All the while, the instinct to fight drove Maffeo to make choices that he didn't intend. But this time he didn't expect that getting close to the magician would be so difficult that it would feel almost impossible for him to accomplish. Indeed, perhaps being killed in an instant is the best outcome. But now, the magician had a playful mentality.

Maffeo swung his sword into the air again, and then received a severe blow to the mage's back in the next second, and he actually smashed the magic staff on Maffeo's back instead of using magic on it. He knew that it carried with it an insult, an insult to the fighters. No warrior wants to admit that he has fallen to the upper hand in close combat, and that the opponent is still a magician.

The concept of a magician is actually very vague, and perhaps only the magician himself can tell the difference between each magician. And for ordinary people, witchcraft exists with their existence. Some extreme fellows even think that they should all be burned at the stake, but alas, magicians seem to be more favored by the monarch.

"Let me tell you, ghost swordsman. The magician stopped his attack and spoke to the gasping Maffeo.

"What do you want to say?" said Maffeo, gritting his teeth.

"As you think, pay attention to everything in front of you, and don't be deceived by illusions that are too real. The corners of the magician's mouth curled up in an arc that made Maffeo feel unpleasant, with a hint of smugness. Then lightning bolts capable of splitting people into a pile of scorched earth flashed over Maffeo's head, who rolled to the side with his consciousness, and the lightning bolt moved with Maffeo's pace.

Maffeo, who had thought he had escaped, was once again threatened by lightning, this time more ferocious than ever. Until the lightning slashed straight through his body, and after the terrifying white light disappeared, the greatsword and his body flew in two different directions.

The magician looked at the great sword that had slipped under his feet and said contemptuously. "The ghost swordsman who has lost his weapon, it seems that there is no suspense anymore. ”

Maffeo coughed up a mouthful of blood and dragged his scarred body to his knees. "Can you answer me a question?"

"I'm not in the habit of answering dead people's questions. The magician said coldly.

Although the other party had already made a judgment, Maffeo still asked. "Why did you choose to help the Dark Order?"

Unexpectedly, the magician stopped his tracks, and he looked at Maffeo with interest, who was no longer able to resist in his eyes. "Interesting, I became interested in this issue. Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to find out who you really are. Maffeo sneered.

The magician crouched down and pressed Maffeo's greatsword to his throat. "There are many ways I can kill you now, but I have to answer your question, and that's a real headache for me. Because I have to make a choice, it's not an easy thing to do. You know what? There have been other guys who have had a lot of problems like you before, but in the end, they're all in the company of flies and dirt. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, magician. ”

"Well, I've decided to answer your question, maybe it will make you die without any regrets. The magician said with a shuddering smile. "First of all, I have to make it clear that I'm not helping them. They, like the Order of the Clergy, are just a tool. Let's put it this way, in ordinary terms, they are faithful believers in different gods. But from my point of view, they're just a tool, a tool to accomplish a goal. It can also be said to be a piece of the puzzle, a piece of the puzzle for the final victory. ”

"Who do you represent?" asked Maffeo.

The magician pouted, "Who knows? Now, you can die." ”

Even in retrospect, Maffeo would have said that he had taken the initiative to join the battle foolishly. And what happened in that short period of time, he could not recall a clear situation in any way. All he knew was that if it weren't for the help of another guy and the beast inside him, he would have become a ghost under his own sword.

This is not the first time Dominic has disobeyed the orders of the Order, and this time will not be the last. After noticing that Maffeo was in a bitter battle, he broke away from the ranks of the priesthood and turned back. And at the moment when the magician was about to kill Maffeo, he quickly threw a victory spear at the greatsword. The spear flew faster than the mage's speed of action, so it was frozen in mid-air before the greatsword cut off Maffeo's head.

The magician looked surprised, and at that moment, Maffeo seized his chance. The best option to deal with these mages is the anti-magic bomb, and he quickly pulls out an anti-magic bomb from his pocket, and the other party reacts at the same time. The speed of his reflexes sent Maffeo into a cold sweat, though the magician's movements slowed a little from a normal distance of a few feet.

Maffeo threw the anti-magic bomb into the magician's chest head-on, and the cyan psychedelic light exploded in his chest. At the same time, Dominic made a well-timed gesture that made the Spear of Victory disappear from his greatsword. Maffeo leapt up and grabbed the greatsword, but the magician was still unable to use any magic under the influence of the anti-magic bomb, which was fatal to him.

With eyes full of thirst for blood, Maffeo stabbed the greatsword into the magician's chest fiercely, as if this was not enough to satisfy the beast in his heart, he immediately stirred the greatsword in the opponent's chest 45 degrees, and then cut the opponent's body diagonally. The mage let out a piercing scream, blood gushing out almost all over his and Maffeo's faces. Finally, when Maffeo drew his greatsword, he slowly collapsed to the ground like a mollusk.

Maffeo gasped, and when the red glint in his eyes faded, reason returned to him, though it wasn't anything to be feared by him anymore. "You're alright, ghost. Dominic stepped forward and asked.

"I'm fine, thank you. Maffeo put away his greatsword and thanked him.

"We don't owe each other anymore. Dominic spread his hands. "Now, before Master Golantis is embarrassed, I have to get back into my group. You'd better take a break, your companions will help you. He snorted at Warhammer and Blackburn, who were coming this way.

"I will, Dominic. Maffeo nodded. [.]