The phantom shattered, and countless black bats rose into the sky, instantly filling the entire hall with knights. The werewolves couldn't help but their eyelids became heavy, their thinking was slow, and they wanted to lie down on the spot and have a good sleep, but these illusory little bats gathered
The places with the most people were the great knight of the Frost Giant bloodline and Sir Duda.
When Katrina blasted through the door with "Lucien's Fireball", Duda's body changed. His tall figure of about 1.9 meters taller again, with bulging muscles and growths growing on his skin.
The black scales were lingering with a touch of blood, and the eyes turned red, as if they had lost their minds, leaving only the purest desire for killing and destruction.
"Devil's Bloodline!" Yakov, Anna and others, who were shrouded in thick blood mist on the altar, saw this scene in a daze, and were horrified in their hearts, and they woke up a little.
The blood energy surrounding Duda blocked out the illusory sleeping bat, and two scars with deep bones were opened on his back, and a pair of black bat wings grew out of them. The wings flapped gently, allowing him to fly.
He got off the ground and looked down at the hall and altar.
This is the benefit of devils, devils and other bloodlines. Even if you only have the level of a knight, you can fly at low altitude and occupy the air superiority!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, shaking the thick blood mist, and soon it was cleared away. The minds of Anna, Yakov and other mercenaries were cleared, as if they had truly woken up from the nightmare.
, I feel strong fear of the killing and hatred that filled my heart just now. If I continue like this, I will definitely become a demon who kills my companions!
"Sister Katrina!" Anna exclaimed, because facing Duda in the hall was the tall Katrina. She stepped on the void and stood above her without any support, her long golden hair blowing in the strong wind.
It was flying freely, and in its right hand it was holding a staff inlaid with translucent gems, with a thin white mist filling it.
These fogs spread quickly and are not affected by "strong winds" at all.
Looking at this incredible scene, Anna felt that she was still dreaming, dreaming about the powerful wizards in the bard's stories. They flew out of thin air, they controlled the weather, they created fire and cold, they were mysterious and terrifying!
The pale white mist dispersed, and except for the area near the altar where Anna, Yakov and others were, the rest of the hall was quickly shrouded in this thin mist.
The werewolves and knights who pounced on Katrina stood there blankly, their eyes lost their energy, their mouths made a roaring sound, and uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.
They seemed to have lost all ability to think, leaving only a shell.
Seeing the terrifying werewolf in her eyes and the knight who made her tremble with just her will, turning into such an idiot just by being shrouded in a thin mist, Anna raised her head and looked at the scene in mid-air in a daze: "Katri
Sister Na is a magician? And she is also a powerful magician!"
Katrina's current appearance is completely in line with her imagination of a magician - except not so sinister and vicious.
"Mind fog? The mid-level magician Katrina is the terrifying magician I met that night..." Yakov has been a mercenary for many years. He has received many descriptions of magic from various channels and has become an official knight.
Later, he also obtained more information from Count Calcutt, which gave him a new and detailed understanding of spells. In addition, he had cooperated with an official magician, so he could naturally judge the performance and effects of spells roughly.
What kind of magic is, of course, limited to the more common ones.
Looking at Katrina with her blond hair flying in the air, watching her being wrapped in a layer of flowing transparent magic runes, watching the black fireball shot by Sir Duda falling on this layer of runes, there was no violent explosion, but
Absorbed by the runes, Yakov's mind went blank, so shocked and frustrated that he had no idea at all.
Roar!
The body of the great knight of the "Frost Giant" bloodline swelled, surrounded by countless snowflakes, and a translucent icy halo spread out, expelling the nearby "soul fog". But at this time, a ray of light quietly appeared behind him.
The figure was wearing a black shirt and a red jacket, and his hands were slender and fair, but with nails that shone with cold light. Then, like playing a lyre, this figure reached out from behind and gently scratched the "Frost Giant"'s throat.
The faint black air disappeared in a flash, and the thick ice in the throat of the "Frost Giant" melted silently.
ah!
The "Frost Giant" let out a painful scream, with blood flowing from his throat. He swung the giant sword back with both hands, but only broke a phantom. Viscount Carenildia appeared in another direction, stretched his right hand to his mouth, and gently
He licked it lightly and said, "The taste of blood is quite good, and there are no toxins."
This perverted behavior was performed so elegantly and naturally by him, as if he was really enjoying the food the host was serving to him.
The "Frost Giant" has terrifying power and is good at all kinds of frost spells. However, this has to be hit to be useful. In front of Viscount Carenoldia, whose speed and agility completely surpass the normal fifth-level knight, he is like a
The helpless child couldn't hit the opponent, and was caught twice from time to time, and was hit by dark spells. Viscount Carenildia even took the time to kill the werewolves around him who had turned into "idiots" - he
I really hate that smell.
