Victor only felt that he was suddenly knocked away by an invisible huge force. He tilted his head slightly, quickly adjusted his posture, and used the force to gracefully land on the edge of the basin, frowning and looking towards the center. Narubalek slowly raised his head from the center of the basin with a grim smile, shook his body and brushed off the dirt on his body. Unscathed! "That windbreaker..." Victor stood at the edge, looking at the other person coldly, and tilted his head: "The Holy Shroud?" This defensive power is something. Victor glanced at the vampire windbreaker on his body. With his rising status and increasing strength, to be honest, this windbreaker designed for stealth was no longer suitable for him. Of course, the Holy Shroud Cloth itself is not a very rare equipment. The effects of ordinary holy cloths are similar. Basically, as long as the wearer is still alive, it can block magic power, hide magic circuits, defend against physical pain, magic recoil, increase magic resistance, and other effects that don't seem too strong. But this kind of thing, high quality is completely different.
High-quality holy cloth will vary depending on the type of saint, remains, blood, power, etc. The conceptual weapons they form have different effects. It is said that the top-level Holy Shroud... can even block a magician's full-strength attack without being damaged. Victor has never cared much about various powers. Compared to the extreme flow, he has always believed that balance is the best. But there is only one thing that he thinks the more the better, and that is... a means of saving one's life. So far, he had never sought any equipment except Avalon, but suddenly he felt as if he was lacking such a piece of equipment. He admitted that even though it was a women's windbreaker, he was somewhat tempted. "I seem to have underestimated you...Magician..." On the other hand, Narubalek was not dissatisfied with the fact that he had suffered a slight disadvantage in the wrestling match just now. Instead, he grinned with joy: "But... this is also good..." She hugged her chest, squeezed her legs together and twisted them a bit, as if trying her best to endure something, and said: "I really can't wait... to... 'bully' you..." "...?" Victor's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and his gaze withdrew from the windbreaker in surprise and fell on the other person's face. The whole person was in shock. So you are not only a lunatic, but also a pervert? For some reason, Victor suddenly felt a chill, and suddenly remembered that in his memory, Narubalek could suppress all members of the Burial Agency, and that everyone, including Meilian, hated her. He suddenly seemed to understand something... A trace of disgust appeared on his face, and he suddenly shuddered, his expression suddenly becoming serious. He really couldn't lose this battle! ! However, at this moment—— The world suddenly became extremely silent. The shouts and screams on the battlefield, as well as the earthquakes, mountain shaking, wind blowing, and grass rustling caused by the release of magic, seemed to have disappeared in an instant. The air was no longer surging, and the leaves were no longer swaying - this made Victor and Narubalek suddenly realize that something was wrong. Victor's first reaction was that someone had released a large-scale time-control system, but he soon felt that this was unlikely. Moreover, in his perception, people were still fighting, birds were still flying in fright, and the thick fog that was slowly dissipated by the dawn was actually dissipating. It's just that the sound disappeared, or rather...
The "flow" in the world has been suspended. When everyone else noticed this and began to panic, Victor suddenly felt the air become thinner for a moment, just a moment - and then!! Whoosh! ! An invisible slash was accompanied by an extreme sound of breaking through the air. It flashed by, and a few kilometers behind everyone, it cut through the earth, severed the cliff, and flattened the mountain peak in the distance! It left a trail of dust all the way, carrying with it an invisible yet all-removing might, leaving behind a bottomless abyss of about two meters wide... Just like that, it swept past. "hiss!!" Victor was stunned for a moment, while Narubalek narrowed his eyes. "This is……" For a moment, the entire battlefield was frightened by this invisible blow. Except for the agents who were forced to fight the ghosts in front of them, the nuns who were originally chanting, the magicians who were casting spells wantonly, and the members of the burial agency, all fell into complete silence after watching this scene... "Vacuum magic..." Ellak and the others at the rear of the army looked at the invisible attack that seemed to have cut the world in half. After muttering to themselves, they saw that the sky and the earth suddenly changed color again. Dawn is approaching, and the sunlight has already replaced the moonlight to illuminate the earth, but in an instant! Endless breath and blood rage burst out, and a red moon actually suppressed the dawn, changing the color of the entire world again! Heaven and earth turned upside down - day and night shifted! So much anger! In an instant, everyone seemed to feel a surge of rage in their hearts. That was... the will from the Blood Moon! "..." Seeing this, Victor fell silent, and Narubalek on the opposite side suddenly realized something, laughed wildly a few times, and glanced at Victor. Finally, she turned around and rushed towards the cliff in the distance! “Your Highness…!” Victor felt a headache again and covered his face. He almost forgot that when it comes to madmen, Narubalek seems to be more than the only one. Or…… Altruci's willfulness and temper. Barthelmero's obsession with the Dead Apostles. Its uncontrollability should be no less than that of Narubalek.
