Chapter 45: Brighton's Secret Technique

"*Controlled, by whom?" asked Mihart.

I don't know how many ghouls and resentful spirits lurk in the darkness ahead, and how powerful is the controller to be able to control such a number of undead?

Mihat does not know, in short, the strength of the opponent should not be underestimated.

"I don't know. I can only sense that the hostility and attention of these undead are now all concentrated on our side. Aninotes' tone was visibly distressed and frightened.

Edsen looked at his two little masters at a loss, and then at the passage of the tomb in the black hole in front of him, holding Mihart's keel shield deadly, and almost cried out in fright.

The undead attack is near!

Mikhat heard a creepy from ahead, like a miserable cry, like a bitter complaint.

Wraiths!

This time, they are no longer confined to the rigidity of fighting necromantic magic, but instead have a thirst for killing and blood!

Mihart wields a short sword and awaits the attacking enemy!

Suddenly, a familiar purple light mirror quietly unfolded in front of him, and a terrible scream came from the mirror!

Once again, Aninotes used the same mid-level illusion magic Mirror of Suicide that he used against the Windborn, intent on causing his enemies to fall under their own stormy attack.

The resentful spirits entangled in the black aura around them had just rushed in front of the light mirror, and they suddenly stopped. Because the mirrored entities that emerge from the mirror block their progress.

Purple and black ribbons twined and tore in the narrow passages of the burial chamber, and the sound of the urn breaking was incessant.

Agnoides carefully controlled the mirror entity, slowly pushing the mirror forward.

"Aninotes, how did you do that?" Mihart was incredulous.

As a fourth-level magician, Aninotes must have too much magical energy, right?

The little magician, of course, understood the meaning of Mihat's words, and replied, "I don't quite understand it either. However, I did feel a special sensation, just after I had used the last of my magic to repel the pursuing ghouls - the magical energy in my body had fully recovered at a rate that I had been shocked to be!"

"Totally ...... Restored?" Mihart couldn't believe his ears.

After the last time Aninotes's magical energy was overused, he had to rest in the Shimmer House for more than ten hours before recovering, and he still hadn't fully recovered!

"Yes, fully recovered. This feeling is very warm, not the heat after running hard, but a kind of comfort under the warm sun on a night and moonlit afternoon. "Well, now is not the time to talk about this!

"With so many undead, I'm having a hard time dealing with them. Little magician, please!" Mishart gave Aninotes a deep look, and then at the sobbing little Ellisen, "Arisen, you must follow us, you know? This is not a joke, we can't die here today!"

We can't die here today.

Can't die here!

Listening to Mishart's words, Arisen nodded vigorously, pursed his lips, and more tears crawled out of his eyes, slowly wriggling in the shattered eggshell like a newborn dragon cobra.

This kid is still too young.

If he were at his age, facing the approach of death with a terrifying sound, he would have burst into tears!

The little mage is right, now is not the time to satisfy curiosity, comfort one's peers, or do anything unrelated to combat. Because the mirror of Aninotes' "mirror of suicide" has been crawling with more and more and deeper cracks!

However, Mihart's fears about the imminent backlash of Aninotes were completely unnecessary.

Because the talented little magician has already realized the solution in Anna's battle!

At the moment when the mirror shattered overwhelmed, Aninotes raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, spread his hands, and twisted gently in front of him, as if he had twisted open the door of a secret room!

Under the guidance of Aninotes, the shattered light dust of the "Mirror of Suicide" quickly gathered again and turned into purple balls of light!

These purple balls of light were not illusions, but were condensed from the magical energy that had been damaged after the Magic Mirror of Aninotes had been broken, and there were as many as nine of them!

Aninotes pushed forward with both hands again, and nine balls of light rushed out, smashing into the wraiths and ghouls in front of them, sending out a series of deafening explosions!

"Bang Bang ......"

A loud explosion echoed through the passage of the burial chamber, shaking the ground slightly!

And those swarming resentful spirits and the ghouls that came one after another, the violent explosion caused by the collision of the energy light ball was shattered and scattered, and the broken arms flew sideways!

The black necromantic aura fluttered weakly, and more than a dozen broken ghoul bodies still writhed and crawled towards where the three of them stood.

Mihart took the lead, rushed forward, and the "rodent" in his hand was full again.

