The blood flowing from the wound did not drip, but under the control of an invisible will, it gradually transformed into a huge blood-red claw, floating quietly on Neville's left side, cold and wet.
A dim blood mist separated from the end of the claw and connected to the Countess' left arm, creating a special connection between the product of magic power and the body parts. After that, she followed the same method, and on her right wrist
She cut a wound and turned the blood into sharp claws. Two claws that were almost half a person's height floated on her left and right sides, looking both wild and domineering.
Alice's eyes shone as she watched, and she kept mumbling, "I want this too, I want this too," but no one paid any attention to her. Neville released half of the magic power in her body in one breath, creating these two blood-red weapons.
Behind the claws, his face looked a little pale, with a few soft hairs sticking to his cheeks and neck, rising and falling slightly with his rapid breathing.
She took a step forward, stretched out her hands, and the two blood claws made the same move, using the sharp and sharp claw ends to clasp the joints of the diamond-shaped chips that formed the crystal wall. Then, she seemed to force
Like opening a door that had been dusty for many years, a somewhat strenuous roar was squeezed out from the throat. The sharp claws transformed by magic power exerted force at the same time, tearing to both sides, shaking the solid crystal wall, and making a low sound like an auditory hallucination.
Wail.
The countess had obviously exhausted all her strength. The invisible wind blew her snow-white pony tail into flying directions. The protruding veins on her forehead and the almost cleft corners of her eyes did not make her look more ferocious, but added a bit of heroic spirit.
Countless star-blue fragments trembled and fell from the crystal wall, forming a bright torrent. The actual magic power was impacted by external magic power and was being uncontrollably peeled off from the original magic power structure. This was
It is also the crudest way to crack magic. As for analyzing the structure of magic and even mastering the core of magic, which requires in-depth study, it seems that only magicians can study it, while extraordinary people and aliens have always disdained it.
As more and more magic power was forcibly stripped away by Neville, a crack visible to the naked eye was gradually torn open on the originally solid and indivisible blue crystal wall. It was very inconspicuous at first, like the trace of cracked glass, but gradually
The ground expanded, and through the torn wounds, one could clearly see the scene shrouded in the deep night outside. At this moment, Neville shouted: "Leticia!"
The vampire girl who had been prepared for a long time immediately pulled Metien forward and ducked through the crack with a short body. Xie Mi lay on the head of her friends and passed through together. Followed by Saint Xalia and Ali.
Si, and finally Ringer. He has mastered the magic of [Agility], which can temporarily improve his physical fitness and physical strength to the level of a professional athlete. Therefore, he also bears extra weight and uses the posture of a princess to carry the least good at sports.
Holding Olvera in her arms, she dodged through the crack. The princess of Beman hugged the young man's neck with her hands, and her ears were red and hot. Fortunately, it was dark at night and the situation was urgent, so no one noticed it.
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The only exception is Neville. The vampire's dark vision gives her the super power to see clearly the lice crawling in the water even in such a dark night. Therefore, when Linge passed by her holding Olvera and got out of the crack,
She clearly saw the drunken look on Princess Beimang's face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Young man."
She sighed in a low voice, and then suddenly let go of her hands. The blood-red claws instantly turned into cold mist, solidified, split and shattered, falling down like alluring blood crystals in the sky. The cracks on the crystal wall
It began to close. This was the self-healing mechanism of the magician's position. Neville didn't know much about it. After all, she was not a professional magician and had no interest in understanding it. She flashed her body before the cracks completely closed and passed through the crystal.
The wall appeared in the world outside the swamp.
There are jungles of towering ancient trees all around, and there is soft mud with accumulated decaying matter underfoot. The air is filled with a miasmatic smell unique to swamps, like mothballs that have been sealed in a closet for many years. The pungent smell
It penetrated into the nasal cavity, jolting her drowsy mind and waking her up completely. She looked up and saw the shadowy figure of Ringer holding Olvera in the depths of the woods, running forward desperately, looking very hurried.
Although he looked like a man, he would still look back occasionally, as if to confirm the situation of the person who was left behind.
Although in a life-threatening escape, such behavior is extremely irrational and is likely to delay the opportunity and lead to serious consequences, but Neville still has a good impression of him.
"It doesn't look like the kind of guy who only cares about himself." She murmured to herself: "No wonder Leticia is willing to make friends with them."
Most human beings are selfish. Not to mention caring about their companions, it is a moral benchmark not to add insult to injury. In this way, this young man who is always calm and calm and his companions can indeed be regarded as anomalies among human beings.
This is also why he is surrounded by different races such as silver elves, light elves and even traveler elves, right?
After sighing for a moment, Neville did not forget the most important thing now. After she regained her breath, she opened the black bat wings behind her and flew up, passing at high speed from a height lower than the treetops, chasing the front.
A few figures left. Her flying skills are undoubtedly very superb. Even in the forest with complicated branches and intertwined vines, which is like a maze, it is like a visible but intangible moonlight passing through the treetops.
It was silent, not even disturbing a single leaf, making a noisy rustling sound.
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"It seems that Your Majesty is having a great time." Dickens observed the situation on the battlefield through the line-of-sight auxiliary plug-in, mainly observing the battle between Feir and Gundaruff. He had to ensure that His Majesty's power would not go out of control.
, affecting other creatures in the battlefield area. Fortunately, so far, it seems to be under control.
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"Three minutes and eleven seconds have passed." Christian frowned slightly: "I hope Lord Feir still remembers his responsibilities and doesn't get entangled with Gundaruff for too long."
"Don't worry. Your Majesty may seem casual, but in fact she is more careful than anyone else. It's just that she doesn't want to show it..." When Dickens said this, a technician from the logistics department suddenly came over and reported an accident to him.
The situation made a surprised expression appear on his face.
"What's wrong?" Christian asked when he saw this.
"An unexpected thing - someone forcibly broke through the blockade position and broke out of the blockade area we pre-demarcated. If someone can forcefully break through the magic position, his magic reaction should be above the demigod level, which is a dangerous target.
Their identity is still not confirmed, but the data center has analyzed their current location and direction."
"In this case, we should send out manpower immediately to intercept them." Christian immediately made a judgment: "The purpose of this operation is to annihilate all the aliens in the virtual root swamp. We must not allow fish to slip through the net. This is serious
We must make amends for our dereliction of duty, Your Excellency Dickens."
"I think so too, but the actual situation is... it's not necessary."
Christian asked in confusion: "Why?"
"Because although those people escaped from the blocked area, their luck seemed not very good - the direction they chose to escape happened to be towards our command center. In other words, we just need to wait for work. Use
It won’t be long before they fall into the trap themselves.”
At this point, a subtle smile appeared on Dickens's face. He didn't know whether he felt some kind of indescribable joy for this coincidence, or for those who tried their best to escape from the battlefield but took the initiative to enter the dead end.
The aliens feel the cold and bitter irony of reality.
Christian was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly in agreement.
So, in the understatement conversation between the two philosophers, the fate of those unlucky guys seemed to be destined. They would not have the second ending, just like there were many ways to go but they chose this one.
The road to death is the same, it is just destiny.
In fact, destiny is sometimes more fantastic and incredible than human imagination.