There were only three sorcerers who appeared in front of the two first, each with a new and improved repeating mechanic in their hands. ▲∴

If the young man behind him can still test his magic power to keep himself a little rational, then now these mages who have become enemies have completely become walking corpses controlled by sludge. They had no interest in their former companions, their godless eyes fixed on Lizzie.

Almost at the same time that she came into their line of sight, several black holes pointed their guns at her head. A slight departure from the standard weapons used by the garrison, the magic bullets loaded in the magazine seem to use a crystalline core with a denser mana content.

With a few gunshots, the magic bullet dragging the pale blue glowing tail shot out of the mechanic's gun and shot straight at Liqi who was standing in the passage. Each shot is no less powerful than the spells they usually shoot, and as long as it is hit, even if it is a defensive wall, it will not help

It seems that the men who ordered them had no intention of letting Lizzie out alive, and probably did not intend to waste extra strength to capture her. The accused, say, all they need to do is shoot Lizzie and then use a spell to clean up the bodies scattered here.

"It's too much, even if you don't care about my life or death, you have to care more about the friendship of your former comrades, right?" Lizzie rushed forward, the bullet fired from the mechanic's gun slicing past her, nearly hitting the young sorcerer who was still struggling on the ground.

In just a few seconds, dozens of ammunition in the magazines of the three mechanics had been fired, and the trajectory of the shot covered almost the entire passage. Bullets rained down on Lizzie and the young man behind her—but she dodged them by a fraction of a margin.

It was as if she already knew the gaps between the bullets, and she walked through the rain of bullets with a strange pace. Suddenly, it clung to the wall. Then he hurried forward a few steps, and suddenly stopped abruptly, and moved a little distance to his side—in this footwork that seemed grotesque to others. Instead of being hit by a single magic bullet, Lizzie rushed to the side of the sorcerers who were accused.

The basis of avoidance is careful observation. Then find a path that is safe enough. Magic is not omnipotent, otherwise even if she uses magic to strengthen the mobility of her body, it is almost impossible to forcibly dodge all the magic bullets with the mobility of humans.

This is the way she decides to act after observing the aiming movements of the magicians, and by predicting the actions of the other party to avoid the danger of being in the place. After the other party was accused, all his actions became too simple, so Liqi also saved a lot of time when making calculations.

Mechanic guns are much more powerful than simple spells, and they don't require much mana on the part of the user - as long as they can be manipulated with normal spell artifacts. But compared to spells that can mana mana to manipulate the trajectory of movement, the magic of these ammo is simply too straightforward.

As long as the ammunition is fired from the cold metal tube, there is little room for the Mechanic to interfere with the trajectory of the projectiles, and they can only wait for them to hit their targets.

If it's usual. These sorcerers, accustomed to using firearms, may aim at gaps in the enemy's movements, taking advantage of the time difference to snipe at their targets. But now, it seems, all they have left is the experience and instinct left over from training, an almost reflexive aim and then pull the trigger.

Lizzie even felt that they might be more of a threat to herself if they strafed indiscriminately, at least she couldn't dodge the attack so easily. Because the irregular scattering makes it difficult to discern the trajectory, the only way to avoid them is to resign to fate and choose to trust your luck.

It's just that Lizzie never believed that she would have good luck, rather, when she had to rely on luck. She always gets the worst for some reason. Those who think they are strong enough will always claim that "luck is part of strength", but Lizzie never thinks so.

The mages who had just fired all the bullets were half a beat slower, and they were all stunned when they saw Lizzie approaching, and they didn't make any defensive moves. Their consciousness is accused. It is difficult for the brain, which is full of intelligence, to think about even the most natural actions.

But this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to attack them, their rigid brains have become a shackle that restricts their movements, and Lizzie will not let these unresponsive walking dead find a chance to fight back.

She lowered her center of gravity. Get close to the Wizard from the bottom stage, then stop at the moment when you are about to touch an enemy. Say it's too late, then it's too fast. She swung her clenched staff forward, aiming the metal portion that split the tip into several pieces and aimed it at the jaw of a sorcerer in front of her.

Click!

The magically enhanced power was all emitted with this swing. It was powerful enough to crush the solid rock, but Lizzie didn't feel the touch of the bones shattering. Losing his balance, he stumbled backwards and took a few steps, and then fell in the direction he was hit.

