Deke, the dean of the college, faced the joint attack of the two phantom killers. After holding on for more than ten minutes and releasing dozens of magic spells, he already felt mentally exhausted and had a splitting headache. This was the sequelae of over-casting spells.
Despite this, the demon lord Freita still kept moving at high speed, carefully dodging the opponent's magic attacks. This guy was a six-star magician. He could release a magic at will, and as long as it hit, it would be enough for him.
While dodging, he said something to confuse the enemy's will: "Deco, stop struggling, failure is only a matter of time. If you give up, I can guarantee that you will leave your whole body intact."
The Phantom Killer on the other side immediately responded with a smile: "Lord, why bother killing him? Wouldn't it be better if he agreed to transform into a lich?"
"Lich... uh, hahaha, that's right, Deco, as long as you agree to transform into a lich, you will still enjoy a high position in the Dark Army. Apart from changing camps, there is no other difference, and your status will still be the same.
Above me, haha." Fleita laughed, her words carrying great temptation.
"Lich? You're an ugly and disgusting thing. I will never give in!" Deco gritted his teeth, his eyes widening with rage.
"It's not up to you to give in or not. We knocked you out and brought you back, which is a great achievement. After that, you have to face the trial of Hades, the great god of darkness. It's hard not to become a lich, ha.
Haha." Freita laughed.
Deco's face showed surprise: "Don't even think about it. If I fail, I will choose to self-destruct."
"You have failed now." Freita laughed. Another phantom killer followed: "Look, that Edwin is almost finished. His condition is worse than you."
Deco glanced at Edwin and saw that he was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper. He was already crumbling.
Just as he was talking, he saw a demon leader rushing forward regardless of his own safety, and cut off one of Edwin's arms at the risk of seriously injuring himself.
Edwin, who was at the end of the crossbow, screamed and fainted from the pain. Immediately, demons rushed over and carried him away.
Every magician is a huge wealth. As long as he is transformed into a lich, it will add great power to the dark army. It is common for one to block a thousand, which is deeply loved by all the dark kings. (The dark king
A king is equivalent to a human king. A demon lord is equivalent to a feudal prince.)
Deco's will was continuously weakened by a series of setbacks, and he murmured: "No, no. I will never accept this ending."
Although he said this, there seemed to be a voice in his heart that was persuading him: "What are you insisting on? What does the life and death of other people have to do with you?"
"No, they are all my students and the hope of humanity. I am the dean of the college, and I must never give up!"
"But you have failed. You can't save anyone, give up, become a lich of the Dark Legion, and continue to study magic. This is no different from now."
"But..." Deco shook his head, thinking he was hallucinating.
"Stop it, give up."
While struggling, Deco suddenly heard the unbridled laughter of the demon lord.
"Look there, look, there is a little guy jumping down from the castle without fear of death, hahaha, what a brave young man."
"Kill him and tear him to pieces!"
"I want to drink his blood!"
The messy sound reached Deco's ears. He was slightly shaken and turned to look at the castle.
In the direction, there was indeed a figure falling from the sky. Judging from the figure, he was still a little thin, so he should be a magic student.
Deke's heart was full of despair and decadence: "I can't even protect my own students. I still have to rely on the students to work hard. Is it really such a failure?"
The shadow in the sky slowly fell, and dozens of commander-level demons had gathered at his landing point.
In the outer circle, there are dozens of elite skeleton archers, holding large bone bows with a faint black light in their hands.
"Shoot him!" a voice yelled, hoarse like a millstone mixed with sand, it was the leader of the skeleton.
The sound of bowstrings vibrating like "Beng Bang Beng" appeared, and the bone arrow turned into a black light and headed towards Sun Ran.
"Oh, God!" A cry of exclamation sounded from the direction of the castle.
"Alas, poor young man." Deke couldn't bear to look directly at it. It was a dark magic arrow, with the power of darkness attached to it. It required at least level three magic to defend against it. He didn't think a student could do this.
in the sky.
Facing the fatal attack, Sun Ran's eyes remained as calm as water, and the trajectory determined by the slow fall technique did not change at all. He just stretched out the staff in his hand.
A cyan light flashed out from the tip of the staff at a very high frequency. It was a third-level wind blade technique. There were not one but a dozen of them, surrounding his body and scattering like a goddess scattering flowers.
The wind blade flew out, seemingly aimlessly. After flying for a while, it suddenly disintegrated and turned into a powerful and rapid howling wind.
The moment the strong wind appeared, the skeleton archer's dark arrow arrived just in time. In the raging storm, the arrow was blown to pieces, completely losing its lethality.
