Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 302 Curse
"Are you crazy?" The expression of "White Wing Gong" changed drastically.

The reason why he didn't guard against this magic weapon is that firstly, this magic weapon is not a weapon and is not suitable for melee combat, and secondly, although the thunderbolt carried on the magic weapon has powerful power, it is indistinguishable from friend and enemy and is not easy to control. If it is used at such a close distance, no one will be spared.

Shen Er still didn't speak, he told "Bai Yi Gong" the answer with practical actions.

The coquettish and mysterious crimson light poured into the golden magic weapon along the right hand.

Thunder strikes from the ground, the thunder of Indra, the god of thunder.

In an instant, lightning transformed into light, and the clouds turned.

Although it was just a small piece of dark cloud that covered the two people next to them, its power was not inferior to the thundercloud storm in the summer rainy season.

The roar of thunder and the entanglement of electric light seemed to be that Di Shitian was scolding loudly.

"Bai Wing Gong" looked around, the thunderbolts cut through the clouds, like golden snakes swimming in the air, but he felt a sting when one of them passed by.

That is the maximum output of the B+-level Noble Phantasm Indra's Thunder, and it is the ultimate destructive power that modern magic cannot match.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, the king who is as strong as the dead also felt a huge threat, and he was shocked and angry.

"You want to die with me?"

perish together?

Under the heavily cracked mask, Shen Er showed a sneer of disdain.

How can it be!If you really want to do this, he has done it a long time ago, and will you delay until now?Since he dared to do this, he was sure that he would not die under the thunder.

Shen Er's confidence comes from the command spell.

This kind of magic crystal that turns decay into magic can not only strengthen the body, but also realize self-recovery, and even space transfer and other miracles that only magic can do.Of course, the latter can only be tolerated by the servants of the spiritual body, and cannot be applied to humans, otherwise how could he be so embarrassed.

Shen Er used a total of two Command Spells this time.The first stroke is used to force Indra's Thunder when mana is insufficient.The second stroke is used to strengthen the power of Indra's Thunder and concentrate all the thunder on "White Winged Lord".The reason why he held "White Winged Lord" close was because he was afraid that he would run too fast. After all, the strengthening of the Command Seal is not a causal reversal, and there is no certain attribute. Shen Er didn't even have time to cry.

There are more and more golden snakes in the black cloud, and they are getting thicker and thicker, as if a full reservoir is about to open the gate to release water.

With an increasingly strong sense of crisis, "White Wing Lord" no longer cared about depriving the enemy of his ability to resist and transforming it into a servant. He cared about Shen Er's life, and the power accumulated over thousands of years burst out instantly.

The "Vajra Left Arm" strengthened by the relic suddenly couldn't suppress the right hand of Auten Roche, and was broken free by the latter. At the same time, Au Teng Roche's empty left hand and legs hit in a row, attacking the left hand on the head and shoulders. As always, it failed, but the chain leg kicked Shen Er's body. Although the sound of cracking bones was weak, it did not escape the ears of "White Wing".

The King of the Dead Apostles lifted his spirits and kicked out again. Like a kite with a broken string, Shen Er flew upside down dozens of meters away and fell heavily on the ground.

Not only Shen Er who was kicked out, but also "White Winged Lord" who kicked people flew backwards. In order to get rid of this terrifying thunder of divine punishment, the ancient king of dead disciples did his best.The reaction force of kicking, flapping wings, and special movement skills made him fly upside down even faster and faster than Shen Er, almost reaching the speed limit of "White Wing".

However, doing so did not relieve the crisis of the King of the Dead Apostles. Under the astonished gaze of "White Winged Lord", the black cloud that was brewing with the thunder of divine punishment suddenly spread outwards and engulfed him again—this is exactly what happened. The magical effect of command spell strengthening.

Before the King of the Dead Apostles could make any further moves, the crisis came.

The thunder of gold poured down like a waterfall - pouring from sky to earth, or sublimating from earth to sky.

"—!!"

The lightning strikes ravaged the land thoroughly, spreading horrific destructive force to everything it touched.This force is so powerful that even the heroes admired by future generations may not be safe from such an attack.

Neither can the final boss "White Wing" that the heroes need to face!

The pure white dress made of unknown material was wiped out in the thunder's attack, and the perfect body comparable to the statue of David was scorched black and mottled, with filthy liquid and breath constantly oozing out.A pair of wings comparable to angels lost their sanctity and beauty, leaving only bare branches.

Now he can no longer use the title of "White Wing Lord", and should be renamed "Bald Wing Lord" or "Roast Wing Lord"-of course, this is just a joke, and it cannot change Tevem Ottenrocher's support. The fact that God's Thunder of Punishment has passed.

It should be over now, this should be the last counterattack of that difficult magician.The King of the Dead Apostles who survived the catastrophe thought so, and followed his memory to look in the direction where Shen Er was blown away.

On the extension line of the binocular focus, there is only a pit with a radius of about one meter, and there is nothing else.

Damn, give this magician a run.

The King of the Dead Apostles' unrepentant mood suddenly became worse. Regardless of his severely damaged body, he walked to the dirt pit suspected to be left by Shen Er, grabbed a handful of soil and smelled it at the tip of his nose, then raised his head and looked at it. The ever-flowing Po River in the distance snorted heavily.

"Did you think you could run away by hiding in the river and evaporating the blood? I, Tevem Otenroche, are really underestimated."

I don't see how he moved, but suddenly a mist deeper than the night emerged from the pit destroyed by Shen Er's flame magic. This mist was not affected by the night wind, and gathered into a long line, one end of which was held in the hands of "White Wing Gong" , and the other end extends outward, eventually flowing into the water.

Almost at the same time, a black line appeared on Shinji's right wrist, who was walking in the middle of the river relying on rune magic.

Sensing the strangeness, Shen Er took off his sleeve, and saw the black line extending upwards along the wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye. go bad.

"No, it's a curse."

Shen Er had seen this kind of symptom in the information Loreley left him, it was one of the abilities of the "White Winged Lord" of Altenrose, and he had used this ability to deal with several members of the Barthemero family. ancestors.

This is a vicious curse specifically aimed at magicians. The black thread will absorb the magic power of the magician and continue to grow. While gradually abolishing the magician's magic circuit, it can also bring physical pain. It can be described as a double blow to the mind and body.

In just a few seconds of checking the curse, Shen Er already felt that the magic power was out of control.

Seeing the black line gradually crossing the elbow and approaching the shoulder, Shen Er gritted his teeth fiercely, and drew out the "Sharp Spear, Bow and Knife" to cut it off.According to the records, only by cutting off the connection between the black thread and the body in time can the continued spread of the curse be prevented. This is the only conclusion drawn by the Barthemero family's research on the corpse of the sacrificial ancestor.

The knife flashed.

(End of this chapter)