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Resurrection of the Past Chapter 406 The Final Moment

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    Perhaps Seindemokla thought that he had already won. The opponent he feared the most had already been injured and fell to the ground, and it was obviously difficult to withstand the next attack.  He felt that the power flowing in his veins was still growing. As the magic square continued to expand, the magic power of those who became the fuel also flowed into his body.  Although his body became distorted due to being eroded by the "bloodline of chaos", it was nothing compared to the power he gained.  He was intoxicated by the power that surged like a tidal wave. He looked down with pride on Dean Francois and Cote, who were swept to the ground by the previous round of bombardment. He seemed to be thinking about how to use these two methods to bring these two to the ground.  His plan adds so much trouble to the guy and makes a good deal of it.  But perhaps it is also because his body is filled with unprecedented power, and he has not yet been able to fully master this ability that is far beyond ordinary people.  Therefore, this also took away the opportunity for him to discover some kind of "existence" coming from a distance, and this only lasted for a moment.  Even Kurt, who was watching everything happening head-on, could only see a magic bullet glowing with silver-gray light coming from a distance.  In the blink of an eye, a piece as big as the mouth of a bowl was gouged out of Seindemokran's body entangled with purple-black electric light, and the smelly dead blood spattered everywhere.  Whoosh¡ª¡ª Until then, there was a faint sound from the distance, but the magic bullet with lead as the main body had already torn apart the sorcerer's flesh and blood.  Who would have thought that the other party's attack method was even slightly faster than the speed of sound, and it had already hit him in the back before he was alert.  This is undoubtedly a long-range sniper attack using the latest machine gun.  The magic bullet fired at Seindemokla was most likely a special ammunition made of lead.  That is ammunition specially developed for magicians, which can interfere with the magician's ability to move at the moment of impact - if it were not for various reasons, it would be difficult to produce in large quantities.  The status of magicians may be shaken due to this.  After a while, several circles of simple magic squares began to expand with the core of the projectile impact, weaving into silver thorns at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.  Soon, they began to try to restrain the sorcerer, and the flashing silver light was as agile as the tentacles of deep-sea animals.  "Cruise Fran?ois! You damn old guy!" Seindemokla roared with difficulty as he seemed to have a mouthful of blood in his throat, "How dare you use lead-bound bullets for calculations.  Do you still have the self-respect as a magician?" He growled.  While deploying a large amount of magic power to resist the silver thorns wrapped around his body.  Under the guidance of his will, the purple-black electric light entangled with the silver magic power, and a harsh sound erupted.  And those rough magic powers are tearing each other apart.  However, there was a problem with the operation of his magic power. The embedded lead fragments affected the flow of magic power, making him unable to operate them as he wished.  The flowing electric light was running around uncontrollably, and the power of the Mercedes-Benz caused the surrounding air to stir up twisted heat.  The magic power of living creatures flows through the body.  Relying on blood vessels to carry power everywhere, Sain Demokra's condition is obviously more serious.  His magic power is almost entirely contained in his blood, so when the blood is mixed with the power of lead, the magic power becomes even more unstable.  In fact, if you are an ordinary magician, you may have completely lost the ability to control magic power, and may even lose mobility due to the imbalance of magic power.  But the lead embedded in his body has obviously not completely destroyed his spellcasting ability. The huge power can no longer be blocked by these things alone. Even if more lead is added than usual, it will only interfere slightly.  "I never said I wanted to have a showdown with you." Dean Francois stood up supporting the rock mass beside him. He looked at the magician who was entangled in silver thorns with a half-smile and said:  "If you want to compete with magic and spell attainments, I welcome you to go to the academy to compete with me at any time during peacetime, but that will be after everything is over." After all, personal power is limited.  After Cruz Francois restrained him, the sniper who had been waiting for an opportunity found a breakthrough.  The magic power made up of so much flesh and blood is indeed huge, but it is still magic power after all.  Can be negatively affected by lead.  His face was very calm, not looking like he had a hole in his stomach. However, Kurt could clearly feel his body shaking.  That transcendent calm was probably a disguise. Even he couldn't remain unmoved when he was seriously injured.  He must get treatment as soon as possible, but the current situation does not give him a chance to do so - the magician suspended in mid-air is constantly fighting against the silver thorns that are getting tighter and tighter.  