A shrill scream echoed in the void of the Holy Spirit battlefield. The seawater controlled by Pascal accurately rushed the humanoid emerald mist far away, and then wrapped it tightly. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Pascal's mouth.
Smiling, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He quickly returned to his expressionless appearance. He raised his right hand flatly, with the palm facing upward. Five fingers suddenly bent and made a fist. The one wrapped in the human-shaped emerald mist
The water ball followed the fist and suddenly compressed inward, and an even more shrill scream echoed on the battlefield again.
The shrill screams of the white cloak did not make Pascal feel any pity in his heart, until the screams completely stopped, and the emerald mist wrapped in the sea water ball was completely compressed into a dull dark green circle.
After a while, Pascal laughed again, murmuring and mockingly saying: "Is this the Grand Arcanist who relies on himself for everything? It's nothing more than that."
Pascal murmured and taunted, while increasing the compression force of the sea water ball again. After knowing that even the sea water ball was compressed from the height of a person to the size of a fist by the pressure he added, the white cloak also allowed Pascal to exert pressure.
After no screams were heard, Pascal waved his hand and restored the fist-sized seawater ball to its original appearance, except that the core of the seawater ball was now wrapped in a bright red blood mist and a dilapidated item.
The white cloak, this should be all the relics of the female great arcanist of the Holy Spirit, Bai cloak.
Pascal observed carefully, then nodded with satisfaction, and murmured to himself again: "Who said I relied entirely on my parents and teachers? Now I am the first second generation to kill the Holy Spirit powerhouse.
, what else can Pascal and Melissa say this time, these are great arcanists at the Holy Spirit level."
Pascal seemed to be really satisfied with his victory. He admired his trophy for a few more seconds, and then he transformed the magic seawater into magic power and took it back to the spiritual sea, while restoring the volume that had been reduced to its original shape.
The sea water ball was summoned back, and he was still complaining triumphantly: "I said that my struggle was so great, I thought how great the Grand Arcanist was, but I didn't expect it to be just self-praising."
Then when the seawater ball was swaying closer to Pascal for more than a hundred meters, Pascal suddenly focused his eyes and suddenly pushed the seawater ball into the distance again. The seawater that had been gradually transforming into magic and withdrawing the spiritual sea also surged again.
The waves spurted out in all directions, and Pascal's face at this time could no longer see any smug look. He said in a deep voice: "Miss Grand Arcanist, your scream is too fake, and you don't seem to have anything."
Logic ability, there is only your white cloak and blood mist in the sea water ball, don't you even have space props? You must pay attention next time, you need to improve your acting skills."
Sure enough, Pascal's judgment was correct. As an evolution of Pascal's magic power, the seawater that made up the seawater ball could exist as a derivative of Pascal to some extent. Pascal suddenly pushed back the seawater ball wrapped in a white cloak. According to
Judging from the tactile feedback from the sea water, it did hit something.
Pascal's reasoning was not wrong at all. As expected, the white cloak revealed its true form after being hit by the sea water ball. For a moment, Pascal took a surprised look and saw that the other party was indeed no longer wearing the white cloak, but had revealed his original form.
In appearance, like her voice, the white cloak's appearance also tends to be androgynous. The lines on her face are a bit too rigid compared to ordinary women, and her thin short hair also makes her look more heroic.
Although she quickly transformed herself into the emerald mist again, Pascal still got a rough look at her appearance. What is certain now is that in order to make the white cloak look more like her, the white cloak in the sea water sphere is indeed hers.
Whichever one you wear at the beginning, even if you are a strong Holy Spirit, it is impossible to leave no trace at all. For other strong Holy Spirits, a little difference in smell is a big flaw, which can be seen here.
White Cloak really put a lot of effort into it, although there were still many flaws exposed.
