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Perhaps Sain Democla thought he had won, but his most feared opponent had fallen to the ground wounded, and it was clearly difficult to resist the next attack. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He felt that the power flowing in his veins continued to grow, and as the Rubik's Cubes continued to expand, the magic of those who became fuel also flowed into his body. Although the body has become distorted by the erosion of the "Chaotic Bloodline", it is nothing compared to the power gained.

He was intoxicated by the power that swelled like a tidal wave, and looked down on Dean François and Curt, who had been swept to the ground by the previous round of bombardment, as if he were thinking about how to deal with these two fellows who had added so much trouble to his plans.

But perhaps because his body was filled with unprecedented power, he had not yet been able to fully grasp this ability that was far beyond ordinary people. So, this also took away the opportunity for him to discover some kind of "existence" that was striking from afar...... And that's just for a moment.

Even Curt could only see a magic bullet glowing with a silver-gray light coming from a distance. In the blink of an eye, Sein Democla's purple-black electric body was gouged out of the bowl and the stench of dead blood splattered everywhere.

Whoosh -

Only then did a faint sound come from afar, but the lead-based magic bullet had already torn apart the mage's flesh. Who would have thought that the other party's attack would even slightly exceed the speed of the sound, and it would have hit him in the back before he could be alert.

This is undoubtedly a long-range sniper using the latest mechanics. The bullet fired at Sain Democlave was most likely a special ammunition made of lead. It was a munition developed specifically for mages that could interfere with the mage's ability to move at the moment of impact - if it weren't for a variety of reasons, it would be difficult to produce in large quantities. The position of the sorcerer may be shaken by this.

A few moments later, several circles of the rudimentary Rubik's Cube began to expand with the projectile hit as the core, weaving into silver thorns at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Soon, they began to try to restrain the sorcerer, the flickering silver light as swift as the tentacles of a deep-sea animal.

"Cruise François, you damn old fellow!" Sain Democlera roared with what seemed to choke on a mouthful of blood in his throat, "Lead-bound bullets...... How dare you use such a thing to calculate me...... Do you still have the self-esteem to be a sorcerer?"

He growled. While unleashing a large amount of magic to resist the silver thorns that wrapped around his body. The purple-black electric light was entangled with the silver magic under the guidance of his will, and a piercing sound erupted. And those rough magic forces are torn apart by each other.

However, his mana was working in a problem, and the lead fragments embedded in the * affected the flow of his mana, preventing him from operating them as he pleased. The flowing electric light scurried uncontrollably, and the power of the gallop caused the air around it to tumble into a twisted heat.

The magic of living beings flows through the body. With the help of blood vessels, the power is carried everywhere...... The situation of Sain Democlus is clearly even worse. His magic is almost entirely in his blood, so when the power of lead is mixed with his blood, it becomes more unstable.

In fact, if it were an ordinary mage, I am afraid that he would have completely lost the ability to control his magic power by now, and he might even lose his ability to act due to an imbalance in his magic power. But the lead embedded in his body apparently hadn't completely destroyed his spellcasting abilities...... The sheer force could no longer be stopped by these things alone, and even if more lead was added than usual, it would only interfere slightly.

"I never said I was going to fight you in a dignified way. ”

Dean François stood up with the rock mass on the side, looked at the sorcerer who was being entangled by silver thorns with a smile, and said, "If you want to compete in magic and magic skills, I welcome you to compete with me at any time in peacetime...... It's just that after it's all over. ”

After all, the power of the individual is limited. And after Cruise François pinned him down, the sniper, who had been waiting for his chance, found a breakthrough. The magic of this mass of flesh and blood is huge, but it is magic after all. can be negatively affected by lead.

His face was calm, not at all like a hole in his stomach, but Curt could clearly feel his body trembling. That transcendent calm was probably disguised, and even he could not remain unmoved when he was seriously injured.

He had to be healed as soon as possible, but the status quo didn't give him a chance to do so - the mage hovering in mid-air kept fighting the silver thorns that grew tighter and tighter. The magic that flowed from his body roared in rage, turning everything it touched to ashes.

