Magus Tech Chapter 382: Wither, fragile life!

"Ah, this..." Heidi stopped when she heard Gibran's words, her eyes opened wide, she subconsciously looked at Surades, and then at Gibran.

There were indeed two cups of tea in the tray in her hand, because Suradia told her that there would be a guest coming, but she didn't think that this guest seemed to be a bad person.

This...

"You can give me the tea of ​​the remaining generation in your hand, right?" Gibran asked again at this time.

Heidi didn't know what to do.

"Meow!"

A black cat appeared at the door of the study, with green light shining from its eyes, as if sensing some danger, it arched its body and barked.

Heidi's body shook slightly when she heard the meowing of the cat. She calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and calmed down a little.

"That..." Heidi looked at Gibran, tried her best to put on a smile, and said, "Sir... since you want tea... well... actually the tea is not very good... I'm going to I'll give you another cup..."

As Heidi spoke, she slowly approached Gibran. Just as she was about to walk in front of Gibran, Heidi raised her eyebrows suddenly, lifted the tray, and hit the tray, the teacups on the tray, and the hot tea in the teacups at Gibran.

At the same time, shouted: "You are a bad person!"

"Swipe!"

The "gunpowder" floating in the air was instantly ignited, and a series of chain reactions took place between the lightning and flint.

First of all, Su Ladi yelled: "Heidi, don't! Run!"

Then there was the black cat with its body bowed at the door, rushing over like an arrow, aiming at Gibran's body and about to scratch it.

Finally, Suradi stood up. The hands hidden under the table had already worn many shining magic pattern rings at some point, and firmly grasped a withered and simple Short staff.

Suradi aimed at Gibran, and the many magic pattern rings on his fingers were brightly lit, and he was about to release the most powerful spell with his staff to attack!

"Go to hell!" Shouted Socrates.

The "gunpowder" in the air was ignited, burning and spreading rapidly, the air was expanding rapidly, and it was about to explode and reached the final edge.

But at this moment, Gibran made a move.

Gibran shot or didn't make a shot, because he just flicked his fingers a few times, and everything came to an abrupt end.

The tense atmosphere that rises to the highest peak, instantly falls to the valley, and then falls into the abyss of terror.

"Boom!"

Heidi, who was attacking Gibran, flew upside down, fell to the ground, and fell into a coma.

"Boom!"

As soon as the black cat attacking Gibran came into contact with Gibran, it bounced off like an electric shock, made a miserable cry, and escaped from the study at a faster speed than rushing up.

"Boom!"

Suradia, who attacked Gibran, was the weirdest. He exuded a powerful aura all over his body. The magic pattern ring in his hand was extremely bright. The next moment, it was like a balloon being punctured. All of a sudden, all the powerful momentum disappeared. The magic pattern ring dimmed in an instant, the mana fluctuation dissipated, and the powerful attack spell was stillborn before it was released.

Suradi swayed violently, fell backwards, and collapsed on the seat. His face turned gray, the wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, and his eyes became cloudy, like two stars emerging from a quagmire. In a very short period of time, he seems to have aged twenty, or even thirty years - from a normal old man to a dying old man with only one breath left.

"Crack!"

Gibran reached out and firmly caught Heidi's thrown tray and teacup, picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and commented, "Well, it's actually pretty good... but it's a bit not suitable for my taste. .”

Saying that, Gibran stepped forward, put the tray and teacups on a wooden stand next to him, and turned to look at Su Ladi.

At this time, Su Ladi sat on the seat and trembled constantly, as if he was enduring great pain, gritted his teeth, looked at Gibran, and asked aloud: "You... what did you do to me? ?”

"Actually, I didn't do anything." Gibran said, stepping a little closer to Surades, "I just cast a small spell, um, a very small spell, a low-level zero ring, which is regarded as a trick spell."

"How... is it possible?" Suradia didn't believe it at all, his body continued to tremble uncontrollably, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "A trick, can... make me like this?"

"That's the truth. This is the source of my confidence." Gibran said, "I'm busy and have a lot of things to do, but according to the arrangement, I still have a few minutes free today, which I can use to give you Explain:

First of all, the spell cast on you is indeed a zero-ring low-level spell, but it is an extremely ancient ancient spell. It has long been lost in the process of inheritance, and it is only preserved in our organization. It belongs to a type of life-changing spell, and its name is... wither.

Yes, withering can make the grass wither, and it can also make some fragile life wither.

I know what you want to say, nothing more than, how can you be considered a fragile life? You are a second-level wizard. If you burst out with all your strength, you can level the entire street.

However, you have to understand that strength and vulnerability do not conflict. Just like being strong does not conflict with health.

You are a wizard of the second class, but after we discovered your organization's existence, we got to know you and all of you specially. As we got to know it, we discovered that after the fall of the Black Spirit Empire, you have inherited some very special spells. Apart from the more common evocation spells, there are also a small number of life-changing spells.

As a result of this small amount of change-like life breath spells, the members of your council have embarked on a very biased path to upgrade to the level of wizards-it’s okay to have poor talent and insufficient accumulation. The medicine forcibly transforms the body, so that the mental strength can be raised to a corresponding level~IndoMTL.com~ so that the source of law can be reshaped and perfectly accommodated by the body, etc.

In this way, after the promotion, your body will be very fragile, even more fragile than a baby, but you will naturally have a way to slowly repair it with the life-changing spells you have inherited, so that you can reach the level within a long period of time. A state of balance, a return to normalcy, and a special kind of deep sleep to prolong life, but... everything just looks normal.

You are very clear that in this state of balance, it is almost impossible to use extraordinary power for a long time - once it is used for a long time, the balance will be broken, and it will take a long time to adjust before it can be restored.

From my point of view, you are like a candle. For higher brightness, you exhausted the wax oil in advance, and then reshaped it with soil, trying to maintain the last bit of light, and constantly convincing yourself that it is normal of.

It's funny, it's so funny, it's fragile, it's really fragile.

The spells you have inherited have fatal flaws, and it was because of this that the Black Spirit Empire did not have a large area of ​​application. But you don't know, or even if you know, you don't think that anyone has mastered the spell to address this shortcoming, so they use it on a large scale.

So now, I just need to use a long-lost little trick called 'Wither' to hit your vital parts and break the balance you are trying to maintain, and your body will collapse, just Became what you are now. "

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