Looking down at the handsome man and his tyrannical strength who could only see the afterimage, and at Katrina, who was surrounded by all kinds of strange magic and dazzling above, the fear and worry in Anna's heart disappeared somehow, and she secretly
I thought: "The magician and the vampire are indeed the eternal villain combination in the bard's story. They are so matched and so handsome!"
"Fortunately! I have sister Katrina, otherwise..."!
She patted her chest happily, feeling very envious and yearning for Katrina's strength and fighting appearance.
Although Duda is a fifth-level knight with demonic blood, he is at a loss in front of a well-prepared magician. He is unable to exert his strength at all. He is subjected to curses, maskelin curses, slow spells, etc. again and again.
The influence of magic was getting closer and closer to the edge of failure, and every time he attacked, he was either deflected by the influence of illusion, or blocked by Douglas's magic absorption wall, stone skin and other magic, which had no effect.
"We can't go on like this..." Since he only had demon blood, Duda barely retained the ability to think during the battle. Seeing that he was in a bad situation and the "Frost Giant" was about to be killed by a vampire, he began to think
Ways to get out of this situation.
A slightly relaxed Anna, a complicated Yakov and other mercenaries who were more confused watched the battle. Suddenly, they were shocked to see Duda grab his left arm with his right hand and violently tear off the entire left arm.
, and then let out a deafening roar.
"What is he going to do?"
"The devil's special ability?"
In shock, they only saw Duda's left arm explode, turning into flying flesh and blood. The squirming flesh and blood constantly neutralized the thin mist, making them disappear without a trace.
The mental fog disappeared, and the remaining werewolves and knights regained their sanity. Some of them opened their bows and arrows or used spell-like abilities to attack Katrina, while others brandished long swords, maces, clubs and other extraordinary weapons and rushed towards Yakov and others.
, trying to distract Katrina and Viscount Carnaldia.
Under the ferocious aura of the werewolf and the tyrannical will of the knight, the mercenaries were trembling and unable to even hold their weapons, and clanking sounds were heard one after another.
Yakov recovered a little bit of his knightly strength when Duda had no time to control himself. He held the sword tightly and blocked it in front. He whispered to comfort the frightened Anna and others: "Don't be nervous. I will block them. Just support a few dozen
In seconds, Katrina can end the fight."
"Boss, let me help you." Anna said regardless of her low strength and trembling legs.
At this moment, a cone-shaped crystal light appeared in her sight, as if it was made entirely of ice, and where the light swept away several werewolves and knights turned into ice sculptures.
"So strong..." Anna admired in a low voice.
Yakov also had a similar feeling, but his rich experience prevented him from being stunned and jumped out.
Hit the ice sculpture.
With a crash, several knights and werewolves were shattered on the ground, and the light shone like diamonds all over the ground!
"Be careful!" Anna suddenly saw a werewolf sneaking nearby, leaping high and trying to grab Katrina's ankle, so she worriedly and urgently warned.
Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the werewolf moved. It hugged the werewolf suddenly and dragged it into a well of shadow that suddenly appeared. There was no sound again.
"What an amazing magic..." Anna was so excited by these scenes that she almost worshiped the magic.
Duda, who was in mid-air, took this opportunity to flap his wings and fly downwards, aiming for the door with strange patterns painted on it.
Seeing the door in sight, he suddenly felt his internal organs tumbling, blood welling up, he felt dizzy, and fell to the ground.
"Professor's infrasonic resonance?" he thought in panic.
Then, before he could react, the armor and scales covering his whole body turned into red, white, black, gold and other things of different colors with Katrina's finger, including solids, gases, and
liquid!
"Order of Elements?"
"Why can she cast spells so quickly? Is there no buffer time for casting spells?"
Duda watched in disbelief as his armor and natural defense scales disappeared. He knew that this was the exclusive spell of "Atomic Control" Lucien Evans. It was not surprising that his students could use it. It was strange.
It's because there is no buffer time between the two magics, so I can't avoid it!
What he didn't notice was that on Katrina's left chest, the beautiful and cold silver moon emblem flashed an electric light.
Then he didn't dare to think too much, dragging his shaky body and slammed into the patterned door behind him.
In Anna's eyes, Katrina's hair became quiet as the violent wind subsided. She stretched her right hand forward, and a fireball that was larger and hotter than normal flew out directly and hit Duda's vest.
Boom!
Duda was blown to pieces, but he also opened the door. On the other side, Viscount Carenildia took out a white handkerchief and wiped his palms. In front of him was the glaring Frost.
giant.
The door opened, and an altar appeared inside that was exactly the same as before. The only difference was that the statue was clearer, and it was a handsome demon in humanoid form with dark skin.
And underneath this demon stood a young man with a slightly frightened expression. He had all the physical features of the Vladimir family.
"Viscount Andre?" Anna blurted out, feeling a strong fear.
Andre shook his head, looking lost: "You shouldn't have come in, you forced me to do this, forced me..."
"Have you met the real culprit so soon?" Viscount Calendia threw the dirty white handkerchief to the ground and said to Katrina in a funny tone.