The space is constantly emitting incongruous screams. A strange magic shook the air, spreading the discordant syllables around the pitch-black sphere again and again. The sorcerer's body looked like a balloon that was constantly expanding, filled with lightning that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The mage was indeed unable to attack them, but the chaos magic prevented Curt from even moving half a step. Purple-black electric light that condensed a large amount of magic power streaked in front of him from time to time, and in the midst of this thunderstorm, he obviously had no way to escape with Dean François.

However, the scales of victory did tip in their favor, and Curt heard a large number of footsteps behind him, followed by one more spell aimed at Sein Democra. They arced through midair, over the heads of him and Dean François, striking the body suspended above.

In the space filled with anomalous magic, the expanding power is like a light in the darkness, and even if you want to ignore it, you can't do it. His presence itself was the perfect target, and the constant fire from afar put him under the barrage in an instant.

Not only the shots of the mechanic's guns, but also the array of spells thrown at this direction from a nearby height, the treatment that seemed too exaggerated for a person hit the body wrapped in purple-black electricity one after another. A single shot may not be able to hurt his essence, but dozens or even hundreds of impermeable attacks like a torrential rain swept one after another, and even if he was fused with the blood of chaos, he couldn't withstand it.

Perhaps this level of attack could be unleashed by him alone, and the surging black lightning was more powerful than these spells. However, this was a covering firepower that concentrated hundreds or even thousands of people, at least in terms of the total amount, it had overwhelmed the blood power that was mixed with him.

It seems that the scene of unilateral suppression has been staged again, but this time the characters who were overwhelmed by the spell have changed sides.

Gradually, mages dressed in various costumes gathered into this space, starting with only a few dozen, and then gradually hundreds and even approaching a thousand. They formed a phalanx and organized their magic into a whole, suppressing the anomalous magic that spread around the black sphere.

Each phalanx is an array of spells, and the magicians pool their magic together and direct them towards the same goal. Although it is difficult to achieve the maximum efficiency of this collective spell casting, it can compete with the number of piles up by the number alone.

"Give up, you can't win!" cried out to the clumsy enemy of Cruise François, but most of his body was already pressed on Curt's body, "since defeat is only a matter of time, what's the point of resisting like this?"

It was a violence that relied purely on numbers, and groups of mages gathered nearby, and then flocked to this deliberately carved out ritual room. He could only see an overwhelming array of spells coming towards Sain Democlus, and he could barely cope with the silver thorns.

Perhaps Sain Democra had surpassed everyone else with the magic of the massive blood formations in his body, but he was not able to fully control them. At the same time, since he has chosen to use his own body as a container, there are still limits to him as a human being.

The orb he had created with a large amount of "fuel" possessed a lot of magical power, but it began to dim under the constant suppression. Although it can continue to maintain the supply of mana now, it will eventually lose its power if it continues to be consumed.

"Shut up, you laity who have no name as a sorcerer!" "Sein Democlera roared, his voice unusually distorted, "you have no idea what the true meaning of spells is, these incomparably great powers will only become incomparably vulgar in your hands!"

Falling short, the crazy spellbook must have known that he had no hope of winning - he had no cards left in his hand. The source of power has been suppressed by the sorcerers who have rushed in, and the followers have been depleted...... On his side, Cruise François, the leader, was injured, but the follow-up force that was still coming was enough to solve the remaining problems.

For a moment, Curt suddenly felt that the light seemed to be distorted, and there was a subtle sense of incongruity in the surrounding environment. It's a strange feeling, not just a visual anomaly, as if there are indistinguishable whispers echoing in the ears, as if someone is whispering in the ear.

Suddenly, he discovered the source of the anomaly, the center of the black sphere seemed to be oozing imperceptible light, and the speed was gradually increasing. At the moment when he realized the abnormality, he subconsciously took the dirty "book" from the hand of Dean François, who was leaning on his body, and then rushed to Sein Democlas, holding the book to his chest like a shield as he had seen before.

And the next moment, he only felt that his vision was completely wrapped in white. (To be continued)