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"It's just a little thing for the communication, and when he dies, he will activate it. (Like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)" "Nonsense ......" "Then you actually let it start?What a complete idiot, authentic...... Well, although you don't have a brain groove, you have a lot of strange words. "Stay naturally your sister!"

Unable to pay attention to the damn stone's teasing, Edward pulled back, complaining to himself.

He really didn't expect that there would be such a troublesome thing on the other party - the history of the development of magic in this world is too long, after several ups and downs, the changes are extremely weird, and I don't know when some unimaginable creations will appear, or innovation, or some kind of ancient secret tradition, in short, there are all kinds of things, and it is extremely difficult to figure out. And in the barren Xifengyi, these things will not have a chance to appear. Even if he had the heart to do so, he hadn't really delved into it and his knowledge was limited.

But what matters more to worry about now is that the narrow trail is a bit winding, but both ends are not far from where the other side is staying. However, the stone walls on both sides have no doors, and it seems that it is not easy to climb.

When the hunter approached the entrance of the alley, the group of people had already formed a small formation there.

For the sake of law and order, most cities in this world usually do not welcome mercenaries, although they will not be driven away, but unless there is a special permission, they are forbidden to carry long weapons, crossbows and other high-lethal things in the city.

However, the contradiction between decree and enforcement seems to be common in all intelligent societies - strict searches and prohibitions can only appear in more civilized and noble areas, that is, in urban areas where nobles gather. In this kind of civilian area, if someone secretly collects it and it is not discovered, then no one will care about such a small prohibition.

So now, this little prohibition has caused quite a lot of trouble for the hunters.

The five men on the opposite side were each wearing simple leather armor, but in addition to melee weapons such as swords and war hammers, they also had three crossbows. Although it was a simple small item, the bright blue color of the metal on the three-edged arrow pointing at Edward was clearly the result of quenching poison.

The hunter can only slow down carefully.

"Calm down, stupid. The voice of the Spirit Servant rang out in the hunter's heart, and its body slid from Edward's shoulder and fell into his left hand, which was not holding a sword: "Calm your mind, concentrate your mind, let go of all the constraints of matter on your mind." Don't focus on the appearances, they are all non-existent, they are false. Only its core is what really exists, what is made up of will. ”

"But ......"

"Do as I say! Concentrate your mind, and you can change things, you can reverse reality, you can reshape time and space. Every qiē will move with your heart," and for a moment, the voice of the Spirit Crystal Servant fell silent from the shrillity, calm, gloomy, and hard, with the same power as its maker, that seemed to make the atrium of the heart flutter.

The communication between the Psychic Warlock and the Spirit Crystal Servants is not known to outsiders, but the mercenaries facing them are still going about their business.

"Stand still and raise your hands above your head!

The gray shadow that slowly paced out of the alley made the leader of the mercenaries hesitate slightly—the power of the magic item made him know that an accomplice had died in the depths of the alley, but the magic could not tell him the specific situation and the identity of the perpetrator at the same time. But this character, who is slowly walking outward, seems to be walking with ease...... Not like a perpetrator.

Is it just a passerby?

He ...... Hell, it's that damn imp!" A shrill voice interrupted the hesitation, and the female leader of the mercenaries arrived from behind, her eyesight seemed to be quite good, and she recognized the face shrouded in the hooded shadow for a split second. Immediately screamed.

With the shout, the three arrows left the string one after another! Buzzing straight at the chest of the short man in the gray robe - the poisoned arrow does not need to be accurate, as long as it hits, the poison can exert the maximum damage, and the mercenary with the crossbow is also a veteran who is good at this, even if he is nervous, he has not chosen the wrong target.

However, before the hum of the crossbow ended, everyone's pupils constricted at the same time!

The man didn't panic, his right hand shook, and the long sword slashed upwards silently, and with a soft ding, it blocked the flying arrows!

The second and third crossbows were equally futile—the mercenaries were in the same haste, and since the trajectory had long been seen, the threat was naturally lost—the bloodstained sword barely moved to cut them off one by one.

And the man was still moving slowly.

That kind of indifferent and calm pace, which seemed to treat everyone in front of them as a puppet-like attitude, made the mercenaries can't help but hold their breath, and involuntarily think of the strong men they have seen and heard in their memories and danced with death for a long time, the arrogance from the bottom of their hearts, and the contempt for human life......

Fear spreads outward like a mist, and hangs like a lump of lead in everyone's heart.

The source of fear is unknown...... The unknown of the enemy, the unknown of the enemy's strength, the unknown of one's own future, and, of death.

The unknown becomes known in the next moment.

