, and the last little energy left in the mask poured into his body, and the muscles of his body bulged slightly, and his momentum was vigorous.

"Click!"

With another sound, Richard took out a brand-new world-destroying glove from the spatial iron ring, and replaced the previous hand, with a sharp momentum.

"Brush!"

Richard raised his hand and said to Pandora, the old lich, and the eight-armed skeleton, "Let's get started, the goal is to get out of here, and if anyone stands in the way, then solve it all." ”

"No problem. Pandora said seriously.

"Good. The old lich nodded.

......The ghost fire of the eight-armed skull's eye socket rose and slowly dyed gold.

"Do it!"

With a wave of his hand, Richard took the lead and jumped down the stone building and began to attack, followed by Pandora.

Chekaf saw it, gritted his teeth, and shouted with all his strength: "Stop him!"

"Wow!"

Wizards from all over Pompeii who could still fight flocked to him, unleashing spells and frantically venting their destructive power in an attempt to stop Richard.

The earthquake, which had been triggered by the atomic bomb, was aggravated by this moment.

The earth was constantly shaking, and the battle reached a state of white-hot state at the beginning.

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