However, even so, the silver windbreaker on her body still protected her from a lot of harm due to its pulsating circuits. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Barthelmero fiercely - this damn guy not only didn't give her a chance, but also used the flow characteristics of the wind to block many of her offensive opportunities! ! What a... disgusting thing. And above the sky, Arteluqi, who had temporarily forced the two men back, breathed a sigh of relief, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and opened her eyes. Frankly speaking, she had underestimated their strength. If they worked together, she would be a little overwhelmed. But unfortunately, it seemed difficult for these two people to work together or even to trip up each other. But it's good this way. In this way, Victor can also see the heroic figure of this princess, right? Humph. Thinking of this, she turned around to look at where Victor was. However, the place was empty and there was only the sound of wind blowing past. Where was the shadow of Victor? Well-- Suddenly, Artluqi was a little confused, and her little face suddenly became angry. Ahhh, where did this bastard go!!!
…… At this time, where did Victor go? Of course he went to find Meilian Solomon!! He saw that the princess was fighting happily and the three parties seemed evenly matched, so he thought about it and decided to leave first. After all, the princess didn't care whether Mei Lian lived or died, but he did! With the high perception brought by the map, he knew exactly where Meilian Solomon was and what state he was in at that moment. To be honest, Melian Solomon was in a pretty miserable state at this time. Among the four great monsters, the King of Land was killed by Narubalek with one sword, and the defensive fortress, the giant girl, was directly destroyed by Barthelmero's vacuum magic at one time. There was only one Sky King left, a one-shot attacking nuclear bomb-type monster that would self-destruct like a bomber after the attack... Well, Barthemero and Narubalek each killed one, and then committed suicide. The three great monsters are in a state of resurrection and the only one he can rely on is a mouse! Unfortunately, the Rat King himself has no combat capability and can only be an auxiliary monster that helps Meilian Solomon transform into various appearances and provide information. Oh, and he can also command mice... So, when the Rat King saw that things were going badly, he immediately dragged the human stick boy, who was almost in a coma because the monsters were destroyed at the same time... and started digging a tunnel. When Victor found the other party, Meilian Solomon was being carried by a dozen rats, and dozens of rats in front were digging holes frantically. In a short period of time, they had dug nearly one kilometer... This almost refreshed Victor's understanding of the twenty-seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles! After breaking through the filter...it's really damn down to earth. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he first told the Rat King again and again that he had no ill intentions before taking over this extremely delicate boy without limbs. He then began to perform healing magic to treat his wounds, while taking out several bottles of various healing potions that he had drawn when drawing cards. Some valuable potions were also included, but the Rat King didn't care about that. In its view, Leviathan is at least the confidant of the current King of the Dead Apostles. As a confidant, it seems normal for him to have some good things? Mei Lian's monster is essentially the embodiment of the wishes made by his people when he was the Son of God, so it will not die but will consume magic power.
Although as the son of God, Mei Lian himself is not enough to support such a huge supply of magic power, the power of the initial materialized monster is equivalent to the power of faith of all the people in the entire tribe, but since being rescued by Zhu Yue, his body has undergone a transformation. Zhu Yue solidified the magic veins in his body, and the four great magical beasts became permanent entities replacing his limbs, also solidifying the size of his body as a magic container. However, as independent individuals, Warcraft has its own way of storing and absorbing magic power, and Meilian himself does not have a systematic magic circuit, so the main function of his own magic power is to maintain the resurrection of Warcraft. In other words, resurrecting three magical beasts at once caused the magic power in his body to be drained all at once, and even seriously overdrawn. It's similar to the CPU freezing due to insufficient memory. Therefore, in order to make him recover as soon as possible, the best way was to feed him blood. So, after Victor fed him a few bottles of potion, he thought about it, cut his arm, and fed him blood again. The main point is that you, the duck, must wake up immediately, revive the Warcraft and continue fighting! The battlefield needs you, Xiaomei! "Well……" It was not known whether it was because Victor's blood was of particularly good quality, but after drinking a few sips, Meilian Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and raised it, as if the effect was immediate. Outstanding effect! "White...Magician Leviathan?" "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed with your performance." Seeing that he had recovered, Victor withdrew his arm from his mouth, quickly healed the wound and said praisingly. "I didn't expect to be defeated in an instant." Hearing this, Mei Lian Solomon smiled bitterly and said, "But to be precise, I was facing two monsters at the same time. You can also try and see how terrifying those two attacks were." ...I'm not stupid, Victor rolled his eyes and didn't continue the topic. "I