With the command of the warrior, the scroll handle on the table shattered instantly, and a short-handled Mithril spiral flying cone without a gauntlet flew out of it.

With a soft "snort", it pierced into the chest of the Supreme Wizard Griff and flew out from behind!

Griff's "ah" howl, burst out with terrifying inhuman force, actually broke the sleeve corner of the robe, and directly threw the "adopted son" Clement out of the ground, falling straight to the lofty platform that symbolizes authority.

And in a hurry, he flew behind the pillar, trying to dodge the attack, or a little respite, intending to fight back.

And that's it.

The handsome brutal warrior retinue was already smiling, and like the swordsman of Shuzhen, he commanded his shining Mithril flying cone to fly back and forth in mid-air, frantically piercing Griff's broken body through eight holes in the front and back, and slashing his hamstrings!

Why didn't his own wizard's robes, which were resistant to the hammer of the great axe, work?

Griff was still in great horror: why didn't the [Reinforced Iron Bone] I blessed on my body have any protective effect? Why didn't the [High Rainbow Light Orb] in my spell ring be released? Why didn't the trigger teleportation spell on my wizard's robe take me away~~~

Despite this, Speaker Griff still fought to the cost of being injured and penetrating the palm of his left hand, gripped his phalanx in pain, and restrained the agile flying cone.

On the other side, "Handsome Man" Orange Lines commanded another filthy gem flying sword, which quietly submerged into his body from the newly opened wound behind the isolation, and then disappeared like a melted candy, but it did not have any effect on being noticed.

Griff, who was pierced with three knives and six holes, did not die!

He spread his legs like a dustpan and sat on the ground, leaning against the pillar, panting and shouting, "What's going on?~~ This is the spell suppression field?!"

"Hahaha~~" His good "son" Clement laughed violently next to him: "'Great' Speaker Griff, this is a super giant spell invalid enchantment specially prepared for you, plus the effect of the spells worn by each of us to disturb the props!hahahahaha~ The entire hall is a huge forbidden area! Only in this way can you restrain your legendary spells." “

He then continued, "And this Zasman Mithril Flying Wing, but the one-time legendary-grade textile of the artifact Zasman's dagger can remove some obstructive spells, so any of your spell protection won't take effect. Hahaha~~"

Griff's heart was chilling to the marrow! He struggled to cover the strange wound that did not shed a drop of blood, and said intermittently: "Why did you betray me? Could it be that the Syndicate Federation wants to deal with me? But after separating from them, we can get a broader and more free space for development~~ I am all for the benefit of all Sarn wizards." ”

Clement laughed and interrupted his adoptive father's questioning, "You don't have to beat around the bush and stall! Dusk won't come!"

Let's talk about it.

Gabriel, the Lord's right-hand man, walked out from behind the crowd with a calm face, threw Dusk's dead head to the front of the steps, and rolled on the ground a few times.

Under the stunned gaze of the legendary wizard Griff, his adopted son Zhi smirked and said: "You have been concentrating on the management of this island and land accumulation power all these years, and you are eye-catching with the Cartel Federation, don't think that the other high-level leaders of the Syndicate will condone you to break away from their behavior, after eliminating you this time, I will replace you as the major shareholder of the East Storm Ocean Company and a new member of the Syndicate Federation." Even Gabriel and others will be granted full membership. ”

The wizards said together with grim faces: "Your tyranny and dictatorship are over! Mean and ungrateful Lord Griff! In your shadow, we have been living in fear! Under your economic exploitation, we are all in debt to usury, but you say that this is the only thing that will spur us forward." “

"We are not those people who have been enslaved by money and ideology all their lives, but they don't know it at all, how can they work for you all their lives as high-level laborers who work for nothing. Only by getting rid of you can we live a beautiful life like other high wizards!!"

Griff cried out in a strange and sad way: "You short-sighted people! The reason why I am doing this is to protect our long-term interests! It is all to purify mankind and establish a superior nation composed of a truly pure elite of spellcasters! It is all to make mankind stand tall among the world's races! And you, you fools who only care about immediate interests! The great historical process of mankind is about to be ruined by your hands!"

The sorcerers gathered around the position not far away, and sneered together: "Hehehehe, Griff, Griff, your hypocrisy has really gone deep into the bone marrow, and at the last moment before death, you still have to learn the statue of the god and put gold leaf on your face? Just like those politicians, they can't tell a few words of truth in their lives, they will only oppress the people, and they are all hardworking and docile people." Otherwise, they will wait for politicians and businessmen to jointly raise prices, create inflation, and finally starve to death. Hahahaha~"

The taunt is like the most vicious knife and axe, slicing through Griff's self-esteem!

He burst into a shout, and suddenly ~ burst the cedar!

The seemingly old and thin body is like using the [Giant Magic], the muscles quickly expand into an "athlete", and the custom-made wizard robes, which are worth a lot of money and are enough for ordinary families to eat for thirty years, are directly like butt wiping paper - all the cloth fibers are torn by the huge force until they are all broken and bursting.

The front and back of the brain protrude into an octopus shape, and the chin is even more elongated with dozens of marbled blue-green tough ivory-like tentacles!

Even a pair of huge bat wings with two shoulders wide grew out of their backs.

Griff's cyst-like jaw, as if it had no mandible connection, grew to the size of a normal human skull, and spewed out a large pile of strange dark vapor of unknown composition.

And while he was hidden by the black mist, he immediately threw his long sharp tentacles and stabbed the people closest to him!

Of course, all of this does not indicate that the spell can already be cast, but that some of Griff's actions are the result of some supernatural ability.

Therefore, those wizards who are usually proud and reserved have not yet been able to cast spells, so the few people who stand in the front row and are the most energetic in mockery immediately become skewer gourds.