It's really ruthless. Nether had a better understanding of Randru's ruthlessness.

I don't know if it was because of this emotional and rational posture that Landru was able to push the centrifugal ritual to this extent, or if the centrifugal ritual became what it is now.

One second it was emotionally about death, and the next second it was rational and terrifying.

"Only then will we have a chance to win, won't we?" Randru stood up, his face a little pale, this time he didn't extract Yolanda's life force, last time he was going to run away, and this time he was desperate.

The situation is different, and the choice naturally becomes different.

Nether opened the spell book in his hand, the spell structure was used, and the wind suddenly blew in the air, and under the flow of the power of nature, a trace of thunder and lightning began to flicker.

Landru was immediately vigilant, and he was very jealous of Nether's thunder spear that day.

The attack power is too amazing, and no one will be better off if they are shot head-on.

It's just that this time Nether didn't plan to use the Thunder Spear directly, and the preparation time for that spell was too long.

The previous time was to use the fire spell to speed up the air circulation, promote the movement of the force of nature, and accumulate the power of thunder and lightning, and then launched the spell early, and after concentrating on fighting against Landru for a while, he launched the Thunder Spear.

Now there are two enemies, and the last consumption of Black Smoke and the Flaming Red Ring was a bit large, and the enemy is not a parallel commodity with insufficient endurance like the smoker.

If you rely on the strength on the surface alone, Nether wants to deal with these two enemies, and there is still some pressure.

But fortunately, the Star Spirit Ring has been transformed before.

The star spirit standing in the field fluttered slightly, and a force formed a force field, and under the surging light, the surrounding natural forces seemed to change, and it seemed that there was no change.

"Thunder!" Nether made a move, and above the sky, the wind and clouds changed, and a thunderbolt fell directly, and he smashed it on the head against Milton, who was floating off the ground.

Randrew didn't give up on the counterattack, and Milton was naturally even more unlikely.

He has always been arrogant, he doesn't think he is inferior to anyone else, and the reason why he chose to transform into a vampire is purely because he thinks that the inferior body of a human being cannot carry his great thoughts.

Any bit of damage can kill the fragile body of a human being, not to mention the limited lifespan, so when Milton was able, he shouted early that I am not a human and turned into a vampire.

Such a person would not choose to admit defeat and give up resistance.

If the blood magic method can't be used for the time being, then use other magic methods, anyway, he can't only use the blood magic method.

Before he transformed into a vampire, he was a sorcerer with a mastery of water, and there was a river nearby.

The moment the lightning fell, Milton lifted his dark red robe, which was densely packed with spiritual power structures.

A spell book doesn't have to be a book, for example, Alenis's spell book is his spell book and the staff in his hand is his spell book, while the spell book refined by others is even more bizarre.

Some people refine it into knights' swords, some people make gloves, some people refine it into crowns, and some even refine it into iron trousers, which they wear on their bodies every day.

Milton refined it into clothes for his daily wear, and Nether's spell book was very orthodox, orthodox to the point of being a bit old-fashioned, just like a book.

Looking at Nether, who was holding the spell book tightly, a faint blood-colored shield rose from Milton's body, and the thunder and lightning fell on it, and a large amount of white smoke rose up.

Water System Spell Round Water Shield, he turned that river into a blood river before, and now he extracts the water element, which will naturally draw out some of the blood water in the river.

Smelling the blood, Milton only felt his blood boiling a little, and then felt that as the blood came alive, one of the retroblood worms began to hatch.

With a scolding scolding, Milton had to brace himself to suppress his blood activity while using a water-based spell that he hadn't used in a while.

Nether didn't stop, and the lightning slashed at Milton and Randru one after another, while he continued to perform these other spells.

"No, this is beyond the scope of the dual casting of alienation!" "Landru immediately found out that something was wrong, he really activated the maze lock this time, but found that the effect of the maze lock on the isolation and change of the environment was unacceptable.

And Nether's cast speed is not as fast as the number of spells.

"Is this a repeat spell casting technique, or a spell solidification ritual, or is it a natural recursive spell cast?" Landry guessed in a row the spell casting techniques that only three archmagicians could use, and his mind was full of doubts.

However, no matter what kind of technique it is, the spell of falling thunder has completely not taken up Nether's casting time, and they must now deal with Nether's follow-up spells, and they must always watch out for the thunder that falls from time to time on their heads, and the pressure will go up in an instant.

Nether single-handedly closed the spell book, and a spell that he had been preparing was unleashed.

Randru was highly focused, ready to deal with Nether's next spell, only to find that nothing seemed to have changed.

"Could it be that the spell failed?" Milton sensed something was wrong, something seemed to be getting weird, like why did Randru keep an expression for so long?

Something strange seemed to be affecting them.

The pale yellow Star Spirit Ring in Nether's left hand lit up again, and with this light, Nether seemed to go deep into the void, as if he had gone deep into some illusory time and space.

Soul Emblem, Child of the Serpent, Blade of Time.

Able to use the power of time to form blades, these blades can automatically attack, perform any of the Nether Society's swords, and after implanting in someone else's body, make that other person use Nether's swords, or copy the swords of the implanted person.

Of course, Nether doesn't use the other two abilities of the Temporal Blade right now, but intends to use the most basic usage of the knife.

An extra-long knife more than two meters long was taken out of it by Nether.

With his right hand resting lightly on the hilt of the knife, Nether looked at Landrew and Milton with a smile.

Milton immediately noticed that something was wrong and wanted to cast a spell, but suddenly found that he had made a mistake in absorbing the water element, and the spell failed at the first time.

"Time?" Milton immediately discovered the reason for the failure of his spell, there was no problem with the structure of the spiritual power constructed, but the water element absorbed was too small, so small that it could not support a spell at all.

"I followed my past experience, took 0.3 seconds of water element, and then stopped. ”

"But in terms of quantity, I stopped almost as soon as I absorbed a little bit of the water element, but I didn't notice it at all. ”

"Both Rand and I have problems with our perception of time. ”

"Nether casts a temporal spell! or a perceptual spell that causes chaos caused by time. ”

Milton noticed this amazing thing, and immediately resumed casting, no longer following his past experience with time, but casting spells little by little with other references.

Sure enough, Milton confirmed his conjecture, and the amount of water he absorbed was constantly changing even though he fixed his absorption rate.

His current sense of time is changing slightly from moment to moment, sometimes a second has passed in the outside world, but in his perception it is only 0.5 seconds, sometimes the outside time is only 0.1 seconds, and in his perception time has passed a second.

This chaotic sense of time makes it possible for him to make mistakes in all behaviors that require time as a reference quantity.

Although he was able to use other references to support himself, his cast speed had plummeted.

This descent is the distance between life and death.

Nether had come to them with a knife in his hand.

This time, time slowed down, and he could see Nether's extra-long blade, which sliced into their bodies with a swing.

Then countless cracks appeared in the blades, and pieces of fragments were embedded directly in their bodies.

In the sky, the star spirit was still floating faintly in place, and under the surging clouds, thunder continued to fall, but this time it no longer fell on Landru and Milton.

Instead, it landed on Nether's knife, completing the remaining blades.

Then Randru and Milton saw Nesser's amazing knife skills.

Every deflection of the blade was like an art, slashing through the natural environment, slashing through their bodies, the life force driving the elemental power to beat, and all the breath of life was slashed under this sword technique.

By the time Nether put away his sword, his already broken blade had now returned to its original state.