A sudden condensation of iron elements turned into the shape of a huge blade, like a blade made of iron sand, the sand continued to flow, like a chainsaw, if it was cut, the muscles would be separated in an instant, and they would be quickly taken away from the flesh after wearing.

The protruding barb-like iron hooks on the sides made the knife look extremely vicious.

At some point, Sauron had already put a mask on his face, and the Calamity of Ghost Town, as it was rumored, did just that, manipulating the soul of the wearer, torturing its spirit, playing with its fate, and finally taking its own responsibility for its crimes after doing all the bad things.

As the story goes, wearing this mask will give you great power at the cost of your own life.

To be precise, it should be vitality.

"Hahaha! Let the actor help you kill this little brat! ”

The mask on his face twisted and laughed wildly, and Sauron only felt that the moment he put on the mask, the actor was like a sticky slime, wrapping his entire face, leaving no gaps, and its material, which usually looked quite hard, was so soft to the touch at the moment.

It's like a real human face.

The vitality in his body was quickly drained, which Sauron could clearly feel, but then there was more mana, as if exchanging life force for mana, and his body, which could not hold a lot of mana, seemed to explode at this moment.

He has lost the control of his body and completely surrendered this body to the performer.

This was the playmaker's proposal, and it was the only feasible way at the moment, with his weak body, he could not defeat the young magician in front of him.

"Hey, you're not going to kill me, are you?" Sauron questioned the other in his head.

"You're my buddy now! How could I kill you, hold me on, it will be over soon. ”

The performer laughed sharply in its distinctive high-pitched voice, and then waved the large iron blade in his hand.

"Eh, hahaha——!"

A huge iron knife strikes.

Bai Xinnian moved, and a light shield appeared out of thin air and stopped at his side.

What's going on with this guy? As soon as he put on the mask, it was as if he was a different person, who was he talking to? Does he still retain a sense of self? Is this person the original one, or is it ...... The mask?

There was no time to think, and with a crisp cracking sound, the shield shattered.

"How is that possible! ...... with physical attacks"

At the last moment, he used the shards of brilliance to stand at his side, blocking the powerful iron blade, and then was swept into the rock wall of the cavern, and the rock behind him shattered, and he was like a small animal smashed into a sand pit.

The unimaginable pressure pressed on his chest, causing his already weak body to suffer a heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood vomited from his mouth.

On the other side, the iron blade in Sauron's hand was deformed.

The blades disperse into scattered fine sand and press against the rock wall, sealing the white embedded in the rock wall.

"Iron funeral!"

Rumble!

There was a dull loud bang, like the muffled thunder that exploded in the clouds before a thunderstorm.

Bai who was buried in the rock formation felt an incomparable force, without any protection, and it was nothing more than being stepped on by an elephant, and his shattered shield of light seemed so powerless in the face of such an attack, like a shining decoration.

By this time he had understood.

The other party is no longer the giver.

The magic power of the giver is very rare, and their body cannot hold a lot of magic power, so the giver will not be a mage, but there are always exceptions, as rumored to be, if the giver can become a mage, as long as he has this most basic qualification, he can become a top powerhouse without too much outstanding spell talent.

At least at least, the Grand Magus!

The person in front of him, he is not simply using the power of gift, he is now an outlier among the gifters!

Is that the reason for that mask...... Damn, Bai's consciousness was a little blurred, and the second impact made him completely lose his ability to think, and he could only feel his body accept this next impact, the rhythm that went straight to the bone marrow.

My bones must have been shattered, that was his only thought.

Outside, Sauron suddenly fell to his knees, and the mask automatically fell off his face, revealing a face that was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Kill...... Killed? ”

Sauron's voice sounded like a red-hot coal in his throat.

"No, but it's okay for the time being, you're so weak, as long as you hold on for a few more seconds, this kid will die!" The playwright complained.

