Aninotes recited the incantation as soon as he finished speaking, only to see the dazzling red light in his hand tremble restlessly.

Seeing the momentum, Mikhat guessed that the magic that Aninotes was going to cast next must be extraordinary, so he hurriedly hugged Ayerson and stepped aside.

As the little magician's mouth turned, the space once again appeared layer by layer, distorting little by little......

By the time the space had recovered its calm, the three of them were already standing in a forest that was slightly dark due to the luxuriant foliage of the trees—towering trees stood proudly in the low bushes, vines of different thicknesses intertwined, dragged from the treetops to the soil layer of the ground, and a few lilac tulips bloomed between the huge roots of the bulging trees on the ground.

The lark's low cry came overhead, and when he looked at it, he saw a small black shadow standing beside the pool in the distance!

Behind him, in the flashing red light in Aninotes's hand, there were several angry roars, and then, dozens of huge saber-toothed tigers conjured out of the two red lights one by one, jumped up, like dozens of red turbulences, and quickly pounced towards the small black shadow!

"Ahh Brother Aninotes, that dark shadow, is secretly shooting... Sneak up on our magicians?" asked Ayerson in a whisper, trembling.

"Yes, but not exactly. The other party immediately pulled the three of us into the illusion space at the same time, and as a counterattack, all I could do was follow the source of the magic power of the other party's illusion magic, and barely pull part of the opponent's spirit into the dream I created. Agnites replied hurriedly, controlling the dozen or so mirror entities of the saber-toothed tigers.

"What would happen if we died in this illusion?" asked Mihart anxiously.

"If we are killed in the illusion, our bodies will not be damaged in any way, but our spirits and souls will be gone forever!" replied Aninotes solemnly.

After a pause, the little magician added with some confidence: "The vampire bat just now is not an illusion, but a real vampire bat!" That is to say, while the other party uses magic to create illusions, it also uses at least an intermediate summoning magic to drive away such a large group of bats to attack us......"

So, the other party is a master who is proficient in both illusion and summoning magic?

Mihart secretly guessed in his heart, and saw Aninotes looking ahead in shock, and muttered in a low voice: "The other party's magic strength is probably above me." Moreover, the other party's illusion already has a faint feeling of a mirror entity. ”

Strength above Aninotes?

The illusion is about to reach the realm of a mirror entity?

No wonder, the other party can use a combination of summoning magic and illusion magic!

Then next, it must be another bitter battle!

Mihart was shocked again, and looked at Agnites's gaze, only to see the small shadow in the distance raise his hand slightly, and heard a splashing sound from the pitch-black stagnant water beside him, and then, a "person" with stinky water dripping all over his body crawled out of the pool!

This "man" was dressed in heavy steel armor, but the helmet was swarthy, only a white skeleton was faintly visible, and a faint green flame was dancing in the eye sockets, and it held a rusty greatsword in its hand, but the blade burned with strange black power!

A Necromantic Samurai!

It's a forbidden spell magic of the summoning system again!

The necromantic warrior roared strangely—Mikhat didn't know how the flesh-and-blood creature had made a sound—stepped forward and immediately got into a fight with the dozen or so saber-toothed tiger mirror entities!

However, the saber-toothed tigers, who had the advantage in numbers, immediately gained the upper hand - the necromantic warriors did not feel, did not know pain, did not feel fear, and had no flesh to inflict damage on the sharp claws of the saber-toothed tigers.

As the Necromantic Warrior swung his black greatsword again and again, the number of mirrored entities was dwindling dramatically—no amount of skill Aninotes had with the Phantom could change the horror of the fact.

A miserable smile appeared on the handsome face of the young man in Brighton, and he looked back at Mishart deeply, but choked up and only called out the name of his companion: "Ayssen, you ...... Michat......"

As Aninotes' mood fluctuated violently, the surrounding forest twisted rapidly, and this time there was not even a ripple, and the illusion constructed by the little mage had quickly collapsed.

The street, the same street in the wilderness.

The houses are still the bungalows of the few closed shops.

The ground, or the familiar ground.

The moon, or the two cold moons.

The trio is back to reality.

Mihart looked at Aninotes' weak appearance, and he already understood what the Brighton boy wanted to say. He looked down into Ai Yusen's eyes and said seriously, "Ai Yansen, now, I only want you to do one thing for us. ”

"Ai Yansen's life belongs to the two masters. Whatever I was asked to do, I was willing. Ai Yansen's face was solemn, he had already made up his mind in his heart that he must fight to the end with the two little masters!

But the words of Brother Mihart caught him by surprise.

"What I want you to do is actually very simple, that is—run for your life!" Michardt finished speaking, looked at the motionless Ayersen, and pushed him fiercely, and ordered loudly: "Ayersen, go quickly, or it will be too late! We all remember your loyalty, but I can't let you take this risk." If you really listen to me, run for your life!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, turned and ran away without looking back......

Mihart watched the little guy's back gradually be drowned out in darkness, looked at Aninotes, and asked bitterly, "Aninotes, how are you?"

More than a dozen mirror entities have died one after another, and the mental damage suffered by Aninotes this time is not light!

Agnites turned pale, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and of course he didn't answer Michat's question, just stared ahead in a daze—

The last mirror entity also fell under the Necromantic Warrior's greatsword, and its body was covered with red light dust, and disappeared.

That necromantic warrior had already mastered the courage, proving that it was at least a fourth-level warrior or above in his lifetime.

But he is just a weak person whose strength is not as good as that of a third-level samurai!

If the necromantic warrior were allowed to approach Aninotes, the little mage would be dead......

Even if I can't defeat it, at least I can resist it for a while, and buy Agnoides a little time to escape!

