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In the empty main hall, the corners of the gloomy-looking middle-aged mage's mouth were still twitching slightly, and he stood straight, his hands raised towards the door in front of him, he had not stopped cursing Lynch, and the circular magic shield around him was still floating, as if nothing had happened.

What's going on?

And he only had time to look at the hollow in his heart, the spear that seemed to be ordinary just now, and the trajectory could be clearly captured, was so ordinary, ignoring all the defenses arranged around him, ignoring the magic shield he had imposed, ignoring his hardened skin, and just piercing his heart directly.

In a way that he could not understand.

The mage slowly knelt on the ground, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth that no longer squirmed, and a strange rune gradually appeared in the center of his eyebrows, allowing him to breathe all the time and stay alive, not to die so ridiculously just because of the simple blow of the throwing spear.

And he hadn't even been able to see Lynch's face clearly.

At the moment when Lynch threw his spear and hit a mage, Lynch could detect that all the mages around him were moving, whether they were slightly stronger or even at the same level as Oliver, they all began to approach the room.

What's the use of approaching? The mages didn't know how to fight, and they even completely forgot that they weren't ordinary people, and simply thought that numerical superiority was everything. Thinking so, Lynch once again lowered the lower limit of his assessment of the combat abilities of these mages, and the long sword re-condensed in his hand, accompanied by the fine sizzle of the sword.

In fact, Lynch misunderstood, and the group of apprentices in the outside world made a look of eagerness just so that one of the adults involved in this incident could pay attention to them.

But how could this lord pay attention to these peripheral cannon fodder at this time? He was just shocked by the throwing shot that Lynch had just thrown.

As the principal who improvised the plot to take revenge on outsiders after the other party stepped into the exchange again, the lord had already received a warning from the Wells Mansion before the matter became a complete mess, and the other party was not a party to either of the previous conflicts.

So what?

As one of the heads of the main city, Wells, who had already been disgraced in the previous conflict, just wanted to get some ground back, and as for the consequences of other things and once again stirring up conflicts between outsiders and local mages, he believed that he was a candidate for the next council, one of the younger Wells's favorite juniors, and he could bear it, completely.

Beware of the kind of attack you just had. Wells thought so, and the rune engraved on the side of his cheek was extinguished, and this rune involved the souls of nearly a hundred people here to ensure that they would not lose their lives immediately in the coming conflict.

But how do you prepare for it?" Wells thought to himself, and motioned for all the mages to go to the antechamber where Lynch was, intercept him, and attack anyone in the antechamber with whatever attack he could. Including Oliver and John Sr., who is still dying.

"Forward. Such a voice rang in the ears of all the mages, and they looked at each other, hesitating, waiting for the first person to take a step forward.

Lynch wasn't going to just wait for the other side to come in like this.

He held his long sword in both hands, but did not let it touch the floor, the electric light on the sword body became more and more dazzling, and he could feel that several mages who had the ability to pay attention to the long sword in Lynch's hand had paid their attention to the long sword in Lynch's hand, which contained terrifying power.

"Come here, come to me," Lynch said, his hands trembling under the burst lightning, "Hurry up." ”

"Huh?" Lily froze.

"Let's go!" Perlicius dragged Lily, who was still concentrating on the active ball of flame on his palm, to Lynch's side, and at the same time, Oliver, who had been driven back by outsiders, also approached with great eyes, still holding the unconscious old man in his hands.

"Stand behind me and don't move. Lynch instructed, and just as he was about to thrust his sword into the ground, there was a muffled sound, and a dark light pierced the thick wall in front of him, and flew towards him at a rapid speed along with the smoke.

Everything around him began to slow down, and the strange smoke gave Lynch a very dangerous feeling, and Lynch immediately gave up his plan to use the AOE bombardment wave next, let go of the long sword he had been suppressing, and threw it towards the dark light.

The sword swirled in the air, and the electric light exploded without Lynch's suppression, and with a scalp-tinging sizzling sound, the tip of the sword collided with the dark light.

Lynch turned into an electromagnetic cloud floating in the air when the lightning burst out, and then swelled violently, protecting the few people behind him from the effects of the explosive lightning. In the face of the burst of lightning, a cloud of lightning incarnated by Lynch also completely absorbed the lightning damage that erupted towards them.

"Ding. ”

With a crisp sound, Lynch accurately captured the sound of his sword in the spreading lightning.

His sword was destroyed in a collision with the black smoke object.

After absorbing the lightning that spread towards his side, Lynch immediately returned to his normal physical state, and his previous form was very draining of his energy.

The mages outside the house and the mages who surrounded them on all sides in the main hall were not so lucky in the face of the lightning burst that Lynch had accumulated.

The first is the mage in the main hall.

A small group of people were surrounding the middle-aged mage who had just cast a spell on Lynch, one of the women was holding a handful of feathers that looked quite bright in her hand, chanting words to the middle-aged mage, and then a faint light flashed in her hand, and with the gradual disappearance of the feathers, the hole in the middle-aged mage's heart began to slowly heal.

"Don't move," she whispered to the middle-aged mage, "this is not enough to heal your wounds, and you will still have to rely on Lord Wells's spell to survive." You're careless. ”

The middle-aged mage could only make a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, he really didn't carelessly.

"It's coming!" shouted a mage standing in front of them, and at the same time, everyone felt a threat from the front hall, and now they couldn't see the situation because one of the mages had just resealed the door with his spell ability.

Then there was a tingling sound.

The mud and stone wall tiles in front of them shattered again, and the entire room reinforced by runic magic began to shake, and a torrent of electricity rushed towards the group.