The deterrent power of sword-wielding hermits lies not only in their inhuman combat prowess, but also in their own temperament.

A temperament that is more ruthless than swords, magic, and firearms.

It's as if the statues of knights in the city with greatswords have stepped down from their pedestals and rampaged across the road.

And now, under the majestic rain, a majestic and tall figure was standing silently in the middle of the street, his robes and the armor covered by the robes were imprinted with a large number of basic ritual patterns, and under the combined effect of these magical patterns, an invisible barrier constructed by magic enveloped the sword-wielding hermit's body, so that when the rain fell, it would separate itself beside the silent figure and slide down the transparent wall.

The sword-wielding hermit was not much different from the other one Xiuge had seen before, the difference being that the current one did not wear a metal mask, but instead had a wooden face with numerous scars that looked like stone carvings.

On this face, there were a pair of eyes that exuded a cold luster, and at this moment, these eyes were staring at the magic pendulum hanging under the fingers, constantly swaying back and forth.

Unlike the bargains offered to guards and police officers, who could only catch visible traces of magic, this pendulum for sword-wielding hermits was often deliberately crafted in the shape of a thin-scaled sea serpent that would be connected from end to end.

In the ancient legend of Merlin Lehe, the graceful and highly intelligent sea serpents can feel the slightest fluctuations in the magic of the ocean, and the invisible spiritual ocean that connects all the living beings of Vann can also be sensed by the Sinar Sea.

The purpose of shaping the magic pendulum into this shape is to hope that the sword-wielding hermits who are the blades of the Dharma's Laws can accurately capture and distinguish all the anomalies of their magical powers, just like the scaly sea snakes hunting, accurately find all the mutineers and wild mages for the Dharma, and completely sweep away these unstable factors.

"Click...... Click......"

The Magic Road Pendulum shook steadily, and with a slight sound, the faint traces hidden in the moist water vapor were finally successfully captured by the Magic Road Pendulum, and the fine-scaled sea snake carvings coiled into a ring began to rotate slowly, and the deep magical light like sea water slowly flowed out from the sea snake-like pendulum, and they were suspended all around, and gradually spread out under the rain curtain.

As this blue light extended and spread, the invisible traces finally appeared.

It was a faint line of magic that could barely be seen, and the sword-wielding hermit squinted slightly, and he saw it stretch along the wide path and eventually drift into a dark shop.

"Found you."

A hoarse voice came from under the hood.

The silent enforcer slowly turned around, and slapped the palm of his right hand on the magic book on his waist three times, and a series of stream-level and raindrop-level basic protection and auxiliary magic, such as "Sword Blade Protection", "Evil Spell Protection", "Arrow Offset", and "Keen Perception", were immediately applied to the sword-wielding hermit, and for a while, the luster of these magic spells hooked and fused with each other, and the ice finally disappeared in the burly body.

After this, the sword-wielding hermit drew the sword he had brought with him and added a large amount of demonic silver, and then walked in the direction of the shop.

Naturally, it was dark and dreary in the clothing store, but neither the darkness nor the huge glass windows with patterns could affect the sword-wielding hermit at all, and through the darkness, he accurately judged the situation in the clothing store, so he no longer hesitated, immediately ripped off a magic book page, and pressed it hard against the wall of the store.

A bizarre and spectacular scene appeared.

The store's massive glass windows and doors crumbled in the blink of an eye with a sudden tremor, but the sabotage that should have made a loud noise didn't make a sound, and the shattered glass shards, wood chips, and masonry powder flew out under the influence of different magic, and in the midst of these flying debris, the sword-wielding hermit stepped into the devastated shop with heavy but silent steps.

He put away the pendulum of the Demon Path, no longer needing its help, the body that had taken countless potions and endured countless rituals had clearly sensed a strange fluctuation of magical power, like many of the novice wild mages he had hunted in the past, disordered, confused, and with a seductive smell called panic and fear.

Past experiences and the depressing life of daily life have almost erased all the ordinary desires of sword-wielding hermits, and it is precisely for this reason that they are always obsessed with fighting different enemies, because only when they encounter their own targets and prey, they can give them enough stimulation, and it is precisely because of this that a considerable number of sword-wielding hermits are always obsessed with torturing and killing those who dare to offend and rebel against Merlin in various ways.

And those wild mages who have just mastered the magic power, who are unable to fight against the sword-wielding hermits at all, and only know how to escape, are the best targets.

The burly figure took a step deeper into the store, a sinister smile immediately appeared on the ugly face covered in scars, and the sword-wielder immediately locked on to his target, which was the staircase on the side of the store, and it was clear that his target had fled to the second floor.

He took a heavy breath and strode towards the stairs, he couldn't wait to see the rat nailed to the wall by his sword, and when he did, he would be able to snap the other man's limbs as he had done in the past, slice through his flesh little by little with his knife, place the summoned magic maggots into the wounds, and use his psychic interrogation to drain the last shred of his sanity in his cries......

However, the moment the sword-wielding hermit stepped onto the stairs, a thin figure suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs, and as the figure raised his palm, the magic in the air immediately began to surge, and the darkness that enveloped him trembled as if it had life.

The touch of Calron, which is regarded as the "manifestation of the will of the sea god", rushed towards the sword-wielding hermit above the stairs like a black wave, and these tentacles gushed out from the palm of Shuge's hand as if they had their own will to disperse in mid-air, three of which pounced on the waist and legs of the sword-wielding hermit, two of which were wrapped around the target's arms, and the end of the remaining tentacles emerged one after another hard keratin, wrapped in this shell, These tentacles immediately turned into spears that pierced through the human body, and stabbed at the sword-wielding hermit in various places.