The sorcerer who was hit directly by the tip of his staff probably had to thank the trigger spell that protected his body, otherwise his head would have shattered into pieces like a pumpkin. But even so, he seemed to have lost his ability to fight, and fell to the ground silently.

"Hmph, vulnerable. ”

She glanced disdainfully at the slumped sorcerer on the ground, and then turned her gaze to the sorcerers who slowly began to move: "It's better to use this crude method to control the elite sorcerers than to choose to control some zombie skeletons and the like - at least the cost is cheaper." ”

The value of the sorcerers lies in their thinking skills and intelligence, but now these accused members of the Wise Eyes are about the same as zombies with rotten brains. Maybe they still have the power to cast spells, but they lack the ability to think and adapt.

Perhaps seeing their companions struck down by Lizzie, the stiff sorcerers finally unfolded their Rubik's Cube, ready to construct spells to return the color. It's a pity that their stiff thinking also interferes with their casting speed, and the Rubik's Cube, which can be completed in the blink of an eye on weekdays, is slowly extending.

Looking at the enemy's snail-like casting speed, Lizzie smiled slyly and spread the mana that had accumulated in the glasses-like magic machine into the air. The extended light and shadow twisted into a shield-like shape under her control, hiding her whole body behind the wall.

It looked like it was covered with some gray-white glass, and the shield Lizzie had constructed was as fragile as glass, unable to block the direct shots of the magic bullets.

A sound was heard as if glass was shattering, and the shield that was blocking Lizzie's body was suddenly missing a few openings. While she was entangled with the first batch of mages, several more sorcerers came one after another—and judging by their appearances, they were all members of the Purpose of Knowledge.

Knowing that only a small percentage of the people in this group had been controlled by Sain Democra's men with black mud, Lizzie could feel that there were no less than ten enemies in this corridor alone.

In addition to the sorcerer who had already been defeated, Lizzie had to face six enemies, and a few more people were about to rush to the battlefield a little further away. At one to ten, this is not an overwhelming numerical comparison, but considering that they are all high-level mages, the situation may be a little more complicated.

The wall that Lizzie was supporting on her side suddenly widened, and several layers were dispersed, blocking the passage tightly. However, this kind of Cheng dù's defensive spell could not stop the enemy's attack in the slightest, and under the stormy magic bombardment, the protective wall suddenly cracked many gaps.

However, this wall is not just used for defense, Lizzie concentrates a lot of magic power on the shield, and the hardness is constantly replenished. It seems that it is simply a way to focus defense by strengthening strength and quantity, but in fact it has other functions.

Although the power of the magic bullet is powerful, it is only a consumable after all, and after a period of indiscriminate bombardment, the mages have stopped firing and are ready to replenish the ammunition consumed. Perhaps the man behind them didn't take a focused defense into account either, and no one even kept shooting to suppress Lizzie's side while they were reloading.

And this is the time that Lizzie was waiting for, and after all the firepower was removed, the sneer on her face turned into cunning that had succeeded in her scheme. The mana of concentrated output has been further expanded, but this time it is not to strengthen the defenses, but to make them the driving force for progress.

The fragile wall of glass had grown into a large shield that covered the entire passageway, layered in front of Lizzie. After taking a light breath, the thin girl suddenly exerted her strength, and rushed directly in the direction of the enemy with the "big shields" lined up in front of her.

The crisp sound of glass shattering echoed in my ears, and the shields stacked in front of Lizzie shattered into countless pieces as soon as they collided with the enemy, sending out all the magic. In an instant, she seemed to have turned into a battering ram, blowing away all the enemies who dared to stand in her way.

As if it were a storm in the crossing, all the sorcerers in front of Lizzie were knocked into the air, and then she was mercilessly run over as she continued to move forward. In just a few seconds, the mages who had been suppressing it with the mechanic's gun were all lying on the ground, and the unlucky guy seemed to have broken a few bones.

The enemy in front of her was completely knocked down by Lizzie in one go, and just as she wanted to turn around to see the young man's state, she suddenly felt the magic around her change. The previously silent air suddenly became active, and everywhere was filled with a powerful force belonging to someone.

Sooner or later, the owner of this tower will find out that the "Wind of the Twelve Directions" will appear in the Silver Tower, and it will not be strange that the Wind of the Twelve Directions will appear—it will be a little slow at all. (To be continued.)