A new method of not alarming was born, which was to punch fast enough to make people fly out of sight in the blink of an eye, while controlling the vibrations of the air and cancelling out the sound. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a huge cemetery in Ulric City, and Zhao Mai will try to preach to his priests, like golf, one by one into the crater and keep them in the company of the bones. The eight-eyed sword honestly floated behind him, his eyes looking at the afterimage that disappeared into the sky, and then at Zhao Mai's fist, revealing a look of envy.

At this moment, a continuous trumpet sounded in the city of Ulek, and the daily city-wide prayer began. All the inhabitants, slaves, soldiers, and slave owners, knelt facing the mountain. The priests sang hymns in unison, changing in tune with the melodious tone of the trumpets.

Dressed in a bright red robe with a large tail, a high golden crown on his head, and a bone scepter with an obsidian ball in his hand, the Witch King Hamanna slowly stepped out from under a white feather fan supported by a group of slaves to the platform. He wears an amber mask and a so-called emblem consisting of three centripetal "6s" on his forehead. As he walked, he hailed landslides and tsunamis, and when he stretched out his hand, the city fell silent.

This seemed to be a good opportunity for a sneak attack, and Zhao Mai finally resisted the urge to sneak over and slap his face. Seemingly ordinary platforms, in fact, are heavily protected by magic, and they will not be visible if they are not attacked. When Tyre assassinates Karak, it is also necessary for Satili and Cotander to destroy the magical protection before Rikas's Heartwood Spear can be used.

Magic is not Zhao's forte, but brute-force cracking is always a viable option. The platform on which Hamana stands protrudes from the cliff and has arched supports underneath, surmounted by four cable-stayed cables. The end of the platform, just above the city, can be seen clearly from any angle.

Zhao Mailuo turned to one side and drew his long sword from the scabbard. Dealing with things like energy shields, vibranium is obviously much better than his own fists. The eight eyes of the eight-eyed sword spun around excitedly, looking for their target everywhere. Zhao Mai obviously had a plan, and flew up with a phantom shift.

The magic array near the platform really reacted, and the resistance to Zhao Mai's teleportation increased rapidly as it approached the platform, until it hit a tightly textured wall. He had to jump out of the teleportation and reappear, standing right on the cliff above the side of the platform. Due to the need to change the physical state of the Phantom Shifter, the Eight-Eyed Sword cannot be teleported by this spell. It hurriedly flew over by itself and took the initiative to stuff the hilt of the sword into Zhao Mai's hand.

In this way, everyone will see them. Dogian covered his forehead, unable to believe his eyes. "Why don't you sneak attack?!

Hamanna is not an idle person, and naturally he has already seen Zhao Mai. His gray-blue eyes shot through the gap in the mask and shot the fury of the violation at Zhao Mai. "Ignorant and impudent reptile, you have committed blasphemy, and God condemns you to death!"

Dozens of priests held aloft the emblem while pointing their fingers at Zhao Mai. In an instant, golden lightning and white flames shot at each other, like a salvo completed by the most elite archers. Hamana's mask hid the cruel smile on his lips.

He had seen countless enemies die in flames and lightning, and even giants would burn, leaving only charred bones. This golden lightning bolt and white flame were spells he created specifically to destroy trolls. His predecessor had lost favor due to the disadvantage of exterminating the trolls, and he naturally had to do better to gain Rajat's favor and become the current Witch King.

Zhao Mai blinked, jumped off the cliff calmly and unhurriedly, and landed near the platform. It stands to reason that the flames and lightning were extremely fast, and no bow or crossbow could match them. However, under Zhao Mai's calm movements, the spell seemed very slow, and the contrast made people feel uncomfortable. He didn't look at Hamarna either, but at the priest closest to him. "Hey, you're empty!"

"God has given me the strength to fight evil!" the priest flicked his right hand in the air, pulling a long whip of energy that shimmered with golden light directly from the elemental plane. I have to say that these spells invented by Hamana are all excellent. Surrounded by red flames and golden lightning, this long whip of energy made a buzzing sound as it shook in the air, and its momentum was amazing.

"God said, 'Kneel, repent!'" The long whip slammed into Zhao Mai's cheek, probably wanting to wrap around its neck twice. The idea was good, but it fell into Zhao Mai's trap. He reached out and grabbed the long whip of energy in the air, letting the lightning and flames rush towards him. His psychic abilities form protection, and these elemental energies will "slide" away on the surface of his body, and they will not hurt him at all.

An energy channel connecting the inside and outside of the platform appeared, which was exactly what Zhao Mai needed. There is no doubt that the location of this energy channel will be less powerful than the other places. Hamana's eyes widened, and he instantly understood Zhao Mai's intentions, but before he could shout, "Let go of the spell!" Zhao Mai had already stabbed a sword along the energy whip.

Ripples appeared out of thin air, and the magical energy extracted from Atas's life force showed its power, trying to push the foreign object that pierced his body out. However, when vibranium is affected by a strong external force, it only becomes tighter and harder, and does not transmit resistance back as a result. Zhao Mai used this piercing gap to stuff the psychic ability into it, and then suddenly stretched it open.

A spherical gap appeared in the platform's protection system, and Zhao Mai walked in. With a force of his hand, he pulled the energy whip and threw the priest who was attacking him behind him. Countless attacks came at his back, and he took a step sideways, retracting his psychic abilities. The platform's protective spell returned to normal, keeping those countless attacks out.

The spell explosion was as brilliant as fireworks, and the color of the platform shield was constantly changing like a kaleidoscope, which was the background color of the battle between Zhao Mai and the Witch King Harmana. The Witch King took a deep breath, and the crown, mask, and robe fell off together. He was wearing a bone cuirass, polished as smooth as jade, so that it was impossible to tell what kind of bone it was made of.

Several female slaves holding feather fans have long been brainwashed and have no ability to judge dangerous situations at all. They dropped their ritual utensils, brandished their nails and teeth, and pounced like mad. The last three priests on the platform, holding their scepters, surrounded by "sacred" energy—nothing more than a mixture of light and flame—also rushed towards Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai slashed back and forth a few times, and the ordinary people were all chopped up, and the priests with better equipment and protection were all flattened or slapped away one by one, in short, they left the platform. The eight-eyed sword was still as clean as new, and Zhao Mai said: "Hamana, don't think about escaping, your only chance today is to go all out." You've killed Myron, and I'm curious to see where you've come now. ”