It was a tall and stiff back, with shoulder-length silver-white hair, flying wildly under the storm caused by the energy cluster, and thorny vines were constantly pouring out of the purple spell robe, and the luxurious spell robe was already in tatters. The gloves on his hands had been removed at some point, and the storm had completely exposed the back of Sblaise's hands and arms to the air.

In Allen's eyes, under the skin exposed by Sbreth, in the veins, the red thorn vines squirmed wildly like insects, and the parts that pierced his skin waved wildly in the air. Although he couldn't see his expression, such a terrifying picture made Alan feel like his scalp was going to explode.

I saw Sblaise point forward with his right hand, and the thorns all over his body shot out towards the blue ball of energy!

These fiery vines seemed to stretch infinitely, going crazy forward, and some thorns even tore off their "partners" in mid-air. It's like having life and consciousness, scrambling to fight for "food", grabbing territory, whether it's cannibalism or not, staying and living is the most important thing! All the surviving thorns were entrenched in this energy ball, and the blue energy ball was firmly bound to it. Gradually, the blue energy ball, which was still huge just now, gradually began to change under the binding of this thorn, and finally began to become smaller.

"What's going on?"

Although Alan couldn't bear to look at it directly, he still couldn't understand.

"Look closely at the thorns."

Palka was still playing with the rose in his hand, and at this point, he pointed the rose in his hand to a vine not far away.

"Ahh

Alan saw that the red and blackened thorn vines were actually absorbing the blue energy ball, and the thorns on all the vines were like the tentacles of an octopus, and the small suction cups slowly absorbed the energy in the energy ball into the vines.

If you look closely, you can see that all the thorn vines that are still connected to Sbrace at this time are shining with a blue light, and the blue gradually enters Sbrace's skin along the vines, but Sbrace only frowns tightly, purses his lips, does not speak, and his face seems to be a little pale.

"Those energies are swallowed up by thorns, what about Sbreth? What will happen to him? ”

"The Thorn Gem is a gem cultivated by the demons of the Demon Race, and because of that 'accident', Sblaise has been tormented by these thorn vines since he was young. If I were to tell you, it would not be painful, and I think your highness, who saw this situation for the first time, would have felt a tingling sensation in your scalp. But after all these years, I think the 'Thorn of Thorns' has long been accustomed to such pain. These thorns are usually like blood vessels hidden in his body, relying on his mana to sustain life, and in the same way, Sbreth's life should be completely integrated with these thorns. If one day his mana is completely exhausted, then his life will come to an end. ”

Amidal looked at Sbrais, who was fighting in the distance, and seemed to hesitate. But soon his expression returned to normal,

"The arrow I shot is not an ordinary arrow, the arrow carries my mana, and His Highness should be able to see it not far away, that totem shows that the cultists of the Creation Sect should be the culprit of this attack, but, judging from the strength of the spell and the type of spell it cast, the other party should not be very strong. The mana beam he released was called 'Aurora', and although it was somewhat destructive, it took a considerable amount of time to chant and consumed a lot of mana. It should be an all-out blow. But the power I felt was less than one-thousandth of the arrow I fired, and the purpose of my shot was to completely cancel out the enemy's mana. The second reason is that since the Thorn Gem is refined by the demons, it is naturally unable to devour and refine dark magic, because that will make their 'dark magicians' gain outweigh the losses. Therefore, those thorn vines can indeed devour all foreign mana, but they cannot devour dark magic. And most of the mages of the Genesis Sect should know 'dark magic', and if it is hard connected or devoured, it will kill Sbrais. But if Sbreth plays his best fire spell to defend, or our ship is left with only planks. Therefore, the madman 'Xiao Si' actually used this trick at that time. Then, in the case of not being able to tell what kind of spell the person is using, the only way is for me to use my mana to purify the enemy's spell first, and by the way, let Sbreth's thorns be fed, so that in the next few days, 'Xiao Si' may be able to relax a little easier. ”

Ameidar affectionately called Sbreth's nickname, Si!

"I am truly in awe of Your Majesty's care and care for your friends. You're really good friends! It turns out that His Excellency Sbrath is also a man with such a rough fate. ”

Alan didn't deliberately ask why Sbrath would refine the forbidden objects of the royal capital, and what happened at that time. Instead, he turned his gaze to Sblaise, who was still putting on a "crazy show" in the distance, and he suddenly understood why Sbraith's temper was so short-tempered - people who are vulnerable, or people who hurt others, always use toughness to protect themselves. It's as if it's my childhood self, the forbidden area in my memory...

Just as Alan was lost in memory and was silent, Sbrath had already stepped on the thorny vines under his feet and returned to the deck.

"Amerdal, can you shoot that guy?"

Sbreth's voice seemed to be a little weak, and his pitch was not as rough as before.

"At this distance, the accuracy will be reduced, but it is possible to do it with your thorns."

Amerdal's voice was not playful, but consistently round, upright.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

Although the voice was rough again, Sbreth still did not hesitate to tear off a section of thorn on his body that was still wriggling wildly and put it on Amedar's hand. The rest of the thorns slowly withdrew from their bodies, and continued to hunch their backs, shuffling with heavy steps, dressed in tattered robes, ready to descend to the cabin. I just happened to bump into the coming Song of Solomon. Seeing this, the girl did not hesitate to untie her cloak, put it over Sbreth's body, and walked briskly back to the cabin with him.

Seeing the two leave, Alan looked at Amedar,

"What's next?"

"Your Highness Allen, can you borrow the sword in your hand?"

"Good!"

Alan readily agreed, handing the dragon-shaped hilt to Amedar. Just as his hand touched the hilt of the sword, a sentence came out of Amedar's mouth,

"Flame Demon Sword!"

Amedar's expression was slightly startled, but he quickly regained his composure, only to see Amedar use Mistetin's sword blade to cut a part of the thorn, and a red nerve-like vein in the center of the thorn was painfully twisted under the promotion of Misterine's residual divine power, Ameidal stabbed his arrow on the red nerve, and in an instant, the whole thorn turned from black and red to pure blue.