To fight a legendary monster with master-level strength, you can't do it under normal conditions.

If it's a physical monster, you'll often find that the opponent's strength, agility, and endurance are more than one level ahead of you.

If it's a legal monster, it's even worse, most people will find that their magic attacks that were invincible before can't shake the other party in the slightest.

To put it bluntly, this is [quality] not passing.

Low-density elemental attacks, falling on legendary monsters, really can't hurt them.

Harry was able to impress, but fortunately he was a disciple of the School of Physics. He has always enjoyed the bonuses from his master, senior brother, and various physical networks, which has allowed him to obtain enough [quality] under a bunch of super magic expertise.

And then with this alone, it can only be said that it can hurt the other party.

Wounded and killed, these are completely two levels of concept.

If you want to use traps to control the other party, and find opportunities to amplify your moves, how can it be so easy in reality.

Half a second less control, and the Harrys are gone.

In fact, just now, the staff in Wren's hand had been secretly raised several times.

Who would have thought Harry would be able to play so big when he was out of the box?

Doubling after exceeding the limit of one's ability, such a double spell will turn you into an idiot if you don't do it well.

Harry succeeded!

Three hundred meters away in the sky, a wind elemental crystallized by air condensed into a beautiful convex lens under the control of Harry's transcendent magical power. It attracts sunlight beyond this airspace.

A single beam of sunlight was not enough to create the [Heavenly Light] that killed the ghost of fire, so more convex lenses composed of highly concentrated wind element crystals hung in the sky.

A full 36 clusters of sunlight converged on a larger convex lens, and finally refracted and landed on the head of the fire ghost trapped in the trap.

Wren suddenly realized that Harry's long-term workout was simply a rehearsal for today.

Back then, in the Mara Tunnel, Ha used continuous specular reflection sunlight to inject into the deep branches of the tunnel. Then in the mouth of the devil, under his single-handedness, he played the same trick.

Day in and day out, Harry developed a defensive style of play like no other.

He doesn't have the amazing talent of Downs, but he has his own fighting style, knows how to avoid his weaknesses, and then makes the most of his strengths.

At this moment, the fire ghost's crimson eyes reflected a rainbow line that changed from thin to thick.

It froze—

Sanders, who was about to rush over to support Matt, also stopped.

A large cluster of brilliant rainbow rays gathered and descended from the clouds, following the curve of the convex lens of the wind, and slanted the black space into two irregular halves, and finally the rainbow cannon slanted down and landed directly on the head of the fire ghost in the trap.

Sanders had witnessed the violent aesthetics of the Downs' version of the electromagnetic cannon many times, and he could see at a glance that Harry was far inferior to Downs in terms of total magical power.

Harry also had his own merits. This extreme control of magic alone is far above the Downs, and has even risen to the realm of art.

When the refracted version of the Heavenly Light, which contained all of Harry's remaining magic power and devoted almost all of his mental power to it, finally turned into a sacred torrent and slammed into the ghost of fire, Wren could no longer care about watching the show, he stood up and nervously watched the ultimate showdown between the positive energy of light and the negative energy of evil.

"Harry! Will it win? ”

In Wren's vision, the Ghost of Fire was on the left side of his line of sight, and Harry was on the right with a shot of heavenly light.

According to the metaphysics [since ancient times, the left side of the wave has been lost], and the ghost of fire has lost.

Wren was extremely entangled.

As the creator of the [Heavenly Light] that launched the revision of the [Heavenly Light] with a convex lens, no one knows better than him how powerful this extreme divine power is to restrain the undead. With this alone, you can ignore the challenge level gap of at least level 3.

But when he thought that he was purely angry with Harry today, a certain master who lacked virtue was a little eager for the ghost of fire to carry this blow.

As an unserious master, at this moment, he not only wanted to be angry, but also thought about it: if Harry succeeded, wouldn't he be able to prostitute the ability of one more legendary disciple for nothing, so he kind of thought that Harry succeeded.

This kind of mentality of [both] [and] even he feels that it is very excessive.

He even had a vague desire to see if the Spectre of Fire could force Harry to make one last move.

This is a master's intuition - how can a true hero not have his own mysterious trick at the bottom of the box at the end?

This intuition seems to be getting closer and closer to being realized......

"Despicable!"

Rarely, this spectre of fire could speak the lingua franca of humanity.

It's in terrible condition at first glance.

On its fiery body, the flames were constantly weakened by the frost jets. The illumination of the [Heavenly Light] made it keep screaming miserably, and its huge body quickly shrunk.

It tried to make a final slam but couldn't break free from Harry's chain trap.

With each of its drastic movements, the wind elemental crystal convex lens hanging high in the sky only needed to move a slight angle, and a huge pillar of light with a radius of ten meters would continue to shine on it.

As an imaginary body, it can theoretically penetrate any solid and drill beneath the ground.

The whole ground had been filled with formulas and the names of great scientists for Harry the Devil, so much so that its virtual body had failed.

At the last moment, it abandons the flaming soul shell on its outer layer and plays a trick of the golden cicada to break off its shell.

It was a success.

This time Harry really miscalculated, he almost watched as the Spectre of Fire burst to less than three meters away from him, living up to Wren's expectations and forcing Harry's last move......

I saw Harry take a deep breath and let out his ultimate move-

"Master! Help me! It's the disciple I lost! Help me! Harry screamed in a gong-like voice, and finally struggled to put on his magic shield.

Ha!?

Wren was stunned for a moment.

After a very brief blank in his brain, Wren couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Isn't the ultimate reliance of his good apprentice exactly his 'strong and invincible' master?

Admittedly, he could do nothing and continue to let the Ghost of Fire hunt Harry for fun. But does that make any sense?

Things have developed to this point, he can't afford to lose a disciple who has been teaching for so long and has a bright future.

Wren angrily scolded, "Bastard! ”

Scolding and scolding, the staff was still lit out, and a strange light shot on Harry, and Harry suddenly found himself as light as a swallow, and his pace was faster than not.

This is the staff's own [Acceleration Technique]! And it's a super enhanced version!

With Wren's strength, this acceleration can make Harry's movements several times faster.

As a result, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

In front of him, a bitter young mage was sprinting in front of him with his cumbersome robe in both hands, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't care about his demeanor, and even showed his leg hair when he ran, but his cadence was as fast as a windmill, and even tears were pouring out. scolded with one mouth, I don't know who I'm scolding.

Behind it, a legendary ghost with teeth and claws was chasing, not only could it not catch up, but its back was constantly irradiated by the [Light of Heaven], and it suffered huge divine damage every second.

Harry circled the hill where Wren was and ran three laps at an extraordinary speed of 100 meters and 3 seconds before the Spectre of Fire was drained of the last of its 'blood' and screamed and reduced to a piece of soulless soul dregs.

At the same time, a powerful aura erupted from Harry's body, and a tide of magic surged.

[Congratulations to the host, your disciple Harry Winston has been promoted to the legendary archmage......]

Wren: "Grass! (a plant)"

(End of chapter)