Chapter 1615 Sebastian

Even the people in the judges' seats were whispering to each other, and at the same time, they looked at the wizard-level judges sitting in the seat, hoping that they could give a conclusion.

The wizard-level judges pondered for a moment and shook their heads, and everyone understood that Trom had not lost yet, and the game was still going on.

But what happened inside?

In the ring shrouded in darkness

Azaz raised his head and looked at the opposite side. With the intensity of the explosion just now, even if Trom was not seriously injured, he should have been affected.

But when Azaz looked over, he found that Trom did not have any injuries on his body. He was wrapped in a glowing white velvety deerskin.

This deerskin completely unloaded the power of the demon fire.

When the demon fire burned out, the deerskin was completely intact.

Seeing this scene, Azaz's eyes flashed with surprise: What's going on?

"I said, even if it's only one thousandth of my power, it can't be removed so easily... I see." A deep and ethereal voice came into Azaz's ears.

The speaker was the demon Sebastian hiding in the void.

"What is that?" Azaz asked.

"The fur of an ancient fantasy beast that lives in the abyss." Sebastian said.

Since it grows in the abyss and can survive from ancient times to the present, it means one thing, they naturally have the power to resist various risks in the abyss. And the most common terrifying power in the abyss is the power of the devil.

So it makes sense that this deerskin can resist the power of the devil.

"With this deerskin, it's difficult to deal with it." Azaz frowned, "The devil's fire is ineffective against him, and the strength of attaching the devil's power to the flesh is not as strong as his."

Is it possible that he can only admit defeat in this game? He was a little unwilling. As long as he won the biggest prize in the Rising Star Competition, he could make a request to the top leaders of the Sky Mechanical City, and then he could... Azaz didn't want to think about it anymore, because Sebastian could see into his thoughts.

"Dear Miloris, do you have any misunderstandings? Did I say that my demon fire is ineffective against him?" Sebastian's voice reached Azaz's ears.

The information conveyed in the voice made Azaz seem to see a demon in black clothes, laughing mockingly in the depths of darkness.

Azaz shook off the illusion in his mind: "You mean, the demon fire is effective?"

"Of course, the demon power I lent you is less than one thousandth of the usual concentration. You can now withstand one percent of my concentration. At that time, even if you have the fur of the ancient fantasy beast, you can't resist the burning of this concentration of demons."

Azaz's eyes flashed with joy: "Please give me strength."

Sebastian: "Of course I can give you strength, but my lovely Miloris, have you forgotten something?"

Azaz: "After the game, I will make a delicious tribute as soon as possible."

"It's good that you haven't forgotten, but..." Sebastian's laughter was a little cruel: "This time, I want food made by living people, such as the little fantasy deer opposite you. I really want to try what humans who have integrated the blood of ancient fantasy beasts taste like?"

At the end of the voice, a wet sound could be heard, obviously Sebastian was licking his lips with his tongue.

Azaz's face immediately darkened: "Impossible!"

"Don't refuse so early, don't you want to win the championship? After you win the championship, won't you be able to fulfill your wish?" After a strange laugh, Sebastian's voice suddenly became a little lower: "At that time, can't I be controlled by human wizards? Isn't this your wish?"

Azaz's expression was a little ugly.

"Why? Do you think it's strange that I know your wish? You have never dared to think about it, which makes me very curious about what you want to do after winning, so when you fell asleep, I quietly explored it." Sebastian laughed happily, and seemed to not care at all that Azaz wanted to let people control him.

"As long as you beat him, you can take a crucial step towards your wish. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

"You only need to make him into a delicacy...you will be one step closer to controlling me. Aren't you tempted? And it only takes once, and I will only taste the delicacy made by a living person once."

Azaz said coldly: "Do you think I will believe the devil's words?"

Sebastian: "Why not? I exchanged my last name with you...I have used the last name Miloris for thousands of years, and now I give it to you. Everyone can lie to you, but I won't lie to you."

Azaz sneered, and Sebastian could clearly feel that Azaz's heart was not loose at all.

"Your cheap mentor Tubal rejected me righteously at first, but later he fell into my arms." Sebastian: "Since you are willing to inherit the contract with me from your mentor, why don't you follow your mentor's example?"

"It was because my mentor turned to you that he fled to the South Region, and he didn't die here later."

"But Tubal never regretted it until his death." Sebastian: "You have obtained his inheritance, so you should inherit all his will."

"I will not inherit his will, and I will never sacrifice a living person to you as a delicacy." Azaz: "I would rather admit defeat."

"If you lose, you can't control me."

Azaz: "It doesn't matter, because you can't get rid of me either. Sebastian... Basil."

Basil used to be Azaz's surname, but now it has been exchanged with Sebastian's. Therefore, when Azaz read out Basil, his mood was extremely complicated.

