If a negotiated solution can be reached, no resort to force should be resorted to, as if in his opinion fighting the enemy was a wasteful and unflattering act. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until now, Frick had not observed the murderous aura emanating from him, and even when he was pressed by the enemy, he did not show any intention of seriously fighting the enemy. He seemed to be easily blocking between the mage and Frick and the others, and only the moment of contact did he have a head-on action.

Flick had a hard time saying whether it was some kind of tactic, but he was sure he would have a hard time reading his next move from his every move. This man may look a little lazy, but there is no flaw in his body, exuding a quiet sense of oppression.

In contrast, the inhuman mage on the other side is too imposing, and he no longer has the spare time to cast spells to suppress one-sidedly like he did against Frick, but more simply wants to kill his enemies. The blade-like air flow doesn't have the power of mass projection, but it is lethal enough just by relying on speed - if it rushes directly into the crowd, it will surely explode into countless blood mist in the next second.

But this offensive based on speed alone was of little use to the enemy he was now facing...... At least not an effective threat. That strange identity could even pass through the airtight air blades stacked tightly, and those that were really difficult to dodge would also be split by the long knife in his hand.

But his attacks are not completely ineffective, after all, the dense wind blades cannot be dodged completely by relying on evasion and anticipation of attacks. So in just a few exchanges, the overly "ordinary" thick black coat left many scars.

I don't know if it's for the task assigned by the "organization" or if he simply wants to vent his anger at his inferior skills, but his offensive seems to be more and more aggressive. The currents of air entangled in his fists and feet swirled at a faster speed, and the colorless blades that flew out surrounded him from all angles.

However, this level of attack may not seem worth mentioning to him, even if there is already a sharp air flow in front of him, he can not care about stepping into the knife formation. With a slight swing of the long knife, both the air flow that built the blade and the magic power that maintained its existence were disintegrated in an instant.

There have been people who have designed special weapons made by mixing lead in metal to cut off the magic that works in the magic, but it is only a weapon that forcibly destroys the magic power by blocking the flow of power in the Rubik's Cube, and it is completely unable to realize the envisioned idea of making the magic phenomenon disappear.

If the ingredients that make up the "phenomenon" are pure magic, then when it is destroyed, it will indeed dissipate into nothingness as if it had not existed in the first place—but most spells are not so pure. The destruction of a spell that manipulates energy will cause the power condensed in the spell to lose control, and some entities created by the spell will not disappear simply because of the destruction of the Rubik's Cube.

To put it simply, the starting point of this idea may be good, but there are more or less deviations in both the technical concept and the actual operation. Resistance spells can rely on directional deflection fields or shields that block temperature, and it takes too much skill to eradicate "phenomena" from the basics.

Not only that, but the destroyed Rubik's Cube itself contains a large amount of magic that cannot constitute a "phenomenon", which also leads to the difficulty of designing similar weapons. The moment the Rubik's Cube that contained too much mana was destroyed, the uncontrollable power would explode like a vortex of magic around the mage.

This is probably the most typical phenomenon of the collapse of the Rubik's Cube, because the part of the spell that limits the effectiveness of the magic loses its effect, and the magic accumulated in the incomplete Rubik's Cube, it will be released as pure energy. It may just be very simple light and heat, but depending on the amount of mana contained in the destroyed Rubik's Cube, the level of energy emitted can range from frightening to destroying several nearby buildings.

But perhaps it was because these blade-like air currents were not constructed by the Rubik's Cube, but were simply created by using the magic power in the body to quickly catalyze the phenomenon, and they did not diffuse too much heat after being cut off by the long knife. Frick could clearly hear the light sound of the air flow in the room as it was disturbed, but he could only observe the faint aura of the spilled mana before it dissipated.

Even while concentrating on the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest, the inhuman mages tried to attack the Fricks who were hiding on the other side of the room. However, the combat efficiency of the distracted Ta Gu was not at all as strong as when he was engrossed before, and even the walls of the city that had been repaired several times could be blocked.

Even though he sometimes sends out some slightly threatening currents, attacks that concentrate his mana are often intercepted by the long knife before they reach their destination. It was as if his every move had already been seen through by the enemy, and no matter how he moved, his flaws would be exposed, and it would be difficult to continue even maintaining an effective mana output.

