When Neville called out her name, Ringer almost did not hesitate to bless himself with the magic of [agility], and then rushed forward, facing towards her amidst the chaotic sound of gunshots and the screams of bats.
Rushing up the hillside not far away, the physical fitness of a professional athlete allowed the young man to walk quickly even though he was stepping on the rotten vegetation and soft mud on the ground. The surrounding gloomy trees and dense bushes flashed rapidly in front of his eyes, and he faced them head-on.
The cold wind blew up the bangs on his forehead. Linger was sure that he was not sweating, but there was still an unbearable heat in his back.
His target is Christian.
From the conversation with Feir just now, he already knew that Dickens and Christian, the two philosophers of the Witches' Association, were actually pure administrators without any fighting power. This sounds incredible, but Ringer did not learn from these two philosophers.
Any dangerous aura or fluctuation of magic power could be sensed on the person's body. In this case, he thought, maybe he could try to hold one of the two philosophers hostage, in order to threaten Feier into throwing a rat weapon and gain an escape for the group of people.
Surrounded by opportunities.
Although it is a very bold and almost impossible plan to kidnap the Philosopher of the Association under the watchful eyes of the Grand Judge of the Balance of Order and a large group of elite magic soldiers, but other than that, Ringo can't think of any other feasible method. Relying on Ellie
Alice's game console? But no matter which cartridge seems to be able to cope with the current predicament, time does not allow Alice to develop a new game - even if she develops it, where will she have to find a new girl queen?
How about activating the cassette?
Therefore, even if this is a plan with only one ten thousandth chance of success, he still has to try it. The countess's idea is consistent with his. Although the two have not communicated verbally, they have invisibly communicated with each other.
A certain tacit understanding was reached. When Feir turned around and seemed to be leaving here, and the enemy's vigilance was at its most relaxed, she suddenly launched an attack and used the powerful strength of the demigod vampires to contain the heavily armed magic soldiers and win for Ringo.
A desperate opportunity. The young man set his sights on Christian, one of the two philosophers, not only because she was smaller and thinner in comparison, making it easier to control, but also because of her position.
It's the most forward, which makes people feel that there is an opportunity.
What were Feir and Dickens talking about? Christian saw the figure of the young man rushing towards her in the rain of blood. She frowned slightly and understood his plan. She didn't panic, but just stepped back for two seconds.
However, the distance was obviously not enough for her to enter a safe range. With the blessing of [Agility] and her physical fitness comparable to that of professional athletes, Ringer has reached a very dangerous distance - for both parties.
Apparently both.
The wind passed over his cheek, like a sharp knife scratching his skin, and he felt a sharp pain. He held his breath, and could almost see the plain expression on the girl's philosopher's face and the unpredictable expression in her eyes, but at this moment,
Ronning Lavelle, who gave the firing order to the mechanized troops, turned his head and set his eyes on Ringer. He raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, pointed at Ringer, and spat out a stern and short four words.
One word: "Destroy toxins."
As he finished speaking, a strange dark green color suddenly appeared on the surface of Ringer's skin. He felt that his body was becoming weak, his physical strength was constantly draining from his body, his mind was also groggy, and it was difficult to concentrate. He seemed to have lost his professional status.
The physical fitness that athletes are proud of has become that of an ordinary person - or in other words, more fragile than ordinary people.
[Plague] Path, Sequence 8 "Scarlet Victims", inherent magic: destroy toxins. Consume magic power, reduce the target's body immunity, and make it fall into a weak state.
Unlike Dickens and Christian who are administrators, Ronning Lavelle, who is a front-line combatant, is himself a Sequence 5 magician. He completed the structural analysis of all magic in the current sequence a long time ago, just because
He has not yet received the Philosopher job recommendation and cannot continue to advance upwards. Moreover, as a believer in the Garden of Plants and Trees, the path he chose is the [Plague] path, which is the most bizarre among the seven paths of chaos.
Inevitably, Ringer's speed slowed down. Faced with his "friend" who had once talked about the future and idealism in the corridor of St. Lowood National School, Ronning Lavelle seemed to have no intention of showing mercy and was solemn.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, the short and powerful words came out of his mouth again: "Black Death."
This is a terrible word that has caused countless chaos and death in history. After entering the Middle Ages, with the development of medical technology and the rise of the concept of health protection, it was gradually forgotten by modern civilized people, but maybe you can change its name.
