Chapter 115 Blasphemy

"Go to hell, monster!" Dick charged up with his tomahawk raised high, roaring, and chopped off the hippogriff's head with all his might. What surprised him was that the dead hippogriff quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of blood on the ground.

"Where did the monster's body go?" Dick looked around, puzzled.

"They are all creatures with magic power manifested. After death, they automatically disintegrate into disordered magic power and return to the embrace of the magic net again, so no corpses will be left behind." Joan explained in a timely manner.

"What a pity, I thought I'd be able to eat hippogriff tonight." Dick smacked his lips with feigned ease.

Joan smiled, and was about to further explain the characteristics of the summoned creature, when a high-pitched horn suddenly sounded behind him. Looking back, it turned out that it was Elder Bassong who finally released the "flame strike" to destroy a section of repelling horses while Weiss was restrained by the hippogriff, allowing the blocked duck-billed dragoons to break through the line of defense, and then charged towards the guards stationed at the entrance of the town. The militia positions launched a ferocious charge.

Joan could see that the defense line of the Delin Town militia, which had lost the barrier against horses, had become very fragile. Shields and spears alone might not be able to stop the hordes of dinosaurs from colliding, so they rushed towards the front of the position and quickly passed through The militiamen with guns who were waiting in line came to the side of the militia with shields at the forefront. While running, Joan also took out a small piece of ham skin from the spell-casting material bag and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"Hey! Mr. Mage, this is not the place you should come to. The enemy cavalry is about to charge up. We don't have the strength to protect you. Go back!" The frontline militia captain waved at Joan and scolded.

Joan didn't have time to pay attention to the captain of the militia. He was chanting spells against time, and the spell-casting gestures he made were a little jerky. Fortunately, there were no serious mistakes that would cause the spell to fail. He finally completed the spell-casting process before the lizardman cavalry rushed into the position. The ham rind that he was holding tightly melted into a small ball of sticky and creamy fat.

"Púréa!"

Joan chanted the last activation spell, and the oil in his palm disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, a large pool of dark and sticky oil suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, just in time to separate the lizard man cavalry and the militia position that rushed over from the opposite side.

Joan's painstaking efforts yesterday were not in vain. As he expected, the "greasy technique" played an inestimable tactical value at this critical moment that determined the survival of Delin Town. The group of lizardmen on the opposite side and the hadrosaurs they were riding never dreamed that a large puddle of grease would suddenly emerge from their feet, and they stepped on it during the wild run, slipping and falling to the ground one after another. Once the bulky hadrosaur fell down, it was difficult to get up quickly. It was like a bowling ball sliding involuntarily on a smooth fairway, pushing and colliding with each other, knocking down those companions who had managed to stabilize their center of gravity, and struggling in the mud. Tumbling, the scene was chaotic.

The lizardmen cavalry on the dragon's back also fell down, quickly used their spears as crutches to support them, and tried to get out of this greasy trap as soon as possible with staggering steps.

Joan was very satisfied with the effect of the "greasy spell", so he silently extracted the "mythical power" in his body to replace the exhausted spell slots, and released two "greasy spells" in succession, filling all the open space in front of the position with greasy grease, The lizardman had no way to detour, and had to trudge through the grease-covered battlefield step by step.

Seeing the strange scene in front of them, the militiamen on the ground came back to their senses after a short shock, realizing that a good opportunity to beat the dog in the water was at hand, and took up their bows and crossbows to snipe at the enemies trapped in the greasy technique. As the wind whizzed past, half of the lizardman cavalry screamed and fell down, blood overflowing the grease, black and red mixed extremely dazzling.

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"Trash! It's all trash!"

The offensive was frustrated one after another, Cottard couldn't hold back his anger and cursed his incompetent subordinates repeatedly, and decided to personally take action to end this embarrassing farce. Immediately flapped the wings of the devil to fly away from the snake lizard mount, vacated the area covered with grease, and flew straight to the position where Joan, Weiss and others were.

Joan's spell slots had been exhausted, so he had to draw the "power of myth" again, planning to launch a magic missile at Cottard who was approaching in the air. However, he knew in his heart that the magic missile would at most cause a slight injury to the powerful lizardman lord, and it would be his turn to suffer fierce revenge from the other party.

At the juncture of life and death, the fear felt like a corporeal beast gnawing at what little courage the young mage had left, and he had no deity to turn to to bless him. For a moment, Joan almost turned around and ran away. However, reason told him that no matter how long he had two legs, he couldn't get rid of the flying demon, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​running away, bit his lips and forced himself to focus on the spell-casting ceremony, even if he was doomed to die, at least he had to complete this before he died. The last spell, fell on the battlefield with dignity.

"Vala!" Joan raised his finger, and the purple ball of light roared and shot at Kotal.

"Son of the Devil" grinned grinningly, and suddenly folded his pitch-black membrane wings to block the front, like a barrier to stop magic missiles—as long as a spell of this level doesn't hit a vital point, it's no different from scratching an itch for him. However, Cottard soon realized that the magic missile was not the only threat. His attention was attracted by the radiant missile in front of him, so that he ignored the more ferocious attack from behind - just as he At the same time as he blocked the magic missile, a hammer flew across the sky and hit him hard on the back.

The lizardman lord fell from the sky as if struck by lightning, smashing down a horse. Flint Anvil raised his hand to recall the flyweights, and led the militia to surround Cottard. Before the demon got up, the militiamen who were eager to make merit rushed to swing their spears and stabbed it fiercely.

The sharp spear tip pierced Cottard's black and red mottled skin, as if piercing thick leather, making a dull sound. The evil magic power from the bottomless abyss has mutated the body of the lizardman lord. It is difficult for ordinary weapons to pierce his skin, let alone cause fatal damage to him.

"Stupid and inferior creatures, die to me!"

Roaring, Cottard rose to his feet, and the spears that were on him snapped apart. Before the surrounding militiamen had time to recover from their shock, they were overwhelmed by the countless scarlet runes sprayed out of his mouth, their vitality was cut off in an instant, and they fell to the ground and died one after another.

The fallen corpses piled up in a circle around Cottard, and Flint was the only one nearby who resisted the instant-killing curse of "blasphemy". However, the effect of "blasphemy" is not limited to instant death. The evil magic power invaded the old dwarf's body, as if his physical strength was drained instantly. Flint was so weak that he couldn't even hold the war hammer, and a strong sense of dizziness hit him. Feel dizzy and dizzy, eyes black.

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