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"Hunting?"

"What gave you this false confidence? stupid monster?"

The white-robed man sneered, and with the face that didn't show any expression at all, it seemed to be even more indifferent. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info) {Book Friend Upload Update}

It's almost eerie in apathy.

"Hunting?" he reached out into the air and drew a black-gold warhammer from a cloud of light, "It seems to me nothing more than a despicable Kwasai demon who is smuggling himself in his little machination, but does not know that the light of the Final Judgment has descended on the clouds overhead!"

"Oh, are you used to the lingua franca instead of the ridiculous Celestials?"

The figure in the black robe did not seem to be interested in arguing with him at all, his voice was serene and steady, as if the tall, strong, shiny figure in front of him was not an opponent - but a creature, he was observing its attitude and behavior with great interest, and then prepared to slowly enjoy the process of taking away its life in the time that followed.

As he said, hunting.

A hunter, watching his prey.

"In the name of the Lord of the Dawn, righteousness is like a rainbow!"

Although the paladins were badly damaged by that terrible explosion, for most of the magicians, they never relied on the warriors to serve as their shields—they could do it themselves, or even more happily than to do it.

The two priests had already taken the form of giants in an instant, and they had been inspired by their companions' divine charisma, ox power, and other divine arts. They just swept the vulture shield twice, which was not inferior to the tower shield, and turned the collapsed ruins into a half-empty battlefield.

"You think. I'm going to have this kind of stupid pig battle with you with too much blood?" A slight sneer came out from the black robe.

"You think you have room to escape?"

The tall figure sneered as well, but then a shrill voice cut it off.

He turned his gaze and noticed a distorted face—the features that had belonged to some paladin were squirming in a strange way, and the eyes bulged out, as if they had suffered great pain. In the midst of a shrill cry that did not look like a living person, the half-blooded man suddenly drew his sword and slashed. The two priests beside him were caught off guard, and blood splattered on the spot!

"Despicable evil!" the tall warrior snorted, and with a stretch of his hammer in his hand, he blocked the mad sword that continued to slash, forcing it back a few steps, and then. A volley of light fell through the air. Let the madman collapse limply.

"Tampering with other people's spirits and memories, he is not an ordinary spellcaster, but a psychic mancer. ”

A soft voice rang out, a slightly neutral, but magnetic: "What this despicable heretical monster is best at is manipulating creatures by altering their minds, and the changes in memory are permanent and imperceptible. But if you are vigilant and allow the power of the Father to fill your hearts, you will be able to resist this evil power. ”

The glittering white figure condensed from the air and stood still in the air, and the breeze stirred the white robe, slightly outlining the mystery of the female body.

And then more people,

Six or seven paladins armed with full body armor. The priests guarding the chainmail outfits appeared from the teleportation of white light in three directions. And open in mid-air, circular space gaps. Two mages in robes stepped out, and they raised their long staffs and pulled out a green luster, making the surrounding space ripple in a ripple.

"Two celestial creatures descending, ten paladins, six priests, two mages? ”

"You can't run away, surrender. "The voice of the female celestial creature is soft and elegant, as if singing. "Cut off your connection with the evil power, and bow down to the Lord of the Dawn with all sincerity, and ask him for purification, Edward Vincent, so that your soul may have room for salvation. ”

"What an optimistic character...... Or is this what 'sunshine' is called?"

The laughter rang out, not loud, but all those present could not help but tremble in their hearts, because the low, strange rhythmic voice seemed to be whispering in their ears, no, in their hearts. A kind of coldness quietly covered the most vulnerable areas: "For me, there is no way to escape, in fact, you are you...... With so many open minds, I can see every move clearly...... So, Lord Bannon, Lord Faith, how are you going to redeem me?"

Following this voice, the undiscernible energy tentacles, the silent force field woven by the psychic man's spirit.

A badly wounded paladin let out a wail, and the whole person flew suddenly! Hung in the air! His voice was suddenly interrupted, his eyes bulging out, his mouth was half-open, he twitched and struggled like a fish out of water, and his hands grabbed his neck, as if he wanted to break something open, but more power then wrapped around him, his head, neck, and limbs, and that pitiful strength was not enough to free him from the invisible hand that locked his throat.

With a slight wave of the young man's fingers, the tremendous force was already volleyed up in the air and thrown towards his companion!

Or in the cuffs of the black robe, it was just a gentle wave, but in the person who was controlled by energy, it was at least as strong as a trebuchet! With a single wave, the human was like a stone, a ram struck the other, and flew it far away! The sound of the bones of the former companion was cracked and screamed.1

"You!"

