The drama has long since come to an end, but the atmosphere in the Grand Theater is even higher at the moment. No one cheered or applauded anymore, but the excitement and excitement in many people's hearts were only greater, and watching a ** master fight people on the stage was far more exciting than any drama.

Of course, this kind of good show is by no means for anyone to watch, and a gorgeously dressed and chubby-looking kind-eyed old man in the upstairs box waved his hand, and a small voice resounded throughout the audience: "Without sequencing and prop protection, all the little ones who can't use the protective arcane above the five rings will go out." ”

Most people still rushed towards the exit like a tide when they heard the words, and the nobles who could watch the drama here knew very well how terrifying the aftermath of the battle of a ** division would be. Although this is Oroyosta, there is also a ** division here, and it is unlikely that there will be a wide-area extremely destructive arcane like Yang Yanbang, but any law has the power to subvert the common sense of ordinary people, and it is easy to kill dozens of people with a wisp of leaking breath.

And the others who could stay here were as far away from the stage as possible, and all kinds of protective arcane techniques were formed one after another through the magic web, and then everyone stared at the Adler ** Master on the stage, and the sword of benevolence that was striding towards him.

"That's a man's eyes!Good, can you finally have the courage to fight me head-on?" The words shouted from the mouth of the Sword of Benevolence were still extremely arrogant, but in fact his actions were already extremely careful, and he did not even fly in the air, but rushed towards it step by step. The ground he stepped on cracked with the sound of rumbling footsteps.

Standing on the stage, Adler's ** master still had a strange smile on his face, and his state of mind was unexpectedly calm under this heavy pressure, which was the natural sublimation of people without a way out, and it was also the power that fed back from the deep level of the endless magic net that began to affect his mental state. Looking at the man who rushed towards him like a war elephant with heavy steps, he raised his hand and punched down.

There was a muffled bang, and the whole theater trembled, and the sword of benevolence that had just rushed to the edge of the stage was actually smashed into the ground by this blow, and the marble floor under his feet was completely shattered and dented into a large pit, and the lower half of his body was completely sunk into it.

"It's... How is that possible?" everyone watched in disbelief at the scene that appeared on the stage.

The Sword of Benevolence also looked at the enemy in front of him with his eyes wide open. With a wave of his hand just now, the ** master who looked polite suddenly turned into a huge monster with a height of more than three meters, two heads, extremely burly, and a light blue body full of flame-like tattoos.

"Infernal Two-Headed Ogre Wizard?" the few noble mages who could recognize the monster had already exclaimed. Even the two old men in the van who were unmoved, and seemed not afraid of being accidentally injured by the aftermath, also looked shocked. One of them was the chubby old man who had just made the others retreat, and after he was shocked and stunned, he smiled slightly, and actually clapped his hands lightly a few times.

"Incre's hillbillies, it's hard for them to make up for these illusions of full real projection, and they can also use them in actual combat. The other old man snorted coldly and nodded.

In fact, all the sources of 'falsehood' are real, and there is no kind of fiction that is not a projection of reality, even the picture imagined by the most crazy madman must be made up of the things and scenes he has experienced. The true meaning of the illusionary arcane is to 'construct the real', especially after entering the level of law, the 'authenticity' of the illusionary arcane begins to completely overwhelm the false, not only in the form of projection to present things and scenes in their entirety, but also their characteristics and some collateral effects. And when the laws induced through the magic net are deep enough, it can make this illusion 'absolutely real' to a certain extent, that is, to use the illusion of the magic net to construct a real creature. This is a far more powerful and efficient method than the projection of the monsters of the lower realms, and it will not be repelled by the law at all, as long as the strength and depth of the arcane equation are sufficient, it can even project and transform the existence of the elder dragon standing on the top of the creature.

This illusion had long been theoretically perfected during the Imperial Age, but it had little practical use. Each projection of an object needs to be engraved in detail with the arcane equation, and as the complexity and difficulty of the law of things also increases, the projection requires a considerable medium, and the maintenance of the arcane requires the arcanist himself as the core, which is very important for the ** of the Imperial Age. It is an extremely boring behavior for the teachers, there is absolutely no problem in the world that requires them to deign to transform into other creatures to solve, countless golems, higher levels are enough to change time and space, and even the arcane art of weaving the cause and effect of the world makes them simply put this kind of chicken ribs that is only theoretically established on the shelf.

But now in the hands of the post-imperial Inclave, this illusionary arcane has finally played its due role, and the true illusion of a two-headed ogre wizard from Purgatory is definitely enough to deal with many problems while fully protecting the arcanist himself. This is a monster contaminated with the blood of the laws of the lower realm, and it can be regarded as one of the most dangerous creatures on the entire continent, and it can hunt and kill the terrifying existence of the Earth Walking Dragon on the Incre Heights.

