Gwen ...... Did you refuse you at a cocktail party?" he asked coldly. This is the best hypothesis Moyer can make. He didn't think Gwen was the kind of girl to hang out with psychopathic magicians, so it was likely that the bastard avatar had spoken to her at some innocent social event or something—he could believe it. If anything, Gwen had her mother's gift for attracting attention, for better or for worse. With her face and legs, not many young people could resist an indifferent princess. Young cocks like Edgar have a low tolerance for shame.

"Party?!fuck party?" Edgar tore open his robes, revealing the pale flesh underneath.

"You're too skinny, Gwen doesn't like it. Moyer sighed. Today's children are hot-headed.

"Shut the fuck!" Edgar jerked off his clothes, revealing his clockwork limbs. His face was bloody. "Your bitch-raised daughter gave me this! She snatched my arms and legs! She snatched my face!"

Moyer whistled and was impressive.

"I guess you didn't listen when she told you — didn't?" he quipped pleasantly, knowing that when a lady says "no," they may just be saying "no." Reading context is an art, but if you're not sure, stop. ”

Edgar looked like he was trying to gouge out Moyer's heart and eat it bloody.

"You think you're funny?" he demanded.

"Everybody knows I'm funny, yes," Moyer laughed and the corners of his mouth twisted, do you know I shouldn't be working today? ”

"I think death is too easy for you. Edgar's words were filled with poison and spat out of his lips towards Moyer, who looked at the stains on his overalls without verbal disgust.

"I want you to know what I'm going to do. "Edgar seemed to calm down and began to speak, I'm going to saw off your arms and legs. Then I'm going to cut out your tongue. You'll just turn into a fleshy stump with a thirst for death. But you won't die. We will heal your wounds and make you suffer. ”

"Young people. "Moyer gasped coldly, have you ever thought about meeting a psychic mage to look at your attitude?"

"Laugh now," Edgar continued, but when I find your daughter, do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to show her your short, pitiful, and then she'll share her fate with you. I'm going to cut off her long white legs, cut off her arms, tie her to a harness, like this......"

Moyer watched as Edgar's expression changed from anger to lust and then to dazzling desire.

"Do you like it?" "Okay," Edgar eagerly continued, do you know what's next? Her dual talents belong to me and all of hers. She'll just be a sow, a fertile little carnivorous machine, in the service of my litter of Void Mages. Your children, my slaves for hundreds of generations. What do you think?"

"She's a Void Mage?" Moyer's surprise was entirely sincere. "Oh God. Really?"

"You don't know?" Now, it was Edgar staring at him, his voice incredulous.

"Nope. I don't want you to be held hostage.

"I'll judge," Edgar calmed down, and now let's see what's in your head. ”

Edgar put his hand on Moyer's forehead.

Moyer felt invisible dust magic move behind him. An incredible force made it impossible to move his wrists and ankles, paralyzing his physical movement.

"I'm not looking for a son-in-law," Moyer sarcastically said take your dirty gloves off my face, kid. ”

"Shut up!" his attacker howled again. "Give me your memories!

The Dust Mage's puppet is weak on all fours. The rest of the mages stopped and stared. Now the joints are covered with a layer of white crystals, which makes the clockwork malfunction.

"Flesh and blood," Moyer incantated, without any obvious emotion.

Without warning, the world turned white.

"Ahh

"My legs!"

"No! no!"

"I can't see it!"

"Master, help us!"

"It hurts!

With the last syllable of the summoning, Moyer's hidden transmutation was activated. It eats traces of salt, which used to be so carelessly scattered on the ground, tiny and tiny, that it seems to be part of the dusty decoration inside the sandstone. Relentlessly, these active grains of salt now stick to the attacker, piercing into the flesh and bones.

Edgar's servants were immediately buried with salt in every inch of their bodies, and as the salt increased, they grew larger and denser. When the deadly pain paralyzed the mages, Salt began their terrible work. In a few moments, the water in the body of the Moyer attacker was quickly drained. In addition to this, Moyer stood motionless like a statue and didn't even notice the dryness.

