Dudley cleanly finished off his opponent with a devastating spell.

He wasn't surprised at all, only the "Static Witch" and another female caster were able to hinder him, but it was clear that something was wrong with them at the moment.

He didn't take the opportunity to attack them, and to be honest, he didn't mean to kill Andrea at all.

Although he is not recognized as a dark mage by the Magic Society, as a pure spellcaster, he still admires Andrea as a junior, and he also expects this rising star of all races to lead humanity to a new chapter in magic.

The infinite possibilities of this person are very likely to bring his long-stagnant research to a new level.

In addition, the power of every high-level spellcaster in the moment of death is unimaginable, and he doesn't want to die here. Anyway, his mission has been accomplished.

"Hey, aren't you going to help him?" The black-robed man next to him asked aloud.

Dudley glanced at the barbarian who was still fighting bloodily, and said in a gloomy tone: "Even if he dies here, what does it have to do with me?" ”

The black-robed man shook his head, but he didn't have any intention of making a move.

......

Undenied by any attack, the berserk Middles entwined with the angels, allowing the light to scorch his body, and similarly, his greatsword made the other party shed "golden blood" several times.

He must defeat this angel for the duration of the rage, and once the time of the rage is over, he will fall into a period of weakness, which will be dangerous.

But the Holy See's call angels "the most perfect creatures" is an exaggeration, but it is not unreasonable, Middles can't find any weaknesses in this seraphim, and it seems that the only way to defeat him is to crush him completely!

Middles' powerful muscles trembled, he didn't pay attention to the white wings that pierced his waist, the savage's naturally strong body and the acquired training gave him the confidence to resist the opponent's attack at this moment, and in the excitement of the rage, these injuries could have little effect on him, his movements were still fast and powerful, and he was merciless!

The greatsword sliced into the angel's body from the diagonal side, and just as Middles wanted to tear the other party directly with one blow, he found that no matter how much force he used, it was difficult to make any more inch.

At this time, he met the angel's gaze.

A chilling feeling arose, and the angel he saw ———— smile!

Although it was only a small arc, the berserk Middles could clearly sense the changes in the muscles on the enemy's face, and he didn't understand why, because the angel's expression was clearly ———— mockery!

The next second, a huge pain struck, and then a large amount of blood sprayed in front of his eyes.

Middles fell to the ground, and he endured it in agony, looking up at his opponent.

Just now, he was almost cut in half!

He didn't know how Seraphim had broken through his protective qi and then tore through his rocky muscles so easily, the white wings almost cutting his strong body off like a sharp blade cutting tofu.

There was some darkness in front of him, and then there was a blood red, the innate strong vitality of the barbarian race and the effect of the rage made him not die on the spot, but it was not much worse, this pain could not hide the past even if it was furious.

The angel's face still had mockery, but his image was not as perfect and heartwarming as when he first appeared, but it was a mess, and the holy light had dimmed a lot.

He had lost one of his wings, and there were many large and small wounds on his body, the most terrible of which had been caused by the barbarian's sharp sword slashing through his left shoulder, and even now the great sword still hung on his body, and the golden blood flowed down like a stream in front of Middles.

As far as the eye can see, the angel's body is fading, starting to disappear little by little, starting from the feet.

Middles finally understood, he had fallen into the trap set by Seraphim, maybe the angel wouldn't have died from such a wound that almost crossed his body, but he couldn't say.

Although he is the most tenacious race on the continent, after all, he has not stepped into the legend, and has not formed the legendary "God of War Body" like the king of the barbarians, he is still a mortal.

Eventually, the light completely dissipated into the stone chamber, and the angel vanished......

Only the blood of the land was left, and the barbarians who were almost cut in half.

"Help... I..."

Middles reached out and did his best to call for help from Dudley.

"Hmm." Dudley ignored the barbarian's pleas for help, he looked at Middles in amazement, and even blew a whistle.

"How pathetic, it's like... A reptile with a broken tail. Dudley said maliciously.

The black-robed man didn't say anything about this, just shook his head indifferently.

"How long is left?" He asked, looking back.

"Things are a bit unexpected to me, and the leyline spirit flower seems to be protecting itself."

