Several seventh- and eighth-level black magicians present were accumulating their skills. Although they did not dare to face the ninth-level knights, they knew that if the delay continued, the situation would develop in an even more unfavorable direction.
Powell's back was facing the enemy. Even if he was strong, he would not dare to use his body to resist the forbidden spell.
Six attacks came towards him from different directions.
Powell hesitated for a moment, then kicked his feet on the black dragon's light and shadow, and jumped far away.
He thought that he would not be able to break through the enemy's defense in a short period of time and would instead fall into a pincer attack. This was a very unwise behavior.
The black magicians were in vain, but not without gain. They successfully arrived in front of Akali.
"Sir, I'll give you the imaging goggles."
Akali took it and put it on immediately.
He saw the ninth-level knight holding a rusty sword suspended dozens of meters away.
He knew the identity of the other party, and the information about all the ninth-level powerhouses of the Church of Light was in the database of the Black Dragon Palace.
Then, Akali looked down again to understand the situation on the battlefield.
The battle situation was worse than expected. Three of the enemy soldiers obtained the vision goggles. Under their command, the Holy Knights fought in an orderly manner.
Akali scratched his hair, feeling very irritated.
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have looked down upon the boy just now.
But now it's too late to regret. What he has to do now is to save the situation as much as possible.
Akali looked at Powell, his eyes focused.
It would also be great if this ninth-level knight could be eliminated and the enemy army would be leaderless.
"Come on!" Akali waved his hand. They were now outnumbered, and it wouldn't be a problem for a seventh- or eighth-level magician to defeat them.
Powell lost the opportunity to continue assassinating Akali. At that moment, he lowered himself without hesitation and prepared to return to the Mission of Radiance.
"Don't even think about running away!" Akali led his men in hot pursuit, and the two sides launched a chase in the air.
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"Hey, my head hurts so much." Chris took a breath, as if his brain was being stabbed by countless needles.
Lingmeng said in surprise: "Master, are you awake?"
Chris asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"
"About ten minutes."
Chris broke out in a cold sweat and fell asleep for ten minutes. Even if he had hundreds of lives, he wouldn't be enough to die.
The black magician's methods are really weird. Even when he has the advantage, he still falls victim to the attack.
If it weren't for the presence of Reimu in his body, he would have been cold a long time ago.
Chris said: "Tell me what happened after I passed out."
"Okay." Lingmeng chuckled, "After you were knocked unconscious by that damn black magician, he obviously relaxed his vigilance. I took the opportunity to stab him with a sword, and then snatched away the magic item he was wearing.
Then he ran away immediately."
"That thing is indeed magical. After wearing it, you will no longer be affected by the black mist."
"So, I gave the magic prop to the ninth-level powerhouse among the holy knights."
Chris praised: "Well done!"
Unexpectedly, Reimu could do such an amazing feat.
If Powell can regain his sight, he will be able to stabilize the situation.
"Bang!"
At this time, there was an obvious vibration nearby, a deep pit was created on the ground, and an embarrassed figure stood up from it.
Chris took a closer look and saw that it was Powell.
"Master Powell, why did you fall from the sky?"
Powell looked up suddenly: "Chris, are you awake?"
"Um."
Powell took out a pair of imaging goggles from his arms and threw them over.
After Chris took it, he brought it to his eyes.
The scene in front of me changed, and the surroundings were no longer pitch black.
He could see the surrounding scene clearly, but the color was a bit dim, similar to a rainy day.
There are more than a dozen black magicians suspended in the sky, and one of them is Akali, who they fought against before.
Chris then saw that more than 300 black magicians cooperated with thousands of spliced monsters to surround the Brilliance Mission.
Most of those monsters are of the fifth level, but there are also quite a few of the sixth and even seventh levels, with dozens of them.
Fortunately, Moulton, Jeffrey and one other person had goggles, and under their command, the situation stabilized.
Powell explained: "I originally wanted to assassinate the opponent's ninth-level magician, but was driven back."
"It's okay." Chris comforted, "Now that the fog circle is ineffective against us, victory still belongs to us."
Powell sincerely praised: "Thanks to you...the little guy in your body, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
"Uh." This time, Chris also fell into Reimu's favor.
"Let's go, give them some color to see." After Powell threw the extra imaging goggles to another subordinate, he came to the outermost edge of the Radiance Mission and began to kill everyone.
Chris followed closely behind, specifically targeting the black magician to steal the goggles.
As time went by, the impact of the Mist Circle on the Mission of Radiance was minimized.
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Akali's eyes fell on Chris, and his teeth itched with hatred.
What troubled him the most was not Powell, who was at the same level, but the dragon boy who was only at the seventh level.
Of course Akali would not watch his men die. He joined the battlefield as quickly as possible and faced Powell.
At the same time, an eighth-level middle-aged magician approached Chris.
The two sides started a big melee.
"Boy, you have repeatedly ruined our good deeds, and today is the day you die!" the eighth-level magician said viciously.
Chris curled his lips disdainfully: "Haha, just you?"
"Yes, I, Kuwait, will deal with you." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and used his wand to shoot a black magic thunder.
Chris Longxiao clicked lightly and used the lightning technique, and dark blue electric light shot out.
"Boom!"
Two different colors of thunder collided, and countless tiny arcs of electricity traveled around.
Chris used the two skills to block his sight, flapped his wings and rushed out.
But when he rushed past the thunder and lightning, the other party's figure had disappeared.
Chris quickly turned around and looked around.
"Are you looking for me?" Kuwait's voice came from above, "thorn whip."
His wand was connected to a thick and long dark black light whip, densely covered with spikes, which whipped Chris hard.
Chris is already quite familiar with this magic, and many of the people he defeats use it.
"Fortress of Fire!"
He quickly mobilized the free fire elements around him and condensed them into a thick wall of fire, blocking his head.
The long whip fell suddenly, carrying strong force.
"Chichi!" At this time, a strange sound came to my ears.
Chris looked up and saw that the fire barrier had completely turned black and was being corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.