Edmund strode over, and Helway hurriedly turned sideways to give way, only to find that it had passed directly through her body......

Is this just a phantom?

Edmund smiled at the confused Helway and explained, "As you can see, this is just a mental illusion left by me, which will activate when this space is opened. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I've had little time since you opened this hidden room...... "Uncle sat down on the ground rashly." So, hurry up next. ”

There were too many questions to ask, but Buck turned his gaze to Isha and motioned for her to ask first.

"I am your descendant......" Isa's voice trembled and she was emotional, and she wanted to question why the Ancestor had left such a mess behind. You...... Do you know where the Federation is now? ”

Edmund frowned, his fingers tapping lightly on the ground, "The country I created?" At the time, I thought that I and the Sith could create a new era...... It's ridiculous to think about it now. ”

There was a hint of loneliness in his words at this point, and he avoided Isa's questioning and said, "Forget it, if this bothers you, just give up." ”

Isa's excitement turned into uncontrollable anger, and she felt that she had been deeply fooled, and she couldn't stop crying: "This is your answer? What about the faith and glory you held on to in the past? Those are the people who trust you......"

Edmund shrugged his shoulders, relaxed and unconcerned about Isa's heart-wrenching words. "Little girl, don't be angry, when you get to my state, you will find that these are not the most important things...... I have more important things to explain. ”

"If the kingdom falls, it's just a change of ruler, and I believe the Gothic Empire will treat them well. But what I'm really worried about is a beast locked up by the Federation, and he's at the top of the Academy's Mage Tower......"

"There's a beast at the top of the Academy Mage Tower?" Buck's face remained calm, but his heart was turbulent. Is there any other possibility? He was absolutely sure that Edmund was talking about his teacher: the Seven Deadly Sins of the Fat Cat.

"Maybe you don't believe ......," Edmund began to recall, "he was an extremely dangerous sorcerer. Before I died, I realized that he was the one who plotted against me...... I just hate that I couldn't cast an identity identification spell on him earlier? ”

"There's such a spell?" Helvi was knowledgeable about all types of spells and was interested in what Edmund was talking about. "Is it using the Spell Node Matrix?"

"Not bad." Edmund was surprised, this little girl had a deep understanding of spells. A mage has solid fundamentals, and he can become a powerful professional. And if on this basis, there can be some new insights and new ideas, he can become a legend. Many high-level spells are created by humans, such as the Sword of Demon Duncan and Tamson Transfiguration.

"This is based on discerning faction spells, but they are different, and they need to be rearranged like this......" Edmund, who was also a legendary mage, couldn't help but love talent, and instructed the little girl two more sentences.

Helway's frowning brow relaxed, "Is that so?" ”

Magic fluctuated in the space, and everyone present lit up one by one.

He is worthy of being a highly gifted mad mage, and with a few words of guidance, he imitated the prophecy spell that Edmund said with that reckless spell.

Buck was dumbfounded, and when Helvi talked about the prophecy spell, he already had a vague sense that something was wrong. was about to change the topic, but unexpectedly, she learned this spell in the blink of an eye and used it.

Buck's body immediately lit up with a blinding red glow, which was literally a testimony to Helway's spell that you didn't make a mistake, this is the true prophetic spell that can discern the sorcerer.

"You're a sorcerer?!" Edmund's smile was put away, the worst thing happened, he also told him to be careful of the sorcerer, but he didn't expect that there was a sorcerer hidden in this group.

"Listen to me......" Buck quickly turned his brain, this seemed to be a bend that could not be bypassed, it is estimated that even the dean Barend does not know the true identity of the fat cat, a sorcerer who harms Edmund can become the enemy of the whole country.

"This body can only play a point or two. But it's enough to deal with juniors like you. Edmund muttered to himself, confident in his tone. He picked up the Lionheart Sword, which was stuck in the ground, and it immediately emitted a crisp metallic sound, as if to welcome his use.

The situation has changed too quickly, and there is no reason why there is such an opponent. Fat cat, you've done a great job! To be able to mess with such a legend. Buck spent all this time with the fat cat, and he didn't think the teacher had a reason to do that. Because it is too annoying to plot against a king, with the lazy nature of a fat cat, it is not like his style.

The powerful coercion brought Buck back to his senses, and although the body was only an illusion, the sense of oppression never diminished.

Edmund's long sword vibrated slightly, and the sword burst out in the dance, which was a pious swordsmanship. Buck remembered the legend's alternate identity.

Just swordsmanship? Buck was never afraid of such a challenge, and the illusion could only rely on skill, and it just so happened that what he was best at was combat skill.

Buck used the "Rune Bite" to block the Lionheart Sword's slash, and the impact from the long sword did not exceed expectations, and it was indeed able to withstand it.

The long sword is wielded, and it is free. At this time, Edmund was not like a king who ruled the world, but more like a holy warrior who practiced ascetic swordsmanship, and the martial arts he used were the routine of the pious flow. This type of swordsmanship relies on a strong belief to bring out its own potential.

Buck saw the move, he knew where the swordsmanship of the pious flow was, and the defensive swordsmanship attack was weak, as long as it was consumed well, this illusion would not last long.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves, the power on the sword was even weaker. Buck knew his approach was working.

At this moment, Edmund said, "Swordsmanship: Waterfall." The sword flew down like a match, and the blade was everywhere, and Buck couldn't dodge. This is the military swordsmanship of the White Crow Stream. Neither speed nor attack can be compared to the Spirit Stream.

He had tried his best to dodge, but the direction of this sword was a whimsical idea, and under the continuous attack of the pious flow of swordsmanship, he suddenly used the sword move of the white crow stream. Still caught off guard.

The sword cut a deep blood mark on Buck's body, and with it, his pocket. Buck's expression relaxed, although he was injured, he saw that Edmund's body began to blur after using this move, and the energy of this body could not provide him with the martial arts to continue to use this power.

As his mind turned, there was a thud, and the sackcloth pocket cracked wide, and the crystal hourglass fell out one after another, spilling all over the ground......