Fantasy mirrors came one after another. Because he was anxious about his situation, Chai Anping quickly walked through the fantasy world. Most of them were scenes of being locked up in a prison.
"Ho--!"
After enduring the intrusion of the magic power, Chai Anping received a reminder in his mind:
"Get [Mark]."
"Coordinating..."
"Acquire the magic application method [Potion Throwing], copy the potion's ability (up to 50% of the effect) to generate a sure-hit throw, and mark the target at the same time. When the mark exists, the target enters a vulnerable state, and the effect lasts for three minutes (can be stacked up to three times,
Each stacking effect is extended by one minute)."
"boom!"
Chai Anping's ears were filled with whispers of magic power, but for him, the current whispers of magic power were at best a wake-up call service.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and the almost boiling alchemical magic made his whole body feel full of power.
But he didn't get up immediately. After judging that he was not in danger for the time being, he quickly looked at what was occupied by the remaining five grids...
[Pixon's Fear], throw away!
[Toynby's Pure Magic Core]: Increases the magic level after use.
Rating: Medium (poor quality product)
Value: None
"use!"
The ability of the alchemical magic power increased slightly again, and the alchemical magic power continued to spurt out. Chai Anping estimated that it had reached almost 40%, and the surging magic power had a faint sense of blockage and barrier.
An intuition emerged spontaneously during the bottleneck period. Chai Anping suppressed the curiosity in his heart and looked at the third item again.
[Magic Talisman]: Enhances magic activity when worn.
Rating: Low (shoddy craftsmanship)
Value: Medium
"It's okay!" With a thought, a small talisman appeared around his neck. The magic power in his body flowed faster with the blessing of the talisman.
The fourth item [xx blood-stained hair] is disgusting...throw it away!
The fifth piece [Sleeping Magic Crystal]: A precious crystal condensed when the body possesses sleeping magic power and dies. It can be integrated into weapons to give them magical power.
Rating: High (slaughtering thousands of ways to create my supreme soldier)
Value: high
"!"
Chai Anping was shocked and excited!
This thing must be similar to the scene when I used the broken sword to absorb Amy Xiu's magic power - it can transform ordinary weapons into magic weapons!
There are many ways to generate magic weapons, but most of them are forged by masters, and a few are similar to the magic weapon Jackdaw owned by Chai Anping.
At that time, the jackdaw stabbed Amy Xiu in the chest, and the magic pattern was transferred unintentionally to create such a natural and powerful weapon.
With so many mages attacking the palace, it is not surprising that magic weapons appear again, but that requires a "transfer process". How could Chai Anping leave the Moonlight Sword unused during the fight?
But with this crystal, it seems that the transformation can be completed directly?
Having never used such a good thing before, Chai Anping didn't dare to use it now. It would be a big loss if the progress was destroyed during the battle.
After clearing four squares, he quickly got up and rejoined the battle - mainly because if he didn't get up, Pickle would really be bombarded to death.
"Pickle, back off!"
He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Pikel who was fighting to the death to draw firepower for him, and then thrust a tube of level 6 healing potion into his hand.
"Come back to battle after repairing!"
Pikel's eyes were red with blood, and his overwhelming blood-killing intention was forcibly suppressed by the prompts from his teammates.
"As long as you wake up..."
His voice was hoarse, and he drank the potion in one gulp as he backed away.
"He's alive again!" Someone in the mage group backed away in horror.
"Don't panic, don't mess up. He must be at the end of his strength now, hold on!" Some people stood up to maintain order, while some mages lost control of their emotions under the extreme bloody stimulation and gradually fell into the control of the magic whisper.
Quinn fell next to Pickle, her crossbow had finished shooting, and she was guarding Pickle with a dagger in her hand.
Among the four, he is the only one who can assume the responsibility of attracting firepower from the front. If he fails, the situation will probably be reversed!
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…
On the other side of the wall, Xin Zhao was panting slightly. The blood vessels on his face were darkened due to a magical sneak attack.
"Dengdengdeng..."
Soon another group of people rushed over. He raised his spear and was about to charge with a cold expression, but he was startled when he saw who was coming.
"Commander of the Scythian Army?"
"it's me……"
Grantham Sethia was in an extremely embarrassed state at this time, his hair was disheveled, and his luxurious clothes were in tatters and stained with dust. Behind him was a team of demon hunters, who were also in miserable condition.
"The demon seeker camp has been breached by the mage. I want to see Your Majesty." The whites of his eyes were red and bloodshot.
There were demon hunters following him, so Xin Zhao didn't hesitate much.
"Please let these people stay here, and you can come with me to see the Holy One!"
Xin Zhao made a quick decision. With so many mages attacking the palace, the assistance of the Demon Seeker Legion was indeed urgently needed.
He put away his spear and turned around to lead the way.
"What happened outside the palace, Commander of the Scythian Army." He asked: "Where did these mages come from? Didn't you demon hunters get any information before?"
"Ah... this..." Sethia stepped up the stairs and came behind Xin Zhao: "Actually, we got some news."
"Um?"
"Pfft——"
A pitch-black dagger plunged into Xin Zhao's lower back, and Xin Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank: "You...!"
"Because I am the mastermind, haha! Idiot!"
The dagger imbued with terrifying magic instantly took away Xin Zhao's strength to resist, and he looked at Grantham Sethia with wide eyes.
"I've been waiting outside for a long time. If I don't use some tricks, it will be really difficult to break through your spear."
Xin Zhao's spear dropped weakly and was stepped on by Sethia, leaving a dirty footprint on the blue flag.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the scraping sound of iron chains hanging on the ground...
"No, Sethia! You can't betray!" Xin Zhao grasped the dagger behind his waist with one hand and said angrily: "You can't do such a rebellious act because you oppose the third generation and want to lift the ban on magic!"
"Lift the ban on magic?" Sethia glanced at him coldly: "...It's too late, it's too late! We have already run out of patience!"
Xin Zhao watched him walking up the stairs, his eyes almost split open, and at the same time, dark green ferocious magic marks began to appear all over his body.
"Well--"
He clenched his teeth and pulled out the dagger with all his strength with his right hand. The severe pain even stimulated him to get rid of his weakness for a short time.
"Escort!"
"Escort!"
He covered the bleeding wound and roared, no longer as elegant and calm as usual.
"It's useless, we are already surrounded here."
"You guys stay here while I go up to see our king of Demacia."
Sethia's eyes flashed with a faint green light, and then the team of demon hunters and the influx of mages surrounded the entire hall.
"No……"
Xin Zhao's eyes showed despair.
"Don't kill him, we will capture this royal lackey and hang him in the square!"
The leader looked at him sinisterly, with a sneer on his lips: "Manager Debon, your king is going to die soon!"