Sebastian didn't care about Azaz's attitude, he just kept chuckling, and the laughter kept echoing in Azaz's mind.

Azaz opened his eyes, no longer paying attention to Sebastian, but looked at Trom opposite.

Although the cunning demon tricked him and did not borrow the demonic power, he still had some residual demonic power in him. Azaz plans to fight again... Trom seems to have no external injuries, but maybe he has a lot of internal consumption, which gives him an opportunity?

Thinking of this, Azaz began to take action.

The conversation he had with Sebastian on the mental level before seemed like a long time, but in reality it only lasted a second or two. Trom was hit by the black and red ball. Although he was covered by the deerskin, his thoughts had not returned to his senses. Azaz actually gained the upper hand.

A black and red ball floated in front of Trom.

When Trom saw the black and red ball, he finally came to his senses, fear flashing in his eyes. Subconsciously, he picked up the fur in his hand, wanting to avoid being attacked by the devil's fire again.

However, when the black and red ball exploded, Trom did not feel the impact. Instead, he smelled a familiar pungent smell.

"Stink bomb?!"

What Azaz used this time was still the stink bomb, a rare attack trick in the early stage of the food system. However, in order to prevent the stink bomb from being destroyed in the first place, Azaz mixed a black and red spice that Trom thought was the previous demonic power.

Sure enough, in his haste, Azaz had no doubt at all. Not only did he not attack the stink bomb, he immediately took out the deerskin to cover it up.

But deerskin is highly resistant to energy, but the odor it spreads cannot be resisted.

Trom screamed in his heart that it was terrible. As the scent of the stink bomb spread, he felt that his eyes were dim.

Once you don't use defensive skills and fully withstand the effects of the stink bomb, you can completely lose all sensory experience and lose self-control.

Trom was in this state of control at this time.

At this time, if the opponent releases the black and red ball again, he will definitely be finished.

Trom waited anxiously for the outcome of failure.

But when he opened his eyes from the ecstasy whirlpool created by the stink bomb, he found that he was not too seriously injured. It was just that the ice that had previously frozen the injury on his chest had been broken open, and there was some dull pain. However, other places There is no harm at all.

On the contrary, it was Azaz, whose hands were filled with frosty white air, and even the remaining demonic power could not be driven away.

Apparently, Azaz took advantage of Trom's loss of control and attacked Trom's chest. As a result, Trom was not seriously injured, but he himself was counterattacked by the frosty breath.

Without the subsequent supply of demonic power, Azaz would be completely unable to break through the layer of frost on Trom's body.

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"It seems that my stupid disciple is going to win. It's really boring. It would be nice to lose." A sharp voice came from Xue Ya's mouth.

Greya glanced at Queenie. She was not joking at all. She was really eager, eager and even extremely expected that Trom would lose the game.

Greya couldn't help but look at Trom on the ring, feeling sad that he had such a mentor.

"However, it doesn't matter if I win. I am very happy when I think that he cannot fulfill his three-year agreement." Queenie seemed to have thought of something, and returned to happiness from the loss.

"What three-year agreement?" Although Greya knew that it must be another agreement to trick Trom, she still couldn't help but inquire.

Queenie turned her head and looked at Angel who was meditating: "Actually, Trom admires Angel very much."

Angel came back to his senses and looked at Queenie.

"I admire you so much that I want to defeat you." Queenie: "Of course I support him, so I made a three-year agreement with him. As long as he defeats you within three years, I will fight for him to enter the "Moon" Chapter" opportunity. If he does not complete this goal within three years, he will receive a small penalty. "

Although Queenie didn't say what the specific punishment was, when she thought about Queenie's material, she knew it was definitely not a "little" punishment.

"He agreed?" Greya didn't believe it: "He wants to dress up Angel within three years, but the prerequisite is to be promoted to an official wizard. I don't see any sign of promotion on his body, how could he agree?"

Even if you really decide to advance, it will definitely require a long preparation period. Even if you are very lucky and successfully advance, there will still be a period of stability. It is basically impossible to defeat Angel within three years.

Would Trom be stupid enough to agree to such an impossible agreement?

"He agreed." Queenie's words made Greia suspect that she had heard wrongly. Even the person being challenged, Angel, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"However, I didn't tell him at the time that Angel had become an official wizard. As you know, information from the abyss is transmitted very slowly."

Greya: "..." As expected.

Among the people she knew, Queenie was the only one who cheated her disciples so blatantly.

"Now that the outcome of today's game has been decided, I'm leaving. I don't want to see Trom looking so triumphant after winning." Snow Crow flew high into the sky, turned around, and looked at Angel: "Ange Well, I look forward to meeting you next time.”

"Don't forget, Frost Moon's rewards, the Flower of Frost and the Seal of the Moon, will open the door for you at any time. I'm in the Frost Moon Alliance, waiting for you to come."

After saying that, Snow Crow circled up and flew away from the ring.