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Resurrection of the Past Chapter 403 Legacy

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    The magic bullets fired by Seindemokla exuded a fishy smell, and these projectiles entangled with purple-black light seemed to be composed of thick blood.  The moment they hit the ground, they were intercepted by the strong wind that hit the place, and the magic square array condensed inside fell apart in the blink of an eye.  A red radiance exploded in mid-air, and the spreading red impact opened several holes in the remaining broken walls of the surrounding buildings.  After a while, the scattered bloody dust gradually dispersed, and an old man holding a book appeared in the gradually spreading blue magic power.  In front of Seindemokla's eyes, he was surrounded by a large amount of air magic, which seemed to form heraldic wings.  Right in front of Curt's eyes, Cruz Francois, the sorcerer with the name of "Wind of the Twelve Directions", was suspended in mid-air, and the magic power spreading out made the surrounding air active.  It has to be said that the ability of this sorcerer is worthy of his title. The moment he appeared, the magic power that was originally in chaos began to escape the opponent's control little by little under the guidance of the wind.  "You came so slowly, Dean Francois." Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Seeing that this guy's ceremony has been completed for more than half and you didn't show up, I thought you didn't see the situation.  Miao needs to grease the soles of his feet - if that happens, no matter how many lives I have, I will end up being beaten to death by him. " Curt already knows that it is unwise to enter a war of attrition with the opponent.  Although the opponent seems to be only one person, he has the power of dozens or even hundreds of people combined.  At that time, Kurt was almost fighting Seindemokla alone, and as time slowly passed, his disadvantage became more and more obvious.  In the earlier battle, Hermia and Carlota had already consumed most of their energy, and Liqi was almost knocked out of color by the blast.  The magicians on the periphery are a little reluctant to deal with the monsters created by Seindemokla. If they are allowed to rush to the center of the ritual, the best result may be that their bodies are destroyed by magic power and cannot be used as a Rubik's Cube.  The "fuel" of the array is only used.  Even if Curt's body can return to the way it was before it was destroyed, the magic power and physical strength consumed in a short period of time will not be replenished immediately.  However, the other party is different.  The sequence of ancient words surrounding the entire space has formed a cycle of magic power, and its number far exceeds the sum of the several people present.  The power of up to hundreds of people's lives is flowing in the magic square operated by Seindemokela. The magic square formed by consuming hundreds of people's lives will continuously replenish the power he consumes, and the magic square that invaded here before  The remnants of the Eye of True Sight have also become fuel for the spell structure.  "Irrational bravery cannot be called courage. Instead, it is just the worst kind of reckless behavior - the enemy will not suffer any losses because of my recklessness, but will be able to set more traps to deal with us." Dean Francois  Smiling softly, he countered Kurt's teasing seemingly indifferently.  While he was saying these words, his battle continued, and the turning storm destroyed the magic bullets that attempted to attack him one after another.  The storm brought a chill.  The violent magic power raging in the space tended to melt under the slight cold touch, and was then swept into the cold wind.  There is no doubt - they, these magic powers with the concept of "air" are obeying the guidance of Dean Francois and fighting his enemies.  Blood red and blue, the magic powers of the two colors are constantly tearing apart each other, gradually forming two magic square structures with completely different styles.  Letting his magic power fight against the spell ritual arranged by the opponent in advance, Cruz Fran?ois said loudly: "You should probably be captured without a fight, right? I don't know if your name is real, Seindemokla. Maybe you think  Your own strength can overwhelm me - but I must tell you that the defense forces stationed in the capital are coming, and what you have to face next is the army of regular magicians. "The remnants of the Eye of True Sight may have more power than ordinary magicians.  Warlocks have greater combat effectiveness.  They devoted all their talents to the study of combat and refined more efficient killing methods.  Those thugs have a chance to become good warriors because their individual fighting abilities are quite good.  And if you compare them with the regular army, it is meaningless - thugs who fight alone without discipline can never be compared with modern trained soldiers.  Not only their numbers and ability to coordinate operations, but also the equipment they hold cannot be compared with that of the military.  "Hmph, I have long expected that stupid people will only stand in the way of great changes, but these miscellaneous fish will eventually be eliminated by me." There was a cold light in his pupils, as if they were sharp swords, "  There is nothing you can do, neither you nor them." How arrogant can one be.  