When the emerald and the mist wrapped Pascal's seawater again, the two sides seemed to have returned to a stalemate. Pascal didn't mind complaining a few more words, so he said: "It seems that my guess is not wrong, Da'ao
Miss Magician, according to the general standard for women, you are indeed very ugly. Look at your appearance now, well, you don’t need to look, you have already shown your disgust for your appearance with practical actions.
, look at you either covering your face or turning into mist..."
Complaining about appearance can only be regarded as childish in a Holy Spirit level battle, and White Cloak's anger about the massacre just now was mostly just pretending. It can be seen that White Cloak, who always uses emerald mist, is actually part-time sailor with Pascal, the Sea Shepherd.
Mages are also great battlefield killers who specialize in group attacks. Single-on-one combat is not their strong point. This can also be proved by the White Cloak choosing Pascal as the target to open the Holy Spirit battlefield. They are not simple things. They can make jokes or be angry.
Regardless of whether it is burned or not, it is actually a trap set by the other party. Anyone who believes it is a fool.
So the white cloak ignored Pascal's repeated rhetoric, and instead manipulated the emerald mist to quickly rotate around Pascal's seawater. It seemed that he was executing a new tactical plan, trying to find a loophole and give Pascal a hard blow.
It would be best to leave a permanent mark on Pascal as she said.
As for Pascal, at this time, he suddenly remembered what Mr. Bryant once said when he gave them a tactics class: "Abandoning psychological pressure, although the attacking side seems to have the initiative, all their tricks
They all start first, which means that as long as you react quickly enough, all offensive methods can be seen through and find a reasonable response."
Of course, Pascal does not think that his reaction will be weaker than that of the opposite white cloak. After all, the gap in strength level is there. It is basically impossible for this battle of the Holy Spirit to overturn. After all, Pascal still has the ability to
The protection of the Möbius strip that automatically protects the Lord has actually ensured the advantage of a forced tie before the war begins. What Pascal thinks about now is just to use the white cloak as his fighting method and accumulation to adapt to the high-level Holy Spirit.
It's nothing more than a whetstone for combat experience.
He thought for two or three seconds, and while focusing all his thoughts on the violently moving emerald mist, he persisted in Adrian's best verbal tactics and continued to taunt: "Aren't you giving up yet?
This not-so-good-looking Miss Grand Arcanist, there is no way you can kill me. After all, I am the chosen one... Well, no, I am the student chosen by the teacher. I have a high-level Holy Spirit level of strength.
, and you have worked hard all your life, but you are just a Holy Spirit. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you can't make up for mine."
White Cloak still ignored Pascal's words, but the movement of the Emerald Mist became more violent and rapid, and the trajectory of the movement became more difficult to figure out. From this look, White Cloak seemed to be preparing to use his ultimate move to fight Pascal to the death.
Ka saw this situation in his eyes and became even more vigilant in his heart, but he continued to sarcastically say: "Speaking of which, you are really lazy. You actually asked me to wash your white cloak. By the way, you don't
Do you still want me to wash your underwear? This is impossible. Don’t even think about it. It is impossible for me to wash your underwear. I am from a noble family and you are from a low family, so I will not wash it for you for free.
For clothes, you will pay the corresponding price..."
Having said this, Pascal thought for a while and seemed to have made some kind of decision. He said: "You know there is a profession called the most prostitute. I will sell your cloak to them, so that when they pick up customers,
You can wear your cloak as the Great Arcanist of the Holy Spirit to receive guests. This is a good gimmick, and it will definitely help them make a lot of money. You are really a man of great merit."
As Pascal spoke, he called back the seawater ball wrapped in a white cloak. He didn't worry about the white cloak doing anything secretly on it, and directly dragged it into the seawater.
The white cloak seemed to have caught Pascal's flaw. After entering the sea water, the white cloak exploded suddenly, and a dense emerald mist spurted out, causing the surrounding sea water to surge, and even the emerald sea.
Along the path of the mist, countless green seaweeds grew in the sea water...