know." He nodded simply. Speaking of which, except for the Rat King, the other three of Meilian's monsters can fight against ordinary ancestors without being at a disadvantage, and Barthamelo and Narubalek can kill two monsters instantly with one attack respectively. You can imagine how terrifying their strength is. "I am not disappointed in your strength, but I am disappointed in your behavior of attacking without understanding the enemy." The two of them were already far away from the battle zone where Altluchi and the others were fighting, but even so, the fluctuations of magic in the sky were still frightening. Victor pointed over there and said: "To Barthelmero and the Choir of the main force, let me be frank. The moment you made your move, if I hadn't immediately decided to ask Artelucci to help you, you would have been dead." "I don't need you to prove your worth, and I don't care what you want to say, but..." "I don't care about your death, but it will affect my plan. I don't like this kind of change, do you understand, Mei Lian?" "..." Mei Lian was silent for a while, looked into Victor's eyes for a long time, nodded slightly and said: "I understand." "From now on, I will firmly follow your instructions, but as a ..." "In exchange, I will help you liberate Elquit." Victor stood up and said calmly: "Now, hurry up and revive your monster. I need you to go to the front battlefield and fight against your former companions. Without Narubalek's burial mechanism, you can't be defeated, right?" "Companion... Oh, that's fine." "I am somewhat confident about them." Seeing that he had been weakened to the state of a human stick, but still flew directly towards the battlefield with determination, Victor showed a relieved expression.
Sure enough, compared to those cunning guys, loyal people are easier to fool. Don’t you agree? Victor smiled, then lowered his eyes again and glanced at the still terrifying fluctuations on Altluchi's side—he hid his body and rushed over. He didn't think the fight between the three would be decided in a short time, but, as Artluci said, if there was a chance to settle the matter once and for all, Victor wouldn't mind letting the other two stay here forever. It's true that he doesn't want to take action against the Magic Association. But Bartomero...is destined to be unable to turn enemies into friends. 132. A magic trick of vacuum comparable to a miracle Meilian Solomon and Feim, one is a super monster that can be resurrected infinitely, and the other is a giant puppet that once had seven fortresses... oh, now there may only be five left. In Victor's plan, the reason why they appeared in Cornwall with the Blackwing Prince was because Victor saw that they could rely on the War Beast alone to fight against an entire large army. However, in the confrontation between high-end forces, it is necessary to rely on Altluchi and the Black Winged Prince for deterrence. However, Victor did not expect that Barthemero and the Burial Agency would act so decisively and swiftly. The war had just begun, but they could no longer hold back. Maybe in the eyes of these two people, except for Altluci and Prince White Wing, everyone else can be attacked at will. On the front battlefield, Kenneth's analysis made everyone a little uneasy, and they all asked: "So, what should we do?" "What else can we do?" Kenneth sneered and said, "Keep moving forward!" "Since the other party is using this bait to hook us." Kenneth stepped out of the camp for discussion, and the Moon Marrow Spiritual Fluid then turned into liquid and followed behind him - "Then we will eat up the other party's bait completely!" What a joke! The goal of the Magicians Association is to take back Cornwall. Let alone Austria, even if the Vatican is destroyed, what does it have to do with us? Don't talk about the lips and teeth being interdependent. They are just dead disciples and they are not worthy of it. Kenneth sneered. He thought that Bartmero had already seen through the other party's intentions, so he ignored the main force and went straight to kill the other party's leader. It was not only for honor, but also because he understood... In this Cornwall, the enemy did not deploy many troops at all, so as the Magic Association was composed of elite troops, it was impossible for the sacrifices to be too great. Ha ha. On the contrary, it is the church...except for those elite agents, these tens of thousands of cannon fodders will probably all be killed here. However, although this is the truth, Kenneth has no intention of letting him win. After all, this is also related to the magician's pride and honor, and of course, military merit! So, he took the lead and stepped onto the battlefield, raising his hand: "Magicians of El-Melloi, deploy your positions!" He took over the vacant command of the magicians and temporarily became the magic marshal. He took on this responsibility and launched a charge towards glory. On the other side, after Victor returned to the battlefield, he did not enter directly, but first crushed the Choir under Barthelmero. A huge amount of magic power was released to form magic flames, and he rushed into the group of magicians who were unable to react for a while with the magic sword raised high, mixed with an endless blood-red storm. Relying on his super high anti-magic power and the physical fitness of the True Ancestor level, he was almost like a wolf among a flock of sheep. With this unethical blow, he knocked out four or five magicians, then passed by as an afterimage and rushed towards the wounded, forcing Barthelmero, who was concentrating on the attack, to turn cold and turn around to change the target of the Magic's attack to Victor to restrict his actions. Boom! A whirlwind swept up from the ground, blowing Victor into the air. Five or six green cyclones locked onto Victor.
