Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 225: Release
"Thirty times ..."
Maer Bu roars unwillingly. ⊥
But on him, the earthy yellow Spell Formation flashed, and then exploded!
The layers of silver metal on his body kept falling on the ground, turning into silvery white round cakes.
"Abominable ... the body can't bear it ..."
Maer Bu half kneeled on the ground, watching the direction of Leylin's escape, and his face was unwilling.
Gravity Spell Formation is also a great burden for him. With the strength of his level 1 Magus peak, he can also increase gravity up to twenty times, and if he goes up, even him, it will change under gravity. Into discus!
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A long way from the battlefield, inside a hidden cave.
The Formation, which emits the halo of Spell, is constantly sucking air, it seems to be attracting something. In the upper part of Spell Formation, there is also an inverted "l" symbol, which continuously shines with glittering.
And beside Formation, there are two Knight wearing black heavy armor, guarding nervously.
Bang!
The light of gravity Formation suddenly skyrocketed.
Instantaneously, a Shadow rushed in at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and fell straight in the center of Formation, making a loud noise.
The dust was flying, the original Formation was completely destroyed, and there was a large pit on the ground.
"Oh!"
Leylin barely straightened up, and another blood spurted out. At the same time, he felt severe pain in his body, as if all were torn.
The power of gravitational Spell Formation is related to Strength. Although it makes Leylin out of the predicament, it also hurts him.
"Magus at the peak of level 1. Sure enough, I can't match it now, everyone has a hidden trump card ..."
Leylin smiled bitterly.
"Master!" Number Two and Number Three immediately bowed their knees.
"Hmm! Let's get out of here!"
Leylin looked around. The opponent commanded.
Now that he is seriously injured by status/mode, his combat effectiveness is not alive. It is very dangerous whether you meet your enemies or yourself.
Fortunately, during this time, he has secretly built a few small footholds in this area. Only he and the two soul servants know the place. It is safest.
Until the injury is healed, Leylin is not ready to officially appear in front of everyone.
Under the support of Number Two and Number Three, Leylin and his party left here quickly.
"Although this time I was seriously injured, it was not without gain! At least. The two trump card, metal life and gravity Spell Formation of Maer Bu, have all been exposed ..."
This kind of level 1 peak Magus information is the most rare.
Leylin has collected some of his news through Thousand Meddling Leaves and Four Seasons Garden before, but for the trump card and the like, the intelligence of the two forces did not mention the slightest mention.
Perhaps this is why he lacks power and status.
"A.I. Chip! Have all the previous data been recorded?" Leylin asked silently.
"The specific data of Maer Bu has been recorded, and the character table has started to be generated!" The sound of A.I. Chip machinery sounded in the ear of Leylin, and then the blue dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes. A virtual screen appears.
"Maer Bu? Lilytell level 1 pinnacle Magus estimate Strength:10.7Agility:9.5Vitality: 23Spirit: 79Magic Power : 79 (Magic Power is in synchronisation with Spiritual Force) Elemental Essence Conversion Attribute: Metal progress: 78% -85%
Special skills: 1. Metal life: After the fusion of a pure elemental metal life, the fatal damage of various human beings is invalidated. Vitality is greatly increased. When using the metal Spell, an additional bonus will be obtained. But as a result, human touch is lost. 2. Gravity Spell Formation: Gravity Spell Formation rune was found on the surface of its body. Estimated completeness: 56%. All recorded! Can launch 2x to 25x gravity attacks with a range of one hundred yards! Estimated maximum power: 29 times! "
After this fight. The detailed information of Maer Bu has been mostly understood by Leylin.
It can be said. If we continue to fight next time, and Leylin makes targeted measures, the probability of his death in the hands of Leylin is more than half.
This is just an advantage reflected in the data. Leylin's eyes flashed, "A.I. Chip! Build a character model, simulate the best killing scheme, and calculate Number Two and Number Three ..."
Instantly, the scenes of battles crossed Leylin's's mind.
After ten minutes, the feedback from A.I. Chip came.
"According to the latest data simulation results, Target died! Number Two died, Number Three was seriously injured, Host's Body was slightly injured!"
Looking at the plan given by A.I. Chip, a smile appeared on Leylin's's face: "Maer Bu! The next time you meet, it will be your death ..."
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Except Eternal River Secret plane, it is still in the inverted castle.
The interior of a room that was as cold as an ice bank, and surrounded by huge ice cubes.