"What a fast casting speed! Such exquisite magic control! Who is this?" Deco tried hard to remember, but he couldn't even remember that there was such a number one person in the academy.
The archer's attack failed, and Sun Ran successfully fell some distance again. Ten meters ahead was the waiting demon.
"Raise the shield! Raise the shield! He is just a student, he will definitely be able to block the wind-breaking blade with his shield!" a demon leader yelled.
"Swiss, swish, swish" dozens of shields gathered together.
Sun Ran looked at the demon in front of him, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the light on the staff began to flash at a very high frequency again.
Fireballs appeared rapidly. They were light blue in color and the size of fists. Within a few seconds, more than a dozen appeared, and their speed increased. After three seconds, there were dozens.
These fireballs rotated around Sun Ran's body in a mysterious pattern, like satellites.
This is only a second-level fireball technique. It was originally as big as a head and bright yellow in color. He improved it and compressed it to make it more explosive.
When enough fireballs were formed, Sun Ran raised the staff in his hand, pointed at the group of demons, and said softly: "The stars have united, let's go."
All the dark blue fireballs suddenly changed their trajectories and combined into a large fireball the size of a football in a mixture of pentagons and hexagons. The color also became extremely dark, dark blue, and small lightning flashes continued to appear on the periphery.
, just rolled over and over, hitting the ground like a solid lava fireball.
"Hades, it's not a wind blade!" a demon leader yelled, with horror in his voice, and the shape of the fireball looked too scary.
"Everyone, spread out, spread out quickly. Don't stand together!"
"It's over, the magic speed is too fast, too fast! I can't avoid it!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
In the chaos, a blue-black fireball crashed in.
There was a sudden flash of white light, which stung everyone and closed their eyes. When the light faded a little, there were dark blue, glass-like flames flying in all directions. Wherever the flames touched, everything was burning.
The dozens of demon commanders who had just gathered were covered with this blue high-temperature flame. They struggled in the flames for only a few seconds before turning into something like coke. There was still a bright flame on the corpse, and the grease was all over it.
It was baked out, and the ground squeaked loudly. The grassland also disappeared. It turned into a land of red glowing lava nearly twenty meters in diameter, and the lava was still boiling.
On top of the lava, Sun Ran slowly descended, and in the process he blessed himself with a floating technique. He floated quietly above the bubbling lava.
For a moment, the remains of the demon leader and the high-temperature magma will float above it, and the indifferent young mage looks like a god.
There was already an uproar on the rooftop.
"This is not true! It must not be true!" Some people rubbed their eyes wildly and couldn't believe it.
"Russell, what spell did he use just now? Why haven't I seen it?"
"What kind of power is this? This power is comparable to the dean's fifth-level magic!" These are the words of a magic teacher.
"His casting speed is too fast. This exceeds the limit of magic. This is impossible. How did he do it!" said an incredible voice.
In a moment, there were more than a dozen wind blades and dozens of blue fireballs. Although the magic level didn't look too high, the speed was really unimaginable.
As for Miss Wendy, she opened her mouth wide and was speechless. She had no idea that this little guy who had always been unknown to everyone would possess such terrifying magic without even knowing it.
'My brother is very powerful, he just has poor eloquence.'
'You are all idiots!'
'My brother is much better than me.'
Many words came to her mind, all of which were said by Rosena, known as the Fire Phoenix. She had always thought that these were just unintentional words of a sister to protect her brother's authority, but she never thought that they were actually true.
"No wonder Morgan left the staff to Russell. It turned out that I was wrong." Wendy suddenly realized.
On the ground, the demon lord Freita also shouted in disbelief: "Did this kid start learning magic from his mother's womb? How can he become such a bullshit? This is unreasonable!"
Regardless of whether it was logical or not, it was useless. Sun Ran was still releasing this magic at an extremely high frequency, using the simplest wind blade.
A ray of green light flew past, and a row, please note, it was a row, not one, twenty meters long legionnaires were all cut into two pieces.
On average, three lines and hundreds of soldiers were killed every second.
This killing efficiency is so frightening!
"Pinov, go, stop him quickly!" Freita yelled at the Phantom Killer beside him. This is a massacre, and this mage cannot be allowed to continue.
If a magician does not have an opponent of a similar level to constrain his combat power and allows him to unleash his power freely, his killing efficiency will be astonishing. Like Sun Ran's killing of ordinary soldiers now, any accomplished magician
It can be done.
The high-level demon named Pinov responded, then turned into black light and rushed towards Sun Ran at high speed. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!