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Volume 2: Magic Empire Chapter 129: Battle of Broken Tower (3)

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    Lan Silota's opponent was the faceless ghost god Nopheus. This was what Tangning had expected. He guessed that the third place would be the faceless ghost god and the Sky Splitter. At first, he didn't think that Shadow would be the guard.  After all, with this stealth ability, surprise assassination in battle is far more effective than guarding a certain position.

    In the past few years, Lancelot has become familiar with the magical girl's body and figured out the corresponding fighting methods. In the past, she followed the strict knight style, but now she relies on her infinitely regenerative immortality.  Suddenly, it was changed to the berserker style of advancing without retreating and being invincible.  .

    "Purgatory in ten directions!"

    At this moment, Nophes became a famous fire mage in the Dark Dynasty. As soon as he made a move, thunder from the sky triggered the fire on the earth. A sea of ????fire with a sulfur smell emerged from the ground. First, a ball of blazing light rose up, and then  This ball of light spread rapidly around in a wild dance.

    Faced with such ferocious fire, Lancelot had no intention of dodge. She just rushed over with the flames, letting the fire of purgatory burn her body to a crisp. The flames stuck to her body and penetrated the armor.  , crawling through the cracks like a loach, burning loudly.

    Lancelot didn¡¯t care about this¡ªshe had long since lost her sense of pain and didn¡¯t care about the physical pain at all¡ªshe exploded with all her magic like fighting spirit, flicked away the flames attached to her body, and then shot out.

    "You madman!"

    Nophes yelled, and while jumping back, he removed the incarnation of the magician who had no physical ability, and his body changed again.  When he landed on the ground, he had become a burly barbarian, with muscles all over his body bulging as hard as rock, and his bald head was shiny.  In an instant, he transformed from a skinny mage to a strong man with a height of two and a half meters. This body was that of the prince of barbarians, the wild destroyer Azmodan.

    "Haha, do you think I can't do anything in close combat? Let me tell you, I have no shortcomings, every one of them is my strength. Your idea of ??relying on serious injuries to kill with one strike is doomed to failwhat?  !¡±

    Nopheus exclaimed because he saw Lanslota who was burned into black coals just a moment ago.  The next moment, he was back to his original state. Even though there were still some black burn marks on his arms, they were still recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    Lancelot's shot was actually accelerating, and the longer the impact lasted.  The faster she goes, the greater the damage she causes. Her size is best suited for using speed and dexterity in guerrilla combat, but at this moment she is rushing straight towards her opponent without hesitation.

    The spear in his hand turned into a rainbow and flew towards his opponent, Nophes was surprised.  He roared wildly and punched to meet the attack. The fist and the gun intersected, and a wave of power surged up, exploding into the sky with blood mist.

    The moment Lancelot¡¯s offensive was blocked.  A flash of silver light suddenly shot out from the tip of the spear, carrying a cold current of ice and stabbing straight into Noveth's throat.  This sudden sudden attack made Nolfis unable to dodge, and his head turned slightly.  He was still caught in the throat, leaving a long blood mark, but Lanslotta's offensive had not stopped yet. She turned around and spun the spear in a wide circle. The barrel of the spear was like a whip and struck him hard on the right eye.  , and suddenly his right eye was bloody and bloody.

    "Ahhhh¡ª¡ªyou bastard!"

    Nophes roared, and the injury aroused the blood of the barbarian in the body. He then pulled out a two-handed sword, held it with one hand and started a fierce close combat with Lancelot.

    The two figures kept colliding and entangled like two long dragons. The swords, claws and shadows stirred up each other, and a thunderous explosion broke out. The scattered energy could also cause countless damage. After a while, the nearby stone pillar was cut off.  It exploded into pieces, accompanied by countless smoke and dust falling down.

    The giant sword in Nophes's hand is not ordinary. It can be split and reassembled to keep a distance and fight the enemy head-on.

    Lancelotta, on the other hand, seemed to be at ease. Even though the situation was evenly matched, compared to the barbarians who were staring at each other and shouting for fierce battle, he always looked like he was walking around in a leisurely manner. He moved a long spear vertically and horizontally, swaying it freely, and easily defused it.  The enemy's offensive was blocked, and once he started to counterattack, the silver spear, like a knife, a sword, or a whip, always forced Nophes to jump up and down, dealing with it in embarrassment.

    Faced with a shot from the front, Norphus was stimulated by the strong adrenaline in this body. He shot hard and hit his chest hard. He was stabbed through. He immediately tightened his muscles and clamped the spear.  , then raised his sword with both hands and slashed it down hard.

    If Lancelot wanted to avoid this, he would have to let go of the spear. Although he could rely on magic power to condense the spear, it was not as powerful as this precious phantom called "Silver Star Trace", so at the moment  Raising his arm high, he grasped it toward the blade while stirring the lance, turning it rapidly like a propeller.

    Nophes¡¯s sword fell quickly, splitting Lancelota¡¯s arm from her palm to her shoulder.?, almost split in two, and the blood spurted out covered his face.

