Chapter 37 [Stealing Teachers and Learning Arts]

Without pause, Mishart slashed the dagger from the bottom and slashed another skeleton in half, then rolled to the right, dodging another skeleton's slash and stabbing it to pieces from behind, and turned back to slash at the last skeleton only to find that a familiar wave of purple magical energy had torn it apart.

Mihart took a few steps backwards, and with a somersault he returned to Aninotes and Lux.

"The trouble is solved. Mikhart whispered to Aninotes.

Lux seemed to have reached her limit, a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth, it seemed that the flame elemental acolyte still couldn't win more with less, and it was already overwhelmed and wiped out.

"How are you, Master Lux?" Mihat stepped forward and grabbed the court magician, giving him an anxious look at Aninotes.

The little magician spread out his hands, indicating that he had no extra magic potions. He stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and said calmly, "Mihat, give me your short sword." ”

When Mihat heard this, he was confused, and thought to himself: Could it be that this little magician was wounded in battle, and that there was something wrong with his head? What does he want my short sword to do? Is it necessary to carry the short sword forward and fight the enemy in close combat?

Agnoides' eyes were bright, but his eyes were very clear, and he spoke again: "Mihat, do you believe me?"

Wait! He's just said that, he's got a way to deal with Anna!

Mishat did not answer Aninotes' question, but gave the answer by his deed—he handed his short sword.

With his short sword, Aninotes spread out his left hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and slashed his palm at Mihat's exclamation!

The little magician let out a low cry of pain, and the dagger fell to the ground in an instant, but he raised his cut left hand and aimed the bloody wound directly in front of him. Bright red blood slid down the Brighton boy's fair wrist into a thin red thread, drip by drop sliding to the ground.

"Aninotes, you...... You lunatic, what the hell are you ...... What the hell do you want to do!" Mihart shouted as he looked directly at the little magician, stunned.

Aninotes had already recited the ancient incantation in his mouth, and as mysterious syllables burst out of his mouth, the wound on the palm of his left hand was nearly doubled by the invisible force, and more blood flowed out of the crack in the skin, but instead of sliding any further, it floated out into the air, and quickly dispersed into tiny particles that were almost invisible to the naked eye, and shrouded in front of him.

"Broken!"

Agnosis's voice was a little weak, but the moment he shouted the word, a blinding purple light shot out from the palm of his left hand—the bright purple that illuminated the small night sky as if it were day!

The scorching light lasted for about ten seconds before fading away. Barely seeing the purple light fade, Mikhat saw Aninotes sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, and when he looked closely, the wound on the palm of his left hand had turned outward, and the skin around him was a pale white.

"Ah......h

Directly in front of the three of them, Anna screamed in pain and long.

The white mist quietly dissipated, and the three frost elemental acolytes controlled by Anna were long gone, and only one of the six identical and swaggering Annas was left—her traumatized body.

"Hehehehe, the feeling of being consumed by your own energy is not bad, right? Manipulating five mirror entities at the same time, plus three elemental creatures, I admit, you are indeed the one with the highest attainment in summoning magic and illusion magic of any person I have ever met. Thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson. Ahem, my magic skills are going to be refined again......" Aninotes' voice was extremely weak, but the volume was just right enough for Anna to hear clearly, and there was confidence in her voice!

Anna fell to her knees in embarrassment, a tingling pain deep in her brain that made her breathe fast and her vision slightly blurred. Just when she barely stood up, a silver short sword had already silently killed in front of her!

Mihart slashed at Anna's neck with a horizontal sword, and Anna's eyes were blood-red, and she raised her left hand without fear to block the silver sword.

Mihart secretly screamed in his heart, took a step back, looked closely, and found that Anna's arm was wrapped in a transparent barrier!

This vampire baroness is really not so easy to deal with!

Michart adjusted his breathing, took another step, and stabbed Anna in the heart with a sword. Sure enough, the silver sword was stopped by the nasty barrier magic again.

"It's not over yet!" Mishart shouted, turning over in the air and sweeping his left hand backwards with all his might!

"Boom!"

Mihart heard it, and it was the crunch of the dragonbone shield striking Anna's head.

His magic strength is high, but in melee combat, he really suffers!

Anna thought to herself, secretly cursing the Duosek boy, and was about to distance herself and use magic to deal with Michat, but she saw a black shadow coming down from the roof of the house next to her, and the sharp weapon in her hand came at her vital point with an eerie chill!

Hmph! How can you get it?!

As soon as Anna grabbed it in the air, a red light flashed, destroying the trajectory of the sneak attacker's whereabouts, and as soon as she reached out, she easily grabbed the man's neck.

"Arisen!" called out Michart and Aninotes in the distance.

Didn't this kid tell him to run for his life? Why did he come back again!

Michart watched as Anna grabbed Arison by the neck and lifted him into the air. He felt that the female vampire's claws were not only grasping at Ellisen, but also clenching them in his hands, along with the throbbing organs in his chest, making him feel a spasm of pain.

Little Eyson had already thrown away the dagger, tears welling up in his eyes, his hands clawing and beating, and his legs kicking and kicking in the air, intending to find a foothold to relieve the deadly pressure on his neck.

"Oh, that's this stupid boy. Well, it seems that he cares about you! It's just that his loyalty is in exchange for a cold death. The smile returned to Anna's face, her sharp nails piercing Arisen's skin, blood gurgling down his neck.

"Well, the skin is tender, and it's delicious. ”