Chapter 725 National War: The Magicians Last Performance
Different from the mechanical legions and extraordinary armor among the London Tower Bridge technicians, the sci-fi shock of full firepower in the artillery beam,
It is also different from the one-on-one confrontation between the Night Rider and the mythical prototype in Hyde Park. There is no false spark between Jianfeng and Jianfeng.
In the battlefield of the Parliament Building, the two figures seemed to be standing still without moving a single step.
Abilities are competed in a secret manner amidst silent and invisible rules.
Mysterious and hidden.
Compared with the C-class that just had power beyond reality and the treacherous fighting style of the night battle world,
The abilities of B-class participants who have already discovered their own strengths are revealed in the battle!
As if hidden in another world, the dead end blow that cannot be seen penetrates his body,
In the Palace of Westminster, which has been cut into pieces like vegetables,
In an instant, slanting sword marks appeared on the tower out of thin air, and the top of the Elizabeth Tower clock tower slipped, as if ringing a silent death knell.
Listening to the loud noise of the top of the tower falling, Le Guin glanced at the smooth section that should never appear on such a large building.
Slowly turning his blue eyes, he looked at the figure slowly appearing in front of him on the neatly cut rubble fragments.
Dressed like a Western magician in a long black suit and top hat, he was holding a magnificent ancient sword with a dragon-shaped coil and a sparrow-shaped head!
——Daxia Longque!
"I've seen this sword before."
"A long time ago, we followed Your Excellency to visit the night club in China. We were the one who led the way for us. Are you his student?"
Slowly taking off the black hat, it was like the curtain call at the end of a performance. The moment he heard this sentence, the magician was slightly stunned.
Then he whispered in a weak voice as his magic energy was exhausted:
"Is that so...I was still wondering who could have the ability to directly interfere with the operation of magic energy. I didn't expect...that he was an old friend of the master..."
Looking at the figure holding the sword in front of him and wearing a sword-like aura that was incompatible with his suit and leather shoes,
Le Guin shook his head gently and looked at the magician who was normally a B-level opponent.
"I've just seen it, and if your illusion hadn't been controlled by my ability, it would be difficult to distinguish the illusion from the real and the false. In this scene, no one except Class A would be your opponent."
If you really look at it with your eyes, what you see right now is the intact roof of the Parliament Building. Starting from the figure of the magician lowering his top hat,
Through the flow of magic energy, I discovered that because of the other party's ability, my visual senses were isolated in the surface illusion.
What surprised Le Guin even more was that at the moment when he discovered that he could be harmed, the reality existing under the surface illusion wanted to unified perception,
The consciousness was actually pulled to another level of illusion!
It is not a simple method like the phantom of the body at all, but the connected environment, interweaving the false and the real and blurring it into a double illusion.
The separation of soul and body makes one question the authenticity of every attack. At the moment when he personally feels this kind of ability that makes it impossible to judge anything he sees,
Le Guin finally understood why the Royal Court was unable to win the B-level battles twice before.
"This kind of ability development that points directly to higher levels in the growth stage has a strong style of your ancient China,"
"Sure enough, you are the same as the A-level spear-wielding one I saw in the North Pole. You also come from that mysterious night club with so many strong men."
After hearing a few words from the other party, he could see through the truth about his abilities, and even guess where he had been.
The magician looked at the noble-looking woman in front of him and smiled silently.
"I don't have the talent like him. This is just a clumsy skill born out of some uncomprehended teachings from my elders,"
"Your Excellency... Most of the mysterious abilities that operate with magic energy can escape the "just restrained" you said..."
The magic energy interferes with the integrity of the illusion and maintains the consciousness talking to the magician in the parliament building on the 'third floor'.
Le Guin looked at the magician who had exhausted his magic power and could no longer maintain this illusion, and even appeared in his body. He spoke calmly:
"Why don't you give up? There's no point in persisting like this, facing Pedro and Simon,"
"Two of your team members should have failed at this moment, and there is no way they can come to support you."
