People tend to overestimate how much control they have over things and ignore the impact of other uncontrollable factors such as chance and luck, but in fact, a large part of the success or failure of things is included in chance or luck.

This bias in judgment is known in psychology as the 'illusion of control'.

Right now, Nikita has this delusion.

She mistakenly thought that she was in control of the situation, and thought that with her strength as a top registered wizard, she could easily crush the young hunters in front of her.

But reality hit her hard.

What a blow.

A blood-colored runic projectile landed on the ninefold mantra guardian barrier she had summoned, and it effortlessly pierced layer after layer of barrier, as if someone had poked a soap bubble with the tip of a needle.

On the translucent golden barrier, one after another continuous and smooth bullet holes appeared.

With each bullet hole, the translucent topaz-like barrier that looked like a hill was like a train running at full speed crashed into a piece of glass, shattering the glass.

Tiny amber rays of light rained down from mid-air, casting a mesmerizing dreamlike hue over the dimly lit tavern.

Ninefold barrier.

Nine hills.

Nine light rains have been raised.

It only slowed down the speed of the galloping rune bullet slightly, and the blood color that swirled around the rune bullet lightened a little.

The banshee's fingers trembled slightly, and several pieces of white bone flew out from between her fingers to meet the rune. These bone fragments were the 'ingredients' she had secretly stolen from the galleys of the Mist, making soup for the captain, and they were said to be fragments from the ribs of a certain great wizard, but in that galley, they were nothing more than a few bones in a pile of not very fresh flesh.

Aside from the fact that they were hard and difficult to boil, there was nothing peculiar about these bones.

There were no mysterious magical marks on the bones, no coveted magical substances in the bones, and if it was not necessary for a little bone powder to make some potions that had special uses for the lich, Nikita would not have taken the risk of scooping up these undercooked bone fragments from the captain's soup bowl.

Right now, the hardest thing she could find in her mind was these few bones.

The pale bone fragments slid silently through the air, like a few flying tarot cards, crashing head-on into the rapidly flying talisman. The edges of the sharp bone fragments cut into the sharp warhead, and time seemed to stand still for a moment in a moment.

In the tavern, everyone saw that moment.

- Looks like you don't have to think about how to grind them into bone meal.

The thought crossed Nikita's mind.

The bone fragments collided with the talisman bullets, and the gray-white bone powder was sprinkled and fell down. The blood and qi swirling on the rune became more and more dim, and the speed of the rune became more sluggish.

The banshee shook off the black bracelet on her wrist.

"Shit!" Zhang Jixin only had time to curse in a low voice, and Edamame glanced at him dissatisfied.

Zheng Qing's face turned pale, leaning on a dining table, barely keeping his eyes open, watching the bracelet fall to the ground - the talisman gun he was using now was all visualized in his mind by himself, so after firing the blood talisman bullet with the talisman gun in the past, the feedback that was borne by the talisman gun would be borne by his consciousness at this moment.

Even if those blood qi and runes were all from him, the powerful 'recoil' of the blood rune bullet still made the wizard almost pass out.

The black bracelet immediately turned into a small black snake the thickness of chopsticks with the banshee's white wrist hesitated in mid-air for half a second, then stretched its body and turned into a small black snake the thickness of chopsticks.

The little snake rose in the face of the rain and the bone-meal in the sky, and in an instant, it rose from the thickness of chopsticks to the thickness of a bucket, and when it landed, there was a loud sound, and the whole tavern trembled.

Even after hitting the ground, its thick body did not stop growing, and in a matter of moments, a large black figure filled almost half of the tavern hall.

The dark scales shimmered with a dark sheen, and the white fangs breathed bone-eating breath.

But the most striking thing is its three heads raised high.

This is a three-song black Jiao.

Rise!!!

The black Jiao roared, the left side of its head lowered, and the short but hard horns fiercely met the slow-moving talisman bullet. Slowly, but surely, the blood rune slammed into the horns.

Click.

The horns shattered, and the green blood mixed with the painful roar of the black Jiao splashed in all directions. But after a series of snipers, the blood rune bullet finally ran out of blood, stuck between the black Jiao's skull, and stopped advancing.

Zhu Zhu, who was squatting on the chair from beginning to end, breathed a sigh of relief, his calves were weak, and he collapsed on the chair.

Nikita's face turned pale and she looked at several young wizards.

"Wonderful defiance. ”

She stood in the curled body of the black Jiao, raised her hand to pat the thick scales on the black Jiao's body comfortingly, and her voice was as calm and confident as before: "A year ago, you would only tremble under my gaze, but a year later, you can already do something decent...... What I like most is to invest in growth targets. ”

"Well, my previous proposal is still valid...... I hope you make one last choice before this little guy goes berserk. ”

The 'little guy' in Nikita's mouth is actually not small at all, it is the huge three-song black dragon.

At this moment, Heijiao, who was almost hit by a talisman bullet in his head, was dragging his bloody left head, looking at a few delicious blood foods in the room with a hideous expression.

Its injured head stared at the fattest blue fat man, the right head stared at Zhang Jixin, who had the most chewy meat, and the largest head in the middle was aimed at Zheng Qing, with a fierce and greedy smile on the corner of his mouth - among all of them, Zheng Qing was in the worst state and the weakest resistance.

Jiang Yu stood beside the wizard, holding a few pieces of cyan jade in his hand, his lips a little pale from nervousness.

Zheng Qing's eyes wandered between the black Jiao and the banshee, and he measured the difference in combat power between the two sides in his heart. Nikita is naturally a top registered wizard, this is confirmed by the Wizarding Alliance, even if the Faceless Demon is a little worse, it will not be too bad, and the most ferocious looking black Jiao, looking at its size, Zheng Qing is very suspicious that it is infinitely close to the level of a great wizard.

With the combat strength intact, facing Nikita alone, the Sin Hunting Team still has some certainty of victory.

But right now, because of that talisman bullet, he was almost half-useless, Zhang Jixin and Xin Fatzi were almost vomited blood by Nikita's previous punch, and the other party added a powerful three-song black Jiao.

Obviously, the battle plan of eliminating the advantages of one and continuing to tackle the tough battles is obviously out of date.

He took a deep breath, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao nodded undetectably, and made a vague gesture at him.