"True power is within reach of all around you, so why go so far as hell to bring reinforcements?" Siegel took a deep breath, took two steps back, and let go of the hand holding the defensive staff. On the fingers of his hands, the power of different elements condensed on the tips of his fingers, and only the two index fingers were empty.

Emptiness is for better absorption, so that it can be a breeding ground for spells. Siegel is proficient in elemental energy, but not in the case of fireballs or ice storms, but in the purest elemental nature of spell summoners.

Ordinary otherworldly summoning is nothing more than a projection monster, which kills nothing but leaves, and there are special spells that can counter-summon it. Reese opened the spatial rift and dragged the devil's body over. This is certainly more powerful, but the process is much more complicated than summoning a projection, and it is also costly.

Destroying spatial rifts requires a lot of mana to support it, and it's half the effort. While not beyond Siegel's capabilities, he has new ideas he wants to try. With the help of the Mir Core, he has tested the power of elemental aggregates many times, and has learned a lot in this regard, but he has never used it in combat.

"It is said that the devil's physique has good resistance to many elements. Siegel smiled and said, "But I've always wondered if it's resistance to elemental spells, or the elements themselves. I guess they're not elemental insulating physiques. ”

Siegel pointed his index finger, and a rainbow-colored ray struck the devil's right shoulder. There was no sound, no light, no explosion, no movement. The devil was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "What kind of spell are you?" Tickle it? Even a tricky ice ray leaves a white mark. Are you using illusion?"

"Look closely. Red-skinned idiot. Siegel pointed. Just as he thought. Pure Elementals can avoid the Devil's spell resistance when they don't have a spell structure. It's like spell resistance is not immune to the fire and ice of illegal spells, and it is not immune to the acid and poison produced by illegal spells. Resistance is against spells, not the elements themselves.

Siegel projects pure elements into it, but instead of simply firing them, they attract and entangle each other and come together at designated locations. He's making elemental aggregates at a fixed point, but this time it's in the devil's body.

A bulging bag spawns from the devil's shoulder. Even the skin was transparent, but the devil still didn't feel any pain. There was no pain that frightened him, and he didn't know what to do about it. Not only the devil, but even Reece paused for a moment and watched with curiosity at the effect of this spell.

Elemental aggregates begin to writhe, but without follow-up force, it is difficult to maintain a stable form. The first thing to be thrown out was the qi elemental power, which was the lightest, so it caused a bulging bag. The three elements also have a chance to form a stable structure, but when the fire element is thrown. Immediately, a violent elemental reaction occurred.

The frenzied energy of the four elements erupted and exploded outward inside the devil's body. A fist-sized spherical hole in flesh appeared on the Devil's right shoulder. Strong body tissues play a negligible role in the face of elemental aggregates.

"Yes, there is a cracking effect, there is a rudimentary form of material annihilation, just like the Mir Nucleus. Siegel was still experimenting with his magic, intently appreciating the power of his new methods. "I've always wondered what the power of Myr's nuclear would be if it collapsed, but I didn't really try it. Just a fraction of the elemental aggregate could explode like this, and the Myrener Core would not be able to raze the entire Heim Territory to the ground. ”

The flesh of the devil wriggled and wriggled, trying to heal and regenerate. Where would Siegel give him this opportunity, little by little, his index finger shot five identical rays, hitting different positions on the devil's body. After a while, several large bags bulged, and the devil screamed in horror, brandishing his flaming sword and slashing at them, trying to cut them off. He managed to cut off two on his chest and arms, but what about the one on his head, did he still have to behead himself?

He yelled and immediately fled into the spatial rift, and once back in Hell, he was able to cast a shapeshift, abandon the "infected" parts, and survive with his strong physical recovery ability. In the cracks of the spatial rift, he couldn't do anything, which was really bad for him.

The devil wanted to escape, but Siegel didn't chase after him, because it was no longer a winner. Reece is not stupid, and he will definitely not waste any more strength to maintain the spatial rift, and the two mages immediately enter the second round of confrontation.

"Heavy fog!" Reese shouted, folded hands leaning forward. A thick gray-white fog instantly filled the room, and each drop of water in the fog weighed several pounds, so the fog was heavy enough to restrain movement and crush the backbone. The lab was filled with the sound of things being crushed, and various reagents and materials were mixed together and turned into useless waste flowing on the ground. Reece believed that Siegel must be trapped, and it was difficult to even lift his hand and raise his head, let alone cast spells.

That strange ray is so powerful that even the devil can easily kill it. The poor creature was blown to pieces before he could fully return to Hell, only to unleash a vicious curse on its summoner via the telepathic connection. Reece wasn't worried about this level of curse at all, but he didn't want to test his body with the power of the rays.

This is definitely a new spell that is difficult to resist with the existing system of defensive spells. The phrase that a mage is able to deal with all situations is a compliment to a mage, but it is an exaggeration to say that the mage should be able to deal with all the "known" situations. In the face of the unknown, no matter how good the spellcaster is, he needs to investigate and study before he can have a way to deal with it.