However, the next enemy is far from what he can deal with-

Three pairs of scarlet eyes, at the end of the passage of the tomb, flickered like sparks in front of Arkay's door, waiting to receive the sacrifice for his enjoyment.

Without hesitation, Agnites immediately spread his arms slowly, the voice of the incantation in his mouth was smooth and rapid, and a purple light shot from the palms of his hands to the surrounding stone walls and ground, forming a looming barrier.

"It's impossible to escape. So, this is the strongest magical defense enchantment I've ever been able to make. Agnoides looked at Mihart and Arison and said quietly.

"How does that vampire, who can manipulate ghouls and wraiths, compare to that of Baroness Anna?" asked Mihart.

Aninotes pursed her lips and said, "With her magical strength, if Anna goes to the Magic Guild to obtain the mage level, she should be able to secure a fifth-level mage badge......"

Mihart thought for a moment and interrupted: "However, according to the rules of the final level of the magician level assessment, the actual combat assessment, she must be able to defeat five fourth-level magicians with the same strength as you." I don't think she can do it, I guess, I'm afraid three of you, or even two of you, will be able to beat her to the ground, right?"

"That's because my magic level alone has reached the level of a fifth-level magician. It's just that the mastery of spells and the strain of actual combat have not yet reached the level of promotion. But the vampire in front of him who stood in the way could never be inferior to Anna in strength. ”

As soon as Aninotes finished speaking, he heard a mocking male voice come over: "Well, yes, yes, defend the barrier? But today, you're all going to die. ”

In the deathly silence, the breathing of the three of them became so abrupt.

After a soft whisper, Mihart immediately felt the air around him feel a little colder, and then there was a whistling wind in front of him!

When Mihadi looked at it, his face suddenly changed!

It was a rapidly growing white—a small frost storm—a myriad of sharp ice cubes mixed in with the cold air currents that swirled at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye, like countless sharp blades cutting back and forth!

The rapid spinning, the cold wind that freezes the shell, the ice that cuts through the flesh!

It's destruction magic, the Frost Vortex!

Teacher Kalisa had used this spell before, but it was more advanced. The spell in front of me has also reached the level of intermediate magic, and it is not impossible to deal with it by yourself!

With his mind in mind, Aninotes stepped forward beyond the defensive barrier, raised his left hand, and immediately created a mirror entity of himself in the same place.

The two little magicians raised their hands forward at the same time, and the magical energy flowed out wildly, forming two thick purple light curtains, one left and one right, enveloping that terrifying frost vortex inside!

Before the purple light curtain and the frost vortex were about to dissipate at the same time, the two Agnites reached out and grabbed them in the air, and the light dust in the air that was about to disappear immediately turned into sharp cones and shot towards the three pairs of red eyes!

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

The same red barrier spread out, intercepting those sharp cones, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two thin silk threads, and shot in front of the two Aninotes in an instant!

Both little magicians snorted in pain and felt a sharp pain!

Aninotes looked down and saw that the purple robe was already soaked in blood! Before he could react at all, he had already been pierced through his abdomen by the red thread of magic, let alone cast magic to defend himself!

It seems that he still can't defeat a strong opponent......

The mirror entity drifts away.

Cinotes clutched her stomach and fell liltly backwards, falling into the defensive barrier that had been arranged.

When did the little magician endure such pain?

He was in so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes.

Just a second before he tried to close his eyes, a pair of strong arms caught him steadily.

Mihart watched as the blood began in Aninotes' abdomen, encroaching little by little on every trace of fabric on his magician's robes.

Aninotes looked at the faces of Michardt and Arisen, and stubbornly recited the incantation in his mouth!

Red energy crept through his wounds, repairing his pierced fragile body bit by bit.

After about half a minute, Aninotes stood up again.

Michart looked at the back of the little magician, and for the first time felt the importance of magical energy to the magician - it was like the life of a magician!

"It seems that your tricks are no more than that! how much magic energy do you expend to complete such a detailed magic manipulation?" asked Anites.

"Well, I can feel that your magical energy doesn't even show a trace of consumption. ”

The other party's tone was calm.

It is this kind of calmness that has made the three of Mihart even more unconfident. And the other party's next sentence is far beyond their cognition.

"Oh, so you're a Brightoner. Naive boy, if you think that if you master the secret art of the race, I will not be able to kill you, then you are very wrong. ”