Michard's heart suddenly overflowed with fearless courage, and he could not even find out where the source of this courage was.

There is not a single word of pride to be pursued.

There is no longing face to entrust.

There is no haunting scene to make it to.

There isn't even a trace of a lifetime of memories that can be traced.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the face of an enemy that is so powerful that it is impossible to defeat at all, at this moment of life and death, that the incomparably strong and most primitive perseverance and bravery in the depths of his soul will have a complete explosion that shocks everyone!

"Aninotes, go quickly! Hurry up and ask your teacher to come! I'll stop it for a while!"

Mihart holds the keel shield in his left hand and the short sword in his right hand.

The necromantic warrior who was far superior to himself was approaching step by step.

Going to hire your own teacher?

It's a great idea, but what about this guy?

But there's no other way, is there?

Could it really be that Mihart could only be left behind?

Just as Agnotes hesitated, a court mage in a blue robe silently descended from the sky to Mihart's side and whispered, "I am the chief mage of Lux, who has been sent by Lord Mihuo to help you. ”

Did the teacher send someone to help him?

This Mihart, in the face of a strong enemy, he once again stood in front of him......

No, I have to pull myself together, I can't hide behind his back every time!

Aninotes' lost confidence ran back again, and immediately took out a bottle of alchemy potion glowing with milky white light from his bosom, unscrewed the lid, and poured it into his throat in one go, and his breathing gradually stabilized a little.

Lux looked at Aninotes, who was panting for breath due to the excessive consumption of magical energy and the reaction of the rupture of the mirror entity, Mihat, who was ready to attack, and finally stared at the necromantic warrior looming in the moonlight in front of him, and without saying a word, he chanted a spell loudly!

Mihart only heard a "pop" and saw a huge fireball appear out of thin air above his head, bursting out of flames from the center of the ball.

To Miha's surprise, the fireball did not shoot directly at the necromantic warrior, but floated gently in front of him, stretching out like a curled up child—the heart of the beating flame vaguely maintained the shape of a child's upper body, and even the head, torso, and arms could be easily distinguished!

Elemental creatures!

Looks like this should be a flame elemental acolyte!

Mihart immediately recognized the true face of the "fireball", only to see that the child composed of flames quickly noticed the approaching necromantic warrior, it seemed to sense the danger, and then let out a piercing cry like a cry, and the fire light in his whole body suddenly soared a few points, and flew towards the necromantic warrior without hesitation!

At the same time, the necromantic warrior also felt the threat of the flames on the flame acolyte's body, clenched his greatsword, and ran!

Two summoned creatures with no emotion or sentience slammed into each other!

Black power and dazzling flames spread through the air, and the flame elemental acolyte spun rapidly around the necromantic warrior, dodging the warrior's slashing greatsword again and again, while reaching out and spewing blazing flames at the other's body!

The Necromantic Warrior was very repulsed by the flames ejected by the Flame Squire, and could only desperately use his strength to resist it. Although its giant sword with black power was hugely powerful, it completely had the upper hand in speed, sword after sword, slashing out more than a dozen swords in succession, but all of them missed.

Just as the two summoned creatures were inextricably linked, Mirhat had already walked within five steps of the Necromantic Warrior, staring intently at its every move, trying to find its flaws.

The necromantic warrior's steel armor had been burned red by the extremely hot flames, but it suddenly slashed at its back with a backhand without warning!

The flame acolyte had long been familiar with the angle of the necromantic warrior's sword, and he didn't expect the other party to strike the sword in the opposite direction, but when he dodged, he happened to hit the blade of the sword full of black power, and was immediately cut in half!

The flame acolyte was split in two by the force, but it didn't dissipate immediately, and with the movement of Lux's fingers, it actually glued together again, but the fire on its body was noticeably dimmed.

In the gap between the fusion of the Flame Squire, the Necromantic Samurai raised his greatsword high, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent!

However, it was a pity that all of its attention was on the Flame Acolyte, and it did not notice the waiting Mihat. However, it was a moment of negligence that condemned it to death—a silver dagger stabbed through its face like a black bee's tail thorn swiftly and deadly, stabbing its entire skull apart with great force!

The necromantic warrior wailed, and streams of black power like smoke seeped out from the cracks in his armor, as if he had life, and he tried to escape into the distance as quickly as if he had life, but was pulled by an irresistible invisible force, and dragged back!

Mihart looked at the armor in front of him and fell to the ground with a "bang", but suddenly felt the short sword in his hand tremble slightly, and when he raised his hand, he saw that the black spirit that escaped from the armor when the necromantic warrior fell apart formed a black stream of water, which went straight into the short sword in his hand, and disappeared without a trace in a moment!

This...... That's impossible!

Isn't soul snatching enchantment supposed to only work on souls weaker than you?

This samurai was at least a fourth-level samurai during his lifetime, how could his soul be weaker than his own soul?!

Mihart looked at the short sword in his hand in disbelief, and then looked at Aninotes, and saw that the little magician was also at a loss.

Without allowing Mihart to think about the result, he heard the flame acolyte suddenly let out a terrible scream, and it was directly extinguished with a "whew", leaving not even ashes behind!

Lux beside him was swallowed by the energy, covered his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth!

Aninotes quickly grabbed Lux, quickly took out another bottle of green alchemy potion from his arms, and handed it to her.

Directly ahead, there was a sudden faint sound of footsteps.

A pair of scarlet eyes flickered and flickered, and they approached the four of Mihat.

Anna's figure slowly emerged from the darkness, and with a delicate smile on her face, she spoke unhurriedly: "Vampire Lady Anna, come to take your lives. ”