The spell Salomon cast for her has disappeared, and the rain with strong kinetic energy, driven by the strong wind, almost made her unable to open her eyes. Wanda wiped the rain from her face and tried to stand firm amid the successive earthquakes.
She knew that she must not show weakness, because the monster in front of her with leather skin and black claws on her hands would seize every opportunity to kill her.
She barely stood up, the pain in her knees almost making it impossible for her to straighten her legs, and the wounds on her palms made it even more difficult for her to make precise and complex spell-casting gestures. After James Boone transformed his form and changed the battle from spell duel to melee combat
, magic became her only reliance against the vampire's almost invisible attack. The small pistol she used for self-defense was of no use at all. She didn't think the short knife at her waist could solve the problem. The only thing that could pierce the vampire was
The silver stakes of her skin were now embedded in the vampire's claws. She could not catch the vampire's movements with her eyes, and could only fight and dodge through her extraordinary senses.
All magical potential is manifested as special physiological phenomena. Even the crazy witches in the countryside in the past went crazy after seeing things they shouldn't have seen. These physiological phenomena manifest themselves as extraordinary intelligence, accurate intuition, etc.
This is the connection between consciousness, soul and body, and Wanda has learned the basics of this.
She closed her eyes and sank her consciousness into the silver-white plane.
The wind of ether passed across her face, and she felt the fear of the vampire. She could hear what the vampire was thinking. Her unguarded mind was chaotic and disgusting. It could even make a spellcaster with preliminary training twitch.
Talking crazy things. The dark whispers that were constantly harassing her suddenly intensified, and the filthy truth almost filled her brain. The witch quickly used the methods she had learned in the past to stabilize her mind, and continued to dive hard with her soul. The smelly magic of the undead was like
The whale stranded on the beach was so conspicuous, rotten and bloated, that Wanda found it very easily.
She made a simple gesture, and a heartbeat later, scarlet energy wrapped around the short knife at her waist. She was an extremely good student, and she firmly remembered Salomon's flexibility in spellcasting combat.
The answer she gave reminded her of her teacher's emphasis on the Soviet MiG-25 fighter jets when telling jokes from the Cold War, and she came to the conclusion that as long as you are strong enough, bricks can fly into the sky——
A simple trick coupled with enough magic energy can also become a terrifying weapon to kill the enemy. This short knife is her MiG-25 fighter jet. There is no need to pick it up with her own hands, the short knife is under her control like leaving it.
The stringed bow and arrow flew out. First it cut its throat, and then drove the rickety silver stake in again. When the vampire was still immersed in the pain caused by the silver product, the sharp knife dug into its throat like a nail.
The huge thrust in the skull pulled James Boone to fly to the other side of the island, and at the same time lifted its skull, revealing its disgusting and rotten brain.
The vampire roared and stood up again. The injuries that could kill ordinary people were just a little difficult for it to recover from. It pulled out the smoking silver stake from its hand, pulled out the short knife embedded between its eyes, and the torn
Its mouth was filled with rainwater. At the critical moment of life and death, its almost exhausted courage pushed it to attack again.
The witch took a deep breath, made a spell-casting gesture again, and then stood there motionless, like an ordinary person standing stiffly when she saw a speeding car crossing the road. The vampire was very fast, and she was lost.
It moves, but this is not helpless under pressure. She is facing death, but she is not a city girl of the same age who screams when she sees cockroaches and rats. As early as her childhood in Sokovia
, she has tasted the bitterness of death, and more than once. She penetrated deeply into the vampire's mind, and in an instant, she unearthed the conspiracy buried deep in its black heart - covered with blackened stone bricks and weeds
Dirty blood, houses crushed by heavy winter snow, the horrified faces of victims covered with blood. Dirty magic books were filled with twisted words, endless gray-white worms and slime were summoned, the storm dispersed, and the tower
And the night sky, the death of blood relatives! The weird silence crushed her eardrums inwards, beating her temples crazily!
This is a sacrifice, but the person presiding over the ceremony is not a vampire!
Both she and Salomon were pawns to promote the sacrifice! She must warn her teacher!
Before that, she must first solve the problem at hand.
She didn't know if she would have a chance to tell her teacher the secret of vampires if she failed, but the strong self-confidence and disdain for vampires that came from nowhere in her heart still made her stand between vampires and lighthouses.
The only path was to buy time for the Mystic. She struggled to stay awake and continued to dive into the minds of the undead.
Chaos energy spurted out from the gaps between the stones, making a sharp explosion sound, and tightly grasped the stopped undead like a straitjacket. The vampire believed that he had captured the witch's head, but this was not the case.
In this way, James Boone looked into the witch's eyes in horror. His sharp claws were still a full finger away from her. He didn't understand why he thought he had succeeded, and he didn't understand why he stopped moving forward.
Step one. Wanda opened her eyes, looked at the panicked James Boone with a smile, and regarded the sharp claws in front of her as nothing.
"I've got you!" The vampire's black claws were decomposed by the chaotic energy, and the courage James Boone finally mustered up disappeared. "Haven't you seen the phantom?" A predator's smile appeared on the witch's face.
, that smile made the vampire's mind collapse. She waved, and the silver stake covered with black blood jumped out of the rock crack as if it had received an order, and plunged straight into the blackened brain. Foul-smelling steam rose from the rain curtain.
As soon as she started, her heart was immediately satisfied by the pleasure brought by the inferior creatures wailing and dying in front of her. The witch's soul tasted the sweetness brought by the death of her enemies, but she herself was unaware of it. The earthquake stopped,
As if the vampire's death was a signal.
"How does it feel?"
"It's wonderful." The witch blurted out. The sudden premonition of danger caused the pores on her back to explode instantly. She turned around immediately, her eyes widening in horror. But then this fear disappeared, and something occupied her mind.
As if it had encountered a natural enemy, the thing quietly retracted the tentacles that covered her heart and returned Wanda's mind to her.
"Teacher, listen to me..."
"I know that the mastermind behind the scenes is not this vampire." The mystic mage curled his lips and actively avoided the topic, because it was not an important matter that had to be solved now. He showed the witch what he had obtained, which he had obtained from
He got it from the lighthouse keeper's desk. The unlucky guy's neck was full of small wounds. The lighthouse keeper is the only food here, and there are many vampires who want food. "He got it from Edward Kelly's translation.
Fragments, no wonder he made mistakes in the sacrificial ceremony. James Boone did not have the ability to summon worms, and there was no such spell in the book. Someone was helping him."
"Um……"
"Are you okay? Are you injured?" The mystic mage took out a bottle of potion, "Remember to pull the cloth off the wound first, otherwise it will grow together after healing."
"I'm fine! Really!" Wanda quickly waved her hand and used the toe of her shoe to pull out the silver pile from the vampire's head. She tried to stand up straight, trying her best to ignore the impact of the bruise and the desire for the crimson liquid.
She turned around, quietly stuck out her tongue and licked the rainwater, trying not to let the mystic see this embarrassing scene. At some point, Salomon had pushed the rainwater away, and even Wanda's long hair and clothes were
Dry quietly.
"What do we do next? How do we find the person behind this?"
"If I guess correctly, that guy won't jump out at this time." He looked at Wanda and said meaningfully, "And I think that guy's purpose has been achieved."