Oh, and now there's Narubalek... These three people together... "Fuck!" Victor no longer cared about the front battlefield. He turned around suddenly and followed! You guys...you guys please don't mess with me!!! …… …… 130. Is infighting a traditional virtue of you magicians? The place where Altluchi was fighting with the choir was not far from the front battlefield, but even so, it was still nearly several kilometers away. Regardless of whether it was Altluci's fluctuations or the vacuum magic released by Barthelmero, they both directly affected the front battlefield. It is conceivable how fierce the battle between the two was. Of course, what worries Victor even more is that he originally hoped that Artelucci could deal with the choir or intimidate Barthelmero, so as to save Meilian. But he obviously overlooked...the natural arrogance and personalities of these two people. I'm already getting angry. Victor sighed. He couldn't even imagine what would happen if Narubalek was added to the scene... More explosions! His speed was not slow. When he arrived, the entire cliff had completely disappeared. In other words, there is really no trace of existence at all. This is the reputation of vacuum magic. A mountain can easily turn into dust and be blown away by the wind. Victor did not find Narubalek. The most eye-catching person should be Her Royal Highness the Princess at this time. She had completely changed her appearance, standing barefoot in the air indifferently, and her original clothes no longer fit her, revealing a lot of fair and delicate skin—— Above the long and slender legs is a tall figure and waist-length hair. Second stage of liberation. Arteluci once again completely released the self-sealing Principle Blood Ring and transformed into another form - a tall and majestic lady who was meters tall. To be honest, this was the first time Victor saw her in this form. During the last liberation, Victor had already escaped and was not seen. "Your Highness..." This made him a little stunned. He slowly landed behind Altluchi, feeling the angry aura emanating from her. At a glance, I saw her white and slender arms, which were now exposed to the air. The neatly broken cuffs at the shoulders indicated that they had been cut off by a sharp attack. In just a moment, Victor understood what had happened. Apparently, the extremely terrifying vacuum magic just now was so sharp that it even broke through all the defenses of Meilian and Altluqi and directly cut off one of Altluqi's arms.
However, they are Dead Apostles after all. Ordinary Dead Apostles can restore their bodies through blood and restoration curses. Not to mention Artelucci. For her, it was not difficult to recover her body quickly, but... she was injured after all. Injuried! For the proud Altluchi, this was naturally a reason to be furious. "Leviathan?" Hearing Victor's voice, Altluchi turned slightly, and her angry face calmed down a little: "What are you doing here?" Well...Altluchi's face hasn't changed much, except that she looks more mature. Victor was relieved to see that his princess still had some sense. The originally slightly round and cute face has become as delicate and charming as an oval face. However, the other thing that has not changed is that... Victor looked at Altluchi's chest, and sure enough, it was still... as barren as ever. "Uh..." Victor originally wanted to ask where Meilian was. After all, such a terrifying attack even broke Altluchi's defense. Could Meilian Solomon be dead? But his emotional intelligence and strong desire to survive over the years still made him habitually ask first: "Are you okay? I'm a little worried about you." Sure enough, after hearing this, Artelucci's anger was visibly reduced again, and her tone became a little more gentle and aggrieved: "That damn old woman, it hurts me to death!" "..." Boom! The cold wind turned into a sharp attack that swept over. Artelluqi quickly raised her hand, a blood-red halo flashed, and she easily dispersed and blocked it. Only then did Victor notice Barthemero, who was standing several dozen meters away in a white combat uniform and a ponytail. Compared to Artluci, her figure seemed destined to be low-key and unable to attract attention. But when Victor looked at the other party, he could feel the low, oppressive pressure surrounding him, like the eye of a storm. She frowned slightly and looked at Victor behind Altluki. After a pause, she raised her pointer and said calmly, "You are the instigator of this sin? Well, let's fight together." Behind her, a handful of magicians were healing each other in a distant barrier formation. In addition, there were a dozen fully armed magicians standing behind her. Various magic costumes and magic circuits stimulated magic power in the air and collided with each other. It was obvious that the terrifying vacuum magic just now was not the work of Barthelmero alone. Maybe she could do it alone, but without the support of the magic troops, she would always be a little slower. Seeing this, Victor actually felt relieved. Fortunately, his worldview had not collapsed. In today's world where magic is shrinking rapidly, if Barthelmero can still easily release the kind of power that can destroy a city, Victor thinks that the Dead Apostles may... We can really discuss how to surrender. "Oh? Conquer them all?" Altuluqi, who had turned into a queen, seemed to speak in an extremely strong tone: "You really are... inexplicably confident." As she spoke, a thin, blood-formed sword blade condensed in the air. Artelucci elegantly grasped the hilt with one hand and gently drew it out: "Balthemello family, have you found the next generation of successors?" These words made Barthemelo raise his eyebrows and snorted coldly, as if he was about to take action.
However, at this time! Victor finally felt a sharp edge coming from behind him, and the hidden Narubalek finally made a move! Suddenly, Victor turned around and attacked, but Narubalek ignored him. With a ferocious smile on her face, her crescent-shaped figure passed by him, and the sharp blood-red dagger attacked Altluqi's neck directly! Are you kidding? Who the hell are you in front of Artluki? Hunting you is not as exciting as hunting the Dead Apostle Princess.