Half a minute later, the spell began, and all the organic matter turned into powdery white rock salt.

"You know," Moyer said softly to the young man lying on his back, and in my culture, salt is used to ward off evil spirits. ”

Edgar staggered back, already with the spell in his mouth. His mind was a mess of psychedelia, a desire to escape and thwart all rational thought.

He must buy time to activate his teleportation. The train station has stopped, because the man is now powerless. The only failure of their plan was the loss of his men.

But why was Gwen's father a salt mage? Edgar struggled to breathe because it was the pain that tormented his body. Why does the smallest level 6 teleporter mage act as a low-level purr in a shield station?

But none of that matters anymore.

He had to live to tell the story.

Edgar believed only in his own abilities and unique ability to survive during his lifetime. His mistress might ask him later, but what would he do to a salt seller, who had previously rejected his intoxicating memory. But how is this possible? Only professional military mages from first-tier cities have been trained in immunization against psychic magic. But Sydney is a remote frontier! Moyer should be a low-level barrier mage!

Soon, Edgar used his pain to distract himself and complete one of his best spells.

"Kill the clouds!"

A mustard cloud suddenly appeared where Moyer was. However, to everyone's surprise, the acidic gas hissed at Moyer's salt-laden skin, unable to effectively combat the self-replenishing barrier.

Edgar's eyes bulged out against their sockets.

He had heard that salt was a very versatile element, supreme defensively, and easy to manipulate, but that was ridiculous. What is this person's affinity?

"Dust!get him away from me!" Edgar ordered, his golem's legs darting across the gravel floor.

With a roar, people familiar to him rushed over, bringing with them some salt, paper, and dust from the dead.

"Banish the evil!" his opponent incantated nonchalantly. Obey His word, like an evil spirit banished by a hand filled with salt, and the dust no longer exists.

"You fucking banished my acquaintance?"

Edgar learned a lot of new things today, such as the fact that even in the Frontier there is a spell that forces the familiar to return to the pocket. It takes time, vitality, and mana to summon someone he knows again, and Edgar can't let that go. Only middle-class confessors possess this spell, and only they come from the Center for Magical Studies.

"Is there anything else you have to say?" Moyer asked nonchalantly, I'm not a patient person. ”

"Bug plague!" Edgar retaliated in desperation with another spell he was proud of, summoning a swarm of stinging insects to harass his victims and drain their vitality.

"Banish the evil!" Moyer incantated, throwing a handful of salt with his ornate pen.

Once again, the magical creature vanished without a trace.

Edgar is now on the verge of upset hysteria, having never faced someone like Moyer in his full 25 years. As a descendant of an aristocratic family, he rarely faced setbacks, except for his misadventures with Gwen. Now, in the hands of father and daughter, he tasted the bitterness of defeat.

Edgar half-wildly pulled out a scroll and began to read its contents, oblivious to Moyer's presence.

"TV..."

"Disintegrate!"

Edgar's mind was on fire.

Impossible! impossible!!" he screamed. Disintegration is the 6th layer!How could a mage in Sydney cast a spell in such a short period of time?

A bouquet of hoarfrost hits Edgar's puppet arm, and naturally turns into a pile of salt. Edgar tossed the teleportation scroll in the middle, and the precious parchment fell into a crystal clear pile, as white as falling snow.

"Disintegrate," Moyer repeated the spell, leaving Edgar unable to stand on one leg. With a sympathetic expression, he walked towards the two-legged man.

"You know, I'd love to know who your parents are. ”

"If I told you, you wouldn't dare touch me!" Edgar screamed at him. "My father will skin you alive! Your relatives will be made into living specimens as a warning for the future!"

"It's terrible," Moyer chanted, "who is your father?"