Sauron looked at the rock wall sealed with iron sand, picked up the actor, and staggered towards Sivir's cell, he didn't have a right arm, because it was a waste of physical strength to build his right hand at the moment.

"Opportunity ......"

"This ...... It's "

"The only chance!"

Sauron leaned against the wall and muttered forward, and behind him came the sound of chaotic footsteps, the jailer.

The only thought in his mind at the moment was that the guards would not dare to approach him for fear of him, so that he could get Sivir out......

"Hey! Afra, what are you looking at? ”

Felik looked at the cup full of tea in front of him, and his face was displeased.

Afra stood with a teapot and pouted, her free hand restlessly hooking the bandages of her small leather armor.

Felik sensed the displeasure of the little guy in front of him.

"What? Do you have something on your mind? ”

"Captain, I feel like I'm getting stronger~~" Afra's eyes sparkled, full of anticipation: "Really." ”

Hearing her say this, Felik thought about it carefully, indeed, Afra has become stronger, and even Morte can't be elementalized, Afra has comprehended it on his own, I have to say that Afra is really a genius, if he grows up, the future is limitless.

With gorgeous string skills and sassy and swift skills, coupled with an elemental body and a great potential appearance, Felik feels that Afra will definitely become a sought-after figure in the future.

"Yes, indeed, it is necessary to make some arrangements for you." Felik said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Afra jumped slightly, which was not obvious, but she was obviously very happy.

Finally it came in handy, I'm no longer the mascot of the group, and Afra has grown up! She thought to herself.

"Are you ready?" Felik said solemnly.

Afra's expression was serious, and his face was solemn: "Of course, Commander...... Please enjoy using me! ”

Felik glanced at the other party, her expectant eyes staring straight at her, her fingers twisted in her chest with tension, her legs rubbing against each other, she seemed to be expecting something.

But soon Felik removed the cloudy thoughts from his head, and Afra's actions were all natural.

She seems to have a special attraction in her innocence, and her every move is so cute.

"Tut-tut! Afra, how do I say hello? ”

Felik frowned: "It's like you, I'm worried, come to my bedroom, I'm going to teach you some secrets that adults know." ”

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the bedroom, Afra was stunned for a moment, although she didn't understand why she couldn't be here for the assignment, but she didn't hesitate, followed Felik closely, followed upstairs, turned into the bedroom, and gently closed the door......

It was another sunny and windy day.

On the fields, Afra sweats like a trainer, and on the vast meadows, she shuttles back and forth like a gale, and now she trains in battle, and her opponent is her former teacher, Moult.

But now it's not a teacher, it's an opponent.

In this regard, Moult is also quite helpless.

"Damn, running around, like a flea."

In terms of power, it is natural that his own flame power is relatively large, and in terms of experience and skill, Afra is also slightly worse than him, but Afra's elementalization is so disgusting that he can't hit it at all.

The flames in the palms of his hands were bubbling and bubbling, as if they were going to explode at any moment.

His eyes kept moving, following the fast-moving figure, and at any moment he would shoot out the flames in his hands.

The red hair rose and fell slightly, and the muscles in his body were tense and tight.

"Damn girl!"

Morte's fiery temper could not be stopped, he roared, jumped high, and fell in one direction with his fist, the crimson flames mixed with the heat wave, burning the whole grass to a charred black appearance and cracking.

There was a gurgling sound in the air, and Moult's ears twitched.

It's the sound of a tightrope breaking through the air.

He didn't even turn around, and a layer of blazing flames erupted from the skin behind him, melting the cut wire.

Straightening up and turning, Moult looked behind him dissatisfied, sighed, and the flames on his body disappeared.

Afra also stopped, and her pretty face showed puzzlement.

"What's wrong? Don't fight? ”

"Hey, little ghost, why don't you attack it! Don't you have a dagger?! You should have known that the wire is useless to me, use that dagger to cut me! Obviously, I didn't hesitate before. ”

Afra wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a sigh.

"It turns out that I didn't fight because of this, it's really boring."

