Chapter 521 Enemies Meet

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"I guess I didn't expect that someone would dare to attack the camp, right? After all, they have two holy magisters in charge, and a large number of golden warriors and high-level magicians. No one would dare to touch their edge lightly." The man in black dismissed them disdainfully. Curling his lips, he sneered softly.

"It's always better to be careful." The black-robed man glanced at his own people who had just stepped out of the tent, and finally felt a little more at ease in his heart.

"Don't worry, so what if they are discovered? They are only two holy magisters, but we are three holy-level powerhouses, and one of them is..." The man in black looked at the tent without blinking and sneered road.

"Something's wrong!" Just as a vigilante was killed, the black-robed man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, his voice was as piercing as metal rubbing against each other.

"What's wrong?" The man in black looked at the man in black suspiciously.

"No soul." The man in black robe only said four words, but these words were enough for the other two.

There are only two possibilities for a person to die without a soul. One is that the person is already dead, and they see that what is still active is just a puppet. This can only be done by necromancers. There will be necromancers, otherwise they wouldn't have to work so hard.

The other is that what they see is an illusion, and there are no dead people at all. If this is the case, then they are very likely to be in the phantom array. The phantom array that can deceive three saint-level powerhouses at the same time is definitely not simple, and it should be at the phantom level.

The two hurriedly released their mental power, only to find that it seemed as if their mental power had entered a quagmire, making it difficult to move an inch. Especially the man in black. It is true that he is a saint-level powerhouse, but he is just a holy warrior. Mental power is not his strong point at all. If the spiritual power is detected within a radius of less than ten meters, he can no longer go deep.

The reason why I didn't realize until now that my group had fallen into an illusion was mainly because there were two holy magisters with powerful spiritual power in the camp of the Carlo Royal Academy. Holy magisters are very sensitive to fluctuations in mental power. If they use mental power rashly, they may not be able to achieve the effect of a sneak attack.

But now that they are already in the illusion, they naturally have no scruples. The other party must have discovered them long ago. Even if they didn't find out in advance, when they stepped into the illusion and triggered the illusion, they would let the lineup know, which means everyone knew.

Since the sneak attack failed, it could only be turned into a strong attack. The people who were put in to sneak attack before might be caught even if they didn't die. What they see now is just the illusion brought to them by the illusion.

"Deli Laika, an old friend is here, don't you come out to meet? Is this your way of hospitality?" The man in black's eyes changed,

The body soared into the air and shouted loudly.

There was silence all around, and the men who were still assassinating everywhere suddenly disappeared, leaving only the empty tent, and the only response to him was the occasional crackling sound of the blazing bonfire.

"Aren't you going to show up? You don't think that the little phantom array can easily trap me, do you? If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being rude!" The man in black was surrounded by purple grudges, obviously Is a Holy Warrior.

There is a difference between the upgraded phantom and the real phantom. The phantom needs to use various auxiliary materials to be placed according to certain rules to form the phantom. As long as the materials are exhausted, or the eyes of the formation are destroyed, the phantom formation will fail.

The holy warrior in black obviously wanted to forcibly consume the materials of the phantom formation by force. It would be even better if he was lucky enough to destroy the eye of the formation.

"Huh!" The holy soldier in black snorted coldly. Delileka's non-response obviously angered him. His hands and fingers were slightly bent, palms facing the ground, and purple light balls poured down towards the ground as if they didn't want money.

The purple light ball hit the ground with a deafening roar, and the ground was instantly dusty, and a large number of camps were bombarded into pieces.

To everyone's surprise, the tents were all torn apart, but no body was found, and even the people who had been sent into the tents to sneak attack had disappeared.

In fact, the people of the Carlo Royal Academy did not hide. At this moment, Delileka and Yang Bing were leading the crowd to stand on the ground and watch the black-clothed jihadists go berserk in the sky.

It turned out that under the influence of the illusion, the holy warrior in black in the sky was standing upside down in the sky at this moment, pouring attacks on the sky. Those purple light balls were thrown into the air and exploded in the air, naturally they would not cause any harm to the people on the ground.

If the black-clothed holy warrior used his skills while standing on the ground, it would be almost impossible for the Miyoshi to do this. The gap in strength between them was too great, and it was not easy for him to confuse the audience and create hallucinations.