"Give up, I don't know what you're so obsessed with, but this level of attack is too monotonous to match your excess mana. ”

The warrior with the long knife once again destroyed the surrounding air current, and at the same time raised his voice and said, "I don't even need to worry about them exploding if I emphasize speed and destructive power without the accuracy and logic that spells should have." I don't think you'd think you'd be able to beat me with this level of offense...... So I can tell you that I'm not the only one who exists in this kind of city right now. ”

It was a declaration of all-out war—as if to illustrate it, and he stood in front of the sorcerer, wrapped in heavy fabric, and the others in front of him, Frick, and the others. The long knife in his hand made an arc in mid-air, and then lightly rested on the right side of his body.

Restrained magic was once again released from his body, and the cold light of pale blue gradually flowed with his movements, wrapping around the long knife that shimmered with cold light. The feeling of laziness suddenly dissipated from his body, and the moment he put on this posture, the killing intent was also revealed along with the magic power.

It was colder than the magic entangled on the long knife, and the temperatureless killing intent like ice filled the space, making people shudder. If it weren't for the fact that he was now facing away from Frick, that terrifying momentum would have left an indelible impression on his cognition.

The mage who once suppressed Frick was already experienced in a hundred battles and had seen too many enemies, so naturally he would not flinch because of the killing intent exposed. But he didn't rush forward directly, but suddenly took a few steps back with a sharp movement, blocking the exit of the room.

He seemed to open his mouth to say something, but the voice did not reach Frick's ears, and in the next moment, the magic that he had witnessed before began to unfold around him again, and the unpleasant aura slowly poured out from the limb wrapped in the heavy fabric.

Frick couldn't help but gasp, the vortex of magic unfolding in front of them was completely different from what they had seen at first, and the huge flow of mana could even see some of the glimmer with the naked eye of the ordinary security officers who were hiding in the distance and had little experience in observing magic.

The two of them did not back down, and the magic emanating from their bodies entangled with each other in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to see, making the atmosphere of the entire room even more sinister. Maybe they don't fight directly anymore, but the magic that is stirring in the room now is probably more than ten times as much as before.

Flick was worried that he would be able to hold up more than three minutes under such pressure, as he almost trembled slightly from the pressure of wearing it from the front. This is not much different from the feeling of encountering a black monster on the outskirts of Lemongrass, and the nerves that are about to go crazy when they feel that their lives are threatened are constantly warned.

It's not good for the heart...... Now is not the time to laugh and say such joking remarks. I don't know if it's because his perception is over-enhanced by William Coulter's potion, not only can he see hallucinations, but he also feels that his perception of the environment has become much stronger.

Being caught up in a vortex of murderous intent was something Frick had never experienced before, and he tried his best to adjust his breathing to calm his frantic heartbeat. It was probably only a little uncomfortable for ordinary people, but the air wrapped in malice had seriously disturbed his spirit.

"I see, it seems that the old crow has really invested a lot of money, and will actually send a monster like you out to protect this kind of guy who is similar to the weeds on the side of the road. But soon, the pressure he exuded gradually weakened, and the hostility he displayed suddenly subsided, "Just like you said, we really don't have to fight to the death here, it's stupid no matter how you look at it." ”

The magic of turning around him as the core dissipated in an instant after he said these words, as if the previous sense of oppression was just an illusion. I saw him retreat slightly, and the figure entangled in the black fabric melted into the shadows as if it had melted, as silent as when he appeared.

And the man who saved them from their predicament put the knife in his sheath, and became the same featureless appearance as he had been at the beginning, with a lazy expression on his face. If it weren't for the fact that he had witnessed the previous battle a moment ago, he might have been deceived by his sloppy appearance and turned a blind eye to him.

"Tsk, that's a tough guy, isn't it?"

As Frick was detaching the fence, he wondered how to greet him, but he approached him: "I guess you are Frick Leone, I'm Curt Leonster of Patrio, and I'm delivering this invitation to you on behalf of the old crow - and by the way, to be your escort for this time." ”

Frick looked at the letter that had been handed over to him, it was tightly wrapped in a gray-black envelope and sealed with fire paint. If everything was as the young man who called himself Curt Leinster had said, it would have been an invitation from Sir Raven.

But the moment he took the letter, he felt some kind of foreboding.