"Mistaken! I'm boring or you're boring! Is there any point in a fight without confrontation?! ”

Moult was furious, although it shouldn't be like this for a child, but after finding out Afra's character, he was a little afraid of this girl.

"Yesterday, the head of the regiment said that girls can't get too close to boys." Afra said as a matter of course.

It's Felik again, and a nameless fire ignited in Moult's heart, why is everyone in the harem group the head of the regiment all day long, either the head of the group said it, or what would it be like to be the head of the group.

No way! Can't let Felik live so comfortably, Moult thought to himself.

He calmed down and said as calmly as possible: "You listen to everything that Felik guy says, so you will be deceived." ”

Afra glanced at the other party, suddenly showed a charming smile, her little hand gently stroked the blonde hair on her forehead, winked at Moult, and asked, "Brother Molt, am I cute?" ”

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded: "Well, it's pretty cute." ”

In an instant, Afra's smile vanished, and the look in Morte's eyes was like looking at a pervert.

"Sure enough, Moult, you are also dangerous, the head of the regiment said, anyone who says that after I do that, I still say that people who are cute are absolutely perverted!"

Moult's face darkened, deep in his soul, something called conscience was crying out, he couldn't keep this girl by Felik's side anymore, Afra's mind had been distorted.

In that case, everyone will say cute, but it should be said that cute is the right answer!

"I see."

Felik's guy definitely planned to keep Afra from associating with other boys, and the motives behind it were obvious, the real pervert was Felik!

"Afra, now I'm going to tell you very seriously that you are wrong, and in this case, it is right to answer cute! Felik is lying to you. Morte said with a serious face: "If you don't believe it, we can ask the president." ”

Afra jumped on the rock, crouched down, looked at Moult indifferently, and shook her head in disappointment.

"Moult, look at you, it's ugly."

Afra's expression hit Moult's heart, and that expression was exactly the same as Felik's!

Oops, although cunning, Afra is so cute, but she is going to be spoiled by Felik, what should I do?

"Jealousy makes your face distort~~, you are jealous of my cuteness!!" Afra grazed her ears with her little finger and gloated, her eyes scornful.

Smack.

Moult sat down on the grass.

It's over, this girl is hopeless, and she has completely become a young girl's version of Felik.

"Hey, I saw through it, so I can't stand the blow? It's okay, I won't care, that's all for today's sparring, you have a good rest, tomorrow I will treat you like usual. ”

Afra said as she jumped off the rock, and as she turned around, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned around again.

The sun was shining in front of her, and Moult behind her could not see her back.

"That's right, to tell you the real answer, the answer cute is correct. But the head of the regiment said that the real answer was ......"

Looking at the back of Afra leaving, Moult only felt the tip of his nose sour, and his heart was a little sad.

What the hell is that answer? Although it feels infinitely inconsistent, it is very correct when you think about it.

"Damn, Felik, you bastard!" Moult slammed his fist to the ground unwillingly: "How did you come up with this answer." ”

As cute as my daughter, or as cute as my sister, these answers are correct.

……

A few months later.

Finally, the magic array is almost complete.

Standing in front of the group of thousands of demons, Felik smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, now it's finally time to start the crusade against the Council of Scepters, it's been too long."

Of course, during this time, they found several strongholds where the Council of Wands might be.

There's also Claudia's Blood Moon troops, which sneak up on it when it's dark and then take it down in one fell swoop, if not at all, of course.

The soldiers of the Demon Offering Regiment were wearing thin armor, such light armor that they could not even defend against a slash from a sharp sword, but this demonic armor made of Mithril was not used for combat at all, but for demons.

It helps the steady transportation of magic and allows soldiers to concentrate, I have to say that Belina is really a talent, and the devil knows how much magical knowledge she has inherited, and she can really make such a thing.

Looking at the big box at the front door, although I couldn't see the inside, Felik had already seen it a few days ago, it was a magic mechanism.