Upon hearing the name of this thing, Gerald turned around and ran away without any hesitation or hesitation.
Gerald himself knows very well how powerful they are...
Because this batch of black fire was sold to Viscount Barbour by Gerald.
As expected, the door was opened from the inside. A thin young man holding a black fire bucket in his right hand and a ignited torch in his left hand looked confused and wanted to rush out angrily.
He had no idea how the other party realized the problem.
Considering that Gerald had the ability to control his mind, the wandering child made a long circle to avoid being noticed by anyone in the viscount's palace. It took him more than half an hour to carefully circle back to the door.
.
But he was discovered anyway!
"Wait, don't run-"
But the child has just opened the door.
The mind-controlled guard did not hesitate, aimed at the black fire bucket in the child's hand, and shot out!
The high-speed rotating lead bullet hit the barrel filled with black fire without any suspense within a distance of less than ten meters!
boom----!!
The air waves stirred.
The smelly hot breath roared in, and a huge ball of fire burst out, swallowing up the child and the guard who fired at the same time!
But this is just the beginning.
At the moment when the flame explodes, the temperature in the air begins to rise abnormally.
Immediately afterwards, the black fire barrels buried nearby were also set on fire.
The earth's fire exploded like a fountain!
Thick dark brown flames spurted out, exploded in the air and broke into countless tiny droplets, which adhered to the building and continued to burn.
Flames filled with terrifying black smoke surged from all directions, completely igniting the Viscount Mansion in an instant!
The explosion followed the explosion, and the fierce fire ignited new fire, forming an extremely dense line of fire - if you look down from directly above, you can clearly see two rapidly spreading fire snakes spreading outward, covering the entire
The courtyard is included.
"……Ah."
Gerald looked at the black fire that ignited in front of his eyes, covering the last passage, and stopped with some regret.
Still five seconds late.
If that person did not open the door in such a hurry, but was beaten to death inside the door five seconds later, then the time was just right.
He was just able to escape safely.
Not trapped in such a narrow space, but entering a wide street... Entering a home environment where he can use his power at will to control people's hearts on a large scale.
The sidekick whose face Gerald couldn't even see clearly, although seemingly useless, bought time with his own life.
"Salvatore, you are plotting against me!"
He stood in the middle of the fire and shouted without fear: "And you -
"You fake, impostor! Come out, all of you!"
Only Gerald knew that this batch of Black Fire was actually defective.
It is not a transformation creation of the famous wizard Benjamin, but is just a nominal product... that is, the kind that says "Made by: Benjamin", but is actually a defective product made by his apprentices.
However, due to some special reasons, its value is higher than the real thing.
Black fire is a very unstable and dangerous transformation creation - not only high temperature, but violent impact or vibration may cause an explosion. It is usually used to siege cities, defend, or prevent the opponent's cavalry from launching attacks.
charge.
Therefore, black fire sensitivity is very important.
It would be best to make the shallowly buried black fire explode due to violent vibrations when the cavalry regiment passes by.
However, due to the curse of its maker Salvatore, these black fires are very blunt. Not only can they not be detonated when the cavalry passes by, but even if they are hit hard with a hammer, they may not explode.
It is very incompetent as a dangerous explosive, but instead becomes a powerful viscous incendiary agent.
Not only Benjamin...even Salvatore himself did not think that these defective and failed products had any value.
On the contrary, Gerald was keenly aware of their value and specially purchased his batch of "defective products" anonymously through internal channels. Then he waited for this opportunity and sold them to the Viscount.
--Yes.
This is Gerald's purpose.
Even Viscount Barbour didn't realize how he was being used by Gerald.
[On the premise that I did not participate in the whole process, I witnessed the "creator" being naturally murdered by his "own work"]
This is the highest sacrificial ceremony among all the rituals related to the Bone God.
As long as this ritual is completed, Gerald can officially advance to gold.
……What a pity.
"Just a little bit."
Gerald sighed: "Only the last two days..."
I don’t know where the guy pretending to be Don Juan Geraint came from.
Without his intervention, or even if he only came to Frozen Water Port two days late, Gerald would have successfully advanced by now.
He vaguely realized that this counterfeit might become his biggest enemy in the future...
"Are you thinking, 'This impostor could become my biggest enemy'?"
Annan's plain voice sounded from outside the flame curtain:
"But do you think you will have a future?"
——The next moment, the hot ground cooled down rapidly, cracking traces, and the frost-white traces slowly condensed and spread.
The wall of fire slowly lowered its height and was crushed to the ground.
...an incapacitated wizard?
This is consistent with Don Juan Geraint...
Gerald retreated slowly and cautiously until he retreated to a place beyond the frost-white traces.
After a few seconds, the flames were suppressed to a narrow gap.
Annan and Salvatore walked in.
Annan's skin became extremely pale and bloodless, and his eyes ignited with a never-ending blue light. His skin was constantly spewing out large amounts of white frost, and his whole body seemed to be made of transparent ice.
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The white mist quickly settled down, lay close to the ground, and slowly spread outward.
This is...Frost Nova?
Gerald did not hesitate and lowered his head. He chose not to look at Annan and kept retreating.
Behind him were steaming flames, and in front of him was the unmelting ice.
The courtyard that originally seemed very wide, turned out to be so narrow after forming a Colosseum with a fire as a circle.
All the players were guarding the outside - guarding the only gap with sharp knives in hand, but no one walked in rashly.
This is an order from Annan.
Annan just looked at Gerald calmly: "Should you...
"An attack has been announced?"
As Salvatore said, Gerald has a rather fatal, but if not clear, very powerful curse——
Its name is, [Declaration of Defeat]:
[Before launching an attack against others, a warning must be given three to ten seconds in advance and the target of the attack must be revealed; at the same time, the power will gradually increase as it approaches ten seconds. If the attack is launched within three seconds, the attack will return to itself;
If the attack is launched after three seconds, the power is deemed to be twice the normal value; if the attack is launched after ten seconds, the power is deemed to be triple the maximum; if the attack is launched after ten seconds, it is deemed undeclared]
Gerald gave himself no warning.
So he is now in a position where he cannot attack!
Annan raised his right hand and recited in a low voice: