The review continued.

Michelle took a few deep puffs of the cigar under her nose and took a few deep breaths, but instead of lighting it, she sloppily withdrew it into the cigarette case and carefully closed it.

The council is not over yet, and no matter how big her addiction is, she can only endure it.

"Eighth class, boy, what a big ......" Michelle was unhappy, and couldn't help but admonish, "Although bragging doesn't have to pay taxes, if this spell is disappointing, it will lower my impression of you." ”

"Impression?" Levi said nono, but secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, "Is there any substantive difference between minus a hundred and minus a thousand?"

"Levi, don't listen to her, you don't need to have psychological pressure, just be yourself. Pasquere waved his hand and said in relief.

"I'll try to make everyone happy. Levi nodded, he was very confident, and confidence came from strength.

He closed his eyelids, inhaled deeply and exhaled long, his consciousness quiet, his soul fluctuating silently, quietly communicating with some indescribable and huge will.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, in the crowd watching the excitement, suppressed exclamations sounded one after another.

Behind Levi, a void vortex condensed, like a suspended black hole, whirling and unfathomable.

Then, silver threads shot out from the whirlpool and landed behind him, pulling at his flesh and bones, thousands of paths, dense layers.

Levi's skin seemed to be stained with fuel, turning into a dark brown like paint, and there were energy circuits condensed, swimming along the surface of his body, scattered like rivers and rivers, flowing in an orderly manner.

Ka-ka-ka!

Levi shook his head awkwardly from side to side, his neck made a crisp sound, his movements were stiff, his expression was wooden, and even when he blinked, he looked like an expressionless marionette pulling strings, and his every move was weird and chilling.

"Oh?" Pasquere's face was first surprised, then shocked.

Levi's incarnation was stiff, his movements were dull, and his demeanor was even a little ridiculous, but in the depths of his body, there were thick and deep energy fluctuations, like an abyss and a sea, like a high-level magic puppet!

"Coercion?" Michelle held her breath, looking incredulous.

She has a heart for "dragon", and she also has a lot of understanding of "dragon power", and the coercion, tyranny, deep, and strong exuded by Li Wei in front of her is actually similar to Long Wei, to be precise, it is quite similar to the dragon power of the abyss demon dragon.

Alice's expression also changed, this was the first time she had changed her face, and her face was solemn.

"Nightmare......" she shuddered, and looked strongly attracted again.

This scene also grabbed the hearts and feet of the onlookers, making everyone who was about to leave stop.

"I gotta say, it looks amazing! Levi, come on, get a punch!" Pasquere gestured to Flesh Palm, expectant.

But he soon found that several minutes had passed, and the flesh palm had still not recovered, and the giant tree in the original human form was only below the "waist", and the flesh and blood were undulating and wriggling like ocean waves.

"How could it be?" Pasquere's expression was suspicious, he observed cross-legged, and speculated, "Is it the 'Psychic Paralysis' property that is taking effect?

"Yes. Levi nodded.

"Underestimated......" Pasquere shook his head.

He has always prided himself on being fair, but this time he had to admit that his assessment of the "unstable activated magnetic storm" was skewed. This spell was so powerful and strange that it was beyond his experience.

Pasquere blamed himself a little, and after thinking for a while, he jumped down from the bronze bench and said with a serious expression: "In that case, I'll be your sparring partner." ”

When these words came out, there was another uproar in the crowd.

The onlookers were excited, some people were applauding, and it was really a big deal to see the excitement.

"Plague, crows, or natural disasters?" heard this, Michelle's eyes lit up, and he simply took off his shoes and sat on the bench, with an expression of snorting melon seeds and watching a play.

"The plague is enough. Pasquere was stunned and reluctantly replied.

His plan was only to summon a few walking corpses, and he didn't need to use his own stitching monsters at the bottom of the box.

And Michelle will obviously be wrong, and he is not easy to argue, so as not to appear to despise Levi, and he can only be wrong.

"Although the plague is my early work, it has also been improved in the past few years...... "Pasquere thought, "in terms of combat effectiveness, it is infinitely close to a second-level warrior. What's more, its natural abilities such as not being afraid of pain and death, as well as the stitching characteristics of 'Walking Dead Mania' and 'Vicious Plague', make it far more powerful than it can do on paper. ”

"Half of the strength should be enough. ”

He made up his mind and rolled up the sleeves of his robes, revealing the obsidian bracelet on his wrist, with three skull-shaped gems arranged horizontally. As his mana flowed, the first skull lit up, and the dark light in his deep eye sockets floated and sank, according to the rhythm of a heartbeat, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

On the ground, a black stream of light turned back and forth, outlining a necromancy array symbolizing death, and countless black mist like octopus tentacles churned back and forth, guarding a huge figure as mighty as a mountain floating upward, and the vicious aura was vented in all directions.

