Norman swung his dagger once more, slashing across his thigh.

His left arm was hanging at his side at the moment, and the clothes on it had been cut into strips of cloth, tattered, and his skin could be seen through it, and there were strips of cuts on it that were hideous and terrifying.

Although under his powerful self-healing ability, these freshly cut openings have been closed and no longer bleed, but he is not a god after all, his self-healing ability is only strengthened, but not to the extent of immediate recovery, so these cut openings are still in a state of skin and flesh rolling.

And the most terrifying thing is that these rolled up flesh turned out to be a mixture of white and pale red.

Under the massive bloodletting, the blood pressure on this arm is no longer enough, and the magic contained in the blood is no longer enough to support the rapid flow of mana consumption, which is why Norman now cuts his thigh.

A knife slashed through the artery at the base of his thigh, gushing blood, and the incomparably pure and huge magic power also flowed out, volatilizing in Norman's spell.

Because of the massive blood loss, Norman's face turned pale at this moment, there was no blood on his lips, and his whole face was gray, and he looked very terrible.

No matter how strong his physical fitness and self-healing ability are, his hematopoietic ability is far from keeping up with the speed of his bloodletting.

Cold, very cold.

This is what Norman feels most deeply now.

It was a white day at the beginning of autumn, and the sun was still mild, but he shivered as if he had fallen into the middle of winter.

But the scariest thing is not this, but the spell.

"Clothes are ...... with the son"

The more this "Qin Feng Wuyi" is recited later, the more magic power is required, which makes Norman wield the dagger faster and faster, but later, the speed of bleeding from the thigh artery cannot keep up with the volatilization of magic power.

Norman could clearly feel that as the speed of the blood could not keep up, the huge and incomparable magical aura around him was faintly and irregularly, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

He had a feeling that if he couldn't control the spell, the furious magical energy would blow it to the ground, and he, the spellcaster, would be the first to turn to ashes!

This caused Norman to lower his eyelids and glance at his lower abdomen.

Lancelot immediately sensed his intentions and hurriedly said, "No, if you continue like this, you will die!"

With Norman's glance, everyone in the live broadcast room can clearly see Norman's current situation: the blood flowing from his left arm and thigh has completely stained his lower body red, his pants seem to have been soaked in a pool of blood, and the original ephedra has turned into the current blood red.

At his feet, a large pool of blood formed a scarlet lake of blood around his feet, and the strong smell of blood could be felt just by looking at it.

I don't know how much blood has been released, and if it were a normal person, he would have fallen down a long time ago, that is, Norman was physically superior to barely stand here.

After hearing Lancelot's words, Norman smiled bitterly in his heart.

He didn't know that if he bled more, he would be in danger, but if he didn't bleed, he would be even more dangerous, and this spell was like a double-edged sword, and he was already riding a tiger. But he had to maintain the spell, and he couldn't tell Lancelot about it.

And at this moment, he heard the exclamation of June beside him.

"Meteorstorm!"

Meteor storms?

What seems to be a level 9 spell that fell from the sky?

Norman subconsciously looked up and saw a meteor dragging a long tail of fire falling rapidly in this direction, and his eyes couldn't help but widen suddenly.

Norman didn't have time to think about it, gritted his teeth, and stabbed himself in the lower abdomen, cutting his belly!

"Master Wang Yuxing ......"

Under the gushing of a large amount of blood in his lower abdomen, the magic power suddenly became pure and thick, and he also read the next sentence smoothly.

But he was too late, the meteor had already come diagonally above the envoys, and the next moment it was about to hit the crowd!

At such a close distance, Norman could even see that the meteor was the size of a small building, the core was pitch black, and a thick layer of white flames was wrapped outside, even if it was still some distance away, the incomparably hot aura had already hit in advance, and his eyebrows seemed to have burned!

It's too late!

Everyone looked at the meteor with despair in their eyes.

At that moment, a blue ray of light shot out from the side, shooting diagonally towards the meteor!

The blue light was very thin, and it looked like it was only the size of a child's arm, but after it came into contact with the meteor, a magical scene happened.

The meteor began to disintegrate from the top, splitting into something like a particle and dissipating into the sky!

This change started from the top and spread rapidly backwards, and then, under the gaze of everyone, the meteor quickly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost in the blink of an eye, and all the meteors that had fallen violently just now turned into light particles and dissipated in the air, leaving no trace except for the scorching air temperature.

"High dismantling magic!"

Norman recognized this level 6 spell at once.

