The victims brought in through various channels gathered together and were strictly guarded by the officers and soldiers, and the number of them grew, and finally reached the goal set by the elven wizard Srip, and even exceeded it. These people were crowded in the valley, unable to advance or retreat, and they were at a loss. Anyone who dared to resist was to be put to death on the spot.

Shreep counted the number of people, and after confirming that it was enough, he was ready to cast the forbidden spell. He came to the opposite side of the many victims, his face solemn, even a little gloomy. He slowly took off his robe, put it into the space wrap, and then rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin arms.

The victims in front of them watched this scene, not understanding what Srep was doing, and even less aware that the crisis was quietly coming.

"The death of you people will give me the greatest strength I have ever lived." After Srep finished speaking, his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the victim at the front, pressed his palm on the man's chest, and cast a forbidden spell. Several red magic sigils on his skin levitated, turning into red lines and piercing into the victim's body, connecting the victim to Srep.

Before the victims could let out a scream of pain, the red lines swam towards the surroundings like dexterous snakes, injecting into more victims. The red lines were like a terrifying plague, spreading rapidly in all directions, forming a huge network.

The person who was hit by the red line quickly collapsed his body, turning into a skinny and dry corpse, and the flesh and blood essence in his body was compressed to the extreme, and it was transmitted to Sreip's body along the red line. One person, ten people, one hundred people, a thousand people!

The victims are like dominoes that have been toppled. One by one, they died. The tide of death pushed to the rear, leaving no one unspared. The person who turned into a dried corpse was even sucked dry of the nutrients in his eyes, causing his eye sockets to sink deeply. It's black and it's terrifying.

The people who reacted let out one after another screams and began to flee backwards regardless of a single thing, but they were quickly stopped by the officers and soldiers and blocked them in the valley. Some of the stronger victims tried to flee to the sides of the valley, but only a few succeeded, and most were beaten back.

The large red net expands against a background of screams and screams. Use the lines that represent death to connect the unlucky people, including men, women, the elderly, and children...... In this round of the feast of death. There is not the slightest mercy.

The power of death converged on Sripp through a large net, causing the arms that were bearing this power to constantly change, and red glowing runes were superimposed to form a ring shape. coiled around his arms. It's like a life, and it's pulsating with a rhythm.

"Ahh Unable to withstand such a violent force, Shriep let out a heart-rending roar, his eyes turned bloodshot red, and a trace of saliva flowed from his mouth. His roar alone even drowned out the roar of everyone.

Death continued to spread, and these frenzied red lines were not very accurate, and a few of them even hit the officers and soldiers. These people were also killed, which caused panic among the officers and soldiers.

Just before the situation was about to get out of hand. Sprout had finally harvested enough life before the red lines that stretched out suddenly stopped, one of them just a few centimeters away from a hastily scrambled woman.

"Knot, over...... Exactly nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people......" Shrep leaned over, gasping for air, drops of sweat sliding down. His right arm shimmered red, emitting shockingly strong magical fluctuations. He used the lives of these victims in exchange for unprecedented strength, and pushed himself to become a top wizard powerhouse.

Shreep pulled his right arm, and the large red net that spread out quickly retracted, as if the tide was receding, and returned to his body. Without the tandem of the red net, all the dried corpses fell to the ground, connected together, which was very shocking.

What's even more terrifying is that there are some people who are not yet dead, these people make angry sounds, some are crawling, some are convulsing, and they look very miserable.

"Soldiers, do them a favor and give them a good time." Shrep looked at the surviving victims with a complicated expression, these sacrifices could not be saved, it was better to die directly, and to suffer less crimes.

The officers and soldiers bravely walked into the pile of dead people, stabbed those who were still alive to death with their weapons, and the mournful roar echoing in the valley gradually faded.

Shrep stood still and rested for a moment, gradually recovering and moving freely. The aftermath is not his responsibility, he has more important things to do, and only if he succeeds, the death of these people will be meaningful. He stretched out his right hand forward, cast a spatial teleportation spell, created a portal, and stepped inside.

The magically created spatial passage sent Sripple to a wasteland far away. He relied on this way of advancing and rushed to the direction where An Rui was.