The latter took the opportunity to use his blood to transform into bat wings, flapped them twice and took the opportunity to rush towards Barthelmero. On the other side, the ubiquitous wind and the special changing air pressure magic made Altluchi's movements a little slow, but then, due to Victor's intervention, she suddenly felt the pressure on her body relieved. The obscure and sluggish energy and blood circulation suddenly accelerated, and she suddenly burst out with a bloody claw attack, splitting into two, two into four, and four into thousands, as if the whole world was cut into pieces in an instant. Crisp crackling sounds were heard in the air, and Narubalek, who had been attacking her, was forced to retreat. There was even a bloody mark on her face. Without an enemy attacking from everywhere, Altluchi's pressure suddenly dropped. She raised her head and looked at Victor, who had finally come back and attacked Barthelmero. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but also some worry and dissatisfaction: "Didn't I ask you to watch from the side?!" “I’m sorry, Your Highness.” Victor dodged the increasingly turbulent waves in the air and chuckled, “I just went to rescue Mei Lian, but as expected, it’s better to fight together than to watch from the sidelines.” "...... Humph." Upon hearing this, Arteluqi snorted lightly, seemingly dissatisfied, but the corners of her mouth were already raised like an AK and she couldn't suppress it. She turned her head and immediately launched a pursuit attack on Narubalek to conceal her feelings, and said awkwardly: "In that case, I will reluctantly allow you to join the battle." "Tsk, what an unpleasant conversation." Narubalek looked at the black curtain rushing towards him, turned the dagger and wiped the blood on his face. Suddenly, a red light ignited in his eyes, and his originally white pupils turned pitch black, like a murderous ghost. His limbs shook and he completely disappeared from the spot. Boom! There was a burst of air in the air, and her dagger had already intertwined with the blood around Altluchi. "Haaa! Ahaha, can your knight... defeat the legendary magic marshal?" "Oh, you should worry about yourself." Neither of them gave in, and they didn't even stop at the verbal fight. Artluqi sneered disdainfully. The aura of the True Ancestor and the Dead Apostles became deeper and deeper. The blood moon shifted and slowly appeared above her head. At the same time, her delicate face gradually became ferocious, the fangs at the corners of her mouth began to lengthen, and her hair was stained blood red because of the moonlight. As it was scattered, layers of blood slowly floated behind her... "One on one, I will..." "Kill you!" If we say that on Victor's side the dark devil flames collided with the blue air currents, the flames and the wind formed a beautiful waltz, then the way Barthelmero waved his pointer looked like a symphony conductor - the whole battle was full of splendor and elegance. Then Artluci and Narubalek were like two villains, darkness and blood filling the entire space. The magic of both of them was filled with endless murderous intent and malice, and their fights were flooded with endless darkness and bright red like a sea of blood. It was as if it was a violent feast just to "kill each other"! The storm was roaring. Above the sky, the violent cyclone impact formed a huge storm that spread out in an instant, and with a bang, it drove back the surrounding clouds. Victor rushed to Barthemelo in the blink of an eye, and chopped down the huge sword in his hand towards her head, but was immediately blocked by an invisible barrier - The devil flames burned with a bang, igniting the magic power on the barrier and began to burn this layer of defense. However, Barthelmero looked coldly into Victor's bright red eyes. That pair of indifferent blood-red eyes, with a smile and as deep as the starry sky, actually made her feel a little oppressive. She was silent for a long time, watching the magic flame burn the barrier bit by bit, and suddenly asked: "Were you a magician before?" "Huh?" Hearing this, Victor was slightly startled, then he shook his head slightly as if he was amused, and said hoarsely without changing his expression: "I am also a magician now." Barthemelo narrowed her eyes when she heard that. The magic power had already broken the barrier, and a huge force mixed with magic flames fell down. She retreated quickly and raised the teaching stick again. "In that case, Magician Leviathan, please let me experience your magic."
"I will... defeat you today." She was indifferent and pronounced a death sentence on the other party. In an instant, the sound of the wind in the sky seemed to begin to quiet down, and the magic power in her body surged out crazily. The blue magic circuit even climbed up to her skin and appeared faintly, which meant that the other party was operating at an overload. In fact, it only took Victor a moment to recognize the technique! That vacuum magic that ripped the earth in half! Barthelmero, having given up the support of the choir, performs this magic on his own!