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Volume 1 Chapter 145 The so-called battle of life and death is about life and death regardless of victory or defeat.

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    Chapter 145 The so-called battle of life and death is about life and death regardless of victory or defeat.

    This lightning that had been brewing for too long finally had some significant effects after hitting the target. Although it was not able to knock Sebastian floating in the sky to the ground, at least the layer surrounding the young boy  The faint halo finally dimmed a little - to an extent that the naked eye would be able to detect.

    As if being inspired, Leiyun began to stir violently again.

    "If it's flame strike, I might still feel a little bit troubled by the pure divine energy mixed in it that is difficult to absorb. The mere third-level divine spell of summoning thunder can only be capped at ten lightning bolts. This amount of lightning elemental damage, I am  If I stand here and wait for you to finish hacking, I still have two questions about whether I can burst the upper limit of the absorption of my protective energy spell. What's more" Sebastian sneered and looked down, "It's disrespectful to come back but not to reciprocate.  also!"

    One after another, lightning struck the eye-catching target in mid-air, or missed the target and fell to the ground, or was absorbed by the boy's protective spell and turned into little bits of harmless blue light dust.  Amidst the deafening thunder and lightning, Sebastian took out a palm-sized square marble seal from the dimensional bag at his waist and gently threw it towards the enemy below.

    No one would be stupid enough to expect their enemy to make any unnecessary moves in a life-and-death battle. Kesol immediately noticed the young man's movements and was ready to dodge as soon as his steps went wrong.

    "Stop!" As soon as he said it, the young man in the sky pointed his fingertips directly at Kesol and shouted loudly and calmly.

    Huge magical power wrapped around Kesol's legs at the same time, sticking his feet firmly to the ground.  The middle-aged man's original attempt to move couldn't help but stagnate, and he could no longer move even half a step.

    "It's going to be bad!" Almost in an instant, Kesol immediately realized that the other party would rather use magic to restrain his actions rather than attack directly. The little thing that was falling at high speed definitely posed a great threat.

    Sure enough, following Sebastian's simple command, the seal, which was originally no bigger than a fist, swayed in the wind and suddenly increased thousands of times, becoming like a giant millstone.  Not only the apparent size, but also the actual mass has also doubled. This phenomenon that completely violates common sense of physics can only be created by magical magic.

    A huge boulder weighing nearly ten tons fell from a height of 100 meters, and hit the immobile Kesol below without mercy.  If it goes wrong, this druid who is good at harmonizing with nature may really have to permanently merge with the latter - nourishing the soil with fertilizer.

    With his thoughts turning rapidly, Kesol no longer bothered to try to break free from the restraints on his legs. In fact, after he failed twice in succession, he had already understood the strength of the opponent's spell and did not do that useless work.  His lips opened and closed at a very high speed, and a series of complex prayers were chanted. Kesol stared at the getting closer and bigger boulder above his head, his head almost bursting.

    Perhaps those powerful knights who have honed their bodies to the point of being as strong as cast iron may not die from such a blow, but for Bard like Kesor, who is more focused on natural magic,  He must use magic first before being hit by the boulder, otherwise the consequences will be self-evident.

    Race against time Victory means life, defeat means death. Real battle is so simple and direct.

    "The gift of the earth, all things are the same." The pressure of death is undoubtedly the best way to bring out human potential. Under the threat of death falling from the sky, Kesol completed the spell at a speed far beyond normal.

    The ragged figure looked hazy for a moment, and then, as quickly as possible, before the boulder fell, it strangely sank into the ground.  There was no trace on the ground, everything happened so naturally, as if it was not solid land at all, but a lake.

    ¡°Dong¡ª¡ª¡± The giant seal hit the spot where Kesol had just disappeared, making a dull and loud noise.  A shallow pit was made in the ground, and the seal fell into it.

    "Melt into stone?" Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Shrink!"

    At the master¡¯s command, the giant seal like a millstone immediately returned to its original size, revealing a hollow shallow pit below.

    The waves of telepathy passed by, but the enemy that should have been hiding underground was not found.  With a slight sigh, Sebastian burned more silver mist without hesitation, suddenly increasing the range and intensity of the induction.  Finally, the psychic feedback told him that not far below him, a highly hostile psychic target was escaping underground at a slow speed into the distance.  While in the magical state of being immersed in stone, although many types of damage can be ignored, one of them is relativelyThe more disadvantageous disadvantage is that movement becomes extremely inconvenient.  Because of this, this spell is closer to an adventure spell than a combat spell.

