One Hundred and Forty Three Masks
A pale and slender hand pressed against the gate of Alan Hill Castle, wearing a silver robe with a huge magic circle pattern drawn on it, with a strange mask on his face, seemed to have exhausted all his strength, Just pushed open the heavy door.
"Bah!" Inside the gate, a guard soldier shot the masked terrifying magician in the face, but the bullet was thrown out by the magic circle on the mask and landed not far away. on the ground.
"Get out of the way!" A hoarse and despairing voice seemed to come from the man's chest and echoed throughout the castle hall. The man swung a wind blade with his backhand and hit the body of the guard.
The sharp invisible blade cut open the stomach of the Alan Hill Guardsman, cut him in half, his intestines and internal organs rolled out instantly, fell to the ground and rolled out a long way.
The magician with the heavy mask didn't even glance at the two corpses on the ground, and then walked up to the stairs in the hall. Above his head is a huge chandelier, dotted with countless electric lights, looking extremely luxurious.
Suddenly, at the corner of the stairs, the mage stopped his footsteps, his pale and sickly slender hand pressed on the cold marble handrail of the stairs, and his whole body was slightly bent.
"Ah..." The magician's breathing became painful and rapid, as if his body was suffering great pain. Because of this painful torture, the body shrouded in the magic robe began to twist, and all the muscles tensed, fighting against the terrible pain.
"Huhu...huhu..." As if the drowning man finally stuck his mouth out of the water, the eccentric mage wearing a mask breathed reluctantly, and the skin on his hands began to crack.
On the back of the hand, which already looked very sick, a blue liquid like lava boiled in the crevices, scorching the snow-white skin, and then in the next second, these wounds healed miraculously, and then cracked again. Come on.
"This...really...a...painful...journey..." The masked magician barely recovered after standing there for almost half a minute. He murmured this sigh in a hoarse voice, and then slowly walked up the stairs.
As if carrying a heavy load, this weak-looking magician walked up the stairs step by step, and then stood at the end of the promenade. In the corridor, there were a group of STG-44 assaulters. Guards soldier with rifle.
"Huh..." let out a long sigh, the masked magician seemed to be struggling with what method to use to walk through this seemingly difficult corridor. In the end, the magician was still Taking a step forward, a golden magic circle filled his body.
These magic circles stood in front of the magician like shields, and then became huge in front of countless flying bullets, extending into the surrounding walls. Dense bullets hit the magic circle, distorting the inscription on it.
However, as if embedded in the air, the bullets hovered within the magic circle. As the magic circle gradually faded away, another brand-new magic circle was formed behind the magic circle. The styles are all the same.
"Let... open..." Under the heavy mask, the hoarse voice that could not tell the gender sounded again, suppressing the sound of all weapons firing: "You ants... it's just... suicide. road……"
Unfortunately, no one stopped, some soldiers poured out fire, while others began to change their magazines. They cooperated tacitly, maintained the continuity of firepower, and did not give the opponent any chance to counterattack at all.
The dense number of bullets hit the defensive magic circle, making the magic begin to dim. In front of the masked magician, the third defensive magic circle formed quietly without the slightest delay.
"I'm sorry, I don't have time to waste!" The yin and yang voice sounded again, and then under the silver magic robe, the pale palm was stretched out again, and a cold mist was on the hand. The palms condensed, and the temperature of the entire corridor began to drop.
The next second, from between the palms filled with cold air, countless ice cones began to spew out, flying towards the Alan Hill royal guards who kept firing.
Ice picks like bows and arrows penetrated the bodies of the guards, knocking them down one by one. After only a few seconds, there was no sound of STG-44 assault rifles firing, nor the screams of soldiers in the entire corridor.
"Ah...ah!" It seemed that the unbearable pain appeared again. After defeating everyone, the masked magician screamed again. It sounded as if someone was cutting the magician's flesh with a knife.
"I hate it here! I hate it here! Ah...!" The pale hand rested on the wall that had been shattered by the magic circle, and the tragic voice echoed throughout the corridor. The terrifying sound of the mage screaming alone was so strange in the corridor full of corpses.
On the other side of the corridor, Chris opened the door with a pale face. Across the dense corpses lying on the ground, he looked at the magician with a mask on the other end who kept screaming, with a wonderful expression on his face. .
The opponent's strength made Alan Hill's air force unable to do anything, and even one person could kill hundreds of guards and enter the castle. But now the magician was standing there screaming, as if he was beating him...
Finally, the excruciating pain was curbed, the screams finally stopped, and the magician breathed a few times against the wall before barely standing still.
Immediately afterwards, the hoarse voice spoke again, with a hint of curiosity, as if looking at a brand new creature: "You really are different! I can see the light in you...the intoxicating light !"
Chris frowned suspiciously, listening to the other party's strange voice - no one had ever told him that he could still shine, and the other party came to him in such a way that the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, did he just want to tell him "You will "Glow" thing?
The magician seemed very weak, and his voice was trembling: "I can't survive here, the air here makes me unable to breathe, and the energy in my body is about to devour my fragile body..."
"For me, this place is like hell. But seeing you here, I think the hardships along the way seem to be worth it." Behind the mask, the voice suppressed the pain and said slowly.
"Ah! Damn it!" The last grumpy moan even changed its tone because of the pain, and the air around the magician became restless. The palm that was exposed seemed to be about to explode, and the skin on it was squeezed into shape by the surging energy inside.
"To kill you, all of this is worth it... Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The other party seemed to be talking to himself and seemed to be answering Chris's words. In extreme pain, this The masked mage was jealous and excited about the success he was about to achieve.
It seems that he is really going to die here today. The other party can find this room all the way, and he said that there is light on him, that is, there is a special tracking method, even if he hides, he can't escape. Thinking of this, Chris opened his mouth and asked the magician unwillingly, "Are you here to kill me?"
"Yes! Of course I'm here to kill you... Your existence... is a sin that threatens this world... It must be wiped out..." In front of Chris, the magician stretched out his arm and placed it on the palm of his hand. The magic circle began to become clear.
As the magic circle gradually became clear, some anxious arcs began to appear around the circular magic circle. It seemed that the other party wanted to use a very fast lightning-type magic to end Chris, the transmigrator.
"Farewell, mortal!" As the magic circle became clearer, the voice behind the mask sounded again, with a hint of pride. A flash spewed out of his magic circle and hit Chris directly.
In an instant, a golden light appeared beside Chris, and a circle of golden magic circles swirling with a spell shrouded in front of him. The deadly lightning struck the defensive magic circle, bursting out a dazzling light.
"Damn..." Looking at the magic circle rising from Chris' body, the masked magician took a step back. Then he raised his other arm, and a huge magic circle was raised on both hands.
"Boom!" Two huge fireballs flew out of the magic circle, steamed the surrounding air, and smashed into the magic circle in front of Chris. However, after being hit by the fireball technique, the defensive magic circle in front of Chris did not show any tendency to weaken, but instead emitted a more powerful light.
Immediately following, a hand stuck out from behind Chris, and a dazzling light burst out from the palm of the hand. A powerful lightning rushed out like a snake, crossed the magic circle in front of Chris, and hit the opponent. .
A piece of exploding ashes dissipated, and the masked magician who attacked Chris staggered back a few steps. Chris finally got used to the gigantic magic battle, and turned his face to look behind him.
There, a robe magician also wearing a mask, just retracted his slender palm.