There are very few people in the envoys who have the strength to cast this kind of spell, and Hardy is one, but he is now fighting the lightning storm in the sky with all his strength, and he can't spare his hands to cast it, so there is only one spell caster left.

Norman turned his head sharply and looked to the left, and sure enough, five or six paces to my left, Agnes was standing there, still holding a wooden staff in her hand, pointing to the sky.

This higher dissolving magic was unleashed by her.

However, a level 9 meteorstorm is not something that a level 6 advanced disarming magic can compete with, she just delays for a while.

The second meteor has already fallen in this direction!

Agnes was not idle, and recited incantations as quickly as she could, intending to dispel one more meteor, and did not say anything like running - in fact, they had nowhere to run now, and they were surrounded by enemies, and if they flew into the sky and could not move, they would only become targets for the enemy, and die faster.

Norman also knew that their only chance of survival now was to complete the spell once and for all, to see if they could defeat the enemy, and there was nothing else to do, so he hurriedly recited the spell.

"Fix my nail ......"

The chanting of the spell did not go well, and as he spat out one ancient phrase after another, he could feel the magic in his blood rising wildly, and in the blink of an eye, almost all of them were gone, and his next sentence was held in his throat for the time being.

Even if it cuts the lower abdomen, the amount of blood is not enough!

At this time, the second meteor had already come to the sky, and Agnes shot another high-level dismantling magic to melt the meteor, but she herself sat down pale and fell to the ground, trying to open her mouth, but she could not spit out the full spell sentence.

As a one-star blue-robed mage, casting two level 6 spells in a row has already drained her magic power.

By this time, the third meteor had been falling down without stopping.

There is no other way.

Norman's eyes were fierce, he was resolute, he raised the dagger in front of his eyes, and as soon as he bit his teeth, he stabbed his backhand towards his heart!

"Don't!"

Seeing Norman's movements, Lancelot had already guessed his crazy idea and quickly shouted.

Agnes's eyes widened when she saw this, and she suddenly got up from the ground and rushed over to this side.

Hardy subconsciously wanted to instantly send a mage hand to stop all this, but he was so distracted that the light blocking the lightning storm shook, and the mage hand could not be released smoothly.

The other noble mages who had run out of magic stared blankly, not even having time to react.

But even if they reacted, it would be too late.

Poof!

With Norman's best efforts, the dagger smoothly stabbed him in the chest and into his heart.

Wow!

Norman pulled the dagger out with another backhand, and the largest stream of blood so far spurted out of his chest, blooming in the sky.

Everyone around them widened their eyes and looked at it with a shudder, Agnes stopped her steps and stared blankly, and Master Hardy's hand finally came out smoothly and pulled the dagger out, but it was useless.

The light curtain above the envoys' heads lost Hardy's magical support, and it shook more and more, and was slashed by a lightning storm on the verge of collapse.

The third meteor was already approaching everyone's sky, and the scorching heat was felt by everyone below, and the blood stains on the ground were slightly warmed.

As Norman's heart bleeds, the magic around him grows richer than ever, and he can finally recite the last spell.

“...... Let's go with the son!"

After reading this sentence, Norman was relieved, his mind went blank, and he seemed to return to his mother's amniotic fluid, unparalleled light.

In the real world, the ground near the envoys suddenly shook violently like an earthquake, shaking so much that no one could stand, and the soldiers were caught off guard and sat down on the ground one after another, rolling on the ground.

Thundered

There was a huge hollow sound from underground, and the ground cracked one after another, and as the cracks expanded, from time to time someone screamed and fell.

All this Norman did not know, with the heart pierced, his consciousness had been emptied, and he was no longer in the world.

But immediately, a sharp pain pulled his consciousness back.

He struggled to look down, trying to open his eyes, and saw a sharp bone spur coming out of his heart!

He just stabbed himself, but this bone spur really penetrated his heart, and it really hurt his heart.

Under the severe pain, Norman didn't know where he got the strength, and roared wildly.

"Ahh......h

But when his voice passed through his throat and came out again, it had become a different voice.

"Roaring ......"

It was a deep voice, but with an inexplicable supreme power, and the soldiers of the Durham Free Army and the Legation Corps couldn't help but feel fear from the bottom of their hearts after hearing this voice, and they couldn't hold the weapons in their hands, and thousands of people fell on the ground and shivered.

The brown-haired young man in the distance knelt on the ground and struggled with a hideous face, his eyes were bloodshot, but Stanley beside him was not in much pain, and he was looking at a scene in the envoy group at the moment, his eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself.

"Dragon ......"