    "You want to escape now? It's not that easy." Sebastian sneered.

    In fact, in a duel between spellcasters, it is normal to run away if you can't beat them. Even if other colleagues know about it, they will never laugh at the escaper because of this.  For most spellcasters, a strategic retreat is not a sign of cowardice, but an opportunity to regroup.  Fighting to the end without reason, completely ignoring the fact that you have no chance of victory, is a stupid thing that only those passionate knights can do - of course, this may also be different from those nymphomaniac noble ladies.  Maybe it¡¯s related to our paranoid personal preferences based on our imperfect worldview

    "Those guys responsible for collecting information really should be thrown away and returned to nature! Why are they so weak just after being promoted? Why are they so young and lack actual combat experience? That damn little guy can actually suppress him in a head-on battle  I" The dejected veteran Bard couldn't help cursing angrily in his heart, "It shouldn't be like this! Everything that happened tonight is so abnormal! Hum, that's fine, I'll let you go temporarily this time.  One horse. Sebastian? I remember your name! Akalon will mark you as an enemy of the world, and the Order of Scourge will not forgive such a blasphemer like you. I, Xor, will come back  of!"

    Although his body was in a state of chaos, Kesol's thinking was still quite normal, and he tried his best to escape as fast as possible at the maximum speed he could currently move.  For the sake of the power of nature, he was not willing to stay in this hellish place for even a little longer.  But precisely because Kesol was too focused, he was not able to notice that the young man floating in the air had a long sword in his hand and was making some moves.

    A large amount of spiritual energy was burned without hesitation, and was forcefully poured into the deep crystal sword in a violent way.  The sense of discharge contained in the seemingly fragile sword gradually increased and became more and more obvious, until the surrounding air made a harsh crackling sound.  Every molecule and every basic element of the deep crystal was constantly trembling and vibrating, getting faster and faster. Finally, at a certain moment, the frequency of vibration seemed to reach a critical point, transparent  The sword body suddenly made a low muffled sound, and then suddenly became a little hazy, as if it suddenly could no longer maintain its existence.

    With a flash of figure, Sebastian fell diagonally from high in the sky, accurately intercepted the direction of Kesol's escape below the ground, and stabbed the deep crystal sword in his hand towards the ground.  The hazy sword blade was like a hot table knife inserted into butter, and it penetrated deeply into the ground easily without any obstacles.

    After a moment of stillness, the remaining sword on the ground suddenly shattered into dots of crystal dust.  From this point of origin, a series of continuous loud muffled sounds began to emit from the ground.

    Even if there is a well-informed ** master standing aside at this moment, he will definitely not be able to recognize the technique the young man just used.  Nothing else, because this technique does not exist in this world, but is a psychic version of the high-frequency vibration particle weapon developed by the Earth where the Supreme Prince lives - using pure and powerful energy to cause high-frequency vibrations in single crystal materials  Vibration increases the destructiveness to the highest level, and the effect is particularly prominent on inanimate objects with relatively simple molecular structures.

    Unfortunately, natural materials like Deep Crystal are still not as good as artificially manufactured high-tech alloys. Not only does it require more energy to vibrate, but also, after using this technique once, Deep Crystal grows  The sword was completely scrapped as a result

    The more powerful the attack, the more it relies on a large amount of money. When the material cost alone exceeds more than two thousand gold coins, the price of the deep crystal sword can easily exceed ten thousand when the owner skillfully destroys it.  The energy generated in the end can be imagined.  Huge rocks were shattered, soil was shaken into dust, and the whole earth was shaking.  The originally hard land and rocks were like pebbles thrown into the water, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions and raising a lot of dust.

    In the soil not far in front of the boy, dark red blood gradually seeped out, and the red area became larger and larger.  The thought of hatred that until just now had existed in his mind like a torch in the dark night had disappeared without a trace. Sebastian understood that this meant that either the other party had escaped from his sensing range, or that  No longer capable of even the most basic thinking abilities - the most common scenario is death.  In comparison, the possibility of the latter is naturally much greater.  After all, if there is a more effective means of escape than melting into stone, the opponent must have used it long ago. No one will use the best means of escape as a magic weapon to suppress the bottom of the box in a life-and-death battle.

    &nbsp"It's over." After summoning a small earth element to sneak into the ground to search for his trophies, the young man took a deep breath, with an unexplainable smile on his lips, "Although I enjoy this long-lost experience.  Fight, but right now, I am still too weak I need more time"

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