The magic power flowing out of his body roared furiously, turning everything it touched into ashes.  Space is constantly emitting uncoordinated sorrow?.  The strange magic shook the air, spreading discordant syllables to the surroundings with the dark sphere as the core.  The sorcerer's body looks like a balloon that continues to expand, filled with flashes of lightning.  The magician was indeed unable to attack them, but the chaos magic prevented Kurt from even moving half a step.  Purple-black lightning that condensed a large amount of magic power flashed in front of him from time to time. In this thunderstorm, it was obvious that he could not escape with Dean Francois.  However, the balance of victory was indeed tilting towards their side. Curt heard a large number of footsteps behind him, followed by spells aimed at Seindemokla one after another.  They drew an arc in mid-air, passed over the heads of him and Dean Francois, and hit the body suspended in the sky.  In the space filled with abnormal magic power, the expanding power is like a beacon in the darkness, which cannot be ignored even if you want to.  His existence itself was the most suitable target, and the constant shooting from a distance immediately put him under the barrage.  Not only the shots from the mechanics¡¯ guns, but also the spell arrays thrown in this direction from nearby heights, which were too exaggerated treatment for one person, hit the body wrapped in purple-black electric current one after another.  One shot may not be able to damage his essence, but dozens or even hundreds of airtight attacks like torrential rain swept in one after another. Even if he was fused with the blood of chaos, he couldn't bear it.  ¡°Perhaps he alone can carry out an attack of this level, and the rushing black lightning is more powerful than these spells.  However, this was a covering firepower that concentrated hundreds or even thousands of people. At least in total volume, it overwhelmed the blood power mixed with him.  It¡¯s as if the scene of unilateral suppression just now is happening again, but this time the character who is overwhelmed by the spell has changed.  Gradually, magicians wearing various costumes gathered in this space. At first, there were only a few dozen people, and then gradually there were hundreds, or even close to a thousand people.  They formed square formations, organized their magic power into a whole, and suppressed the abnormal magic power spreading around the black sphere.  Each square is a spell array. The magicians focus their magic power together and then guide them towards the same target.  Although this method of collective spellcasting is difficult to achieve the highest utilization efficiency, the quantity alone can compete with the piled up quantity.  "Give up, you can't win!" Cruz Francois shouted loudly to the clumsy enemy, but most of his body's strength was already pressed on Kurt, "Since failure is just  It's a matter of time. What's the point of continuing to resist like this? " This is purely relying on the violence of numbers. Groups of magicians gathered nearby and then flocked to this deliberately opened ritual room.  All he could see was the overwhelming spells coming towards Seindemokra, but he could only barely cope with it while resisting the silver thorns.  ¡°Perhaps the magic power incorporated into a large amount of blood structures in Seindemokla¡¯s body has surpassed everyone else¡¯s, but he failed to fully control them.  At the same time, since he chose to use his body as a container, he still has limits as a human being.  Although the sphere he created using a large amount of "fuel" possessed a large amount of magic power, it began to dim under the continuous suppression.  Although it can continue to maintain the supply of magic power now, it will eventually lose its power under continued consumption.  "Shut up! You common people who have the title of sorcerer for nothing!" Seindemokra roared, his voice seemed unusually distorted, "You have no idea what the true meaning of magic is. These extremely great powers are in  Your hands will only become extremely vulgar!" Having failed, this crazy spellbook must also know that he has no hope of winning - he has no cards left in his hand.  The source of power was suppressed by the magicians who arrived, and the followers had been exhausted and wanted to hinder his side. Although the leader, Cruz Francois, was injured, the follow-up forces were still coming.  But it is enough to solve the remaining problems.  For a moment, Kurt suddenly felt that the light seemed to be distorted, and there was some subtle disharmony in the surrounding environment.  This feeling is very strange, not only the visual strangeness, but also an indistinguishable whisper echoing in the ear, as if someone is whispering in the ear.  Suddenly, he discovered the source of the abnormality. The center of the black sphere seemed to be seeping with imperceptible light, and its speed was gradually increasing.  The moment he noticed the abnormality, he subconsciously took out the dirty "book" from the hands of Dean Francois who was leaning on him, and then rushed towards Seindemokla, just like he had seen before  He held the book in front of his chest like a shield.    And the next moment, he only felt that his vision was completely wrapped in white.  (To be continued)
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