A pale and slender hand pressed on the gate of Eilanhill Castle. The man wearing a silver robe with a huge magic circle pattern on it had a strange mask on his face. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Then he pushed open the heavy door.
"!" Inside the gate, a Guards soldier shot the terrifying masked magician in the face, but the bullet flew out of the magic circle on the mask and landed on the smooth surface not far away.
on the ground.
"Get out of the way!" A hoarse and desperate voice that could not be identified as male or female seemed to come from the man's chest and echoed throughout the main hall of the castle. The man swung a wind blade with his backhand and struck it.
On the body of a Guardsman.
The sharp invisible blade suddenly cut open the stomach of the Airan Hill Guardsman, cutting him in half. His intestines and internal organs instantly rolled out, and he fell to the ground and rolled far away.
The magician wearing a heavy mask didn't even glance at the two corpses on the ground before he walked towards the stairs in the hall. Above his head was a huge chandelier, dotted with countless electric lights, which looked extremely luxurious.
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Suddenly, at the corner of the stairs, the mage stopped in his tracks. His pale, sickly, slender hand pressed on the cold marble handrail of the stairs, and his whole body bent slightly.
"Ah..." The magician's breathing became painful and rapid, as if his body was suffering from great pain. Because of this painful torture, the body shrouded in the magic robe began to twist, and all the muscles tightened and resisted.
That terrible pain.
"Huhu...huhu..." Just like a drowning person who finally managed to get his mouth out of the water, this strange mage wearing a mask breathed reluctantly, and the skin on his hands began to crack.
On the back of the hand that already looked very sick, a blue liquid like lava boiled in the gaps, burning the snow-white skin. Then in the next second, the wounds miraculously healed, and then cracked again.
Come on.
"This... is... a... painful... journey..." After standing there for almost half a minute, the masked magician barely recovered. He murmured this in a hoarse voice.
After sighing, he slowly walked up the stairs.
As if carrying a heavy burden, the magician, who did not look strong, walked up the stairs step by step, and then stood at the end of the corridor. Blocking the corridor was a group of assault soldiers carrying stg-44s.
Guards soldier with rifle.
"Huh..." He let out a long breath. The masked magician seemed to be struggling with what method he should use to walk through this long corridor that seemed not easy to walk. In the end, the magician still
He took a step forward, and a golden magic circle filled his body.
These magic arrays stood in front of the magician like shields, and then became huge in front of countless flying bullets, extending into the surrounding walls. Densely packed bullets hit this magic array, destroying it.
The distortion of the inscription struck.
However, as if they were embedded in the air, these bullets hovered within the magic circle. As the magic circle gradually faded away, another brand new magic circle was formed behind the magic circle.
The styles are all exactly the same.
"Let... open..." Under the thick mask, the hoarse and genderless voice sounded again, suppressing the sound of all weapons firing: "You ants... are simply... asking for death.
road……"
Unfortunately, no one stopped. Some soldiers continued to pour out firepower, while others began to change their magazines. They cooperated tacitly, maintaining the continuity of firepower, and did not give the other side any chance to counterattack.
Densely packed bullets hit the defensive magic circle, making the magic begin to dim. In front of the masked magician, the third defensive magic circle was quietly formed without any delay.
"I'm sorry, I don't have time to waste!" The unemotional voice sounded again, and then under the silver magic robe, the pale palm was stretched out again, and a cold mist filled it.
Condensation formed on the palms, and the temperature of the entire corridor began to drop.
The next second, countless ice cones began to spurt out from the palms filled with cold air, flying towards the Irish Royal Guards who kept firing.
Ice picks like bows and arrows penetrated the bodies of these Guardsmen, knocking them to the ground one after another. After only a few seconds, there was no sound of STG-44 assault rifle firing in the entire corridor.
There were no more screams of soldiers.
"Ah...ah!" It seemed that the unbearable pain appeared again. After knocking down everyone, the masked magician screamed again. It sounded like someone was cutting with a knife.
This magician has the same flesh and blood.
"I hate here! I hate here! Ah...!" The pale hand was propped up on the wall that had been broken by the magic circle, and the miserable voice echoed throughout the corridor. The magician screamed alone
The terrifying sound seemed so weird in the corridor filled with corpses.
On the other side of the corridor, Chris opened the door with a pale face. Across the dense pile of corpses lying on the ground, he looked at the magician wearing a mask who kept screaming at the other end. The expression on his face was extremely wonderful.
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The opponent was so powerful that even the Air Force of Eiland Hill was helpless. He could even kill hundreds of guards and enter the castle by himself. But now this magician stood there and let out screams, as if he was being beaten.
Same as him...
Finally, the feeling of excruciating pain was suppressed, and the screams finally stopped. The magician held his hand on the wall and gasped for a few times before barely regaining his balance.
Then, the hoarse voice spoke again, with a hint of curiosity, as if he was looking at a brand new creature: "You are really different! I can see light in you... a fascinating light.
!”
Chris frowned in confusion. Hearing the strange voice of the other party, no one had ever told him that he could still shine. Could it be that the other party came to him in such a way that he wanted to tell him "you can shine?"
This matter?
The magician seemed very weak, and his voice was trembling: "I can't survive here, the air here makes it impossible for me to breathe, and the energy in my body is about to swallow my fragile body..."
"For me, this place is simply hell. But seeing you here, I feel that all the suffering along the way seems to be worth it." Behind the mask, the voice suppressed the pain and said slowly.
"Ah! Damn it!" The last violent groan even changed the tone of the voice because of the pain, and the air around the magician began to become restless. The exposed palm seemed to be about to explode.
The skin above was squeezed and deformed by the energy surging inside.
"I can kill you, all of this is worth it... Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The other party seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be answering Chris's words. In the extreme pain, this
The masked mage is jealous and excited about his upcoming success.
It seems that I am really going to die here today. The other party can find this room all the way. They also say that he is emitting light, that is, there is some special tracking method. Even if he hides, he cannot escape. I thought of it.
Here, Chris opened his mouth and asked the magician unwillingly: "Are you here to kill me?"
"Yes! Of course I'm here to kill you... Your existence... is a sin that threatens this world... and must be eradicated..." In front of Chris, the magician stretched out his arm, and on the palm of his hand
The magic circle began to become clearer.
As the magic circle gradually became clearer, some anxious arcs began to appear around the circular magic circle. It seemed that the other party wanted to use a very fast lightning magic to kill Chris, the time traveler.
"Farewell, mortal!" As the magic circle became clearer and clearer, the voice behind the mask sounded again, with a trace of pride. A flash of light spurted out from his magic circle and hit Chris directly.
on the body.
In an instant, a golden light appeared next to Chris, and a round golden magic circle with rotating spells shrouded in front of him. The fatal lightning struck the defensive magic circle, bursting out with a dazzling light.
of light.
"Damn..." Looking at the magic circle rising from Chris's body, the masked magician took a step back. Then he raised his other arm, and raised huge magic circle on both hands.
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"Boom!" Two huge fireballs flew out of the magic circle, steaming the surrounding air, and hit the magic circle in front of Chris. However, after being impacted by the fireball spell, the defensive magic circle in front of Chris had no effect at all.
The weakening trend has instead given off a stronger light.
Immediately afterwards, a hand stretched out from behind Chris, and a dazzling light burst out from the palm. A powerful lightning rushed out like a spiritual snake, crossed the magic circle in front of Chris, and hit the opponent.
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After the ashes of the explosion dispersed, the masked magician who attacked Chris staggered back a few steps. Chris finally adapted to the colorful magic battle and turned his face to look behind him.
There, a robed magician, also wearing a mask, just retracted his slender palm.