    But he did not laugh triumphantly, but instead wailed in pain, because Lancelot's constant stirring of the spear amplified the injury on his chest, especially the tighter he clamped it just now, and the more injured he was when the muscles were torn apart.  Heavy, with flesh and blood flying everywhere and ribs broken.

    He really didn't expect that his opponent, who clearly looked like a sissy, would dare to attack so ruthlessly, exchanging injuries for injuries, without even a trace of hesitation. Under normal circumstances, he would exchange an arm for a tattoo on his opponent's chest.  It's a big hole, but it's quite profitable.

    "Unfortunately, you have found the wrong opponent. This method of exchanging injuries for injuries is ineffective against me!"

    Nofes laughed and changed his form. This time he changed into the appearance of Kratos, the Emperor of War. However, his transformation was a fixed memory mode, and one injury was less than the other. For example, Kratos's body still had scars.  With the scars from the last time Tangning taught him a lesson, if he turned into a barbarian prince again, he would still have the big hole in his chest injured.

    Fortunately, he has many objects to simulate, so he doesn't have to worry about running out of them for the time being. However, the melee templates have become scarce because in the last fight with Tang Ning, many templates were seriously injured and can no longer be used.  Although there are still remaining complete templates, in his opinion, they are not strong enough to reach the level of a peak powerhouse. The only one who can penetrate the Dharma Eyes is Kratos.

    With this transformation, the near-fatal injury he had just suffered naturally disappeared. Just as he was about to use this to intimidate his opponent, he discovered that Lancelot had already recovered as before. The arm that had been cut open like a watermelon was actually a little more intact at this moment.  There were no scars, and it was as white as rabbit skin.

    "This is unreasonable! Why do you recover faster than me? Even with level 9 recovery magic, it is impossible to recover such a serious injury at once, and you didn't use magic just now!"

    Nophes¡¯s transformation took less than twenty seconds, not even enough time to prepare a level 9 magic, considering the previous situation of rapid healing of all injuries.

    He instantly understood that the other party did not rely on any magic, but had a super-recoverable physique. This time he was deceived, and the situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

    He wanted to test his guess, and immediately rushed towards Lancelotta. Without saying much, he hit her head with a claw. Lancelota didn't dodge, and shot her with a backhand shot.

    Nopheus has taken over Kratos' body. Although he can't use his whole body's power like a real master and explode all the energy, even if only 80% of the energy is used, his movements are still frighteningly fast. During the sprint, his left hand suddenly changes direction, and his wrist  As soon as he turned over, he grabbed the gun god, and the five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, stabbing Lancelotta straight into the lower abdomen.

    Lancelota counterattacked with a backhand, and the two people's hands collided with each other. Nopheus was so powerful that he broke one of Lancelota's little fingers with one blow, and hit his hand with it.  With one palm, Lancelot was knocked away.

    It¡¯s just that before Lancelot was knocked away, she kicked Nanopsis in the middle of the chest. As soon as she landed, she stabbed the black man again with unparalleled aura.

    Norphus did not expect that his opponent would react so decisively and fiercely. He punched the gun blade with his backhand, and a trace of blood flowed out from the back of his hand. Then he shouted angrily: "Get away!" and punched his chest.

    Lancelot didn¡¯t give in at all, she yelled and punched back, withstanding Nopheus¡¯s punch at the cost of broken bones. The silver star marks stabbed out like lightning, pricking a bloody hole in Nopheus¡¯s body.

    Fortunately, he is now physically strong enough to be able to block the full blow of the Noble Phantasm, otherwise he would have been stabbed through again.

    After all, Nolfis was not a truly brave warrior. In such a fierce battle, he did not dare to risk his life, so he jumped back to distance himself. Then he observed carefully and found that there was a surge of magic power in his opponent's body.  It gathers at the injured location and after a period of movement, the injury will heal. Not only trauma, but also comminuted fractures can be recovered.

    This scene confirmed his guess, but Nolfis was not worried but happy: "Using magic to treat injuries seems to be the secret skill contained in your body, rather than some innate ability Hahaha, this  There is no way you can defeat me. As long as you cannot defeat me within the limited time, it is impossible to prevent the implementation of the master¡¯s plan. I will still be the final winner!¡±

    An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he quickly canceled the template of Kratos at the moment and began to simulate Lancelota's body. After the previous battle, he was basically familiar with the opponent's physical characteristics. As long as the transformation was successful, he could also  Has super resilience.

    In this way, even though it is impossible for him to use a fake to defeat the real one, Lanslotta cannot kill him either. As long as the limited time is delayed and Pramimund's plan is launched, he will be the winner.  .

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? blue silk??te stood there, as if knowing that it was too late to stop the other party from transforming, watching quietly, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.

    Then, Nopheus transformed successfully and turned into a body exactly like Lancelota.

    Then, he fell on his back, blood gushing out from his neck.

    Lancelot took off her own head, placed it on her palm and added: "I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that I am actually a headless horseman."

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