Haitaer wears a thick pair of heavy glasses, staring intently at a boiling beaker in front of him.
"The hair of the banshee, the nails of the ground lizard, and ... the silk sac of Duroc spider ..."
Muttering an unclear meaning in his mouth, both hands is like a precision machine, adding the same material to the beaker constantly.
"Daughter of Serholm (scarlet), come here!"
After the material has been completely melted in the beaker, Haitaer opens both hands into the air and sings a spell like Sacrificial Offering in a strange language.
Om ...
The ground began to tremble, and a **** smell began to permeate in the small room.
Haitaer For a moment, it seemed that he saw a sea of bloody seas, and was rushing at him.
The **** ocean condenses in an instant, and turns into a weird woman with a tall and gorgeous body but no face.
The woman's figure is unreal, so she floats in midair.
"... f excite sng private eal!" Haitaer uttered a long series of Ancient mantras, very snoring, and the tone was very obscure. Filled with a primitive and barbaric atmosphere.
"Hmm ..." After hearing the Haitaer sacrifices, the woman finally spoke. A strange sound that sounds like a bird tweeting and a flying insect shaking its wings.
"Quick! Bring it up!" Haitaer said to the old woman behind.
The old woman clapped her hands. Two lines of servants in black clothes came in, and racked a dozen humans with black bags over their heads, still shaking.
"Oh!" The woman in midair screamed excitedly, and then she leaned forward slightly.
Oh! puff! puff!
From the captives, countless huge cracks suddenly burst, and blood poured out like a fountain.
The servants on both sides immediately retreated as if they saw a plague.
Wow!
The blood condenses into a stream, floating strangely in the air, flowing from a low point to the woman in the air.
After a while. There was no trace of blood on the ground, and the red color on the woman's body seemed more gorgeous.
After getting the sacrifice, the woman nodded, and her face without facial features wriggled, forming the shape of a teapot.
Tick!
A drop of blood-red liquid dripped out of the mouth of the pot and fell straight into the beaker.
kā chā!
As the liquid dripped into the beaker, a red flame burst out immediately. The entire beaker was shrouded in, and during the flames, other sounds were emitted from time to time, like the Sorrowful Cry of the wrong soul.
When the flames burn. The woman disappeared strangely into the air.
Neither the Haitaer nor the old woman found out how the other party left.
"How?" The old woman stared at the red flames, the fire spreading. There was also a heartbreaking look on her face.
Under the red flame, the old woman's face seemed to be twisted. Intimidating.
"This is the most probable method that I have obtained through many experiments, and also passed Sacrificial Offering. With the help of a little Strength of blood evil thoughts ... It should be the most effective antidote to this curse!"
Haitaer looked at the red flame that was gradually extinguishing, his face was very calm, and his eyes had a wise light.
"I hope so! It is very urgent before the Jenna curse has completely struck ..." the old woman muttered.
Hearing this, there seems to be a strange look in Haitaer's eyes.
Although Jenna inherited the prophecy of innate skill, it is the hope of this family, but Manra is also a relative of the other party. Such a move, even from the perspective of White Magus, is a bit excessive.
But Haitaer masked her surprising color well and did not let the old woman discover it.
Oh!
After a few more minutes, the red flame completely extinguished, exposing a strange object in the beaker that had solidified.
This object seems to be a mollusk, like a mass of jelly, still crawling in accidentally.
"Success!" A smile appeared on Haitaer's face.
Immediately, his face turned formal, and he said solemnly to the old woman: "... Madam, although I have a lot of confidence in this method of lifting, curse is a very troublesome thing. Some Black Magus also I like to add all kinds of nausea toxins, and it will be very troublesome if not handled well, so if ... I mean, if possible, talk with the cursed Magus ... "
"No need! My family will not compromise with anyone! Fate is behind us!" The old woman refused, seeing Haitaer can only smile bitterly.
Because of concerns about the chain reaction of the curse, during the treatment, Jenna and Manla were placed two far away, respectively.
Haitaer is wearing a white robe, and there are many rune with glittering and milky light on it.
At this time, he held up a vessel in his hand, and the soft weird lay quietly inside.
Haitaer looked at the unconscious Manla on the experimental platform, and finally turned to look at the old woman once.
The old woman nodded expressionlessly.
Seeing this, Haitaer could only sigh inward, and then looked solemnly, "So, I want to start ..." (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, the novel is better and faster!