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The sand on the ground was also trembling, even making the whole sky rumble in response. Hundreds, thousands, all of them had nothing else in their eardrums for a moment, they could only hear this rush rolling in like a storm - the simple sound of thunder could not even describe this roar, the sound waves were compressed and stacked to the limit, as if they had trembled a million times in a single breath, penetrating the eardrums, penetrating the body, penetrating a qiē.

The knight's onslaught, silently crumbling in this huge roar.

Horses are animals that have made their sense of hearing sensitive in the long process of evolution, but because of this, even a few sounds of excessively high sound or audio can cause panic in horses, and most of the training horses usually undergo is related to adapting to the noise of the battlefield - and this sound, obviously, no horse can adapt.

The horses jumped violently, and they stopped their forward steps in a hurry, not even caring about the great effect it would have on them—two of the four horses fell to the ground and rolled a few times, while the other two, despite the pain of the halters and saddle reins, struggled desperately to break free from the things that had bound them, and fled from the terrible place. Even though the knights' skills were not bad, there was still a guy who was caught off guard, pressed under the horse, howling in pain, but this sound could not penetrate the rolling sound at all.

The thunderous sound lasted for a dozen breaths, and the will of hundreds of people was added to the things that were also destroyed.

"Is this magic? It's terrible......" When the billowing sound finally passed, the audience barely broke free from the trembling fear, and they subconsciously muttered to themselves, and then began to pray, curse, and speculate.

"No, he didn't chant a mantra at all, and he didn't make any gestures...... That voice, that voice came from himself!"

"Oh my God...... That's right, it's a dragon! it's the roar of a dragon!"

"It's hard to ...... Could it be that this mage apprentice is not actually a human at all, but a giant dragon?"

"A Dragon, the Gods Are ......"

Noisy comments that make certain facts quickly distorted...... In a few words, the original absurd inference turned into a very possibility—after all, after all, after the legend, the only person who can defeat the demon is the dragon, right?

So, in the blink of an eye, there were already countless people screaming in the billowing aftermath, which made the layers of stands all boil.

"That's just an illusion!

Countless surprises, sighs, and doubts were composed of a noise that was not inferior to that roar, but Damian's angry voice actually pierced through at this moment!

The young nobleman's face had been twisted to the point of hideousness, because his assistants, the four knights of the clan, were actually less than a hundred feet away from the damn fellow, and if they had jumped off their horses and rushed like this, that fellow might have died, and now, to cross this distance, might trigger the next round of magic attacks from their opponents.

Luckily, there is no rule that if you lose your mount, you lose...... Fortunately, his own distance was not too close, and the mount was a well-trained war horse, otherwise, he might not have been able to make such a swift dismount action, and he might have made a fool of himself in public.

But this feeling of being attacked made his heart even more angry,

"Shoot!" he commanded.

yes, you can kill him by rushing. It was a simple, clear, and effective command—even more effective than it sounded—that the spears and swords in the hands of the knights were specially crafted secret weapons, and even if they looked like wooden sticks, the hardness of the wood was even harder than wrought iron, and it was absolutely capable of killing people as long as it had murderous intent.

Unfortunately, the order was not carried out properly.

Several knights, now swordsmen—are not novices, and how can they not know what the young nobles can see?But the rich experience also makes these knights very clear, losing their mounts, they are actually already losing—the other party is a magician, no matter how much they run, they can't be faster than magic, and now the distance is at least 100 feet, as long as the other party uses an acceleration technique, and fights while running, they will lose more and win less.

Forced by the power of the Golden Pelican family, they had to muster up the courage they had and choose to rush forward between survival and livelihood......

However, in this sprint, it is inevitable to leave some strength.

The strength used to save your life at a critical moment.

The soft charge made a low sneer erupt from under the hood of the black burqa.

Noise, dust and flames must not be taken lightly in war - the louder the noise you make, the higher the morale of your army and the lower the morale of your enemies.

The noise of the mountains and tsunami in the field, broken down and recast by the psionic energy, became the source of this huge sound. Edward hadn't really heard the dragon's roar either, but something else...... Godzilla, King Kong, jackals, tigers and leopards, and even the roar of an aircraft engine, as long as they are used well, how much difference can they make under this volume?

Then, it's your own purpose.

He started running.

The movement was beyond most people's perception of running, and countless pairs of eyes stared in amazement at the figure that had taken a dozen feet in one step - completely different from the speed caused by the acceleration technique, the power brought by the psionic tendons was closer to a simple charge.

"Click!" "Uhh......h

The distance of 100 feet is fleeting. Then one of the knights fell - he was ready to grab the thorn in the face of the shadow that rushed towards him, but the figure was as slippery as a fish, and it was just a flicker, and he found that his arm was twisted into a strange shape in severe pain, and his body slammed to the ground, and the terrible impact made him faint directly, and he did not know where the spear in his hand had been lost.

