That night, Lear rests in the magical guild of Hermit City, while Kunsha takes the Crystal Dragons to the pond where the hydra is domesticated.

This arrangement was agreed upon by Lear after Luken and Tuze had been discussed, and there was no way out of the Hermit City where there was no place for twenty crystal dragons to inhabit except for the Hydra Pond and a large dry land.

As for whether Ruken and McLind would take advantage of Kuntha's absence to their advantage and take his head to West to receive the reward, Lear believes that they don't have the courage to do so, and that he is far from being as fragile as he seems.

The magic elements gathered around him like a flowing river, red, green, blue, white light and darkness, he basically didn't need to meditate when he stayed in Spartacus, and the blessing of the dragon god would allow him to maintain more magic than he could maintain several times more than he could at any time, so he hadn't done this homework for a long time.

During the day, in order to traverse this ghost weather and the crumbling valley, he released the Extradimensional Gate twice.

The most advanced forbidden spell of this wind spell has a great loss of mana, because he did not start attacking the city immediately after arriving in Hermit City, in addition to giving Tu Ze time to persuade him to surrender, he also needs time to recover.

That short half an hour was probably only enough time for Lear to recover the magic of a mid-level spell, so he began to meditate when everything was arranged, because tomorrow would also be a hard work.

The night was quiet, except for the elemental particles that flickered in the pores of his skin, and the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing was probably left.

The two magic vortices in his body swirled slowly, like an elegantly trained aristocratic gentleman, taking small sips of those elemental elves, like savoring a wonderful cup of afternoon tea.

This long-lost tranquility made Lear feel a little relaxed, and he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time after the endless fighting, and after relaxing, a faint feeling of exhaustion climbed up his spine.

Like a gentle hand brushing the back, reaching the cervical spine and then to the temples, and then rubbing it there with the right amount of light and weight, rubbing away tiredness and wrinkles, and then bringing heavy sleepiness.

Lear blinked.

A white light suddenly descended!

It was like the thunderbolt that suddenly fell from above the nine heavens after the thunderclouds collided and roared to the extreme, and after roaring, it came to the land with a breath of destruction.

All obstacles will turn to ashes in front of it, and no living creature will be able to sustain it for even a second under its divine power.

Lear had never seen such a light, not even when confronted by the sirens and Aphrodi.

Can't hide!

When he felt this way, a violent sense of decadence instantly captured his heart, "Forget it, die, I'm so tired, what are you struggling with?"

He wanted to shout, but his vocal cords seemed to be stuck, and not only that, but the gas inhaled into his lungs now seemed to be an expanding poison, blocking his trachea, blood vessels, and esophagus, making him unable to make a sound and even blocking the flow of mana.

Can't die!

Lear finally got over that great fear, but he only had time to move his body a little to get out of the way of his vital heart.

His palm flickered with a fierce green light, and as soon as it moved to his chest, the white light that seemed to come through the void slammed into his heart.

The condensed magic shield was torn and pierced like a fragile piece of white paper, and then Lear only felt his palms and chest numb, and that feeling was like being pierced by an extremely sharp blade in an instant, and his fragile body was like butter cut by a burning hot dinner knife.

A fist-sized hole of terror appeared under Lear's left shoulder, and the white strain instantly pierced his body back and forth, and the ribs and shoulder blades that protected his heart shattered in the blow, and the blue crystal light sprinkled on the terrifying wound, and even the beating of the heart was clearly visible.

"Poof!"

Lear spurted out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and a sharp pain immediately hit his brain, and the hot blood finally found a gap to break through the body's restraints, surging out of his body like a spring.

It was the first time since Lear came to this world that he had been hurt so violently and realistically, and his fear of death and strong desire to survive made his willpower explode to a peak in an instant.

He struggled to make his whole body faint and tumble on the ground several times, and in the process, magic shields fell in front of him, until his body was completely hidden behind the thick pillar, and the cold feeling of extreme imminence of death was slightly diminished, and his face was already as pale as paper.

Large pieces of cold sweat dripped down his forehead and cheeks to his chest, and then mixed with those dark red blood pooled together in several flowing grooves on Lear's clothes, and he gritted his teeth to perform several healings on himself, but the damage caused by pure magical elements that did not contain holy light was very limited to this fighting spirit.

Whenever those jumping water elementals tried to repair the broken wounds and stop the blood gushing out, a dozen spiderweb-like fierce qi would immediately appear inside and tear them to pieces.

"Kunsha. ”

The rapid blood loss made Lear's even more and more blurry, almost unfelt, and a cold, desolate feeling that seemed to rise from the ground beneath him quickly took over his whole body, and invaded his mind all the way down the thighs and lower back spine.

He seemed to hear Thanatos' arrogant laughter in his ears, and in the last moments of losing consciousness, he finally struck a spiritual connection with Kunsha.

"Roar!"

An angry dragon roar resounded through the night sky of Hermit's City, and Ruken and Tuze hurried to the clearing outside their residence, staring blankly at the dead silence of the town, not knowing what was happening, McLind and a dozen witches soon arrived, but then they felt a strong tremor from the ground and rushed towards the location of the Magic Guild.

An ominous premonition came over the trio.

At the same time, about a kilometer to the right of the Magic Guild, on top of the nest of poisonous flies towering into the night, a black shadow that had merged with the black shadow all over its body and only its eyes shining like stars quietly slid down from the giant tree.

He was as harmonious as the spirit born in the night, and the posture of sliding from the tree was even more close than that of the tree serpent, and the robe made of unknown fabric did not make a sound when rubbed, and the bow on his back did not sway for half a minute in the whole process of falling.

"Poof. His toes landed in the pile of rotting leaves under the tree, making a slight sound like a dung shell mantis turning over, not even as startling as the rustle of the evening breeze through the tips of the grass, and then he fell to the ground on all fours like an agile leopard, and with a few leaps he fell into the pitch-black sewage.

The cold, damp night wind dropped a few leaves on the water, which soon overlapped with the ripples of the black shadow falling into the water, and the unknown insects made a few low chirps in the corners, as if to see off the brilliant dancer back to nature.

The shrill sound of flutes soon resounded in all corners of the hermit city, it was the swamp people who warned the enemy of the attack, but the evening breeze was shallow, and there was nothing left in this place.

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