"Good fellow, you didn't disappoint me. The sword of benevolence that held the pumpkin-sized fist grinned, so close, he could completely feel the breath of life of the monster conjured by the arcane, the roughness and burning sensation from the skin was real, and even the disgusting body odor that emanated was clearly smelled, if it was not for his own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that this would be an illusion. And the power of this monster is far greater than that of this already huge body, and it is far better than him. Fortunately, this monster or Adler's ** master doesn't know any martial arts, this blow is just pure brute force, although he couldn't dodge it in surprise, and after holding it, he didn't suffer any injuries when he passed the force into the ground under his feet.

"Didn't anyone tell you that ugliness transformation is a prelude to inevitable failure?" The Sword of Benevolence grabbed the little finger on the fist, and although it was almost the thickness of a child's arm, and it had five knuckles, he easily found the key point on it, and a small grappling hand directly twisted the finger over.

But the ogre didn't react, as if it wasn't his own limb at all, and instead grabbed the hand that grabbed the Sword of Benevolence, and one of its heads opened its mouth, and a sour, dark red scorching breath shot out like a fountain.

The breath swept across the ground, the marble turned into magma at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the nearby wooden stage within a radius of twenty or thirty meters began to slowly decay and blacken, the stomach breath of the purgatory ogre was more terrifying than some elemental dragons, it was with the erosion of the laws of the lower realm, even if ordinary people smelled it from a hundred meters away, it could be fatal, and the protection of the low-ring arcane was useless.

I don't know when, a transparent barrier was formed on the periphery of the stage, apparently by one of the two old men, and the heat and sour smell were all kept inside, otherwise at least half of the people who stayed in the theater would be affected.

And the main target of this breath is the Sword of Benevolence, but it is not injured at all, the ogre's movements are fast, and the grasping ability of those giant hands is strong enough, but for him, this level of hand-to-hand combat is too childish, a loach unloaded to get rid of the ogre's giant claws, narrowly avoided the dangerous breath, and at this time has come to the back of the ogre.

"Two slashes from the rocks!" the sword of benevolence slashed hard at the neck of the ogre's spitting head, and the man's waist-thick neck made a muffled sound like a stone shattering, and immediately drooped limply.

However, this result made the Sword of Benevolence slightly startled, his blow was at least eighty percent of the strength, even the head of an elephant was easily cut off, originally wanted to cut off the two heads together, but the monster's muscles and bones were strong and tough like steel bars, and this neck was actually only broken.

The sword of benevolence reached out and grabbed the flesh on the ogre's back, and slashed at the other head with a wave of his hand. But suddenly a sense of restraint came from all over his body, and dozens of thick tentacles suddenly appeared from the air, directly binding all his body tightly. At the same time, the piece of flesh he grabbed became slippery, and the ogre easily broke free from his grasp, twisted and punched him.

"This kind of thing can only be used against beautiful girls!" In the midst of the loud shout, the tentacles on the Sword of Benevolence broke and disappeared. This kind of arcane magic mixed with force field has at least five rings or more, but it is not much stronger than a cotton rope for the sword of benevolence, and it is difficult for the non-regular arcane to maintain stability under the impact of the outer gang containing the law of life, and it is obviously impossible to restrain him by relying on this.

But the Sword of Benevolence is already very vigilant in his heart, although the monster transformed into this ** master is dangerous, but it is not too difficult for him to deal with, but if the ** master can also use arcane arts freely, it will be another matter entirely. He himself has also studied how to use arcane assistance in hand-to-hand combat, and knows that as long as the two are cleverly combined, they can definitely complement each other.

Sure enough, on the oncoming punch of the ogre, a thick and dazzling fire was circulating on it, and although those black tentacles just now only restrained him for about a blink of an eye, they also gave him no room to dodge, so he could only use his qi to block this blow.

In the dull sound of the explosion, a piece of fire wrapped in the figure of the Sword of Benevolence flew out, shattering a large part of the walls and pillars behind it, and the stage floor where the firelight swept was carbonized and burned, this explosion did not look violent, but all the power and heat energy were concentrated in one direction, and the fixed-point destructive power far exceeded that of ordinary four or five ring arcane.

The figure of the Sword of Benevolence that jumped out of the rubble pile was already a little embarrassed, most of his clothes were burned off, and his hair was scorched. Ordinary protective arcane is difficult to maintain on him for a long time, and when he runs the internal qi and outer gang, it will also interfere with the protective arcane, and the instantaneous arcane is actually very difficult for him, and he can only resist with strength at this time, but fortunately, the damage caused to him by this level of arcane is quite limited.

And the expression on his face became more and more solemn, because the two-headed ogre, who was still standing on the stage, reached out to help the head that had been cut off by him, and the drooping head immediately straightened again, and showed him a mocking smile, and then the huge figure disappeared in place, completely disappeared.