"Stitching weird?" Levi's expression was still stiff, but his pupils constricted, revealing surprise.

The stitching monster, named "The Plague", was so large that it was bigger than an ogre, like a small mountain of meat. Its skin was gray, its mouth was full of fangs, and its head and body were made of many corpse pieces of various sizes, with black stitches scattered across the body.

I don't know if it was deliberate, but the stitches of the stitches were chaotic and crooked, making it look particularly terrifying.

Michelle saw it, but laughed, and unceremoniously dismantled the stage: "Pasquere, is your 'plague' sewn with your feet? I have seen you many times, you are busy in the 'corpse field' until late at night, why haven't you even grown a little?"

"I'm practicing making stitching monsters, not sewing techniques, and I'm not a sewing girl......" Pasquere's face couldn't hold back, and the good old man was also annoyed, "How much better are you than me?"

Michelle was far from expecting that the fire she lit actually burned on her head, her face turned red, and she gave full play to a woman's talent for strong words: "It's the stitches that are too prickly, which affects my sewing level." ”

"Stitches?" Pasquere said, smiling, "What's the matter? Alice was there at the time, why didn't she have this problem?"

Seeing that Michelle was speechless, he also accepted it when he saw it, and turned his gaze to Levi: "Levi, can you start?"

"Yes. Levi nodded, his head stiffening together.

"That'...... Levi, be careful. ”

The plague bent slightly, his heels lifted off the ground, and the forefoot suddenly exerted force, and his fat body shot out like a heavy cannonball, and his right fist rose upwards and smashed down.

Levi stood still, raising his arm to block.

Rumble!

The earth shook, loud noises and storms weaved into spiraling ripples, pushing the rubble and dust outward, and the onlookers were covered with a magical glow that shielded them from the furious aftermath of the battle.

"Oh?"

Surprised whispers rose and fell, and many people's eyes straightened.

At the focus of many eyes, two figures were deadlocked, one was larger than the hill, the center of gravity leaned forward with the huge figure, and the right arm was pressed down as if a mountain was collapsing, and the other seemed to be small, while the left arm was horizontally blocked in front of the forehead, and the ground under his feet collapsed, but his body was still standing straight and unmoving.

The huge difference in size makes the battle between the two like a wrestling between a mammoth and a mouse, completely disproportionate. However, in the body of Levi, the little mouse, it seems to have accumulated the power of an unfathomable giant, which is infinitely powerful and unshakable.

"Haven't you eaten enough?" Levi raised his hand, and actually waved the giant arm of the plague, pointing at his head arrogantly, "Come, come here!"

"What the hell is this...... What spell?" Pasquere was stunned, and after a little hesitation, he also had the intention of fighting, and gave the order to go all out to the plague.

He was indeed quite surprised.

Howl~~

The plague roared as it roared, a lion's roar and a rich stench erupting from between its fangs, and a bloody tendon formed on its right arm, which seemed to be thickened in a large circle, clenched into a powerful fist, and struck with a sweep.

Levi curled up on his knees, hugging himself in a ball, his legs digging deep as he dodged the blow, and then leaped forward, lunging down on the Plague's chest, kicking him hard.

Boom!

The dull thud rippled through the tangible impact, and the plague was kicked in the chest, its massive form repulsed, its feet pressed against the ground and a flash of golden sparks, leaving two long focal marks.

"The plague has been kicked away, and with such a large weight, it can be ......," Michelle was surprised, and turned his head to look at Pasquere.

"The words weren't precise enough," Pasquere corrected, shaking his head, "not kicking off, but kicking back." ”

"You know what I mean...... Michelle was careless, and didn't bother to change the wording, and analyzed in surprise, "What kind of spell is this? It's not quite like a transformation technique, it's completely beyond the extreme of transformation magic." ”

Pasquere shrugged, signaling that he didn't know.

Levi stood still, wiping his hair upwards with his right hand, and he was quite sure that although his hairline had not receded, he had indeed become stronger.

The howl rang out again, this time, even more hoarse, more furious!

The plague roared loudly, and a little scarlet light seeped from under the stitches of the skin, as if the flesh and blood all over the body were glowing red, but it was blocked by the skin and could not be seen. Its expression was hideous, its pupils were completely overwhelmed by the tangled blood, and blue-green droplets emerged from between its teeth, which immediately corroded the rock and soil when they fell to the ground.

"Walking Dead Mania?" Michelle asked tentatively, widening her eyes.

Pasquere nodded, and began to consider whether to terminate the assessment.

Unlike the Magical Puppet, the Stitcher is self-aware, more akin to a Demonic Pet, and due to the nature of the Necromancy, it is more irritable and prone to losing control.

Right now, the plague is in a state of rage, activating the "Walking Dead Mania" trait, which not only increases the combat power, but also increases the risk of getting out of control.