"Damn it! It's not the same as we said before! As soon as Dudley heard that things had changed, he immediately quit doing it, and threw aside all the sorcerers' qualities.

"There's no need to rush, plans don't always keep up with changes." The black-robed man said, his eyes fixed on the black mage.

Dudley was obviously a little jealous of this black-robed man, and he was still scolding in his mouth, but he was not too reluctant.

"Let's get straight to the final step of planning." The person who had been studying the leyline spirit flower interjected at this time.

The black-robed man nodded in response, "Okay." ”

A deep dark power erupted from him, one unlike the dark arts, not even any system of power Dudley had ever seen.

The black mage smacked his lips and stepped back a few steps in fear, away from him some distance.

If it weren't for the limited strength, he would be happy to arrest this black-robed man for research, but it's a pity! He sighed silently in his heart.

Patterns similar to magic arrays appeared, but Dudley had never seen such complex and peculiar formations, and they didn't conform to the "pattern rules" of magic arrays at all.

To put it simply, a magic circle is made up of a variety of different things (candles, incense, herbs, magic oils, etc., and other items such as magic wands, magic swords, magic cups, and various amulets of all kinds, including magic patterns).

Whether it is an item or a "magic pattern", it needs to be commensurate with the caster's spirit traits and the characteristics of the summoned spirit, relying on the caster's pull on the "pattern rules" to form a binding force. Combined with the blood of a specific creature, it can be used both as an attack and as a weakening tool.

Even strictly speaking, the spell seal formed by gestures is actually a magic array, and the handprint is a miniature magic array, and the natural power is low. (You can see the spell mark put by Orochimaru)

By the way, this type of magic is mainly cast using the influence of established coordinates, and the stars at night have an important impact on the success of spellcasting, so this type of magic is mainly performed at night, through the power of the moonlight and stars. On thunderous nights, this type of magic often undergoes shocking changes, with the accident rate being the first to be released.

Back to the topic, the formation formed by the black-robed man pulling his own strength did not conform to the mainstream "pattern rules" of the mainland at all, and the black magician swore that he had never seen such a strange pattern in his life.

Dudley was watching with relish, he was curious about the effect of this formation, but the black-robed man suddenly retracted his strength and stopped continuing.

"That's the end of it?!" He was stunned.

"What? Do you have any other advice that you can't help? The black-robed man said strangely.

"This? This... What's changed, exactly? ”

The black-robed man tugged at the corners of his mouth, far from being a common problem of wizards, but he wasn't prepared to ignore the black magician's curiosity.

......

The city of Odin, on the surface.

Just now, the red magic circle that had been hanging in the sky for a long time without movement had undergone an astonishing change.

As if activated by someone, the light suddenly became much stronger, completely covering the sky of the royal city, and even illuminating the entire surface of the royal city extremely red.

"What's going on?!"

Countless people are panicking and watching.

"What do you think, Kathrot?" Jon III stood on the high platform, his face illuminated with a crimson color.

Kathrot pondered for a moment and said, "Presumably Lord Ruger, there has been a change on their side. ”

"Well, that's what I think too. The Romaniers also seem to be a little flustered. ”

"Romaniel is really stupid to seek skin with a tiger." Kathrot scolded.

By now, the more important ministers in the royal court knew that there was a group of mysterious people who were not simple and targeted the royal court, and Romaniel was just his accomplice.

After this matter was revealed, there was an uproar within the royal court, everyone originally thought that Romaniel was the main culprit behind the scenes, but now it seems that there are other people, and there is no information about this group of people, as if they appeared out of thin air.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed open, and Edward stumbled in.

"What's going on!?" Kathrot was a little surprised, and Jon III turned his head a little uncertainly.

"Father! Something is wrong! Our ranks have rebelled! ”

"What?!" Jon III and Kathrot were shocked when they heard the news, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

"Just now, I was inspecting the wounded barracks, and after a while, there was a sudden commotion, and my own soldiers ran over to report that there was a quarrel with a few soldiers, and I didn't care, but after a few minutes, almost everyone started killing each other like crazy!" Edward grieved to recount this cruel story.

For a long time, there was no sound.