Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2678: Cut the darkness in the blink of an eye
Chapter 2678 slashing darkness to the momentary light (sixty)
"Sure enough, no matter how strong your defensive spells are, they will only automatically respond to objects approaching at high speed. If I shoot slowly, they won't detect it." Albert sneered: "Wait for you for a long time. You thought you would win. Now, you can stand still and breathe? It's a sneak attack opportunity for nothing."
"How on earth did you do it?" Reinhardt asked reluctantly: "I first put my two companions down, and then cast illusion around them to deceive me, and escaped from the affected area of the ice prison. How fast can you go?!"
"What a fool to think about. Those two are all real clones." Albert said, "It was they who knocked down your comrade just now."
"What?!"
"Remember meow? I'm an orc, and an orc can't use spells." Albert mocked: "These clones are naturally not spells, but [miracles]. You mages can only think with the logic of mages, I thought that all the unnatural phenomena in front of me were the result of magic, and naturally I couldn't win against me."
"A miracle?------" Reinhardt has only heard that [miracle] can produce [photon], [mass energy] and [space-time] out of nothing, but from [first miracle] to [ The Third Miracle], it is impossible to make Albert's [Clone Technique] with actual quality a reality, and it can be controlled like a real person.
There is only one possibility to make the Clone Technique a reality.
[The Fourth Miracle]------A rumor that is only circulated among mages, and almost no one would seriously believe it, is it actually true?
"Umhahahahaha!!" Reinhardt burst out laughing. When the young blond man laughed, it was full of unremarkable cheerfulness, just like his handsome face.
"Understood. I think so. You are a transcendence, a person who transcends common sense. If you fight with common sense, you will definitely not be able to win." He said: "So——I Just give up [common sense]!"
Before Albert could knock him unconscious, the mage quickly slashed his arm with the small dagger hidden by his staff. This slashed down fiercely, and of course, blood splattered, and the bright red things that spewed out even dyed half of his sleeves red like fuel.
Then, scarlet blood mist began to spread around, and the momentum was extremely fast.
"What are you doing meow?!" Albert wanted to knock his opponent unconscious, but he asked one more question for fear that Reinhardt would cast some dangerous curse.
"This is called [Ice Blood Mist]." The other party replied: "Sorry, it's too late for you to hide now. This blood mist can not only freeze everything around quickly, but also affect the nerves of surrounding creatures. , make people unable to move. Even the slightest touch on the skin, you have already lost."
Albert frowned. Indeed, it was too late for him to hide. After all, he was standing behind Reinhardt and had almost zero-distance contact with him. The rapidly spreading ice blood mist had already touched his hand. A feeling of soreness and numbness quickly spread from the place where it was touched, deeper than the coldness of the blood mist itself.
"This is no ordinary magic. What the **** are you...!"
"My full name is Reinhardt F. Garnan. Before joining the Great Mage Association, he was a conjurer." The other party replied.
He knew he couldn't beat Albert with common sense, so he gave up common sense and fought with extraordinary means. Even if the magician was deeply disgusted by the magician, he used it, and still, with the consciousness that even himself was frozen and hurt the enemy and himself, he used the blood mist of ice to kill Albert and him. Seal it up!
The surrounding air is solidifying, forming pink ice flowers out of thin air. These wonderful ice flowers composed of blood mist are quickly connected to each other and become a loose floc structure, and then absorb the water vapor in the air, continue to spread. At this time, Albert already felt that his whole body was not obeying his commands. The blood mist used the blood of the caster as a medium to create a powerful anesthetic effect, both physically and mentally, it began to erode all creatures within the range of the blood mist of ice.
Another spell. It was indeed a misfortune. A powerful conjurer is not like the stupid wolf that Albert knew, who only knows how to attack with spells. A truly powerful conjurer will give "commands" to spells. As long as certain conditions are met, spells can even directly distort the opponent's will.
Let Albert touch the blood mist, probably one of the conditions. But even so, spells shouldn't have this level of power. The spell can have such a powerful effect, probably because... Reinhardt, the caster, "sacrificed" himself.
"Damn...but this way, you can't be all right..." Albert struggled, feeling his tongue numb and unable to fluently say.
"I'll freeze here with you. But that's fine." Reinhardt's seven orifices, who were also trapped in the blood mist of ice, were seeping blood, but his words were still fluent: "Even if I can't fight If I win you, the [Third Choir] who will arrive soon will take over my job. Even if you can escape from this fog of ice and blood, the syndicate magic performed by the [Chorus] of hundreds of people, It will definitely overpower you. Give it up!"
