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The huge black horns seemed to be alive, constantly surging with the surging demons around them. It's not so much hard as tough. If anyone could actually touch these terrifying horns. Then he will find that in reality they are not much harder than soft iron. But if you want to destroy them. You'll know that it's going to be harder than pulling through the most flexible rope in the world.

Above it, there was a dim halo of light all around, and yes, it looked so hard that it shimmered with cold light. Actually, it was just a phenomenon that echoed the two scythe staffs overflowing with demons.

For sheep, the horns are used to defend themselves. Well, for Kerr, this pair of huge bone horns will be the biggest barrier to his "micro-manipulation".

It's like an antenna stuck outside your head that will exponentially magnify Kerr's perception and realize every trace of demonic tide flowing around you. Achieve maximum impact on each unit's Spirits with minimal effort. This is called "micro-manipulation". It is also the best measure of the strength of different mages at the same stage.

Even if a trainee mage who follows the rules becomes a legend in the blink of an eye, the fireball technique he unleashes with the same power will not be fundamentally different. But for the young Proteus, an almost negligible spark could form a prairie fire in the blink of an eye.

This is called spiritual application. But the old mage prefers to call it the understanding of the self. ...... Know yourself, discover yourself, and control yourself. Therefore it is not trapped.

At this moment, Kerr had the perfect upper hand with the black bone crown that had just grown. The soul mapping released by the black magic horn brings ...... Archmage-level "micro-manipulation".

The ogre, who had just been promoted to the rank of sacrifice, was huge. But if you really count it by age, it is even seven years younger than the young Kerr. For such a half-grown "child", relying on talent to regulate the direction of the angry ogre horde is enough to exert his mind. And if a high-level mage who is far superior to the strength of the same level is making trouble next to him, it will be even more upsetting.

The roar of war resounded regularly throughout the gloomy battlefield, pointing the way forward for the ogre's march. But whenever a roar sounds, there is always an incongruous noise that confuses its unique meaning. It's like a giant's roar suddenly breaking down into the noisy cries of countless children, which is upsetting. Even Quill didn't need to do anything, just a slight flick of the direction of the air vibration could turn the unguarded signal in the vicinity into gibberish that no one could understand. Looking at the little ogre's unfeigned irritability, it was clear that he had not yet learned how to circumvent this interference.

With the chaos of the other party and the absolute precision of the night walk of the hundred ghosts, the necromantic side unknowingly occupied a subtle upper hand. However, the situation of everyone is not as good as imagined.

Igusi silently passed behind a careless ogre, with two palm-length short blades in his hands, almost handleless, but bringing out only a slip of white fat. And the ogre's ordinary kick directly understands the life of a human who accidentally fell on the sand.

The boy was speechless and looked at the ten-meter-tall muscular man in front of him. This one doesn't have the one-meter-thick cushioned fat of those ogres. The blue muscles are tense together as if they are about to jump out, and they are simply magnified several times by a fitness expert. However, as soon as he used all his strength to slash down, he didn't even cut through the outermost musculature, and he was bounced back by his subconscious instinctive reaction. If it weren't for his quick reaction, the moment the brute warrior just stomped into the ground would have been enough to make him lose his combat power.

Without a large crossbow bolt or a large amount of black powder, it would have been impossible to kill such a thing.

When it comes to their advantage, their physical defense is too high...... , their attack power is too strong...... , their fighting spirit is too high, but that's not really the point. It should be said that they are too ...... for humans and necromantic knights It's huge. Even the fourteen-meter-long wasteland salamander on the field could only jump up to the neck of an ogre. Moreover, this only existence that can compete with ogres is too eye-catching, and it has long been dismantled by the group of ogres who rushed up.

On the field, only an antbear covered in bones can do nothing to make an ogre with a brain full of muscles and muscles. However, an antbear that is only four meters can do nothing against the ogre.

Unlike the fantasy fist-to-flesh fights, the innate height difference creates a different way of fighting here. ...... Take the foot to step on. Yes, just take the foot, you read that right. The surprisingly wide feet and foul-like size to support the body led to this farcical chaos.

After all, no one would go to the trouble of making an enemy too short to catch with their hands. And, it really works.

...... Above the completely unobstructed dark wilderness, a swarm of behemoths trampled the ants on the ground back and forth like madmen. With their stout heavyweight build, they can trample almost everything to pieces.

The strength of those living dead skyrocketed after resurrection? No kidding. It's not bad to run two steps to scare people with such a pile of old bone sticks, and if you step on two feet from this monster measured in tons, it is estimated that the bone foam on the ground can be brewed and drunk dwarven wine.

The seemingly menacing Necronomicon Legion has a subtle upper hand, but it is dwindling at a terrifying rate. On the other side, the chaotic ogre group is slowly advancing like a tank with high attack and defense. It's all it takes to be able to hold them here. If he wanted to further expand the results of the battle, Clio, who had just fought hard and flew out, could only say...... Hehe.

On the other hand, Kerr, who has always confronted the most threatening object, is very laid-back. An antbear with only bones left is really a nice piece of armor. Let the one-eyed ogre outside knock and beat me, and I will not move. The whole process only requires a few ropes to hold yourself firmly in the antbear's belly after provocation, and everything is good.

However, in addition to emitting soul mapping interference and provocation, the young man who suddenly did not move had some other troubles. But it's clear that this is not a good time to settle it out.

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"It's not far enough. Kerr looked through the gap in his bones to the place where the old mage had gone. Obviously after the baptism of the blasphemous prayer, a worried look suddenly flashed in his eyes, but then it was replaced by numb indifference again. But if you really think about it, the so-called indifference becomes more like a kind of greed in disguise.

"It's not far enough......"

The purple-eyed boy muttered to himself.