However, as a spellcaster in the Legion Council, the sword-wielding hermit revealed a completely different side from ordinary mages at this moment.

The long sword in his hand suddenly raised, and slashed at the black tentacles that were rushing towards him.

The blades that had been forged with a large amount of precious demon-strangling silver had an astonishing effect at this moment, and the menacing magical tentacles began to crumble on the spot the moment they touched the blades, but in the blink of an eye, the tentacles that tried to pierce the sword-wielding hermit's body from the front had all turned into black powder.

The smile on the sword-wielding hermit's face became more and more distorted, he took a step forward, and the blade in his hand continued to slash, trying to completely tear apart the magic used by the other party to block him, but at this moment, he felt serious resistance, and when he looked down, he saw that the two tentacles extending from the side actually wrapped around his legs and feet at some point, so the blade in his hand immediately turned around and cut off the tentacles that dared to block him on the spot.

But that's not all.

Looking at the endless stream of black tentacles in front of him, the sword-wielding hermit sensed something unusual.

He realized that although the magic used by the other party was not very powerful, the strange nature of the magic it displayed was similar to that of ordinary raindrops and streams

More tentacles appear at the caster's call, and they scramble towards their targets in front of them, even if they dissipate on the spot under the restraint of the Strangler, but do their best to hinder their advance, or

The sword-wielding hermit faintly sensed a hint of something unusual, the magic used by the other party was not very powerful, but the nature of the display was completely different from the ordinary raindrop-level and stream-level magic, you must know that even those complex summoning spells would collapse due to the disturbance at the moment of encountering a large amount of demon-strangling silver.

But these tentacles are different.

Although they can't stand up to the Strangling Silver, they only begin to collapse when they come into contact with the blade, and each of these tentacles seems to be an independent entity, no matter how slashing or smashing it is, there is no way to effectively stifle them!

"Funny guy."

Realizing that his prey was extraordinary, the sword-wielder immediately let out a low roar, and the long sword in his hand danced fiercely, the broad and sharp blade forcibly tore a gap in the tentacles, and he stepped forward, using the magic attached to his body, using brute force to forcibly tear off a tentacle that tried to bind him, and then rushed towards the place where the wild mage had stood.

However, Shuge had long since left the place.

After invoking the vast majority of his magic power and forcibly unleashing a large amount of Calron's Touch, Shug immediately abandoned his original vantage point, and quickly retreated to the other end of the second floor of the store, pushing the window open with force.

Rolling thunder and heavy water vapor rushed into the room, and in the midst of the rain on his face, Shuge took out a metal orb from his pocket from his pocket with a somewhat trembling palm.

Now, his life and death have been completely pinned on this alchemy bomb that he can't trust at all.

"A whole basket of swamp witches' fresh hair...... Don't let me down in such a foul-smelling quid pro quo. ”

Xiuge turned his head and saw that the burly figure with a sense of oppression had already arrived on the second floor of the store, and immediately stopped hesitating, and pressed his thumb down the metal machine on the alchemy bomb.

A metal crisp sound came from Xiuge's palm, and the power contained in this alchemy bomb immediately began to operate, only to see countless fine and dangerous green fluorescent lines appear on the original silver-gray smooth metal ball, these ugly lines quickly spread towards the surface of the ball with the center of the machine, but in just two breaths, it almost completely filled this alchemy bomb.

"Wild Mage ......"

"Wild, you're big!!"

A dull voice came from the staircase, but Shuge didn't bother to respond, he shook his hand vigorously, threw the alchemical bomb that had begun to vibrate violently into the center of the room, and then rolled over and climbed up the second-floor window, and just like that, he jumped out of the street outside in the pouring rain.

There was no roar, no fire and no waves.

None of the images that fit Shogue's imagination of the "explosion" happened.

Shug landed down the street, and with the elevation of his frail body by his magic, he rolled on the rain-soaked road in some embarrassment, and was about to roll over and get up, when he suddenly felt a terrifying tremor in the air.

An extremely pungent smell of terror rushed out of the two-story building, and at the same time, through the flash of electricity in the night sky, Xiuge caught a glimpse of a terrifying scene that completely exceeded his expectations.

In the middle of the clothing store, large masses of black shadows wriggled and exploded, they seemed to fill the entire building in an instant, but that was not all, in the stench that was enough to suffocate people on the spot, these horrible curls spread like overflowing water, quickly extending along all possible breaches, the windows on the second floor, the breaches in the walls on the first floor, became their chosen targets.

Xiuge scolded in his heart, such a picture was too terrifying, and he didn't dare to continue to stay in place when he saw this large mass of indescribable, terrifying stench of hair spreading towards the area where he was standing.

In this case, whether or not the sword-wielding hermit could survive such an environment, Xiuge was destined to have no way to check it, and he only felt sorry in his heart for the precious magical items and equipment that the other party was carrying, and then immediately ran towards the end of the street.

The weather effects of the "Poseidon Roar" were continuous, and the rainstorm would continue all night, and in the rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning, the black substance, which resembled the hair of the swamp witch, continued to stretch slowly, like the greedy roots of some kind of plant, constantly burrowing into all the crevices that could accommodate itself, and finally, after completely covering the entire store and the large street in front of the store, the terrible change slowly stopped.

This night in the city of Salem is destined to be silent.

Everything was covered in a thunderstorm, no one knew what was going on on the street near the council's residence, and when the other council casters followed the stark wave of magic, all they could see was a house filled with foul-smelling black hairs.