In less than half a day, Sripple was on the beach, standing on a huge, pitch-black reef. He looked at the rough sea, raised his hand, and made a spatial refractor to observe the situation on the sea. According to the information provided by the scouts, Anrui's fleet was roaming the nearby sea.

The refractor showed the situation on the surface of the sea, and under Shrip's adjustments, the image presented by the mirror changed constantly, and after a while, it was finally mapped to a fleet. This fleet is flying the banner of the Nova Empire, and it is obviously An Rui's fleet.

At this distance, it is very difficult to cast spells, and power will also take precedence. Only by closing the distance can Sriep increase his certainty.

He took a deep breath, filled his stomach with the smell of the sea, used his magic to create a huge fish-shaped bubble, and stepped inside. Fish-shaped bubbles weave through the water, quickly approaching Anrui's fleet. The magic fluctuations caused by this approach method are very small and not easy to detect, and it is too blatant to teleport directly to the past.

The closer he got to Anrui's fleet, the more nervous Sripple became, his heart beating to his throat like a drumstick.

No wonder he was nervous, the enemy he was going to face was Anrui! Conqueror of fame. Anrui!

The story of An Rui has spread throughout the Seven Seas World, and for ordinary people, An Rui is a legend, even a legend. It takes a lot of courage to fight against such a big man. If anyone can kill An Rui, they will kill this legend, this legend, become a world-famous person, and the name will be forever recorded in history!

Sripp forced himself to calm down, as the restless nervousness would affect his play. He manipulated the fish-shaped blisters all the way to the bottom of the ocean near the fleet, slowly floated up, and leaned out. It's a good chance to make a move, and it's dangerous to get closer.

"God bless the White Bear Ancient Kingdom, you must let me succeed!" Shriep prayed in his heart, pointed his hand at the sky, and suddenly urged the huge magic power exchanged for the forbidden art, and cast the "Devil's Painting" near Anrui's fleet

A rectangular ray of light appeared out of thin air above the flotilla, and a circle of light with the same area also appeared below the seabed of the flotilla. Two glowing rectangles cover a radius of more than a dozen nautical miles, enveloping the fleet with a large area of seawater. The two rectangles were close to each other, and the speed was very fast, and something even more magical happened, the space of the rectangular path was compressed into a thin sheet, which was printed on the rectangle, forming an extremely realistic "painting".

The rectangle at the top is the sky, and the rectangle below is the seawater. When two rectangles are glued together, the two images will be superimposed to form a single painting. If the flotilla in the middle of the two rectangles does not dodge or think of a countermeasure, it will become part of the painting.

Among the fleets facing a crisis.

An Rui was reading a book just now, when he suddenly felt an astonishing huge magic power fluctuation around him, and he was slightly taken aback. He hurriedly put down the book in his hand, pushed open the door, and stood on the open deck of the flagship, looking up at the sky, and saw the rapidly falling rectangle.

He was well-informed, and recognized at a glance that this was the Devil's Painting Forbidden Technique, and he chuckled in his heart and frowned, knowing that this magic was quite terrifying, and it was one of the most destructive among the spatial magic. The surrounding spatial magic fluctuations would shield teleportation, making it impossible to escape with so many ships and people. It is impossible to avoid this magical attack by sailing the ship in the normal way, because there are no two rectangles that fall as fast as they are.

If you want to escape from this forbidden technique, you can only use the demigod weapon of the Heaven and Earth Sword to fight back.

An Rui made up his mind, reached out and pressed on the hilt of the sword that opened the heavens and the earth, and was about to draw the sword to make a move. Just then, Quasimodo flew up to him and reached out to hold his shoulder.

"I don't need you to do anything, just leave it to me. This kind of magic is called 'devil's painting', and it can seal people into a flat space, and it is not difficult to crack this magic, at least not for me. I can create a multi-faceted space, suck this magic in, and trap it in a labyrinth-like multifaceted space. After Quasimodo finished speaking, he raised his hand to the sky, and something extremely strange appeared in his palm.

The mass was a polyhedron, expanding in size, and it looked like a glittering mass of multifaceted glass, each refracting a different effect. At first glance, this mass of magic has at least a few hundred faces, if not more. (To be continued......)