Watching a burst of thunder dissipate and fill the air, Cyril sighed, he had just experimented with several lower-level magic in a row, and finally determined that no matter what kind of attribute magic it was, anything recorded in his notebook could not be used. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In other words, the text composed of the white light before was correct, and any magic that he mastered could not be effective against this target.

Frowning at the heavy book, Cyril looked at the spell on it with some headache.

Although there are annotations in the lingua franca of the continent, the content of the annotations is not exhaustive, and all spells must be recited in the original language to be effective.

"Tsk...... This must be elven, right?"

Elven, Old Elven, Dwarven, Ancient Terran languages...... Cyril could tell the types of these languages, but he couldn't read them.

He hadn't even seen the other dozen or so languages, and seeing that the time limit was getting shorter and shorter, Cyril couldn't think of a good solution.

"If it really doesn't work, that's the only way to do it. Although, the text shows that no amount of magic in Cyril's possession can work on this target.

But the ability that Cyril had mastered not long ago that was born out of the mud of sin was certainly not something that this kind of target could stop, and if there was really nothing to be done about it at that time, then this method could only be used.

But at this moment, Cyril, who had turned a few pages back, suddenly found that he could understand the words on this page.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the words themselves, Cyril could read them.

"Die-Za?" as Cyril stammered these two syllables, two magical swords condensed in front of him.

The two magic swords were dark black throughout, exactly the same color as Cirille's own magic, and although they looked like they were made of metal, they exuded a faint black glow overall.

As soon as Cyril looked up, the two swords flew towards the cortical target at great speed.

Without the slightest pause, the two long swords instantly pierced through the target, and then the long sword began to melt slightly, and the target pierced by the long sword was also gradually covered by black magic, and then traces of erosion appeared on it.

Just when Cyril was amazed at the power of this magic, the three syllables outlined by purple ink on this piece of paper disappeared in an instant, and then turned into a deep purple air current, pouring into Cyril's body from all directions, and the three syllables of this complete magic were also deeply engraved in Cyril's mind.

"Sword of the Demon Master...... Dragon's magic?" Cyril thought to himself with a slight surprise after discovering the nature of this magic.

This dragon-language magic, known as the Sword of the Demon Master, has a unique effect that reflects the user's own magical nature.

Just like the two long swords that appeared just now, the whole body is dark black, because Cyril's current magic color is also dark black.

Of course, it's not just the color, but the most important thing is the magical nature, after being infected with the mud of sin, Cyril's own magical nature has undergone some changes.

His current magic power is no longer pure natural magic power, and he is still a normal body, so he naturally can't use this magic power to fight for a long time, which is also one of the reasons why his combat endurance is insufficient.

And this magic born from the mud of sin itself has a more terrifying and powerful corrosive effect than the magic of darkness.

In addition to erosion, another effect is infection, and the erosion of creatures hit by dark magic can be at best physical damage or suppression of magic.

But the creature entangled in the mud of sin will be fundamentally altered, including his mind, soul, body, and magic.

And it was because of the mud of sin that Cyril's body gradually began to undergo some changes that he didn't know much about.

Of course, due to some special reasons in his body, his resistance to the mud of sin is quite strong, and the average legendary powerhouse will be corrupted in a day if he is contaminated with a fist-sized cloud of sin mud.

And Cyril has not been completely corrupted until now, but his own magical nature has also changed, even if the power cannot reach the level of the Evil Mud, but if the amount is larger, Cyril can now corrupt some lower creatures.

The book was so thick, Cyril didn't think that there was only such a dragon magic in it, so he began to flip through the book with some anxiety, since he could learn dragon magic, then it was just enough to fill in the strength for the next battle.

At this time, in the square, Magnos, who was watching Cyril's performance, changed his face slightly, and he thought with some consternation, "Impossible, dragon magic is born from the soul of the dragon, not to mention the dragon clan and the dragon people, even the dragon clan itself, you have to recite the syllables according to the script to release the magic, how can you directly absorb the magic itself into your soul? Even if he is a dragon, he should only be able to comprehend the dragon magic from his own soul, but he can't integrate the dragon magic into his own soul." ”

Magnos, who became more and more confused the more he thought about it, suddenly thought of another possibility: "Could it be that he is one of the three polar dragons?"

