I stopped and looked in that direction intently.
Nothing at all.
There is only grass blowing in the wind in the wilderness.
But at this moment I believe very much - there is someone there.
"What's wrong?" Binelle stood up and looked in the direction of my gaze, "Is there anything worth noting?"
"Can't you see?" I asked.
Binelle gave me a strange look and said, "You know what my talent is, so if someone or a creature is there, I can easily find it."
I sighed and said, "That's reality. If the enemy is in the shadow world, it won't be so easy to find."
Binelle's face turned pale and she said, "What do you mean..."
The enemy is in the Shadow Realm.
I don’t know if it’s the guy from last night.
Or maybe that guy found an accomplice or something.
I sighed.
"Miss, no matter who you are, please let me know after the fight so that I can be more prepared for future enemies, okay?"
The people last night were already quite powerful. Although they didn't defeat me, the momentum reminded me that this was definitely not an ordinary "show some color" thing.
Binelle hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "I understand, and besides..."
I looked at her and there was an embarrassed look on her face.
"If possible, please don't kill me."
Not fatal? Holy Mother or someone you know?
This is interesting.
Binelle's true identity is ready to be revealed, but there is only a thin layer left that can be broken at any time.
"I see."
I took a step forward and raised my head thoughtfully.
The bright silver reflection disappeared in a flash, the passive quick-charging magic circle was activated, and the shield formed by the dagger and magic collided to create illusory ripples.
"As for the short sword, I'm still too reluctant to use the long sword."
In fact, my long sword is just some kind of medium in most cases.
After all, as a magic swordsman, he does not have the physical strength of a normal melee professional. In real battles, he just puts countless buffs on himself.
The quick-charging magic circle in the air was activated by me, and the pre-prepared negative aura in it suddenly became violent.
"Lord of the Ice Prison! Give me the fire of eternal calamity, the source of disaster——"
Black, rust-like lines climbed up the sword's body.
"Solicitation, the black blade of disaster."
The shield shattered, the long sword in his hand collided with the short knife, and the eroded black instantly climbed onto the weapon in his hand.
Only then did I have enough energy to start looking at the person in front of me.
Ah, do you also wear black clothes in broad daylight?
"Black Blade of Disaster" is a magic that wanders on the edge of gray. The only reason why the Vatican didn't come to it is that the caster is a human.
This is the magic that was temporarily added last night when I re-checked the quick-charging magic circle I prepared.
In addition to increasing the toughness and strength of the weapon, the biggest function of the "Black Blade of Disaster" is to use the power of disaster to destroy the exposed lines of magic weapons, blocking the flow of magic power on the runes like blood clots, thus gradually Disables your opponent's magic weapons.
Of course, this is also a relatively complex magic, so it cannot be anchored with air as a carrier. I wrote it directly on the hilt of the sword to form a semi-activated special magic circle with an interface. As long as the above chant is completed, it can be released normally. Original magic.
The appearance of this magic obviously startled the man in black in front of me. He pushed me away suddenly, turned over and retreated quickly, keeping distance from me.
It's all in my plan.
Most people will forget one fact when dealing with the magic swordsman - in addition to melee attacks, the magic swordsman also has magic, and distance from a magician was recognized some time ago as the only way to get kicked in the head. Things that can only be done if you have...
So I suspected that the man in black in front of me had a donkey in his house.
He took out the prepared black thorns from his pocket and cut them off gently. The blood instantly soaked the black plant.
"It leaves the string like flying, destroying the enemy into pieces. The four-armed arrow demon gives me the blackness of death in the ice prison."
"Blackthorn Crossbow"
Even if the death crossbow is shot, I won't stand still and deal it out.
The lines that had been drawn long ago appeared on the back of the hand, and then he chanted.
"Shadow in the forest, moon in the water——"
The magic power condenses and becomes a mimic wolf's claw, covering the back of the hand, but it has an edge that is not inferior to that of a sword.
Magic is something that has been produced since the dark ages of mankind.
There was no magic at that time, and it was what the Holy See called "an age of suffering". However, there were people who used that kind of thing to fight against the invasion of monsters.
Some people say that the earliest magic was simply an imitation of Warcraft.
At that time, I was thinking, maybe the profession of magic swordsman is the closest to the ancient human form, right?
Due to the erosion of the disaster, the short knife in the man's hand turned matte gray as if it had lost its power. He hurriedly dodged the arrows that represented pain, and I attacked him in the gap between his dodging.
A very simple tactic, but useful in most situations.
There is no system for the Demon Swordsman's fighting. Any possible fighting method can be realized on the Demon Swordsman. Therefore, the Demon Swordsman is very difficult to deal with.
It is also difficult to become a magic swordsman.
What the Magic Swordsman represents is knowledge that is lower than magic, and lower than the basics of fighting. Although it can exert a combat power of 1+1 greater than 2, it cannot reach a higher height no matter what.
Bit off more than you can chew.
This idiom is probably the most suitable for the profession of magic swordsman.
The wolf claws gave my hands strong defensive capabilities, allowing me to take risks and directly grab the dancing dagger, and then release magic under the surprised eyes of the man in black.
"Weeping, binding, baptism, confinement."
The magic power accompanied my thoughts and completely exploded using the air as the carrier. The temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant, and then it molded into what I wanted.
"Ice Orb"
This is the most powerful binding magic I currently have. It can freeze people directly into ice balls...
The people inside probably won't die.
However, the magic became chaotic at this time.
No, not a disorder.
But disappearing.
The magic I was channeling became as clean as a pencil line after someone erased it with an eraser.
"I'm sorry, it's really wrong of us to attack you before you reveal your identity, so how about we kindly ask you to stop?"
The voice came from behind. I turned around and found an old man appearing beside Binelle.
To be more precise, he was an energetic old man wearing a crisp uniform.
