"What is his background? What kind of mission does a magician of this rank come to this corner of the corner to compete for rewards with us?"
The tragic scene of the apprentice dying under the phantom light was seen by Des who observed it later.
He swallowed and couldn't stop trembling.
He couldn't withstand the power of that kind of soul magic no matter what.
Can't even hide.
The speed of light…
The pressure from his soul made him succumb, and the magician who was like a god might have reached the rank of viscount.
"What should we do? Let's go around in a different direction. It will be safe as long as we reach the target gathering point." At this moment, Des was still naively thinking about the escape route.
"You can't get out. The barrier energy arranged by the old thing has not been exhausted. You can see that the surrounding barriers have not been removed. Only the places illuminated by the phantom light have been destroyed, but they can only accommodate them in, and the destroyed places
It’s also repairing itself.”
Hero, who knows the details of the barrier, explains.
"Then we wait here? Wait for them to leave?"
"It's a good idea, but they just came here to kill them. Two people guarded the boundary marker and blocked the road. I think soul magic is also related to this. Even if we take a detour, we will be discovered as long as we appear outside.
, haven’t you seen that the magician doesn’t care about his apprentice’s life or death?”
"But... we can't defeat him."
"Of course we can't do it by ourselves, but don't we have foreign help?"
"who?"
Des's mind twitched, and he suddenly thought that Hero should not have been killed by the chef? Why was he standing in front of him intact?
…
"Sir, what should we do next? The movement just now should have disturbed them." The leading apprentice approached Lark flatteringly and asked.
"So what? A group of apprentices... just chickens and dogs. Let's fight quickly." The stern man slowly landed on the snow.
But a repulsive soul energy emitted from his feet, and the snow automatically spread out from his feet.
A person with severe mysophobia, even unwilling to touch pure white snow.
"Okay!" Several people took out their own pseudo-horcruxes. The soul energy in their bodies was surging, and they were always ready to activate the soul arts. They were on guard around the magician. The apprentice in charge of the investigation had already thrown the soul arts into the workshop pile in front.
"There are a few rats hiding in those workshops in front of you, sir."
"Leave it to you. It must be cleaned up. I will take care of the fallen one inside. If the target is found, a signal will be sent immediately."
As a high-level magician, his perceptual soul skills immediately discovered the huge malice and the overwhelming pollution coming from the center of Teacup Town.
That's because the magician's soul is inherently resistant, so there's no need to probe too deeply.
It must have been the commotion he just made that attracted its attention. If the target is cleared away by such a huge pollution aura, it will inevitably be harassed. It is better to let the target experience the horror of cat and mouse first, and wait until the fallen ones are cleared away.
Let’s deal with him once and for all.
After giving instructions, the man turned into a phantom figure and rushed straight to the center.
Pffffffffffff!
Two astonishing bursts of white gas rushed out from the chef's pointed nose, and instantly turned into a ball of water vapor and dissipated in the wind and snow.
He squatted in a corner of the collapsed restaurant and looked quietly in the direction of the boundary marker.
Click!
At the moment set by Holo, Big Nose howled and broke away from the block of meat, and the black water left by Holo immediately dived into the block of meat and hid it.
With the last of his wits, the chef caught the dog from his head and carefully placed it on the ground.
"What a pity. It has more meat and is firmer than a snow rabbit... Go and find your master."
The dog didn't feel the slightest sense of oppression and quickly sniffed the familiar soul scent and escaped between the houses.
The chef stood up, looked around, and then picked up the familiar large wok.
"It's much easier now, Tower... You should also see the scenery in the snow, and stay here forever."
The meat on his head was beating more and more violently, and the chef's pupils were shrinking until they turned into a pair of evil golden pupils.
The hideous laughter, madness and depravity reappeared, this was the stench emanating from the soul level.
"Death...buried...in the snow!"
boom!
The sword energy wielded purely by physical strength lifted off the roof of the dilapidated restaurant, heading straight towards the phantom figure flying past.
The icy cold air compressed to the extreme rises with an unmatched power.
"asshole!"
Just when he thought he could play for a while, Lark resisted the slash with an angry look on his face.
He also didn't expect that a monster that had been corrupted by the spread of pollution could unleash such a powerful attack.
When he broke through the barrier, his soul energy, which was running at full capacity, had no time to mobilize again, so he could only use his knowledge characteristics to resist.
But it can only be resisted.
The moment he misplaced his head, a sharp knife mark was still left on his shoulder.
The magician's robe also shattered into pieces under this level of attack, and his exposed upper body was covered in blood.
"This amount of bleeding..." Lark stopped in mid-air, not daring to take another step forward.
Who would have thought that a baron-ranked magician would be stopped in the air above a small town and unable to move forward.
boom!
Another slash struck fiercely from bottom to top.
Lark, who was on guard, immediately dodged sideways.
"You're like a dog!" His face looked very ugly. He originally thought that such an attack was caused by the garrison apprentice's corruption.
But now that the restaurant collapsed and the chef's burly and majestic figure was revealed, he realized that this thing had no soul energy at all.
Residents of Teacup Town?
Relying purely on physical strength?
How can he be so barbaric!?
There may not even be such existence outside the forbidden area!
If he fights head-on, he won't be able to gain any advantage if his body has not been deeply strengthened.
We can only rely on soul bombing.
After stopping the bleeding wound, a phantom appeared in front of Lark. As the light group continued to deform, a void worm glowing with purple light came to life.
The worm is not big, only the size of a fist, but the most terrifying thing is that the space around it is constantly being affected, collapsing and then restoring again.
The exposed black space that represents nothingness continues to reappear in this world.
The surrounding world was also in turmoil.
This is the most top-level spiritual technique of the Moon Tower.
Can affect the existence of this world.
There is a colorful silk thread at the tail of the worm, and the other end of the thread is in Luck's hand.
A worm's heart was pinched by him.
Silk thread serves as a way to connect the two.
A simulant object from the void, an important cornerstone of the system obtained at a huge cost.
Only when he completely swallows the heart of the worm can he fully master the void worm and even turn it into an independent clone.
But for now, it's enough to deal with an irrational, fallen monster.
Lark took the colorful silk thread and started to swing it.
Throw it hard!
The curled up void worms turned into a stream and swept toward the chef.
Along the way, we passed through spaces that were constantly collapsing into reality. The black squares looked like the exhaust gases they produced, and the purple light that set off the main body showed an evil light.
when!
The traceable attack route was easily blocked by the chef using a wok.
But before he could counterattack with his sword energy, the wok standing in front of him instantly shattered and was swept into nothingness.
The ferocious worm suddenly appeared in front of him.