Oh, in the body of his companions.

- The wooden spear was snatched by the splitter, and it whizzed around in half a circle, and struck hard at the waist of a piece of metal armor that was difficult to defend against, and the terrible impact of centrifugal force caused the creature to fly outward, fainting before he could hit the ground, and then an elbow jumped backwards with his body, striking the jaw of the knight who rushed to the third and held the greatsword high. Then the face was instantly deformed, and the man was sprayed with blood and teeth, and fell down!

The strength is actually not great, and it is even worse than the lethality of any enemy. But the timing, strength, direction and method of the attack were all precise and ingenious to the extreme, and in three or two strokes, the attacks of the three swordsmen were completely defeated.

And at this time, the boy in the distance had just raised a hand.

The collapse came so quickly that Damian didn't even notice it—he was looking for the enemy, to be exact.

The black, robed shadow vanished from his sight, and it seemed that only he and a few of his men were left in the vast arena—one moaning under the horses, and the remaining three, running senselessly, waving their weapons and letting out strange screams.

Invisibility?

Damian froze for a moment, then brought the emerald green lens he was holding to his eyes.

The Chancellor's son is not useless, at least he knows magic no less than the average mage apprentice - the crystal in his hand is a magic instrument that can reveal the subtle disturbance of magic power to the eyes of the observer - there is no hiding of any magic.

And it's more than just breaking the invisible.

In a way, that's where Damian's confidence lies, precisely because he's looked at that goal with it. Only then did he know that this so-called 'brave' did not have a high sense of the magic net.

Well, saying that it is not high has already promoted him.

In the lenses, the shadow was almost as dim as His Majesty's. It is simply a symbol of ordinary people who have no magical talent at all, and it is for this reason that Damien readily decided to appear with his men - an enemy who can only cast a ring of spells at best, and is unlikely to pose much of a threat to himself.

Well, at least that's what he thought a few dozen breaths ago......

The other party actually used only one illusion to make the four knights turn their horses on their backs, and the remaining three were falling one after another for some reason, and the terrifying screams and blood-gushing faces made the young nobleman tremble—the noise of the audience, the painful screams and moans of the knights, the restless snorts and neighing of the horses, and the noise of a completely uncalming mood, made his mind also confused.

And in the smell of dry dust, the faint smell of blood wafting from the wind became thick again, burrowed into his nostrils, turned down his throat, and made his stomach begin to cramp for a while, and vomited briefly!

There is no hope of winning?

No matter how strong or weak that guy's strength is, it is not something that these ordinary family knights can shake...... But his status in the family has never been high, and none of those strong guys are willing to obey his orders, otherwise, how could it be like this?

Damian took the reins of his horse and drew his sword from his waist. The tragic situation in front of them is enough to make people see the situation clearly, although they are unwilling, but now there is only one way to admit defeat.

Although this is extremely negative and will have many adverse effects on his reputation, those false names are insignificant compared to his own life, nay, compared to the daily pain and trauma that he may suffer.

But is it really that easy?

Just as the wooden sword left the hook and was about to be raised high and fall, Damian's mount leaped violently! The young nobleman screamed reflexively, trying to grasp the reins, but before he could think about jumping off his horse to escape, the beast jerked violently!

The world is spinning.

The terrible impact, the numbness and tingling sensation that burst from half of his cheeks and body, had made him almost cry...... And when he finally raised a blood-colored gaze, he noticed that the gods were there, and that shadow-like black, how did he run in front of him?!

Even in the black robe, the two hands that were stretching out, the pale and slender fingers, had already put on his hands and wrists!!

"Get out of here!" Brother Gongzi was shocked: "If you dare to hurt a single hair of mine, my father will give me ......"

The angry roar stopped for the next moment, as he noticed that all his threats had somehow quietly changed.

"I am a man of the Jasper family, for the sake of the reputation of the nobles, even if I die, I will never admit defeat!"

The voice of the young nobleman resounded throughout the audience, making almost all the spectators quiet for a while, holding their breath - not many people could have imagined that this son of the Golden Pelican family would have such a stubborn side, and be able to protect his pride in such an unfavorable situation. It's just that the square is so big, and the nearest audience is sitting half a mile away, so few people can notice that the 'man's' extremely distorted expression doesn't match the rhetoric at all.

"I'm going to beat you!"

To outsiders, it should have been the moment he had just fallen from his horse that caused the problem, and the aristocratic youth kept yelling. It seemed that he was a little hysterical and suppressed the shadow of the black robe with the sword in his hand, supporting himself little by little.

But the reality is the opposite of what it looks like.