One sleeve of the gray burqa was raised, revealing the slender fingers in it, and a faint chirp erupted in the air, shaking everyone's eardrums in a chaotic way—and with that sound, a dull yellow-green burst out from the fingers, stretching through the air, dotting the face of the most lightly dressed mercenary.

A shrill howl drowned out most of the sounds around them. Including the snorting sound of toothache when the skin of the face melts.

"Mage!"

The howl made everyone's hearts tremble, but it also awakened their consciousness of being immersed in fear, so the three of them immediately threw away their crossbows and rushed up from the left and right, even messing up the original encirclement - although this would cause some passivity, a mage is terrible, even if it is only a mage apprentice, his spells are just as deadly.

Luckily, he had already cast a spell - the gap between the caster's preparation of the second spell was enough for the warriors to find an opportunity to turn the tide easily, so they had to rush forward without hesitation! This is common knowledge that rookies also know......

It's just that the difference between common sense and truth is that the former is only a high probability, not an absolute. In battle, even a 1 in 100,000 possible mistake is enough to cause a fatal problem.

Yes, absolutely deadly.

The coordination of the three mercenaries is quite good, they do not shoot at the same time, but the delay of the long sword, the battle axe and the mace constitute a clever time difference, no matter who the enemy attacks or which direction to dodge, he will be injured by at least one weapon, and the speed and strength of one person are absolutely impossible to parry the three.

But their opponents are not going to parry. He just nodded his finger seemingly casually.

The terrible sheen flashed again with a subtle noise, and this time, a dazzling blue-purple. The lightning that strikes a person's face spreads through the brain, not only does the face instantly blacken, but the terrifying stimulus is enough to make a person numb and become the best obstacle. On the other side, the blade of the long sword cut his throat with a single stroke.

The unrelenting mace slammed into his companion's shoulder, breaking bones with a powerful blow that splattered flesh and blood, but also allowed the user's strength to be used entirely on it. So the sword just gave it away, and it pierced the leather armor and pierced his heart, killing Jean before he fell to the ground.

And the last guy who rushed forward saw the twisted and trembling air in front of him.

A condensed sound struck him, a terrifying tremor that made him scarcely think about anything. I've already fainted.

The small battlefield became quiet in an instant.

A mage who doesn't need gestures, words, and can cast spells at will?

The mercenaries finally realized what kind of opponent they had encountered...... Oh no, there seems to be no way to call them mercenaries at the moment - four of the six who were alive and well are now on the ground, dead or waiting for death, and only a stunned, overwhelmed woman remains. There was also a guy who hesitated for a moment, and then yelled and pounced on him.

"Rhea, run!" he roared, wielding not a sword, but a few balls—the moment they were struck by a flash of lightning, they had burst into a cloud of billowing smoke that completely enveloped him and his enemies.

......

"Very capable. ”

Gently flicking the tip of his sword and watching the blood fall to the ground in strings, Edward exhaled slowly. Whisper to yourself.

The continuous activation of the spirit could cause bursts of throbbing pain in his brain, and the exhaustion was like a tidal wave to his brain, but the combat power that had just been refreshed made his spirit inexplicably excited.

Just now, in his eyes, whether it is a crossbow arrow or a sword, his eyes seem to have become slow, no, it seems that even his breathing, movements, and the whole world have become slow, only his thoughts are still as usual, even if the quenched arrows fly towards his chest, his mood does not fluctuate at all, and he is as calm as a piece of ice.

"Remember, this is the basis of the psychic man's ability, and the extremely precise control of the brain is used to get the most powerful exertion of one's own power, which is called self-hypnosis...... Hell, you really need to change your way of thinking, whatever your abilities, to connect with that shoddy sword, that's stupid for a psychic mancer!"

"Ability is a means, no matter how it is used, it can achieve the goal. The hunter frowned: "Psionics, I'm not as good as you, but killing, you're not as good as me......"

"Hell, when you kill someone, it's my stored psionic points!" The silence disappeared in an instant, and the voice of the Spirit Crystal servant became sharp again: "Also, you have a chance to kill that female, why didn't you do it? That will only make her flee back and make your enemies vigilant!"

"There are only fifty or so of them, oh, there are less than thirty left, do you think that even if they are vigilant, what can they do if they have other goals? What do you know about this hedron head?"

"Oh, yes? In that case, you can get the same effect by letting go of that stunned guy, right? Infertically retarded creek, your body temperature has risen? At least one-thirty-sixth, maybe one-twenty-fourth, from just now? My heart is beating faster, my breathing is short, my capillaries are open, and I'm still sweating...... Let's be honest, you still want to ...... with that female. Let's make a shot, isn't it?"

"Come on your uncle's shot! I'm tired!"

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