He appeared so suddenly, like a shadow emerging from the darkness, that even the close mage didn't notice a person behind him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing the man behind the enemy, Frick almost missed out on his miss, but he barely managed to inject half a beat of his magic into the right place. In the next moment, the cannonballs that came out of the mage's fingertips hit the almost flawed spots.

A plain black coat, a rough hand-woven plaid scarf, and nothing else that could be considered a characteristic. If he hadn't noticed something unusual, he would have thought that this man might be a resident of this building, and he had accidentally strayed into the battlefield.

The state of the battle did not allow Frick to be distracted by the strange man who appeared near the battlefield, and the magic of the magician never stopped urging like a storm. Rubble of various sizes was swept up by the powerful magic of the swirling shape, and after accumulating a certain amount of strength, it shot like cannonballs from the mage's side to Frick and the others, leaving gaps in the walls of the transformed city.

Frick wasn't alone, but the guards behind him also looked surprised by the sudden appearance. But I don't know if this sorcerer is too focused on mobilizing magic to bombard his own defenses, and he doesn't notice the aura of the figure behind him at all.

Rather, he seemed to see Flick's mistakes as a sign of his invulnerability, and the frequency of his attacks became more intense. The entangled magic enveloped the rubble with a mysterious glow, increasing both speed and strength.

Frick had to increase his mana output once again, putting what little power he had left into the spell to barely maintain his defense under the increasing onslaught. But the raft he threw had become dilapidated in the ongoing war of attrition, and it seemed that a few more strokes would be torn apart by the oncoming magic.

"How, are you ready to make the trade-off?"

As he spoke, he urged the magic, "Are you going to give up your resistance and hand over your head so that those watchdogs can escape in disgrace, or do you want me to break your fragile skin, and smash them to death one by one in front of you, and then deal with you?"

The almost one-sided abuse that had continued made him feel that he had a great advantage—but he didn't notice that while he was thinking about how to further intensify his attack, the man in the thick coat was also approaching him with brisk steps.

I saw him shake his hand slightly, and a long silver knife with a recurved blade suddenly appeared in his hand, and the blade that flashed with cold light longed for the blood of the enemy. The blade of the long knife was obviously not forged from steel alone, and there was a pale blue glow flowing under the silver metal, like the white moonlight of winter.

There was a cold and piercing magic flowing in the recurved long knife, and they were just right integrated into the blade, and there was no excess of power overflowing.

Unlike the magician who forcibly used his magic to hide his form, Frick couldn't see how he was hiding his aura. But he apparently quietly crossed the magician's sense of magic and appeared behind him without warning.

The most terrifying thing was that Frick didn't detect his killing intent - he didn't even intend to attack, he just walked casually on the edge of the battlefield, as natural as breathing. Frick was sure that he was definitely not a phantom, but there was no initiative in his actions.

It may be said that he does not feel the will of a living creature in the man's actions, but if he is a puppet manipulated by man, then his actions seem too casual. His steps seemed messy, but in fact he took every step according to a strange pattern, so that there was not a trace of dust on the ground.

His movements were as agile as a cat, and in just a few breaths from the moment his figure appeared behind the mage, he had already used his strange body technique to bypass the counting line set up by the other party, and he didn't even make a single movement. As soon as it was too late, the long knife in his hand had already made an arc, and the silver cold light reflected the brilliance of the magic seeping out, stabbing at the sorcerer's body wrapped in black fabric.

Still silent, the long sharp knife sliced through the heavy black fabric, bursting with sparks like a bullet in the same position. The strange fabrics resembled metal armor with the shape of cloth, impenetrable even with magical blades.

No—the long man-infused knife in his hand clearly played a greater role than the ordinary projectile fired by the mechanic's gun. Although the heavy fabric resisted some of the force of the slash, the pale blue magic was still released with that slash, turning into an illusory blade with a cold glow that tore through the heavy black fabric, leaving a scar on the body guarded by the strange "armor".