But the black-clothed holy warrior is different after ascending to the sky. Without the support of the earth, the direction of the person in the air is blurred, not to mention the visual effects he sees have a great impact on him.

"Come back!" There was a call from the ground like the sound of metal rubbing, and it was the man in black who seldom spoke.

The holy warrior in black seemed to be unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it. This attack of his own didn't bring any desired effect. Presumably, even if he did it again, there wouldn't be much change.

And when that person called him, he didn't dare not listen. Don't look at him giving orders in the team, in fact, the real behind-the-scenes is the man in black who doesn't talk much.

"This phantom formation seems to be more difficult than imagined, but I believe that as long as I am given enough time, I will be able to break it." The black-clothed holy warrior said unwillingly.

"No need, they'll show up right away." The hoarse and unpleasant voice stimulated the eardrums of the black-clothed holy warrior, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, as soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, the black-clothed saint warrior felt a fluctuation in the space in front of him, and then all the teachers and students of the Carlo Royal Academy appeared in the open space he just attacked.

The reason why it is an open space is because the camp tents have been put away, leaving only the wooden stakes inserted into the ground to fix them.

Obviously, his attack in the phantom array just now had no effect on the land in front of him at all, and the people of Carlo Royal Academy still had plenty of time to collect the tents.

The jihad warriors in black had a feeling that the people of Carlo Royal Academy seemed to have known that they would come. It's not a good feeling when a confident hunter suddenly becomes prey.

In fact, Li Zhenbang wanted to disarm the magic array a long time ago. If he insisted on it for a second, it would be a waste of countless gold coins, and the spirit power of the witch had already been consumed a lot.

But when everyone was about to get ready, it was time for the holy fighters in black to take off and prepare to attack. At this time, if the phantom array is lifted, everyone will suffer. Everyone was idle anyway, taking advantage of the gap between the attacks of the black-clothed holy warriors, they packed up all the tents.

"Deli Leka, you are finally willing to come out, do you still remember me?" The black-clothed jihadist gritted his teeth and looked at De Li Laika.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to remember unknown pawns yet." Delileka glanced at the black-clothed holy warrior with a very disdainful tone.

"You...huh! Back then I was just a golden warrior, so you should not remember it. But from today on, I will be your eternal nightmare." The black-clothed holy warrior took off his hat , revealing a horrible head full of burn marks, without a single hair on the head.

In fact, this kind of injury, as a saint-level powerhouse, can still rely on its own recovery ability to recover, but it needs to go through a lot of pain. It is necessary to cut off the skin and flesh on the entire head, and then rely on the body's powerful recovery ability to restore it to its original state.

Of course, as long as he has money, he can also recover through acquired treatment. Light magic can completely heal him, but it requires high-level healing magic.

"Deli Laika, the reason why I haven't restored my original appearance is to always be alert to myself. When will I kill you, when will I choose to restore my original appearance! Now that the opportunity comes, I will not let you go!" The holy warrior in black panted heavily, looking at Delileka with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It's really nonsense. After talking about it for a long time, you still haven't said who you are?" Deli Leka picked out her ears, looking impatient.

The black-clothed jihadist's breath stagnated, and he said viciously: "Deli Laika, remember it for me, my name is Cromwell!"

"Cromwell?" Deli Leka silently said it several times, feeling that the name seemed familiar.

Suddenly, Delileka's eyes lit up, his brows frowned, staring at the black-clothed holy warrior, he said in disbelief, "You didn't die? And you even broke through the barrier of the golden warrior."

"You finally remembered me. The injury on my head is all thanks to you. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you die so happily!" Cromwell looked at Deli Leka with a sneer.

Cromwell's body trembled slightly due to excitement, staring at Deli Leka as if he was staring at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as if he had already grasped De Li Leka in his palm.

"Shameless robbers, bullying men and women, murdering and stealing, and doing all kinds of evil. I didn't expect that I didn't burn you to death, but let you escape with your life. It seems that your nature has not changed. I am afraid that you have added a lot of dead souls?" Deli Laika clenched her fists tightly, and the aura of a saint-level powerhouse came out faintly.

Seeing Delileka's appearance and hearing what he said, Li Zhenbang understood that this Cromwell might not be a good person, and there must be an unforgettable story between him and his teacher.

"Teacher, do you know his origin?" Li Zhenbang didn't bother Deli Laika, but asked Yang Bing's sleeve lightly.