Only then can we dare to unite closely with each other.What about the head-on confrontation with hundreds of people?  This has nothing to do with the level of strength. Even the most powerful magician may not be able to attack hundreds of unarmed farmers easily.  What¡¯s more, there are a lot of magicians on the opposite side, and their combat experience far exceeds that of this person who uses the ¡°bloodline of chaos¡± to give himself weird powers.  If they want.  A few minutes of concentrated fire is enough to level a medium-sized town.  However, Seindemokla may have felt that he was invincible. The darkness pouring into his body gave him this illusion.  His body was also constantly mutating, and the twisted purple-black lightning made his body seem to expand several times compared to its original size.  The filthy magic power, together with the black blood and mud, flowed into the trajectory prepared by Sain Demokra, and seeped into the atmosphere after a cycle.  Within a few breaths, the dazzling light had already occupied most of the sky.  The blood-colored clouds pressing down like mountains were suffocating.  In an instant, dozens to hundreds of lightning bolts shot out from his body in all directions. Most of them hit Dean Francois at the front, but a large number of them still passed him.  The raging wind swept towards Kurt and others who were still on the ground.  "Hmph - you guys get out of here quickly!" Realizing that the black lightning was scattering in all directions through his own strong wind, Dean Francois immediately warned the people behind him and adjusted his magic power to divert the enemy's attack.  But this warning seemed to be a little late, as several rays of lightning passed by Curt with a slight difference.  The opponent obviously doesn¡¯t care about the stability and hit rate of his attack at all, he is just frantically swaying the huge amount of magic power.  The scattered residual light was like a thunderstorm. Just the flesh and blood of hundreds of people had almost natural disaster level destructive power, constantly destroying the platform that could be established.  In this chaotic bombing, dodging at will will put yourself in danger, and if you choose to resign yourself to fate, it will be like asking for death.  If Dean Francois hadn't separated a part of the magic power to form a wind wall to block the oncoming purple-black lightning, the three of them would have been crushed by the condensed magic power.  "Are you still in the mood to care about other people?" Just blocking the overwhelming lightning was already a lot of trouble for Cruz Francois, and dedicating part of his magic power to protect Kurt and the others made him even more distracted.  After blocking a piece of lightning that shot directly at his chest, the magician on the opposite side actually took advantage of the flash of light and rushed in front of him.  The magic power of life has frightening lethality in the operation of this sorcerer. Just the ancient texts surrounding it reveal frightening power.  He broke through the protective wall set up by Dean Fran?ois and swept aside the surrounding strong wind with several scattered strands of magic power.  Crack¡ª¡ªcrack!  In an instant, electric sparks flew everywhere, and a thick bloody lightning shot out of Seindemokla's hand and shot towards Dean Francois's head.  The roaring magic power was wrapped in the blood-red light, making a harsh buzzing sound and rushing forward in one breath.  When it came to the close range launch, Cruz-Francois, who was standing in for the defense of everyone behind him, had almost no way to avoid it and could only watch the attack being fired at him.  However, Seindemokela suddenly discovered that the sorcerer opposite did not appear nervous at all, but calmly threw the book in his hand forward.  ¡°Boom¡ª¡ª¡± In a matter of seconds, the bloody lightning hit the book thrown by Dean Francois in a moment, and a dazzling red light burst out.  However, amidst this burst of explosions, a colorless light burst out, erasing all the surrounding bloody residual light from the space.  The magic flow was swallowed up by the colorless, but the book that was hit remained motionless. It looked like the book had produced some incredible power and sucked the attack in.  In just a few breaths, the lightning that attacked Francois was completely swallowed up, and there was no longer any remaining magic power around him.  ¡°What¡± Even for Seindemokla, what happened in front of him might be an unexpected situation, and Curt even found that his expression was almost frozen.  This was probably the first time that an expression similar to that of a human appeared on the sorcerer's face, even though it was only for a short moment.  "You should also know that countermeasures are often considered when making magic tools." Taking the closed book in his hand, Dean Francois said: "Since the 'core' of this ritual is from  The ancestral heritage stolen from Carteris College, of course, the college has countermeasures. I think you should have considered it before preparing to take action, right?" He stared proudly at the enemy whose surprised look had not dissipated, and the blue surroundings  The magic power has collided head-on with the spell on the opposite side,??is trying to tear it apart.  (To be continued.)?¡­
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