"That hillbilly is getting close to you, but he's very fast and moves in a weird way, so I can't say. This guy seems to have used arcane magic to increase nerve response on this transformed monster, which is not much of an improvement for people, but it is different for this kind of monster..."The strange reminder voice appeared again, but this time with a little helplessness. "He wants to maintain this true illusion with himself as the core, and it is impossible to use other law arcane arts, and he can still use other arcane arts under the six rings. If you can't disrupt and suspend this arcane from the level of the magic web, you can only defeat him as if you were killing a real monster like this, just with the life force of the purgatory ogre, plus the necromantic arcane of that hillbilly, it's a very difficult task......"

“... But your loyalty to the Arcane, your loyalty to the Revival, we've all seen it. And this hillbilly also fully shows his country temperament in Incre, even if you lose, you will not be ashamed. I don't think he would have dared to openly kill a member of the Revival in Oroyosta, probably...... Hee-hee-hee..."

The banter and playfulness in the voice became heavier and heavier, and the Sword of Benevolence also understood that these guys were just watching the show after all, and it was okay to make trouble in secret, but it was impossible to jump out to help, and the enemy in front of him could only deal with it by himself.

And that voice was right, it was a difficult task. In the few encounters just now, he also felt that the ogre of this arcane incarnation was extremely powerful, and his tenacity, vitality, strength and various talents were extremely amazing, far better than any opponent he had ever fought against, and coupled with the endless variety of arcane arts of the ** division, he was really difficult to deal with, not to mention that the chance of winning was not great, even if he wanted to escape, it was very difficult.

As for whether this ** master will kill himself, he is sure, not to mention that he clearly has many secrets that ** master is eager to know, even if it is the identity of this half-true and half-false member of the Arcane Revival Society, ** master will also have some concerns, and it may not be too difficult to get out by revealing some news by himself......

A burst of breath rushed from the front, the sword of benevolence was suddenly startled, a civet turned and moved to the side, and a dazzling electric light exploded in his position just now, accompanied by a muffled sound, and the ground was also blown into a dent, which was the blow of the invisible ogre.

It was still invisible, but it was already there, and the sword of benevolence slammed out with a slam palm, making a strange muffled sound like a giant drum being pounded underwater. The palm must have been firmly slapped on the ogre's abdomen. But at the same time, four or five indiscreet thin lines flashed in the air, and the Sword of Benevolence tilted its body, only dodging three or four of them, and two of them still skipped past him, and suddenly two extremely long gashes appeared on his body, slowly oozing blood.

The Sword of Benevolence snorted coldly, and the whole person didn't move, and these wounds, which were actually extremely deep into the flesh, immediately stopped the bleeding. As for the stealthy ogre ** master, he didn't mean to pursue, the palm just now used nine points of strength to fight the cow across the mountain, even if this monster's physique is extremely strong, it is not uncomfortable, and the internal organs are at least half rotten.

But as long as there is no one breath to destroy and defeat it, this monster that is still essentially an arcane projection can be recovered under the arcane of the ** division necromantic system, and with the vitality of this monster, it is almost impossible to defeat it with one blow in the current situation. Although the hidden arcane is not as good as the real concealment before, the sword of benevolence can still feel the slightest breath, but it is only the approximate direction and distance, and if you really want to take the initiative to attack, you can only show flaws in vain. Now the initiative seems to be completely in the hands of the ** master, who seems to be moving rapidly around, not only unpredictable and accurate location, but also preparing to use different arcane techniques and methods to test.

The Sword of Benevolence couldn't help but smile wryly. It seems that the strategy of challenging a ** division head-on this time is still a little reckless, and I thought that I could accumulate experience from this ** division who was not good at fighting, and study the means to deal with this kind of opponent, but now it seems that it has become a stake for others to slowly experiment with arcane and accumulate experience. He didn't know how many arcane arts a ** master could have, but it was definitely enough to slowly pile him up.

So what to do now? Do you immediately surrender and show weakness and use mouth artillery to solve the problem, or do you retreat strategically first......

The scene in front of him suddenly blurred, the sound in his ears, and the air flow on his skin suddenly became chaotic, this was actually the arcane of the mind system.

As soon as the Sword of Benevolence stared, everything he saw and heard in his eyes and ears immediately recovered, and a green sphere the size of a watermelon had flown in front of him and exploded, turning into a torrential rain, green liquid splashing everywhere in the sky, emitting a sour smell that seemed to be able to smoke millions of people.

"Get out!" A roar of rage, the sword of benevolence was full of energy, and all the acid splashed in his face was scattered in all directions, but he himself suddenly flew backwards as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, slamming into the pillar and sliding down, and two red blood actually flowed out of his nose.

He seemed to be a little stunned by the blow, wiped the blood from his nose, stayed for a second or two, and suddenly looked up and laughed.

"Well done, well played!" he said in a loud voice to the ogre ** master who didn't know where. The biggest weakness of a man is that he thinks too much, and it is precisely because I think too much that I am so weak. Well, now that you've brought me to my senses, I'll show you the true power of men as a thank you!"

With that, he put on a boxing stand and began to punch on his own.

ps: Alas, I want to exercise to lose weight, but I strained my muscles too much and caused gout, which is really unlucky, and my mood is depressed