Because the water droplets are so heavy that they have a different effect on the light than usual, the view is severely disturbed in the heavy fog. Spells that rely on vision, including real gaze (true vision), are greatly diminished and must be done by other means.

"Spider senses!" Reese would use the heavy fog, so he had been prepared. He casts a spell to increase his tremor perception. It's like a spider entrenched in the middle of a spider's silk. Movement of Siegel's body. Even if it's the vibrations of the heart. It's all going to pass through the ground and be caught by Reese.

However, when he finished casting the spell, he could not find Siegel's figure, and the only vibrations in the range of his trembling perception were the crushed potions dripping to the ground. Excluding all impossible explanations, the remaining possibilities, no matter how bizarre, should be the result.

Could he be able to fly in the Heavy Mist? Reece couldn't believe it. The spider's senses can only feel the vibrations of solids, and cannot know the changes in the air, but this defect should be compensated for with the cooperation of heavy fog?

Reece pondered for a second whether or not to remove the Heavy Mist spell, still having trouble deciding. There are already too many weird things to encounter today. It is not good for you to go on in the fight. He began chanting a spell to undo the dimensional anchor spell that controlled his ability to move in space, and then left the place to fight again another day.

"You can't leave here. Siegel's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, but there was no tremor in that place to perceive the message that was coming. Reece left it alone and continued to pull out the spatial anchor chain. "You can't leave. Siegel's voice sounded again from in front of him, then overhead, and even under his feet. "Don't you understand? I will also Knox the spell, haven't you figured it out?"

"This ...... Is it all fake?" Reese looked around, the spells in his hands failing out of fear. What a terrible thing it is to be controlled by someone. How could Reese not understand? He wasn't ignorant of the spells of the Knox Guild, the weird tricks. A means by which a person's soul and mind can be completely controlled...... Reece had seen the walking dead being controlled, and he didn't want that to happen to him.

"I don't believe it. Reece shouted, "I didn't get hit, you're lying to me!"

As his words fell, the surrounding fog was dispelled after a burst of light, and Siegel hovered quietly in front of him. He's really flying, Reece gasps, how did he do it?

In an instant, Reese unleashed four spells, and lightning and flames flew towards the place where Siegel had manifested, enough to destroy a house. The magic struck Siegel and then penetrated, failing to have any effect on him. Siegel's figure reappears from another place. The spell slammed into the wall, and there was a violent explosion. But in the midst of the flames, Reese still felt cold.

"I'm Siegel, what can't happen?" said the young mage flying in the air, "The destruction of Knox is in my hands, and the great cause of the elves has come to an abrupt end in front of me, and even the Lord of Knox in the void can't help me." The ones you have at your disposal, blood magic, mind control, are just some of my abilities. As long as I want, I can use my infinite elemental power to cast Knox's spells, and one person can reproduce the emotional circle of the Crimson Spire! Of course, you don't know how you got hit, because you are far inferior to me. ”

"If you enter my mind, then this is my home field, and I can call on everything!" Reese cried out: "I will make the whole world my use, deprive you of your powers, and prevent you from casting spells! In my mind, I only need a very small amount of power to pluck a thousand jun, and you will fail with me! Even if I destroy only one of your psychic projections, I will not let you take away my free spirit!"

"You're right, you can misestimate a little. Siegel landed on the ground and pointed around, "You can't move anything here, because it's not your heart, it's mine." I'll cut off a little piece of your soul one at a time and bring it in, over and over again, and I'll eventually get the information I want from you. ”

"This can't be!" Reese roared frantically, casting his magic. The image of Siegel in the air was gone, and the magic traveled through the past and exploded in the room before Siegel reappeared. Reese realized that he had done another useless job, and finally believed that this was not his home field, and looked at Siegel with red eyes, and said breathlessly, "You cut off my soul, how many times?"

"This is the sixth time. Siegel said: "You've used similar tactics all six times, and there's nothing new for me. Although I know the technique of the Knox Guild, this is the first time I have used the technique of cutting souls, and I am still a little unskilled and wasteful. By the way, you also have a soul-cutting component in your Gummy Warrior spell that I learned to use. How's it going, how does it taste on yourself?"

"How many more cuts can I take?"

"I don't know, I don't think it's a technical issue, it's something to do with my patience. Siegel said, "I have a grudge against the Temple of Murder, I don't like you but I don't have a mortal enmity with you." In fact, you let me vent and then throw it to the executive body of the Federation - that is, the Security Council - that is, why become a diehard of the god of murder?"

Reese yelled a few times, and finally hung his shoulders helplessly and said, "What do you want to know?"

"I want you to answer the same as your last piece of soul, and save me from cutting it again. Siegel's smile fell into Reese's eyes, unspeakably terrifying. He instantly understood the emotions of his subjects when they saw him. (To be continued.) )