Damian's mind was in disarray, and he knew that all his power was indeed in the sword...... Or rather, it was the hands that grabbed his two hands. The force from the face made Damian involuntarily move with him, and he was grabbed by the half-lifted and half-pulled body. The appearance of those two hands seemed to be to block the wooden sword in the other party's hand, but it was just such a light touch, and the glove of Damian's right hand, along with a layer of skin, disappeared inexplicably, and then when he shook his hand and tried to let go of the sword, the other party somehow pulled it casually, and a fingernail that had been split there had been uprooted!

The terrible pain made the young nobleman stumble for a moment, and then fell to his knees with a thud!

He didn't have much strength to resist for a long time, the sharp pain had already made him not even know where to control his urine and urine tears and snot now, extreme fear ravaged his spirit, and soon exceeded the limit, the muscles of his face were constantly shaking and twisting, it was like a crooked smile, but the sound was more terrifying than screaming.

Yes, creepy, because Damian can't hear his own screams.

His ears were filled with countless sounds, the grinding sound of the muscles of his arm writhing to places he normally couldn't turn, the strange tone mixed with the sound of brittle bones breaking. But this voice could only be heard by Damian himself, really, from the inside of his body into his inner ear.

And all the voices around him turned into a mighty roar.

The young nobleman's head drooped, and then stood up, and then drooped again...... Pain can make a person unconscious and wake up again, and wake up and fall into a coma......

Between the unconscious and the awake, he could only see the eyes that were close at hand, the pupils that flashed with a silver gaze, cold, cruel - to make the young nobleman realize - to die alive, this was the only way that the enemy, thrown to Damian.

......

"Stop!"

A low roar rang out.

Edward's heart was startled, he casually threw away his opponent who had weakened, and tried to retreat, but before that, a circle of black light exploded around him, and the shadows of the earth writhed and turned into substance, and strips of ten feet long rushed from all directions, wrapping around his hands and feet, and body, although the hunter ripped open a dozen of them almost instantly, the magical creatures from the unknown space immediately embraced more and wrapped him tightly

"Oops!

Edward was shocked, he didn't expect that someone would dare to break the rules and attack him when everyone didn't know why! This sudden burst of magic omitted the spell, and the speed was so fast that even he could not react, and not only that, those magic tentacles on his neck actually began to tighten inward! The power was so great that it was completely about crushing his throat bone! And the strength of his arm was also unsustainable!

"Cunning little bastard, you think you can do whatever you want?"

The bones seemed to be screaming, and his throat was pressed into a wave of retching, but it was choked again, and Edward turned his only free gaze, noticing the side stands, the gloomy shadow psychic mancer gathering the last bit of strength in his mind, but the other party's spirit seemed to be not affected in the slightest.

If the power of the heart piercing is a subtle steel needle, then the spirit of the other party is like a thick and incomparable wall!

"Damn it...... What a mistake!" Opportunity turned into a crisis. Edward found himself apparently underestimating the actions of some people - imperial power, worldliness, or common sense, in this world is not the only rule to follow, only power is, so some people can do whatever they want.

In this situation, a high-level mage, as long as he uses an excuse of 'magic out of control', even if he dies unjustly, he is helpless.

Die?

No, am I going to die like this? never!

The mind seems to be stirred up, vague, yet pure...... All the thoughts are tumbling, converging, and finally turning into a strand!

Bang!

There seemed to be a startled and angry roar in his head, and at the same time, the tentacles of the shadows dissolved into the air and became invisible! Edward the wolf fell to the ground! He looked up blankly, noticing that more demonic web energy was gathering around the figure at the sound of the terrible incantation......

Damn bastards, regardless of a qiē?

It's just the moment when the wry smile condenses the corners of his mouth. A faint roar of thunder came from the sky.

"Oh no, Your Majesty, get out of here, someone has passed through the ...... of magic"

A voice was shouting a warning, but when it came out, the bright flames lit up! The rolling flames flashed in the space! It was like a red dragon sneezing in the air!

......

One of the national mages who had given the warning had turned pale.

Where the emperor is located, the defense is naturally extremely thorough, and such a thing as anti-teleportation in such a large building must be done, and the elite among the national mages must also re-strengthen these anti-teleportation arrays in order to achieve the highest.

Only now, the shadow of the national mage's face hood could not hide his pale face - the extremely well-protected magic formation actually appeared a hollow, although it was not too big, but it was enough to teleport a person to them, his body stiffened, and he immediately reached out, grabbed a pendant on his chest, and with a snap, a circle of golden energy spread around himself and the emperor.

"Alas...... Little one, why are you so nervous? I'm just coming to see the excitement. Why is it so troublesome?" A shrill voice came from the halo that slowly dissipated: "Alas, I have said a long time ago, if it is not a last resort, it is best not to make these storage items, the number of hairs is too small, it is a great waste of resources." ”

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