The setting sun in the sky continues to set, and the fiery red dome of the library seems to blend into one.
And beneath them, the confrontation between the white-haired rat monster and an old monster seemed as if it had never appeared in the sight of the humans around him.
They still held rolls of parchment books and continued reading in a place with better lighting.
And right in the crowd, Eski, who was confronting Wosolun holding a skull, spoke.
"Let me guess, you still regard that thing as your savior?"
The engineering warlock's eyes were fixed on the nearly black skull, and the chaotic energy in his body was turned into green light spots surrounding his entire body.
Eski's own consciousness in the magical energy stung Wo Solon's consciousness like flowing lightning.
"Unfortunately……"
The engineering warlock wanted to say something more, but Wosolun interrupted the engineering warlock's sarcastic words and asked calmly.
"Is he still alive?"
The vampire's needle-like teeth stick out, as if to warn the engineer warlock not to play tricks.
As he moved outward, gradually away from this palace of knowledge, he condensed the sticky black magic energy in his hands.
"He is trying to gather strength to destroy his homeland of Nehekhara."
While introducing Nagash's current situation, the engineering warlock followed closely the new footprints that appeared on the ground, bearing the aura of death.
They invariably avoided the Lahmians who were still studying, and gradually moved away from the library with Wosolun and came to a dark alley.
There are some lichens that have never been seen before, as well as mushrooms and fungi that are rarely seen in the desert.
"In other words, you fought him off."
Wosolun suddenly turned around and said, with a same bad smile on his face as before.
"Rat monster, your ability is not as powerful as you boast."
These things around us are all good materials for attracting the wind of death and dark energy. So, is it these materials that give the person in front of him confidence?
The chaotic energy in the engineering warlock became more and more surging.
The chaotic energy gifted from God in Eski's body, just from the magical aura revealed, a mage can tell that it is not the same magnitude of magical energy as the vampire opposite.
Wosolun snorted coldly, and gathered little bits of black sticky energy Dahl from the dark objects around him.
"A spellcaster's ability comes from his will and his understanding of the spell."
As he spoke, black energy covered the dark plant materials, lichens, dirt, moss, mushrooms, and the corpses hidden under these things, making Dahl's energy extremely active.
In the shadow that suddenly became seemingly endless, the black Dahl energy brought with it a hint of purple mist.
In the end, they mixed into a purple-black energy, which wrapped around Vosolun's dry gray claws, forming a ball of spell prototypes consisting of several nodes.
"The ability to cast arcane spells can directly reflect the level of a wizard."
Eski's eyes turned blue-purple and entered the deep magic field of vision, observing the magical wind in Wosolun's hand. ….
Soon, he saw the old and firm will of Wosolun existing on the claws.
Theoretically, deep magic vision cannot allow the naked eye to see clearly, and all optical effects will be obscured by the blue-purple light blocking the eyes.
In this case, what actually becomes the visual sense of the engineering warlock is actually the wind of magic that is everywhere around him.
Let the wind of magic become the eyes of the engineering warlock, so that he can see through walls that are invisible to the naked eye, and his vision can spread to kilometers or even dozens of kilometers away.
It is precisely because his vision is connected to the wind of magic that he can use his eyes to see clearly something like "will" that seems ethereal to mortals.
The Demon in Eski
Under the Dharma Vision, Wosolun's will was like a lump of salt, making him feel a faint burning pain while covering up the rancid smell of this ancient will.
Under the influence of this will, the purple-black energy that mortals can never see clearly flows into the dark materials in the alley at an ever-increasing speed, forming a giant net that pulls these messy objects up from the ground.
The muck and lichen kept overlapping together, and the decaying skeletons on the ground and the skin that had long been corroded to the point of not much flesh were mixed into the muck, eventually forming two humanoid monsters about three meters high.
From its chest to its groin, there are also some mushrooms that were growing on the ground just now.
However, there is absolutely no room in its body for the wind of life to be active, and there is only a dead silence that disgusts the living.
Wosolun looked at the newly made structure in front of him proudly. Over the past hundreds of years, the spellcasting skills he had acquired from books allowed every drop of magical energy to flow where it should go.
The fresh lives passed away unwillingly, and the vicious souls they left behind, combined with these dark substances and a little bit of Dar energy and the wind of death, formed the two monsters in front of them that were more powerful than the legendary Utopia. construct.
"Are these zombies of yours considered to be at your level?"
The engineering warlock taunted, and a large amount of chaotic energy began to gather in his hands, forming a dazzling green light that even mortals could see.
"But it's better than your crude use of energy."
Wosuolun retorted, saying that even though hundreds of years had passed, no, or maybe it was because of these hundreds of years of training, he would never let anyone beat him in spells.
Everything will be revealed in the duel of spells.
The energy in the hands of the white-haired rat monster in front of him became more and more powerful, so much so that there were ripples in front of him, which was a sign that the magic shield was resisting the fluctuation of the opponent's power.
"Old monster, you only have this little energy in your body. I really don't know where your confidence comes from."
Esky shouted, the dimensional lightning in his hand had basically taken shape.
Most of the magic power of the engineering warlocks comes from the gods, and in the magic power of Vosolun in front of him, Esky smells the smell of other life.
Using the lives and souls of living things to drive magic is a very effective method, but compared with the endless energy of the Chaos Demon Realm, it is still far behind.
Just now, Wosolun consumed about 60% of the magic energy to summon these two big guys, which is about the amount of four dimensional stones, while the dimensional lightning in Esky's hand has gathered nearly 300% of energy. ….
"Old guy who is superstitious about skills, let me show you how insignificant your skills are in front of the power of the gods."