Edgar remained silent, crawling with his remaining arms and legs. Moyer watched with interest as the child took out another scroll from the ring.

"Terrible ...... I ......"

"Disintegrate!"

Moyer had to admit. There weren't many spells left on him. The third shatter missed—Moyer had intended to hit the boy's other hand with it, but now he took the child's arm off his shoulder.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry, it's been ten years. I didn't practice. ”

A pile of salt was poured into Edgar's meat. Screaming at the oppressed, the same as he had heard so many times before.

Moyer picks up a ring from a salt heap and collects his ill-gotten gains.

"Oh my God!" he muttered, impressed. He recited a few incantations to eliminate the tracking function. "Your father must be a scary person to give a kid like you an accidental teleportation ring. You know, one of them that will keep me stylish for the next ten years. ”

Below, Edgar began to whimper. Salt mixed into his wounds. Moyer knew that the pain was intense, like ten thousand insects biting off a person's shoulder.

"Please, Ed's voice..."My father ......"

"Where did I hear that before?" Moyer stoicly looked at his prey. "You know, I'm not usually an angry person, but when you start babbling about Gwen, I don't think so. ”

Moyer raised a bootie. The Engineer's overalls have steel boots that resist dense crystal drops.

"What... What are you..."

Moyer stomped his foot heavily.

A wail began to echo through the room, a chilling trill, beginning with a beastly baritone and ending with Castro's orgasm.

"Yes, you see, when you talk about other people's children, you have to respect them. Moyer tapped his pocket and pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes I mean, really, man? Who taught you to talk like that? Are your parents inbred?"

"I-I-Father will find you-him" Edgar groaned wetly, squirming in pools of blood and vomit.

In addition to the duo, the damaged crystals are also trembling. Its resonance destroyed the entire system, sending the surrounding stones and the space station into a vortex of disaster.

"What are you trying to achieve?" said Moyer, lighting the lamp.

"I am... I can't die here - I'm - Father

Edgar, whatever his name, helped in the end.

Moyer gasped and watched as the cigarette rolled up and writhed.

Did anyone else send out a distress signal before they died? Any fluctuations in the shielded net should be automatically transmitted to the tower. Everything Edgar and his men do here should be visible from the smallest divination machine.

Next to Moyer, the corroded crystals buzzed and began to reach critical mass.

Moyer pulls out the teleportation scroll that Edgar left behind.

"Thank you Mao. Moyer smoked a cigarette and imagined flying out. ”

Moyer suddenly had a flash of inspiration and found himself next to the Queen Victoria Memorial. He didn't know how trustworthy the scroll was, so he chose a familiar and public place. Several mages glanced at him, quickly nodded in apology, and hurried away. Anyone who used the seventh layer of spells stood in their place and questioned. The Noems, however, looked at the best of them in amazement.

In the distance, explosions were heard on the surface of the sea - first one, then a dozen. As the wildlings stopped and continued their hard work, Moyer saw several mages receiving information spells, and immediately began to panic.

After a few more puffs, he finished his cigarette. They, he took out his information device, dialed into the classification symbol of the shield station.

"Mass suicide. "Moyer doesn't want to explain too much, he's already smeared enough on himself to last a lifetime Listen, the point is, they have an insider, someone gave them the symbol code to shield the stones, and now we're all in trouble. I'm going to look for my children, because I have nothing else to do here, the toast of the city, and we should call the troop carriers. So, what about my son?"

"Kelly?"

They found the boy's match. He is—

The spell is gone. It was still ringing, and then it was gone.

"Gunther?" Moyer had nothing to say. The spell is gone. No, the whole network is dead. "Fuck. ”

Moyer tried again. The information spell no longer works. He looked up to the sky, but couldn't see the tower. No matter what happens, Magic Fortress is not a battle mode.

"Rossbeja......" Moyer muttered to himself.

There is no doubt that the city will fall.

He has time, at least a few hours.

Moyer remembered Edgar's schadenfreude.