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Chapter 18 Rage

Hearing the opponent's threat, Pascal felt a little proud in his heart. Is grass growing? Then the opponent is really what he estimated. The emerald-colored mist is a life-attribute attack method, just like Mr. Vicki and Ellie.

The attack methods of life spirits like Mr. Si are the same. After extracting this information, Pascal finally had a direction of defense. He used his mind to split the seawater surrounding him into countless small and sharp seawater threads and quickly stirred them.

He stood up to prevent the other party from spawning any strange plants in the sea water, while continuing to taunt:

"Let grass grow on my head? This is difficult. I admit that I am not as good as you in terms of combat experience, but in the final analysis, fate has treated me favorably. You see, I am a high-level person at a young age.

Holy Spirit, my teacher, His Majesty the Great Adrian, promised me that if I could conquer Palameo in half a year, then on the day of my triumph, he would raise my strength level to half

God, of course, I don’t have much confidence in myself, but I have more than twenty high-level micro-spiritual powerhouses with the same strength level as me. If they are here, I will slaughter all the cities that do not surrender...

…”

Hearing that Pascal was going to massacre the cities that did not surrender, White Cloak was really angry this time. His voice was burning with endless flames, and he threatened: "How dare you? I admit that I rely on more than twenty high-level positions.

The Holy Spirit is enough to conquer Palameo, but how dare you mention the word massacre? Do you, the elves who claim to be noble, sell your souls to the devils in hell? Don’t you know that large-scale annihilation of life will...

"

Pascal's tactics worked. Listening to the angry tone of the other party, a proud smile appeared on his face. Of course he would not massacre the "innocent" people of Palameo. This not only did not conform to his inner dogma, but also

In line with the mission goals Adrian gave him, he did not rely entirely on blood and Adrian's gifts to achieve his current status and achievements. Again, Pascal is the hardest-working second generation Adrian has ever seen.

To be recognized under the glory of his fathers, he works harder than anyone else.

He said this just to anger the white cloak. It was just a tactic. Seeing that the tactic worked, Pascal continued to say in a triumphant tone: "How dare I? Why don't I dare? My teacher, even a demigod, has such a world.

I have been given a level of strength that has not been seen for a long time. This proves that my teacher is actually a much higher level of strength than a demigod. With the support of a teacher, there is nothing I dare not do. You still don’t understand.

Well, for a being like my teacher, it is actually a very simple matter to conquer Palameo, but he sent me here, aren't you curious why? Maybe I can tell you, conquer or kill Palameo

Oh, it’s actually just an exam that belongs to me.”

Pascal's words made White Cloak's mood become more and more unstable. White Cloak himself didn't know what kind of mood he should be feeling now. Is his home just a test supplies for the other party to test students? What on earth are these strong men thinking?

What, aren't even the tiniest ants trying to survive? Can these so-called strong men deprive others of their right to survive at will just by relying on their fists that are bigger than others? Bai Cloak's heart was filled with confusion.

Deeply dissatisfied, she asked in a strange tone:

"So, what kind of existence do we think of in your mind? A blade of grass that you pinch off casually or a large number of ants that you crush to death. Your teacher must not be a good person, just to give you a fight.

Do you want to forcefully destroy other people’s homes just to take the exam? This is really too much.”

Pascal was surprised: "Are you a woman? How could you be a woman? Why would you cover your face if you are a woman?" White Cloak's final question did not cover up her original voice, although she

Her voice still tended to be neutral, but Pascal could easily tell her gender now. Seeing that the white cloak that had caused him such a disadvantage was a woman, Pascal actually felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart. Although

Barbas can't beat Melissa either, but it's different. Barbas won't use his full strength. This is a holy battlefield where life and death are divided.

However, Pascal was not affected like White Cloak. Seeing that the tactics were working, and the results were getting better and better, Pascal decisively chose to strike while the iron was hot. He continued to taunt: "I understand, Miss Grand Arcanist, you are so ugly that you are already ugly."

You will choose to cover your face only if you feel disgusted with it, but I have to tell you regretfully that it will be ineffective because you can't not take a shower, and you can't wear a cloak when taking a shower. You still have to do it after all.

Did you take it off and see your own face soon after you took it off? If you haven't looked at your ugly face for a long time, and you suddenly see it, you should be shocked."

For some unknown reason, Pascal did not choose to continue talking about massacre and conquest, but changed the subject without even realizing it, and continued to mock White Cloak's face, while White Cloak was still struggling with the issue of massacre.

, she asked angrily: "Don't change the subject, answer my question, who do we exist in the eyes of you who claim to be born noble? How dare you deprive others of their lives at will? Who gave you this?

Right, Your Excellency Huiyao, Ms. Scepter of Life or Ms. Silver Veil, you'd better answer my question directly, Elf, otherwise I will definitely leave a permanent mark on you. I swear on my real name, I

One can do it.”

Faced with White Cloak's aggressive questioning, Pascal curled his lips in his mind. You are the one who doesn't understand the situation, right? Miss White Cloak, is this not a serious battlefield of life and death in seconds? Why are you dragging me to discuss philosophical issues?

, after I destroy your body, or you destroy my body, the faith in our hearts is actually not that important anymore. How did you get the strength level of the Holy Spirit when you are so naive? Do you also have a good teacher?

No? I don’t know what happened, but Pascal always feels that the tone of the white cloak seems familiar?

So Pascal continued to avoid the question of the white cloak. He shrugged and asked with a smile: "You can't scare me like this. Miss White Cloak has an ugly face and is very insincere. Since you swear by your real name,

You want to leave an eternal mark on me, but what about your oath? Are you not going to tell me your real name? Are you just deceiving me about your own beliefs?"

Pascal's fearless attitude once again poured a bucket of oil into the inner anger of the white cloak, so that the white cloak erupted directly. The emerald mist rolled violently like boiling water, and the white cloak's voice that carried the meaning of death came out.

Come: "If, I mean, if you still think that your bloodline and the parents who gave you this bloodline are so noble, don't take the initiative to leave the Holy Spirit battlefield before I kill you or before you kill me.

I will tell you, even if you don’t care about our lives at all, if you want to take our lives without authorization, you must pay the price, and I would rather die to teach you a lesson.”

Pascal still didn't seem to accurately perceive the seriousness of the matter. In his opinion, it was not a terrible thing for a woman who was originally angry to complain. After all, she was a life-and-death enemy. A woman who was so angry that she almost lost her

A rational opponent is no longer a threat enough in Pascal's eyes.

However, Pascal did not speak anymore, but was secretly on guard. His eyes kept wandering over the boiling emerald mist, trying to find the flaw in the white cloak. Finally, his wooden tube captured a small piece of mist that briefly condensed into a human shape.

The outline of the child's face, Pascal's eyes condensed, and now, a ball of childish-faced water boiling violently surged out...


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