The male celestial creature let out a frightened and angry roar, and a pair of wings of light burst out behind him, turning him into an afterimage in an instant, a streamer, stabbing straight towards the black shadow!

"Bannon, stop! he ......"

The woman's voice sounded, but it was actually long after the light flickered......

Aside from the unbelievably fast speed, the charge was unfancy, even rough. However, in the eyes of those who can see the sword momentum clearly, this moment. The surrounding space gave birth to a wonderful sense of distortion, as if the brilliant blade actually drove all the surrounding heaven and earth to move together, as if it was impacting the black figure!

The end of the sound was drowned out in a terrible loud bang.

The terrifying firelight swelled and burned in the space, glowing into an orange-red fireball. The thunder and waves crushed a qiē into powder, the hard ground swayed like water ripples, and the space in that area was like a canvas, raised, dented, exploded, tumbled, grabbed and torn by two invisible hands, giving people an inexplicable sense of distortion.

It's heart-wrenching!

The storm that whipped up a strange stench was like a sword. Let everyone look away.

"Stay calm. Impulsiveness is the devil, your worst enemy......"

The sneer, along with the sound of the explosion, sounded at the same time, but it would not be drowned out by any sound: "So, who is next?"

The red light of the setting sun passed over the scattered houses on the ground and through the dilapidated alleys. The dark red shadow was sprinkled around everyone, but no one could feel the warmth—the cold invisibly grabbed everyone's heart. Fear is like a shadow over everyone's head, it doesn't have to speak, it grabs everyone's throat. The originally noisy battlefield was so quiet that it could be heard in an instant. Everyone is searching, everyone is looking around with blood-red eyes:

Since that exploding thing is not an enemy. Well, the real enemy. Where is it again?

No one has been able to find the answer.

If they raise their heads slightly, if their eyes. A little more flexible than a falcon, or. They were able to notice, not far away...... On the second floor of a half-collapsed shack, a pair of eyes were watching them, and this gaze swept over every one of the spaces in the field, and finally rested on a figure in a robe.

The caster was expertly dipping his hand into the pocket of the spell material, revealing a bit of crystal, as if to cast a detection spell.

It's a pity that this spell that has not yet been cast will never notice that behind him, there are a pair of silver eyes flashing.

Manipulating the limbs.

The first incantation sound from the opponent's mouth was deformed, because a hand reached into his mouth unobediently, and grabbed his tongue with all his might!

The mage was still dying, he reached for the wand pinned to his waist, and I had to say that it was a good idea, but this reflexive reaction did not change at will—his fingers ripped open his robe, reached into his bottoms, grabbed the crotch, and began to drive piles up and down faster than the Ferrari engine. Not only that, but his feet were constantly moving, he ran, jumped, spread his body in mid-air, and sat down hard with his ass to the ground......

Edward looked away from the stubble on the stump that jutted out of the ground and was about the size of a fist a foot. also ignored the screams and noises that caused the toothache and bone pain brought by the egg crushed chrysanthemum.

This fourth-level psionic ability is fatal for a mage who must chant spells or use gestures in order to cast spells...... The fourth-level psychic ability of this transformation system does not need to be in contact with the prey's spirit at all, and directly controls its physical actions-

The manifestation of psychic abilities, unlike spellcasting, is almost equal to nothing, and the accelerated time sense and constant arcane vision make it easy to identify the structure of most spell flows, even if it is a first-class ** master, as long as they are still using ordinary forms of spell casting, they must pay attention to chanting spells and even using materials. However, Edward could easily invoke the tentacles of spiritual power, shaping the energy of nature into all kinds of unbelievable abilities.

Moreover, it is not yet a copy.

The body of the Spirit Sucker stirred around his neck, slowly fluctuating with the flow of blood, and also weaving slender and invisible tentacles, but with completely different psychic abilities.

Just as several enemies were panicked and ready to come to the aid of their buddies, large swaths of silver slime formed in the space.

The flickering of the star's brilliance was particularly dazzling in the gradually darkening twilight, and the greasy ground was also the nemesis of heavy armor, even the knight who rushed forward couldn't help but be hit, even if he paused suddenly, he still slid forward a few feet, and almost fell uncontrollably, and the knight who was a little annoyed and angry snorted and stopped his attack. You can't track the opponent's position with your eyes and ears, so you can only rely on experience to guard against your opponent's sneak attack at any time.

However. The sticky greasy on the ground turned into a large flame in the next moment, and the blazing flames enveloped several people in the blink of an eye!

Manipulate the flames.

