The black cloak turned into a heavy and blunt war blade, and countless golden fragments protected his body tightly. Unlike the other seven sages who were pretentious in reporting their names, the strongest of the seven sages named Mahat launched an attack from the beginning. The golden fragments turned into a flowing torrent, and the extremely fast speed and the appearance that reflected the sunlight made Lu Ke just a little bit away from being killed by this huge torrent. Boom! Boom! Boom! The golden torrent was like a long snake, swinging its flexible body to bombard Lu Ke. Every time it was avoided by Teng Teng and Teng, it accelerated like an angry man, digging big holes in the ground. After hundreds of attacks failed to achieve results, the originally gathered golden torrent dispersed, and countless golden fragments turned into dangerous hidden weapons flying in the air at a very fast speed. The staff in Lu Ke's hand was covered with a layer of magical light, and he used it as a stick. Facing the incoming golden fragments, he did not dodge or evade, and danced the stick in his hand. Crack—— The hard staff strengthened by magic was swung in the air, making a whistling sound. Lu Ke exerted all his strength, and the staff and the golden fragments collided in the air, sparks flying everywhere. The sound of gold and stone hitting each other continued. Under Mahat's control, the flying golden fragments either condensed into larger clumps or directly tried to stick to Lu Ke's body.
The attack from all directions could not be stopped. Soon, Lu Ke's body was cut with many cuts, while Mahat's body had not moved a step. Completely different from the other seven collapse sages who relied on their own unique mechanism magic, Mahat's power could be seen by just looking at his control of magic and physical strength. Strictly speaking, the golden fragments were not gold, but some unknown inert substance that would never deform, never decay, and always remain constant. It was just because of its appearance that it was misunderstood by people. Mahat was not fighting seriously now. His magic of turning everything into gold could act directly on the human body without any restrictions. This is why hundreds of years ago, Fulilian's arm turned into gold just by looking at him, and it took a full hundred years to recover. He is worthy of being the strongest of the Seven Collapse Sages! Luke's eyes were stern, and the magic power in his body burst out. The powerful magic torrent dispersed the attack of the golden fragments, which also made Mahat look sideways. "This magic power is stronger than many big demons. You must be a very famous magician in the human world." Mahat spoke calmly, without any ups and downs in his voice, as if there was nothing in the world worth his attention. "There is a title of the father of modern magic, but it is just the Magic Association that honors me." Luke stared at Mahat tightly, not daring to relax at all. "Why are you asking these questions?" "Before I turn you into a statue, I want to get more information to savor." Mahat looked at the statue of monk Abu, "It's a bit boring to be trapped in the Demon King's City all the time. I feel that the days have become very slow if I can't kill people to pass the time." That's why he moved this statue to his own territory to appreciate it. Although it's also boring, compared with other scenes that have not changed for hundreds of years, this sculpture from more than 40 years ago is relatively "new". "In this case, why don't you go out?" "The Demon King doesn't allow us to leave the city." "Will you listen to him?" Mahat retracted his gaze from the statue: "If I were outside, I probably wouldn't listen, but the Demon King is right in front of me, and I will die if I don't listen."
The demons still have the instinct to survive, although it is very meager, and Mahat is even more indifferent, but there is still a little bit after all. "Why don't you resist him?" "No one can kill the Demon King, unless someone can pull out the sword of the brave or he wants to die." At this point, Mahat shook his head and interrupted the conversation. "The chat ends here. Although I want to keep you to kill time, you are quite strong and have killed three Seven Collapse Sages and Solitaire." "Turn into a statue." Like the judgment of God, Luke's body began to be stained with gold from the feet as soon as he finished speaking. "I need you to do me a favor. If you are willing to help, I will not kill you." Luke spoke calmly without panic. Mahat's eyes moved, "What wishes do people who are about to die have? You don't have to tell me, I have no interest in helping humans..." The words of the strongest Seven Collapse Sage suddenly stopped. He saw that the gold that continued to spread on Luke's body suddenly stopped. At the boundary of the stop, the black and gray earth color replaced the golden luster, and the transformation was almost complete in a breath. "This is really surprising. My gold transformation was stopped? No, it should be said to be erosion." The color of the earth faded rapidly after the replacement, returning to normal. Luke moved his legs that were tortured by both gold and earth, and nodded after confirming that there was no problem. "Just as expected." He didn't dare to use the future vision to predict the outcome of this battle, so he could only rely on his original knowledge and ability to predict it. Facing a dangerous opponent like Mahat, this was a very risky move. Mahat's long-standing calmness was finally broken, like throwing a stone into a stagnant pool, and his eyes turned serious. "How did you do it?" Luke showed a nostalgic smile on his face: "I have a little experience in material transformation magic." To transform different substances, in addition to imagination, you also need to understand all the properties of the two substances, because if the magic cannot understand the properties of the substance to be transformed, it will be hindered, resulting in the failure of the magic. Mahat's magic of "turning everything into gold" is very overbearing. This magic is like understanding the "unknown substance that looks like gold" to the extreme, and then turning everything into gold regardless of the obstacles of the opposite properties. But as the master of the body, Luke also understood that his body had reached its extreme. On the battlefield of body transformation, he used material transformation magic to erode Mahat's golden transformation. Terela once gave Luke the manuscript of Sage Ewig on material transformation. This was an opportunity for the two to fall in love, and now it will be an opportunity for Luke to defeat Mahat and save Terela's life. Connected end to end, like a destiny. "Your smile... is strange. Is it because you regained the disadvantage on the battlefield?" Mahat frowned slightly when he saw the smile on Luke's face, and felt a strange feeling in his heart, which was a strange curiosity. Lu Ke did not answer his question. After confirming that he would not be turned into gold, his confidence increased greatly and he could imagine the possibility of defeating Mahat. Although imagination does not mean victory, as a magician if you cannot even imagine victory, you will definitely fail. Everything around him began to be stained with the color of earth. Burning flame dragons rose into the sky. Arrows were floating in the sky. Luke was flying in the air, and his rosewood staff pointed at Mahat.