"Just... joking...!" Albert replied with difficulty. He wanted to use the power of the Holy Spirit White Tiger to move elsewhere in order to escape this blood fog. But it may be that the opponent's spell is affecting, and the space transfer can't take effect. He also wanted to use the power of the Holy Spirit White Tiger to form a subspace membrane on the surface of his body to isolate the cold air. But this also failed, the influence of the spell really penetrated deep into the bone marrow, inhibiting and interfering with all his actions.
The fog is getting denser and the surrounding pink batt-like structures are denser and redder. It is not difficult to imagine that this bright red is all from Reinhardt's blood. That guy bleeds from the seven holes, and sacrificed his own vitality for this spell, which is enough.
Separation... even more ineffective. If he turns into a clone under this circumstance, the spell effect of the Ice Blood Mist will erode even his clone. Wouldn't Albert have to suffer double the erosion? Even if he takes the risk of letting the clone pull him from behind himself, there is no guarantee that Albert's deity can successfully escape from the blood fog of ice that has a huge impact area!
You can't do anything about it. Consciousness begins to blur. This time it's really fun.
Rumble rumble rumble---The tiger man youth vaguely heard something flying high in the sky, making the noise of the engine as it flew.
Iron Cavalry...?
The tiger man thinks with his mind that is gradually freezing, but it seems that the brain is not enough.
...Enemy reinforcements?
The situation is bad. Can't concentrate on thinking.
But not right. When mages want reinforcements, they can use air dance or teleportation. I have never heard of mages driving an iron cavalry to a place for reinforcements.
Reinhardt said there were hundreds of people in the [Fourth Choir]. That is to say, when they arrive, there must be a lot of movement. If every mage came over with an iron cavalry, the movement would be even greater, and it would not be what it is now.
It can only be said that someone came, but that person was acting alone, not a member of the [choir].
Albert pondered with his mind that gradually stopped, although no amount of thinking could get him out of trouble.
Or maybe not.
A gust of wind came head-on, and the powerful impact blew away the blood mist of ice in seconds!
"What...?" Reinhardt, who was also trapped in the blood mist and weakened due to massive blood loss, was stunned by this sudden change.
The blood mist dissipated, and Albert slowly regained some consciousness. What appeared in front of him was actually a human-shaped iron cavalry!
Yes, it's a cavalry. Although it doesn't look like an iron cavalry at all now, it looks like some kind of giant iron man in full armor.
Albert, however, faced off against the dragon knight Doha, and learned his iron cavalry that would transform into an iron giant. Therefore, the tiger has long been familiar with this strange situation, and recognized at a glance that this is the iron cavalry after the transformation. What is that called? ...[Dragoon system]?
The question is, who the **** is driving this thing? It must be the allies, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the shock wave to blow away the blood mist and saved Albert. Could the person in this iron cavalry be the Dragon Knight Doha?
"No, I guessed wrong." As if knowing what Albert was thinking, the man in the cockpit opened its heavy hatch and came up to say.
The other party showed a face and asked with a slight sarcasm: "Your next sentence is: [how did you appear in such a place]?"
"Uh, no." Albert looked at each other's face in a daze: "My next sentence is, who are you?"
He didn't recognize each other for a while. Albert felt that his brain was frozen and stupid by the influence of the ice blood mist, and it looked like he had dementia.
The strategist Eric then elongated his face: "What a ruthless guy. It's a shame I came here to save you."
"But I'm really unfamiliar with you..." Albert continued to complain. Only then did his memory finally recover~IndoMTL.com~ remembered Eric the strategist. This guy seems to have been looking for a chance to get on Bedivere's boat before, and he is close to that stupid wolf. But Albert and Eric are really unfamiliar and haven't talked a few times. Why Eric would be in such a place at such a time, in time to save Albert, is a mystery.
"But... evil..." Reinhardt fell in a pool of his own blood at this point. Most of the blood mist was blown away, but many flocculent blood threads fell to the ground and turned into a thin pool of red—if that could be called a pool of blood.
Tiger people youth move their hands and feet and feel much better. The effect of the spell seems to require that kind of blood fog to continue, and there is no follow-up when the blood fog dissipates. And Reinhardt sacrificed a lot of his own blood, so it was natural for him to fall from anemia.
At this time, Albert also suddenly felt the presence of a large number of people approaching. He looked up and saw a group of mages approaching in the sky five hundred yards away.
The number of people is probably over a hundred, too many to count. If nothing else, the group of mages who were approaching with the sky dance technique was what Reinhardt called the [chorus]—the team of mages who were good at combining and casting great magic.
Being entangled with this group of people is no fun.