- Found it!

A flash of light flashed in Scott's eyes.

The gray path spread crookedly from the air for more than a thousand meters, reaching into the crowd watching from a distance.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. None of the people who were locked up by Scott reacted.

The next moment, gray-white flowers bloom from the ground.

It was like a huge mouth suddenly sticking out from the ground, and the sharp metal blade turned into teeth, directly devouring and crushing a middle-aged woman with a sad expression.

Red, Yellow, Green, White...... Her whole body was shredded by the blade of the knife pulled from the ground, and the fragments of flesh and internal organs slipped in all directions, and blood was squeezed out and sprayed everywhere.

The surrounding wizard apprentices couldn't dodge, and their bodies were suddenly drenched.

Immediately, they screamed and cried and retreated around. The bold wizard instantly launched a few simple sorcery to fight back, and the timid wizard was already on his knees, and even the strength to crawl had disappeared.

But none of the witchcraft caused Scott the slightest trouble. Not even they were able to get close to Scott's body.

Before approaching Scott, the threads of the laws that make up the witchcraft protruded, and then cracked open and disintegrated themselves.

During the whole process, Scott did not interfere at all. He didn't even look at the witchcraft.

This is the biggest gap between witchcraft and divine magic.

Without the trait of "Solid Law", "Instant Perception", or the talent of "Deep Perception", all witchcraft has no meaning for the strong who have awakened their origins.

The essence of witchcraft is to create a false perception of the wall of Aum by copying Aum's laws. The effects of a fragment of the law that already existed on the Wall of Aum were brought to the present world. At its core, it is a kind of science that causes the world to produce an imbalance in a certain direction, and then makes up for the excess. To give you an example, it's a slingshot.

The principle of origin influencing the outside world is similar to that of witchcraft. But the difference is that if witchcraft is a kind of science that makes Aum's laws bounce. Then the origin is the law of forcibly oppressing Aum by itself.

Origins are scarce. In the endless cycle of reincarnation, those who can glimpse Aum's law are a minority of the few. If someone in the previous life can awaken the origin, it will undoubtedly be beneficial to future generations. There are only a few beings like Roland and Marco who have no previous lives at all and have been created by the Sage, and for many more, the possibility of having an Awakening Origin speaks to their extraordinary.

In the vicinity of those who have awakened to their origins, their influence on the world is more or less present. This effect itself has changed the way Aum's Law judges and deals with the imbalance in the world. Continuing to follow the previous formula, the witchcraft unleashed will naturally collapse automatically.

In fact, wait a few more days until the next Sage falls. The world will continue to change dramatically. At that time, all wizards below the Golden Rank will lose their sorcery for a short time. Nearly half of the wizards in the Golden Tier have their spell casting level dropped to around the Bronze Level, and only wizards with the two characteristics of "Solid Law" and "Instant Perception" can cast spells normally.

In the original world line, this reason was also one of the reasons for the destruction of the White Tower.

Roland knew very well that if Anvilia couldn't solve this problem, even if he sent all the wizards out, he would still not be able to escape the pursuit of wizards by the priests in the early days of the plague revival.

The wizard's temperament is so easy to recognize. The kind of leisurely that resembles modern people and the unique old-fashionedness of scholars is an absolute outlier in this world.

While Roland was thinking, the middle-aged woman had been completely torn to shreds by Scott. And Cell's tentacles were still dancing in pain, struggling to get out of here.

Fortunately, Cell, who was not stupid enough to change back into human form. He still has a minimum of wisdom, and knows that if he loses his immortality, he will definitely be killed by Scott with a sword.

On the other side, the wizards who were originally around Scott. The accusations and angry scolding at Scott have stopped.

One of the reasons was that they finally got a good look at Scott's face. This mentor who teaches anti-assassination is no stranger to any of them.

It's just that they never knew that Scott's combat effectiveness was actually so strong.

And after calming down, they noticed the corpse of the middle-aged woman who was subconsciously surrounded by everyone and was very friendly at a glance. Only then did they notice the blood-stained black linen robes on the ground, which were completely different from the wizards' robes on their bodies.

…… I was actually touched here by the priests? Still unconsciously seduced?!

That's when they felt scared.

Meantime. They felt a chill in their hearts. It's not because of fear, it's because of the chill that pierces the heart.

In such a cold deep winter season. The hot blood that spilled in their faces really made their hearts warm - the thick heat flow accompanied by the heat of the human body poured into their bodies, and briefly warmed their bodies.

But in a moment, the hot flashes were extinguished by the cold air from the outside world, and the even more biting cold accompanied by the wet blood breath seeped into their bodies and into the cracks of their bones. It's like the cold of jumping into a river in a cotton coat in winter and then climbing out.

They hurriedly prepared to dry their clothes with witchcraft. But just a moment when they bowed their heads, the blood stains on their bodies suddenly disappeared.

The coldness still lingered in the cracks of their clothes, but they could no longer feel a trace of moisture in themselves.

"It's useless."

Looking up, the middle-aged woman who had been split up by Scott was standing intact in her previous position, her tone leisurely.

The corpse on the ground was now gone.

"You can't kill me. You know this yourself, don't you? ”

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Scott's cold voice sounded, and gray traces suddenly spread out, covering the middle-aged woman: "So I'll be sure, I didn't cut the wrong person." You are the saint. ”

The gray trail rose from the ground, arced into Anvilia's garden, and then snapped again onto Cell's intact wing. On the way, the middle-aged woman had her limbs cut off and fell into Anville's garden.

Her limbs were growing at a rate that was visible to the naked eye, and she was about to recover in two or three seconds.

But before she could get up, a popped staff sword stopped in front of her eyeballs. She sat up halfway to the point and slammed to the ground, nearly being impaled through the eyeball.

"Don't move."

Roland's voice rang out: "Here, you can't beat me." ”

Roland didn't even look at her, just stared at Scott intently, hoping that he could learn a few attack stances or something again.

However, the middle-aged woman did not have the slightest idea of sneaking up on Roland.

She just looked at Roland's side face with a look of astonishment.

"Her Majesty?!"

“…… Well? ”

Roland looked back a little confused: "Did you say me?" ”

At this moment, a sword mark that pierced through the heavens and the earth suddenly stood in half, and Roland couldn't help but turn around. The blazing light scattered towards Cell, but was interrupted by a scolding from Cyra.

Three eyes and one life, repeated twice, Sail accepted it steadily.

-- The battle has been decided. Roland waited for the final command experience.

So Roland turned around again: "What did you just say?" ”

“…… It's nothing. I just admit that I was wrong. ”

The middle-aged woman's expression calmed down again.

It's just that her body trembled slightly. And she lowered her head tightly, not wanting Roland to see her face.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly. (To be continued.) )