"Feel the art of this explosion!"

The Templar disciple's trench coat shook, and more than a dozen red-glowing burst crystals slammed into Sigma's face.

The necromancer still maintained a black expression like the bottom of the pot, looking quite angry, but his movements were not slow at all, he stretched out his hand with a gloomy face, and his five fingers moved dexterously like a butterfly dance, like a return wind blowing willows, and more than a dozen magic powers instantly broke into the elemental structure of the burst crystal, calming down the chaotic elemental fluctuations again.

The more than a dozen burst crystals flew between Sigma's fingers, and the necromancer looked at the bright moonlight and sighed softly: "Art? What is art? Art is a power, an ideology, and a inheritance...... Entrusting the spirit and belief of the creator and passing it on to future generations, it can resist the erosion of time and allow future generations to learn and appreciate it...... However, there is also an art in this world that not only can inflict both physical and psychological shock and pain on the victims, but will even make them never forget the fear they felt at that time......"

As Sigma suddenly displayed a powerful magic control technique, Deidara suddenly stopped, his eyes uncertain, but after hearing the necromancer's words, a look of surprise suddenly burst out from the eyes of the Templar disciples—this was a peer, or perhaps a like-minded partner! He said loudly, "You...... Are you also a practitioner of explosive art? ”

"Not really...... My art is different from yours, and goes far beyond your petty fights, and I'll let you really see it in a moment, but now ......," Sigma grinned and said with a sense of pity. "You can show what you are good at...... Temple disciples, you want to survive and escape. You have to come up with the corresponding skills. ”

As soon as the words fell, Dillada's face showed a strong murderous intent. Now that the other party already knows his identity, no matter what, he can't be left! The hands of the Templar disciples suddenly lit up with two bright flames, and a series of fireballs burst into action!

A sneer flashed across the necromancer's lips.

The next moment, a blazing flame erupted, and a pillar of fire burst out from the ground beneath Dirada, and the directional shockwave from the powerful explosion was mixed with some steel balls and iron nails frantically slapping the Templar disciples' arcane shields, and at the same time, Sigma raised his right hand. The cold negative energy in the void quickly converged, and a big black hand fell from the sky, swatting Dillada like a fly!

Diralda, who was struggling to maintain the arcane shield, was caught off guard and was smashed out by this demonic version of the Iron Fist of Fury, the necromancer sneered, and more than a dozen burst crystals flying out in a line in his hand, and the blazing red light erupted violently from the core of the crystal, and the extremely unstable structure suddenly collapsed under the guidance of the outside magic. The fire elemental, compressed to the limit, suddenly exploded, causing a terrifying huge explosion, and after a dozen roars, Dirada, who could barely stabilize his body and could only desperately maintain the arcane shield, was thrown away by the constant impact. All the way down to a dark knoll!

But his nightmare wasn't over – or rather, it had just begun.

In the world of the elements, this dark hill slowly lit up with a red glow.

The Templar disciples, who were in a state of panic, felt the familiar fluctuations of the fire element...... This irregular elemental activity represents the imminent start of some explosion. Diralda's expression turned pale in an instant—in his perception, the fire elemental under the small hill was active and fluctuating. This illustrates...... That damn necromancer had secretly buried a ton of explosion traps here before this, how did he do it! How would he have known I was coming here!

Shouted frantically. The disciples of the temple mobilized their magic power and rose to the sky, trying to escape quickly with the highest speed of the wind movement technique, but the next moment, a black shadow roared, the necromancer's robe shook, the same technique, the same technique, the same fast starting method, more than a dozen more powerful burst crystals fell from the sky, kicking off this explosion carnival!

After a series of terrifying roars, a massive explosion erupted, and a blazing flame rose up, and Dirada was tossed to the ground by the impact of the explosion—Sigmar descended from the sky like a shadow, and a blast of flame struck back the Templar disciples who had re-illuminated their arcane shields!

Staggering backwards, Dillarda stepped on the trigger point of a flame trap, and the scorching flames made him roar loudly, but Sigma's attack came like a storm, or a psychic shock, or a burst of flame, the small hill was like a chessboard, Sigma was like a clever and patient chess player, directing his soldiers to surround the small chess piece of Dirada at the core, constantly using various means, wearing down his fighting spirit, damaging his confidence, and finally ...... Destroy him!

Directional blasting, magma traps, chain mines, anti-infantry pillar blasts...... The hill was littered with all sorts of crazy traps, and Sigma seemed to want to tease Diralda, using all kinds of magic to kick the Templar disciples around, causing him to trigger all kinds of traps and then run for his life—all while the necromancer's roar rang out, "Explosion is art? Listen up! You are not fast in casting spells, your techniques are not refined, your magic is not pure, your preparation is insufficient, your professionalism is not high, your vigilance is not enough, your whole body is flawed, your tactics are too old, and your thinking is even more naïve! Even a little minion like you deserves to compete with me? Dream your dreams! ”

In fact...... This roar is quite lethal to anyone who thinks they are experts in any field, at least Dillarda - first beaten into a fool by Sigma with various explosions, and at a one-sided disadvantage in terms of traps and layouts, the other party not only judged his purpose, but even chose the ambush site, and led him along the way, and finally bombarded and humiliated...... This contrast caused the Templars to suffocate and spurt blood.

After about fifteen minutes of fighting, squeezing all the magic of the Templar disciples, Sigma kicked Dirada away and snorted, "I haven't used it yet...... You're down! ”

"And ...... Wait a minute. The necromancer seemed to have thought of something, and with a finger of his hand, the telekinesis suspended the Temple disciples who had no ability to resist in the air. Then the wind elemental converged and flicked the poor Templar disciple wildly at three hundred revolutions per second—explosive props hidden all over his body. The stinger ring on the finger that was used to commit suicide, the deadly poison in the mouth...... These murder weapons that prevented him from committing suicide or killing were all taken down by invisible forces.