The sea of fire skyrocketed, then extinguished—under this terrible deterrent, the female Celestial had to intervene as well, and she waved her hand. Without even praying, a gust of wind swept up a thick layer of sand and blew away the surrounding and distant flames of the tyrannical flames mixed with brimstone.

Her companions. It is gradually recovering.

For the paladin's recuperation power, the damage of the flash was nothing, and it took only two or three breaths to restore fù to normal. For psychic manicers, though, this is enough.

Or rather, enough for his arrangement!

Let's do it.

He commanded in his heart.

As a result, a fluorescent light cut through the passage of space and pulled out a brilliant light and shadow!

The luster brought by this figure was not as magnificent and imposing as the previous Apostles of the Astral Plane, but there was another kind of silent sharp and vicious! like a needle hidden in the storm, flames, and smoke. And it was an absolutely deadly needle, and the blue light on it was the shadow of death.

It's too close. When the beautiful celestial creature turned its head. The black shadow had come to her! too close, as her body burst with a radiant glow. The sword had swept straight towards her neck, too close. Her surprise only drove her eyebrows, and the sword had already slashed across her neck.

Blood flies.

The celestial creature let out a cry of surprise...... How is this scene the same as the previous encounter?

She retreated in fear, covering her wounds, replenishing the missing skin with a surge of positive energy, but the terrifying cold of the sword prevented the regeneration from working...... Stopped for at least a few seconds,

So she finally found out to her horror.

That terrifying opponent, shrouded in a black burqa, was not far from her, in the half-collapsed building!

No, the opponent was not terrible, but what was terrible was what the opponent had in his hand—a silver, quaint metal bottle intudded with metal patterns, symbols, and seals. "Demon Collector......" A cryptic rune was muttered, and she screamed in horror, trying to force herself not to listen......

However, no one could stop the voice that sounded in my heart.

Sou!

The beautiful figure turned into a streamer and disappeared into the air.

Shoving the bronze cork into the mouth, Edward sighed.

This qiē was just a matter of a few breaths, and when the black robes slowly walked out of the hiding building, the two huge priests, and the few remaining paladins around them, had just turned back to their gods, and then ...... Each hesitated and retreated.

"What are you doing?"

When the tall man strode out of the billowing smoke, he couldn't help but shout angrily at the tragic situation in front of him. And in response to him were the equally innocent eyes of several paladins.

It's too fast.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he had already shown several unbelievable abilities, and they had just reacted, and several of their most reliable companions had already been abolished, especially what happened to the mage, which simply made them have a psychological shadow as men, it was not ordinary fear, but the panic that made people have to clamp their thighs.

Even, there is the arrogant and powerful man, who also disappeared inexplicably, without a trace.

"It is worthy of the power that the evil creature bestows upon you. But you won't be complacent for long!"

The Astral Apostle held the hammer across his chest, and angry flames rose in his golden eyes. Celestial beings should not be afraid, they are inherently a collection of positive energy, flying in the light of the gods and fearless...... But this opponent made him feel unprecedented oppression and had to take the most cautious action.

Edward's body trembled slightly.

He was not afraid.

On the contrary, he was excited, excited and inexplicable.

That's power.

The power he chases.

Although it was not yet regarded, it was the kind of feeling he dreamed of, the power of the caster.

When everyone is at the beginning, the caster is vulnerable to the warriors, and as long as they pay attention to the attacks they may use, a skilled warrior can neutralize the caster's deadly spellcasting gaps, and even easily create their weaknesses, circumstances, psychology, and numbers...... A large number of problems can create their strengths and casters' weaknesses.

However, as the level of strength continues to change, this gap will gradually become smaller, and eventually flip. As long as you want to, there are countless ways for a high-level spellcaster to deal with a high-level warrior.

......

Countless thoughts wandered in his mind, but the body of the lovely Dehua was as straight as a gun.

At this moment, the psychic seemed to have a clear feeling, he felt that he was divided into two—a self that was about to face the enemy, and a self that was calmly contemplating this qiē, and the two selves did not interfere with each other, forming a dynamic balance.

This is his battlefield, the battlefield that belongs directly to the heart.

Every detail, every grain of dust, is under his control.

"So, the next question is ......"

He whispered, tucking the small metal bottle into his cuffs, and at the same time raised his gaze, past the celestial creature in front of him, and landed in the distance, gradually rising in the commotion.

There, a set of tall walls enclosed the largest, tallest, and most ornate complex of buildings in all of Illyria, and countless towers soared into the sky, like swords piercing into the sky, absorbing the light in their bodies. (To be continued......)

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