At this moment, with his magic energy exhausted, he was unable to fight against Le Guin, but the magician suddenly smiled weakly:
"One thing needs to be explained. Although I am slightly stronger than them due to my age, I am not the leader of this battle."
Even though he was defeated and his words were dejected, the magician still had his usual steady, mature and reassuring look, and put on his magician hat again,
As if he was about to perform his last magic show, his eyes were full of nostalgia.
"Moreover, watching the night when Mars is rekindled, I know that those young people must be more outstanding than you think."
The figure in a suit holding a brilliant ancient sword lowered his hat and spoke in an increasingly soft voice, and then the flashy sword with the head of a dragon and a bird in his hand lit up,
His consciousness was dim, and his body fell forward while the magician murmured words.
"So I have to do one last thing for them."
The moment I saw him putting on his top hat and smiling mysteriously at me, and then the sword in his hand lit up,
Le Guin suddenly felt something strange!
But when she wanted to use herself to judge the magician's true intention, the moment her consciousness that stayed in this illusion returned to her body!
Looking around at the London scene with the parliament buildings in ruins, and looking up at the sky where there is nothing unusual, I feel the real reality through the flow of magic energy.
The illusion that the outermost parliament building is safe is shattered, and the magician also falls.
The ability tells Le Guin what he is seeing right now,
is fake!
And although there is nothing unusual about the scene in front of him, he senses the reality of the outside world and the attack coming from the sky towards his body that he is temporarily unable to control.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Le Guin looked at the magician who fell down with a smile on his face in this layer of illusion that had been blocked, and his blue eyes opened slightly.
big,
After confirming that either Pedro or Simon failed to defeat the opponent, he realized...
Since I discovered that the illusion is ineffective for me, the purpose of creating a second illusion is
Just to block my consciousness here...?
...
"magician!"
Time comes to the moment when the outermost illusion is like a layer of glass shattering,
In the night game viewing room, when he saw the magician's figure falling forward, Hua Ling exclaimed in disbelief!
Unlike Fang Ran, who knew Le Guien was powerful, and Ye Sheng, who had seen her in the North Pole, Fang Shujie also had no idea about the awe-inspiring and noble woman with long platinum hair.
Hua Ling just couldn't believe the fact that the magician lost!
And this is what most people in the Night Bureau are thinking at this moment...
"The magician... actually lost..."
Qing Ning murmured to herself in disbelief. She didn't know how strong the magician was until she was promoted to level B. But at this moment, such a strong magician actually lost to an opponent of unknown origin...
Jotta slowly opened his eyes and looked at the screen. He bit a corner of his lip tightly for some reason and clenched his fists.
Fang Shuzhi's eyes darkened, with a complicated expression on his face. Although he had some bad premonitions, he really saw the moment when the magician fell.
He still couldn't accept it immediately because no one could understand the magician's strength better than him.
And looking at this scene, the uncle groped his chin and stared at the white shadow of Le Guin's royal court dress, a look of surprise flashed through his eyes, and he was surprised in his heart.
Even with that one, Da Xia Long Que couldn't win. Is that kid useless...?
Unlike everyone else, Fangran had already expected such a result. Looking at the virtual screen, Le Guin, whom he last saw in the North Pole,
Once again seeing how powerful she was, a question suddenly popped up.
Unlike Ling Qi, she just woke up in this era,
Why did you come to participate in this national war?
However, before Fangran could figure out the strangeness that he instinctively noticed in his daze, the illusion on the virtual screen shattered like broken glass.
The next moment the magician collapsed in front of the figure in the platinum dress!
In the sky, the tracking missiles of the scientists brought up flickering light spots at the tail, and were launched from the remnants of the Tower Bridge in London, towards the second level of illusion where the Daxia Dragon Bird's consciousness was still imprisoned at this moment.