"No, as a Yaojin Dragon clan, I am very sensitive to the Holy Huang Dragon, if he is the Holy Huang Dragon, I would have found out when I was in the square before. ”

"Then are there only the Extreme Steel Dragons and the Silver Scale Dragons left, but the Silver Scale Dragons are born with a very weak physique, and absolutely no ability to fight in close quarters. But when he dealt with that little guy before, he used quite sharp fighting skills, so it shouldn't be a silver scale dragon. ”

"But this is even more strange, the Extreme Steel Dragon is known for its strongest physical fitness, if this kid is the Extreme Steel Dragon, he can smash the target with one punch just now......"

"Don't think about it, he's not one of the three pole dragons. Sensing that Magnos was thinking nonsense, Gabriela said with a smile.

Looking at Gabriela's gentle but unusually hateful smile, Magnos said with some urgency: "If you know, please tell me, this creature that can instantly read the magic of dragon language, no matter what kind of creature it is, will be of great help or threat to my dragon clan." ”

Having said that, ordinary people will naturally say it when they look at the face of the dragon clan, but Gabriela is not intimidated, first, her own strength is ridiculously strong, and second, the strength of the court hall is also extremely strong, even compared to the dragon clan.

Gabriela continued to laugh and replied, "I don't, and I won't tell you whatever you say." ”

Magnos said with an ugly face, "You woman, do you know what you're talking about, are you trying to be the enemy of our dragons?"

"What if you are the enemy of your dragon clan? You can represent your dragon clan? Not to mention you, even if there is a dragon elder, I am not afraid. If those seven old guys come out, maybe I'll give three points. But with you, the guy who came out to deceive the dragons, do you think I'm going to be afraid of you?"

Elrond coughed lightly a few times, then stood between the two and said, "Okay, don't quarrel, it's still in the game, your personal grievances can be talked about in private!"

Elrond is not only reasonable, but although he is not strong, he is a good person, and he can be regarded as highly respected, which also made both of them give him some face and shut up separately.

But fortunately, the space that the three of them were in was shrouded in special magic, and even if they quarreled loudly, the other people watching below could not hear it.

Gently closing the heavy book, Cyril smiled contentedly, he had found a total of four dragon magic in an ancient book just now.

I don't know why, but when he sees the dragon magic, it will melt into him as a stream of air, and he will master it completely.

These spells are offensive and defensive, strong and weak, although there are only four of them, but they perfectly form a combination, which will surely add a lot of strength to his next battle.

After getting the trick done, a passage had already appeared at the end of the room, but Cyril had been studying dragon magic just now, so he didn't move forward.

After mastering the magic of the dragon, Cyril walked towards the new passage, which was even darker than the one that appeared in front of him, and the light of the small fireball alone could no longer illuminate the entire passage.

Without paying much attention to it, Cyril kept walking in the dark, but when he reached the end of the passage, he found that he was not the only one who appeared.

At the end of the passage was a place about the size of the room with the target, and there were three people standing inside.

Standing directly across from Cyril was a dwarf dressed in heavy stone armor, a female dwarf who cared more about her gender than her race.

She held a heavy hammer in her hand, the head of which was twice as large as Cyril's, and the head of the hammer shimmered with a dazzling metallic glow, making it look extremely hard.

Standing to Cyril's left was one of the many girls from before, the one who had been wearing a heavy purple nightdress and reading a book in her hand, and who was supposed to be called Patchouli if Cyril remembered correctly.

Standing to the right of Cyril was a man wearing leather armor with a large sword behind his back, and two scars on his face, looking like a very standard mercenary.

After Cyril slowly walked through the passage into the room, before a few people could speak, a strong gray light burst out from the middle.