In an instant, green blood splattered from the fabric torn by the long knife, and the blood of a suspicious color seemed to have a strange poison, and a string of bubbles spread the moment it spilled on the ground. This sorcerer is not human...... In other words, he even has a completely different color of blood from all the sapient beings in Frick's knowledge, and although he has a human-like form, it is very different in nature.

At the moment when the long knife tore open the sorcerer's body, he finally sensed that someone had taken advantage of his unpreparedness to attack, and his body jumped far away as if he had been electrocuted. Frick could clearly see that the strange magic that had been swirling around him contracted at a point at a rapid speed, and then exploded at an exponential speed.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Frick's ears that he didn't know what "something" was, and if he had to describe it in words, it was that countless voices that had been gathered together broke through the shackles at this moment, and the sorcerer exploded in everyone's ears.

It was a terrifying sound that almost tore apart people's eardrums, and the moment it exploded, not only Frick and the security officers, but also the man who had quietly burst into the mage's side to attack, was robbed of his power. They staggered backwards several steps in unison, and their bodies staggered, as if the sudden roar not only shook their ears, but also bombarded their souls.

Frick swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and only then did he realize that the magic he thought was entangled in the mageman's side was actually the voice he had "collected". The reason why he couldn't hear any movement around him at all was not because he had the ability to isolate the sound in that range, but because he further gathered the figures in that range around him, and then restored them to magic and used them.

The magic accumulated in the battle before was released in one breath by the man's surprise attack, and his movements became a little chaotic due to panic, and he was no longer as leisurely as before. Although he quickly changed to a ready-to-fight stance, perhaps the slash that tore through the protection made a deep impression on him, and the inhuman mage deliberately kept his distance from him with his blade in his hand while showing hostility.

The unpleasant swirling magic that entangled around the mage dissipated with the burst of sound, and the power and speed of his projectiles diminished. As a result, he no longer chooses to use rubble as his main weapon, but instead manipulates the air around him, turning them into sharp blades.

It looked like a spell-induced anomalous "phenomenon" from which the flow of magic could indeed be perceived, but Frick clearly saw that he was not weaving any spells. It's like an innate ability, and every move will cause phenomenal changes, producing effects that people think of as spells.

He was faster than Frick had expected, as if he had been attacked only by simple carelessness, and when he was serious about engaging the man, Frick could barely see what he was doing. He didn't need a cold weapon like a sword at all, because this body was the most suitable weapon for him, and with a single wave of his hand, it could produce a razor-sharp current, enough to even cut the rubble left on the ground in two.

The inhuman sorcerer quickly approached the man with the long knife, and every punch and kick entwined with the visible air current, emitting a sharp popping sound. It is conceivable that with such a strength far beyond ordinary people, even if he fights with an enemy with a sword with his bare hands, he will not be at a disadvantage.

Frick had thought that he would be able to fight him even if he had lost that terrifying layer of magic, but now it seemed that he had misjudged - he was just enjoying the process, and if he fought Frick seriously, the fragile barrier would not hold up for even a minute.

That inhuman mage obviously had a wonderful ability to manipulate supernatural powers, and his physical fitness was obviously far better than that of Frick, who had only been slightly trained, and if it weren't for the man's unique fighting skills, I am afraid that he would not have been able to retreat from his attack.

"You see, we don't have to fight to the death here, do we? I would say it's best for you and me to take a step back - you shouldn't waste your efforts here, after all, your target this time is not as defenseless as the booksellers of the past. ”

But no matter how strong the attack is, as long as it misses, it doesn't mean anything - the man with the long knife skillfully dodges punch after punch, and still has the strength to persuade the other to give up. He had not shown any hostility until now, as if he had never seen the Wizard as an enemy.

Frick didn't know if the man who had suddenly appeared was friend or foe, but he didn't want to be an enemy of the black-clad sorcerers who were fighting in Lemonglas at the time. But at least judging from the current situation, he is not a companion of these men in black, but instead he is here to help Frick.