Countless dirt and grass clippings were splashed, mixed with a large amount of red flesh and blood. For a moment, everyone's sight was blocked by the rising mud.
Black soil, grass clippings and minced meat were flying everywhere like raindrops. After more than ten seconds, it calmed down, the sky had completely returned to its original state, the giant hand disappeared, and the black clouds completely dissipated in just two seconds, as if they had never appeared before.
Same..
The sky is still clear and cloudless.
Only on the ground, where there were originally small hills, was a huge giant handprint left. Everything was flattened.
Carriages, living people, war horses, military flags, no one, no exception.
Click!
A crisp sound spread throughout the battlefield.
The diamond-shaped crystal on Nicole's chest suddenly shattered and turned into white powder that dispersed in the wind.
She was silent for a moment, looked around the entire battlefield, and suddenly raised her right hand.
"Surrender without killing!!"
"Surrender without killing!!!" Her voice echoed faintly on the battlefield.
In the stone room, the almost substantial air finally slowly resumed flow.
Angelet took a deep breath and watched as the circular light curtain on the table slowly dimmed and finally disappeared completely.
The three of them withdrew their hands at the same time, and the three hands that were originally fused together quickly melted and separated.
"It's almost solved." Milan breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Sester."
On one side, Cester's face turned pale, as if he had consumed a little too much.
"It doesn't matter. One decisive blow should solve the problem. As long as my body eats some more insect meat, it will recover quickly." He blinked a few times at Angelet on the side.
The latter shrugged helplessly.
The three people's joint attack allowed him to truly experience the terrifying power of the inherited witch formation.
He had heard about Weiwei's inherited witchcraft formation before, which was the gravity witchcraft formation that Hein tried to get him to destroy. He didn't care much about this kind of thing at first, but he didn't expect that it could actually destroy an ordinary, slightly more powerful wizard.
The increase has reached a terrifying level.
This undoubtedly shocked him.
"Green, you have never seen the teacher's gravitational witchcraft formation. It pulls the earth and achieves an extremely powerful effect. If it spreads and releases the energy influence like us, it is estimated that it can defeat several kilometers of ground. And it will not be like us.
He is equally out of power. He can defeat anything within a few kilometers with a single blow, whether it is an army or a wizard. As long as he does not reach his level, he will be killed instantly. With the support of the wizard array, the teacher once easily defeated him by himself.
There are two huge legions of more than 100,000 people." Morian explained with a smile. The kilometers he mentioned, according to the wizard's measurement, are slightly longer than the kilometers of the earth.
"Really?" Angelet took a deep breath and relaxed. Only now did he know where these traditional powerful forces really relied on for their survival and support.
Apart from the intricate interpersonal relationships, the existence of this inherited witchcraft formation is the most fundamental and powerful tool to maintain the ruling class. No matter how much the ruling class resists or enslaves, it is impossible for the people to overthrow this level of terrifying power. I guess this is also the case.
The world does not have the key to constantly innovating and establishing new systems like the earth.
"Okay, we have to take a good rest. You can do whatever you want, Green." Morian saw Angelet's shock, so he closed his eyes without saying anything more. Like the other two, he quietly recovered his body.
Angelet stood up, bowed slightly to the three of them, and then turned around and walked out of the stone door.
The stone door behind him was closed, and in front of him was a red stone passage, with warm air constantly rolling and surging in the passage. The surroundings were calm, except for the faint sound of lava rolling from the ground.
But Angelet's face could not calm down completely.
"The gap between those who have the inherited witchcraft formation and those who don't has it is really too big. I should be glad that I haven't encountered such a wizard with the inherited witchcraft formation before."
He straightened his robe and strode towards the accommodation area.
There are only four of them in the entire ruins, and Weiwei is still far away on the front line. There will be a small battle every two days and a big battle every three days. She must be on duty at any time to suppress the forces of the White City Alliance and the Black Earth Party. She cannot escape at all.
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Angelet returned to his room, climbed up the wooden ladder, got into the room, and then lowered the slate door of the room.
He needs to carefully consider his future life direction.
Angele walked to the desk and sat down. He took out a blank piece of parchment and a quill, and put the ink bottle aside. He gently dipped the white quill into the ink.
Then lightly draw a dot, a black dot, on the parchment paper.
"This represents me. So..." He connected a line next to the dots. At the end of the line he wrote: Haiyin, Witch King Palace, investigation. "This is a one-sided matter."
Then he connected a second line on the dots. At the end of the line he wrote: Black Witch Tower, Black Earth Party, Yuan Neng Hand War Quagmire.
After the third line, write: Nightmare World.
Angelet put away his pen and fell into deep thought.
Now, on the surface, he is the son of the elder of Yuan Neng Hand. He has offended the Black Earth Party and is hiding at home.
In fact, secretly and unknown to the public, he is an internal elite of the Black Witch Tower, and he also has a certain foundation and stronghold in the nightmare world. But secretly, once Hein's affairs are found out, he will have to face the pursuit of one of the Witch King's Palace.
.It can be said that because of Hein, he was directly involved in a huge trouble.
As for this trouble, unless he abandons everything and hides in the nightmare world and never comes out, sooner or later the people from the Witch King's Palace will find out about his problem.