Dimensional lightning shot out along Esky's fingers, but did not rush towards their target. The green lightning rolled in the space in front of the engineering warlock, eventually forming a dark green plasma column with a diameter of more than two meters.
The green electric light illuminated the entire alley, and more light also illuminated the surroundings from above, making the sky that had become dim due to the setting of the sun look like a weird green day.
A dark green beam of light flashed past, and the air was filled with green and white steam.
Just like a thirsty traveler tasting the sweet spring, the engineer warlock took a deep breath of the air scented with the dimension stone. The hot gas entered his brain, so that his brain began to heat up.
The alley in front of me has turned into a smooth and neat circular passage. The smooth circular walls on both sides are the crystals formed by the sand and soil that make up the buildings on both sides burned by the previous dimensional lightning pillars.
At the end of this passage, there is a bottomless smooth round hole - this is caused by the engineering warlock who, after destroying the two structures, channeled all the remaining energy into the ground.
"I thought you were dead, old man."
The engineering warlock looked at the roof on the left, and his pink tongue licked Senbai's fangs, his face full of disrespectful ridicule for the old senior.
black linseed buzz
, conveying Eski's meaning to the vampire who hid his body in his cloak to avoid being exposed to the setting sun.
"Well, if you don't want to be attacked non-stop by this kind of magic until it finally turns into steam, I advise you to hand over Nagash's inheritance, so that I can let you go."
Esky yelled viciously on his face, and the bright green energy began to gather on the pink right paw with shining runes again.
One green node after another slowly appears in the air. This time these nodes are more detailed than last time. A prototype of a stronger spell than last time is being formed.
The engineer warlock knew very well that he was bluffing.
Even if his state has not been depleted, his total energy is only about 4,000.
In the previous process of summoning the Khorne Demon, he had already exhausted his energy once. There was only about less than 200 energy in the temporary mana pool in front of him, which was replenished by the Horned Rat from the Chaos Demon Realm.
The rest was replenished with dimension stones, despite the risk of backlash.
Even if he had swallowed dozens of dimensional stone coins before, he could only cast this level of spell five or six times.
In Eski's mouth, the voice of the foul spell belonging to the horned rat became louder and louder, and the vampire felt the dangerous aura.
I saw Wosolun jump down and jump under the shed of the house on the right that was covered by a ball of brown cloth.
Black energy instantly covered all areas within the alley, and a cloud of purple smoke evaporated, eventually disappearing into the air.
Wosuoran looked at the scene in front of him proudly, revealing the needle-like teeth under his lips that were as thin as paper. ….
This is a new type of magic he has developed over the past hundreds of years, the Domain of Silence, which can invalidate the spells uttered by the mage through his vocal cords.
As he expected, the engineering warlock had stopped chanting, and only the green magic energy in his hands was still shining.
The medium through which sound propagates has been forcibly stopped by the wind of death, and they are unable to transmit any vibrations. This spell reaches such a high level that even the movement of the most basic matter will be stopped, leaving everything in a true state of stillness.
Based on his research over the past few hundred years, he speculated that it would cause things to enter a strange frozen state.
However, if it wants to reach that level, the requirements for the caster's perception are still too high. At least for now, he has no way to release that kind of magic. At most, he can release the realm of silence in front of him.
However, this is enough. Without the order of the mage, the chaotic energy, which is more violent than the Dahl energy he uses, will soon get out of control, making this rat monster taste the backlash of his own mana and burn to ashes. taste.
"It seems that you think that by limiting the spread of sound, I won't be able to cast spells?"
The sharp voice of the engineering warlock seemed to be transmitted from all directions, and it was translated through the inexplicable buzzing sound.
Wosolun looked at the green lightning in the hands of the engineering warlock in horror, but only saw a new sinister smile on the corner of the engineering warlock's mouth.
"What a stupid idea."
Senbai's sharp teeth and thin pink lips made such a mouth shape.
Wosolun tried to speak, but found that the sound could not be transmitted outside. The spell that belonged to him, the spell that blocked the sound propagation path, was still working.
The old vampire touched his bald head, which had only a layer of skin on his skull, and gradually calmed down.
This spell is based on the Death Wind and a bit of Dahl energy.
Relying on the fact that the wind of death is difficult to detect, even the mage's second vision and even the magic vision cannot easily detect it, this realm of silence can be spread without worrying about being violently cracked by other mages.
The white-haired rat monster obviously didn't break this spell, but even in this state, the damn white-haired rat could still transmit sounds to his ears.
This also means that he can also use the same method to command magic energy
The amount also means that the spell in his hand can be released!
Wosuolun looked at the increasingly bright lightning, opened his hands, and all the purple mist in front of him was absorbed into his body.
The Realm of Silence had become a magic that was beneficial to the enemy, and he could only undo it.
Facing the magic in front of us, we can only use shields and dodge.
The wind of death became active in this corpse-like body, and soon gathered on his chest to form an invisible barrier.
"Old man, I don't want to be discovered by Neferata. I see these dark secrets of yours, and I don't want them to be discovered either."
Eski said, pointing the green electric light in his hand at the old thing.
"I will give you one last chance to hand over Nagash's inheritance. His things should not be in your hands. Otherwise, I will not be polite."
A stream of cold sweat ran down the forehead covered by the white fur of the engineering warlock.
The situation just now was really dangerous. The method of transmitting sound was just a copy of the Khorne Demon's method. It could not command magical energy.
If the steel thorns and this still can't scare the vampire in front of him, his body will really be burned by the magical energy.
Fortunately, now, the horned rat's dirty words have appeared in this space, and the power of magic is still flowing unimpeded.
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