"It's just that I can't turn your body into gold." Mahat, who had never encountered such a situation before, darkened his face. The color of gold began to erode the soil again. The fields of gold and gray collided together, and the radiance of magic illuminated the entire scene. "I can't possibly lose..." Mahat blocked the attack of the flame dragon with his backhand, and an arrow cut his cheek. "I am the strongest Qibengxian..." The yellow fragments blocked the dense attacks, and Mahat jumped to avoid Luke's magic attack. "I am Mahat, the Golden Country..." The attack magic that was concentrated to the extreme penetrated the barrier and shot through the left side of his abdomen. At this moment, Mahat realized that the opponent was hiding his clumsiness. The murderous magic of the corrupt sage... but why? Mahat covered his wound with a puzzled look. The Corrupt Sage is one of the few people he admires among the demons. He was not born with miraculous magic like Qibengxian, but he worked hard and spent thousands of years to create powerful killing magic. . Although it is not a mechanism like Qibengxian's magic, its practicality is not inferior in any way. "This magic will be researched in more than a hundred years, and I will take the lead." The soil turned into water ropes to bind Mahat's limbs, and Luke walked up to him and spoke slowly. Mahat's eyes showed surprise and confusion at the same time. "You have learned Shorahat's magic...but you shouldn't. Shorahat's magic is the same level of miracle as Qibengxian and cannot be copied..." "Unless he hands over his magic principles, and the people who learn them happen to be different from ordinary people." Luke took his words. But Mahat still shook his head, "Impossible, this world will not allow anyone to learn this level of miracles." "It's not important." Luke didn't want to tell anyone that he was from another world, unless Trayla asked. "You do me a favor and I can let you go." The murderous magic was pressed against Mahat's heart, and Mahat's tone finally fluctuated due to his instinctive desire to survive. "There's no way I can help you deal with the Demon King." Luke shook his head, "The Demon King naturally has someone to deal with. I have no interest in the Demon King. It's very simple for you to help." "Use your magic perception to its limit, and you should be able to detect the nearest sentinel point from here." Mahat obeyed and nodded.
"There is an old man lying on the bed on the right side of the second floor. I want you to turn him into gold." Seeing the nervousness on Luke's face, Mahat's curiosity grew wildly. This unknown emotion occupied his entire brain in an instant, and he understood Luke's purpose at the same time. "You want to use golden transformation to extend her life? But I can't remove the golden transformation outside of myself." The magic of turning everything into gold is very convenient, but the disadvantage of being too convenient is that even Mahat himself does not understand the principles of magic. He simply uses Qibengxian's miracle to skip steps and directly achieve the effect. "It's none of your business, just do your thing." Luke moved the staff in his hand forward a little. Only the golden transformation of Mahat can make Trela never die for thousands of years. As for the problem of not being able to remove the gold, Fulian in the future successfully cracked it after obtaining all of Mahat's memories. He is confident that he can do it. If it doesn't work, he can just ask Fulilian to help. As long as the future self develops time magic and then removes the golden state, all problems will be solved. "You seem to care about this old man very much. Who is she to you? Why do you care so much about her?" "Shut up and activate your magic." Luke tightened the staff in his hand, and the light of magic became more dazzling. "Tell me, tell me." Mahat touched his heart, and it felt particularly strange. The emotionless demons didn't care about anything, but at this time, he was extremely curious about human emotions. Wanting to know this feeling, wanting to see other expressions of the enemy in front of him, this curiosity even exceeded his desire for death. Demons do whatever they want, and Mahat is no exception. "It's so weird, human emotions..." Seeing Mahat's palm suddenly turn golden, while Luke was alert and ready to defend, he aimed directly at his chest and pierced his heart. Puff—— The big demon pulled out his heart, and blood gushed out. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. A strand of blood flowed from the corner of Luke's mouth, and he barely opened his teeth and asked. "Why?" As his body gradually dissipated, Mahat stared at Luke's expression, unwilling to let go of even a little bit. "I don't have any other thoughts, I just want to know what expression will appear on your face after doing this." It has nothing to do with revenge, nor is it for fun. Mahat is only full of curiosity at this moment. He finally showed a look of realization, dissipated in the air, leaving only one sentence echoing here. "So you can show this kind of expression..."
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