He does not believe that the King of Shadows will not have a high-level prophecy master. Once he is still restless, the other party will definitely find some clues. For a real prophecy master, he wants to catch and track down a low-level object.
As long as there is a beginning for information, it will only be a matter of how long it takes.
"I handled it well when I was in the Black Abyss. As long as you stay calm, there shouldn't be any problems." Angelet recalled all the exposed information before and after, feeling a little relieved.
Originally, he just wanted to live slowly like this, and have time to explore the depths of the nightmare world, or collect other bloodlines to refine, but he did not expect that because of Hein's problem, he would suddenly be in such a big trouble.
He picked up the parchment and burned it to ashes with a burst of flame. Angelet threw the ashes into the trash can on the side.
Then he stood up and gently pressed the note mark on his chest with his right hand.
There was a flash of red light. Angelet disappeared immediately.
Nightmare World. Beside Loch Ness, on the barren brown mud, a black figure slowly emerged. Standing steadily on the edge of the lake.
The bright sunlight shines on the man's long shawl hair, reflecting a blood-red luster.
"It's quite accurate. It's only an error of more than ten meters." He nodded with satisfaction.
Angelet glanced at the villa not far away. With a soft smile on his face, he strode over.
As soon as he entered the villa's defense array, a slim figure rushed into Angelet's arms with a scent of fragrance.
"Uncle! Where have you been? Why haven't you come back for so long?" The girl Fulia hugged Angele's waist and coquettishly said, "Did you bring me something delicious? If not, I won't forgive you!"
"Of course I did. Why don't you bring something good for my beautiful and cute little Fulia?" Angele magically took out a cylindrical vial from his sleeve. The bottle was plugged with a cork and contained round grains of colorful food.
Granulated sugar. Shake it gently to make a squeaking sound, then hand the vial to Folia.
The girl wore a black silk dress, pantyhose, and a white lace jacket. She also wore a white round hat on her head. She looked like a noble lady from Angele's previous life on Earth.
If you add a small lace sun umbrella, it will be even more perfect.
Angelet gently pinched the fat little face of Ferlia's baby in his arms. When pinched, it felt like jelly, cold and very elastic. It was also fleshy.
"Are you bored alone these days?" He walked directly to the villa hall, with Folia hanging on him like a koala.
"I am planting flowers and reading books alone, and then there is nothing else to do." Folia replied helplessly, "Uncle, you closed the magic circle and I can't get out."
"Okay. You're already so big, don't hang on me anymore." Angele pulled Fulia off his body. He raised his right hand, and a fiery red figure of a phoenix suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.
"Let's go drink the phoenix and play." Angelet tossed the phoenix gently.
The fiery red bird swooped down and landed on Fulia's hat. The girl screamed in surprise, stretched out her hand to play with the phoenix, and everyone and the bird made a fuss.
Angelet shook his head slightly and walked into the hall. This time he truly confirmed his method of positioning and teleporting into the nightmare world. In the future, he no longer had to worry about being too far away and not being able to return to the villa in time.
Sitting on the sofa, he began to read the messages on his nails one by one.
His training progress is about the same as that of ordinary wizards, not at a fast pace. The chip cannot give him much help in this regard. He can only do it step by step.
The only difference is that the chip can give him a solution to break through the bottleneck at critical times.
Angelet slowly checked the messages on his fingernails one by one.
Suddenly his face darkened slightly, and the secret mark on his right thumb, a pure black swan pattern, had completely faded.
"Cruz, you are the director of my human resources department." Over the years, he, the deputy director, has also developed a good relationship with the full director.
Now that the secret mark is dimming, this means
Angelet gently touched the black swan.
A black light suddenly flew out and landed on the table in front of him, turning into a piece of black paper with a short text message on it.
"Dear Deputy Minister Green, please come to Mermaid Song to attend the funeral of Minister Cruz before October 20th. On July 13th, Minister Cruz attempted to attack the third-level wizard level, but unfortunately failed and died."
Angelet also knew that many wizards were stuck and stagnant when they reached the second level, either because of previous hidden injuries, or because they were too old, or because their potential was exhausted. But more often than not, it was because of insufficient practice.
Suitable meditation methods will achieve twice the result with half the effort, wasting limited potential on the wrong path. Therefore, many wizards fail to attack every year, or are seriously injured, or die.
I didn't expect that Cruze would end up like this. Looking back on the more than ten years we worked together, I can't help but feel a little emotional.
Continuing to check others, there is also a message from Lott. He failed in the attack and fell by most of his level. He chose to go back to his hometown, maybe never to see each other again. Before leaving, no one informed anyone to say goodbye, but simply gave Ange a message.
Lie was waiting for a friend to send a message.
Lott was one of the three people who joined the Yuaneng Hands along with Mingula. Unfortunately, he also met the same end.
Angelet sighed slightly and put away all the marks. This is the fate of other wizards.
Fortunately, he has a chip, which allows him to know his chances of success at critical moments and give him improvement plans. Otherwise, maybe one day, he will reach this point sooner or later. After all, his soul qualifications can only be regarded as
generally.
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