The severe pain like heart tearing spread from the body, and every blood vessel was trembling crazily, as if there was an iron chain wrapped around his neck, tightening, tightening, and constantly pressing down!
In the drowsy pain and fear, Lund, who had exhausted all his strength, stretched his neck tremblingly and saw a ball of steel-like light appearing in the palm of Quintus's hand.
Then, press it coldly on yourself!
Type III Spells - Lesser Mechanical Mind.
Crazy, uncontrollable thoughts were united by a strong force. Lund heard his heartbeat gradually slowing down. He suddenly felt really tired, but the fatigue quickly dissipated. The stiff strength in his body gathered from all directions.
Come and hug him again.
Once, twice, three times, four times...
I don't know how long it took.
When his reason and emotions were pulled back to his body again, Lund opened his eyes and saw only Quintus's sinister face, suppressing his anger.
"I……"
"Damn idiot, you are such a waste!"
Quintus couldn't help but sneer:
"I followed your sister's instructions and took you with me to carry out the mission of the secret cult, but damn it, Lunde, tell me, what exactly did you do?!"
"Did you kill someone? Or were you killed? Teleport...that's it? This is your caster spell. You consumed a full eleven of my Type 3 spell slots! Give up, I've said it before,
You were never fit to be a mage."
"No matter how many spells you have mastered, or how many schools of supernatural skills you have mastered, your rationality will always be like a butter cookie under a diamond tableware compared to the hole in your heart. It will burst into pieces with just a scratch with a knife and fork."
Quintus looked down at the pale face with half pity and half indifference:
"Your courage died twenty-three years ago, and it will be with you for the rest of your life..."
Please consider the teacher's suggestion carefully. Isn't it also a relief for you to permanently solidify the mechanical mind in your soul?"
"No... never."
Lund took a breath and clenched his fists: "I promised my mother... I... I will become an outstanding mage in the family..."
"Quintus, my friend, don't laugh at me anymore."
He raised his head:
"There is a coward's soul living in this body. I know it better than anyone else, but..."
Lund suddenly fell silent.
Quintus on the side shook his head indifferently.
Not long after.
He suddenly stretched out his hand: "By the way, who was the person who killed all your night demons? What did she do to you, human fear spell or soul boiling?"
"No, it's a man." Lund's eyes twitched slightly: "That man..."
"Forget it, I'll see for myself."
Quintus's pupils suddenly glowed with a color like melting rainbow light.
Watched silently by those pair of rainbow eyes, Lund's memory suddenly went black, and then gradually drifted like smoke, wisp after wisp, flowing in criss-cross directions towards the opposite side.
"Speed, super-fast self-healing and barely decent physical fitness, but it can only be said to be mediocre."
In the center of the fire and smoke, the humanoid creature slowly crawled out of the pit, showing an unparalleled coquettish side. His bare feet were stepping on pulpy flesh, and every inch of injured skin on his body was healing rapidly, sucking the air greedily.
the material inside.
Memories are read scene by scene at extremely fast speeds.
After a few seconds, Quintus' pupils flashed and returned to normal black and white:
"He has a circle of biological information similar to a force field on his body. The effect is equivalent to type 3 or about 4 types of human fear spells. This kind of biological information similar to a force field should be based on sight, and it will treat everyone who sees him.
Carry out indiscriminate group spirit attacks.”
"The fourth type of human fear spell, with my current mental resistance, I can be exempted from it without using the protection of the power of Portugal. It is not too difficult."
Quintus waved his hand disapprovingly, and invisible chains tied up Alvin and Elena, who were fainting and dying next to them, and dragged them to him like dead dogs.
"Let's go, I'll take you to deal with him, then teleport to Yolf, and return to the Confederacy from there."
Quintus retracted his fingers in a playful manner, and the invisible chains began to exert force like a python strangulating. A look of pain was clearly visible on the unconscious Alger's face.
Lund heard the sound of his sternum breaking.
"Hurry up, let's help you get revenge." Quintus patted him on the shoulder: "Hurry up, I have killed so many people in the American Republic, and the Foundation will not sit idly by..."
"If you get entangled with them, you'll be in trouble."
Lund frowned.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Just when he was about to give up on the problem and prepare to open the portal.
The air suddenly became quiet.
"Not good!" Quintus' expression suddenly changed.
puff!!!!!!!!!!!
Huge, heavy wind pressure fell from the sky!
The legs of the humanoid shrouded in the hurricane were inserted into the concrete floor, like swords, and stood firm!
The glass on both sides of the street shattered in unison, and the sharp fragments like rain hit everyone on the head. At this loud noise, Quintus's eyeballs shook, and he let out a suppressed groan deep in his throat.
That is a kind of majesty!
It's as despairing as the majestic majesty of mountains and seas, like God descending into the world!
The sound of glass fragments breaking through the air was like a sword resounding. In this violent sound wave, Quintus seemed to hear a loud sound like a storm and a tsunami, and it was like thousands of gods roaring in unison on the sea!
"I found you."
The tremolo and wind noise gradually dissipated.
The human figure that was originally surrounded by the hurricane slowly raised its head. He had an overly young or immature face, with long platinum hair hanging down to his shoulders, and facial features as clear as classical sculptures, which seemed unreal in a trance.
His feet pierced deeply into the concrete pavement like swords, standing upright like javelins.
Quintus understood.
The man in front of him cannot walk with his legs. He can only maintain a basic balance while standing in this way.
"To be honest, I have always been a little curious about you, your birth, magic, and your structure..."
He began to speak, and countless water vapors gathered into a cloud-like creation, lifting him up.
"Is it possible to partially control elements?"
Quintus dismissed a thought in his mind: "Is it a wild mage?"
"I once selected Raleigh, an investigator from the Masonic Association, and asked him to answer my questions, but unfortunately, his authority was too low, and he didn't know anything about you any better than I did. Not only did he not give me
It doesn’t bring any substantial returns. On the contrary, it also gives me a bunch of freeloaders in my hands.”
Bai Shu looked down at the two people with very different expressions and said:
"Can you answer my question?"
"...It's really a magical force field. It's not like the human fear spell or the soul boiling spell, but more like the Igza Shocking Palm among the five types of spells."
After a brief silence, Quintus suddenly laughed:
"Okay, I can answer your questions and answers, but before that, why not give me a code first."
"signal?"
"Yes."
"Uh..." Baizhu said tentatively: "Encounter in another world and enjoy the delicious food?"
There was no sound coming from the other side.
The next second, a torrent of spells as violent as a tsunami poured out of Quintus' body——
Gravity field, rainbow jet.
Void bomb, cloud burning technique.
Fireball, acid arrows.
The Blade of Olutik, withered flesh, electrostatic field...
Colorful spells shot towards the sky, and the lights of various colors blended together, like a beautiful but dangerous grand fireworks.
"It's really stupid, leaving me such a long casting time, so let's give it the last blow..."
Quintus sneered and raised the Rod of Portugal in his hand. The surging magic energy poured into him, making his body shine in an instant, like a little sun:
"Fifth type of magic, Afanluo's dragon breath imitation technique!"