…… By the way. This very effective and non-intimate body search magic is called "Victory of Justice" and comes from Atlas, and there are two people in the entire Necromancer Academy who use this magic to the best of God, one named Sargeras and the other named Sigma, the former because he is the inventor and the latter because of the ...... He has experienced it countless times firsthand, and it is very informative.

Fang was beaten as a fool, and at this time he was humiliated and searched. Although Diralda didn't even have the strength to kill himself, he cursed reluctantly, "Damn necromancer...... Why are you helping the Holy See these ......"

Before he finished speaking, the noisy and noisy voice was getting closer and closer, it turned out that a magic instrument sensed the explosion here, flew over, and kept rotating around the two of them, and the microphone system carried on the instrument faithfully and accurately transmitted the pre-recorded voice, and sang loudly in a broken gong voice: "On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there is a Sigma. He's naughty and cunning, he's shameless and funny, he's a strict wife, and he's got a terrible fiancée. Ah, pathetic dead virgin man, ah. Poor ......"

It's a terrible song, but it's incredibly loud. Overpowering Dirada's words, the Templars thought to themselves—Dead to death.

"It's noisy!" The necromancer in front of him snorted angrily. Suddenly, he pressed the small signal transmission tower of this magic guide instrument, and with a wave of his left hand, more than a dozen small wind drills whined, and these miniature magic rolled towards this instrument at the same time, and actually easily dismantled the amplification device of this magic guide instrument into parts in just a short moment!

Looking at the necromancer's unkind expression in front of him, a light flashed through Diralda's mind, and he seemed to grasp the truth of the matter - the Templar disciple cried out, "You...... You are Sigma! The man who spoiled our temple plans so many times! ”

"Looks like I'm not a little more preeminent with you......" Sigma squirmed, crouching down and looking at Dirada with interest, "I said the Exploding Artist...... As you can see, you have lost and been captured by me, and in theory, you will definitely die, and before you die, you will be cared for by the blackfriars - do you want to die a happy death? Or, do you want to live until the day of Advent and see if the light of destruction will explode? ”

Diralda's expression changed instantly...... He is not afraid of death, but he has some attachments of his own.

The necromancer was still following his path: "Your temple is powerful, aren't you?" Since you have made a plan to destroy the temple, you will definitely complete it, right? You're confident, aren't you? If you have confidence, it doesn't hurt to leak some information to us...... I don't need you to provide information about ruining the light of miè, I just need you to tell me something else, such as your Templar disciples' plan to spread fear recently, and besides you, there are ......"

Dirada burst out laughing.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Sigmar...... Since you have dealt with our temple many times, and even killed many of our temple disciples, you should know our determination and will not insult me or yourself! ”

"It's okay, I'm just bored anyway, so I'm just going to talk to you." Sigma spread her hands and said, "Anyway, the people in the Inquisition are perverts, if you like them, you can deal with them...... I originally wanted to save your life, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to seek death, it's really unreasonable. ”

"Kill yourself?" Diralda blinked, and his smile became strange, "Mr. Necromancer...... I admit your cunning and strength, and I admit that you are even superior to me in terms of the art of exploding...... But you're also too conceited, and if a Templar disciple like me does such a dangerous thing in the enemy's stronghold, maybe the next moment his whereabouts will be exposed, and he will be captured and killed by the Temple, how can I not be prepared for the last moment in such an environment! ”

The necromancer changed color in shock, and he said sharply with a pale face, "Stop! Stop it! ”

He was greeted by a series of smug laughs - in the joy of finally retrieving his words, Dirada activated his last layer of insurance - before coming, he had tried to plant as many bombs as possible in the conspicuous buildings of the Second Ward and close to the residential areas, and if this mission failed, he would also complete the mission of the Temple as much as possible before his life fell!

The fear that gripped the Holy City...... It's up to me to spread it!

The Templar's smile was still hearty, and after the detonation signal was fired, he closed his eyes contentedly and listened intently to the beautiful explosion that was about to come—and if he was lucky, he could hear the cries and screams of the people.

Three seconds later, however, nothing happened...... Dirada opened her eyes in confusion.

He noticed that Sigma was staring blankly at him, and his whole person exuded a dark and low-pressure aura.

Under the cold moon, the wind whined, and the temple disciples and necromancers looked at each other.

Suddenly, the Temple disciple's ears moved, and he seemed to hear something from the wind, so he tried to listen, but only heard some vague sounds.

"On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there lives a sigma......"

"Sigma! If you don't blow up the, you won't die, why don't you understand! ”

"Sigma! You are simply the big scum of the necromancer, and you want to provoke a war again! ”

"Damn, believe it or not, I shook out the ugly things that happened to you back then?"

Diralda was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized that these sounds came from the strange magic equipment, which could even suppress the danger of explosions and contact with explosives, and the priest must have arranged them all in advance, so he could protect them all before he activated them!

…… It's a shame to have lost, and I hope the other Templars will be able to complete our mission.

Dirada turned her head and looked at Sigmar, ready to be taunted and judged.

However, Sigma sneered, "Thanks to you...... I must be a lot more well-known in the second-floor urban area of Cloudsdale now, hehe......he

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from his heart, and Dillarda felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

After seeing the necromancer finish laughing, he stretched out his hand to him with kind eyes: "I didn't really want to do this, but being seen by the priests is not very good...... But it's your own doing! So ......"

After calmly saying a few words, the necromancer's expression instantly became extremely hideous, and he roared: "Lao Tzu is so good today to concoct you!" (To be continued......) R1292