Then you can recollect its terrifying, cruel and bloody journey: the plague.
As a college student in the history department, Ringer is no stranger to this infectious disease, which has the highest infection rate and death rate in the history of human civilization. His footsteps suddenly paused, as if he had seen his mouth, nose, ears and other organs being out of control.
Bleeding on the ground, pale face, difficulty breathing, and even coughing up bloody sputum after violent coughing are all typical characteristics of Black Death patients.
But the pain he imagined did not come. Instead, a magic knight not far away suddenly let out a low whimper from his throat, and then collapsed softly on the ground, breathing weakly, and his chest barely rose. In his eyes,
There is a golden silk thread floating faintly on the body, and the end is connected to the white and delicate fingertips of the green-haired girl.
It was Saint Xalia who used her royal power to distort the enemy's goals and transfer Ringo's "destiny" of being infected by the Black Death to another person. This process had no fluctuations in magic power at all, so even as a sequence
Even Ronning Lavelle of 5 Magicians failed to notice it.
Lang Ning's eyes were focused, and he glanced at Saint Xalia without trace. The latter gently lowered his eyelids and suppressed the deep thoughts in his eyes.
Although he avoided the horrific Black Death with the help of Saint Xalia, the destructive toxins that lowered the body's immunity still gradually slowed down Linge. This was definitely a fatal mistake in Linge's race against time plan.
Grid knew in his heart that he would no longer have the chance to hold Christian hostage. What was even worse was that some of the more mentally tough Magic Knights had already gotten rid of the state of fear caused by Neville's blood magic, and they returned to work at a surprising speed.
They formed a formation and lined up to guard in front of the hillside. They raised the magic gun in their hands towards the young man and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Even the physical fitness of a professional athlete would not be able to capture the trajectory of the bullet, let alone this
It was a magic ray that was much faster than a bullet. Ringer's pupils suddenly shrank in a dazzling illusion, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the rusty smell left by death in his heart.
But at this moment, a petite figure rushed out from the shadow next to him and hit him hard on the shoulder. The young man's body, weakened by the destruction of toxins, stumbled involuntarily and stumbled to the side.
Instead, the petite figure blocked the dense magic rays all over the sky.
"Stay out of the way, human!"
Lin Ge heard her slightly nervous but pretending to be strong voice ringing in his ears. The dark bat wings behind him flapped violently. The visible storm covered the sky with blood rain, and condensed into a surging wave in front of the two of them.
The wall of blood blocked all oncoming shots.
The volleys of magic gun guns erupted in the night with a neat echo like the striking of piano keys. The dazzling beam penetrated the surging blood wall, like an angry storm hitting the calm lake, submerging everything in the lake.
Deep in the suffocating storm. The blood wall was constantly being torn, and the wounds were quickly healed, and then were torn again, and then healed again. This process was repeated over and over again, and Leticia's face gradually became pale.
In the end, the blood color completely faded away, like a patient who had lost too much blood. You could even clearly see the intertwined cyan and red blood vessels under the sickly white skin.
Without saying a word, the young man rushed towards the magic knight who had fallen due to the Black Death. He ignored the moans that were still sobbing in his throat and picked up the magic gun he had dropped on the ground.
He held the gun in his hand and fiddled with it for a few times. After trying to inject magic power and pull the trigger, a dark blue beam of light instantly condensed in the cold barrel, penetrating straight through the night like a javelin and falling into the enemy's formation.
Although compared with the dense rain of light in the sky, this lonely magic ray was quickly annihilated in a huge tide, but the young man still breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, Saint Xalia was right. The biggest advantage of magic weapon compared to magic is its simplicity. Anyone with a little knowledge of mysticism can easily get started as long as they have normal intelligence.
He returned to Leticia, raised his gun and pointed it at the neatly lined up magic knights in front of him. He tried to use the weapon he picked up to fight against its original owners. He also explained to the surprised vampire girl:
"This thing shouldn't be in the way, right?"
Leticia pursed her lips, turned around, and continued to maintain the stability of the Wall of Blood. She seemed not to want to talk, but Ringer still heard an inaudible hum: "Whatever you want."
……
In the quiet night, the battlefield inside the swamp is gradually falling silent, while the battlefield outside the swamp seems to have just begun.