quicksilver blood

Chapter 71 The Dancing Red Lotus
At that moment, a series of roaring sounds resounded in various places on the Bone Broken Avenue.

The earth was whining, the air whizzed and blasted dust and bricks to the surroundings, and people's screams and cursing were drowned in the roar.

Of course no one would notice at this time that most of the physical simulacra of the Maw-Shattering Staff that kept flashing in the air disappeared in an instant.The remaining half of the physical simulacrum also began to become translucent due to the turbulent flow of magic power, crackling and flashing with electric light as if the signal was unstable.

The lack of spellcasters directly led to the collapse of the ritual.When the silver-gray nodes in the sky were extinguished one by one, violent electric currents immediately began to crawl on the dark clouds, and a hurricane with a slight smell swept through the air, and the air pressure dropped instantly, causing the very few people who could still remain calm to start feeling a little nervous. Flustered.

At this moment, a silver-gray light flashed, and a tall, middle-aged man with long, slightly curly hair appeared instantly in the middle of the entire ceremony venue.

The gust of wind caused by the disordered magic power blew randomly in the air, blowing away the man's long brown hair wildly, revealing the bronze-colored skin that is rarely seen in the Northland.The most striking thing is the man's long and slender scar that runs through his lips horizontally and spreads to both cheeks like a knife blade.

That man was Marcus.

After the golden-rank wizard who had tried to contact the origin appeared in the air, he did not make a sound. He only made two simple gestures, and the gradually dimming silver-gray halo around him was instantly covered by brighter silver.

After he took over the dominance of the ceremony, these magical powers not only stopped dissipating, but gathered together, accompanied by a frequency like breathing, light and dark, and continued to proliferate at a slow and firm speed.

Only one person joined the ceremony, and the effect was almost comparable to that of nearly 30 people's Throat Broken Wand.

But he was also restrained by the ritual and unable to escape.

No matter what happens, it must go on until at least three-quarters of the ritual is complete.Otherwise, the magic of the backward flow alone would be enough to make the participants in the ritual lose control of the witchcraft.For himself, this just means that his success rate of casting spells will be greatly reduced within a certain period of time; but for the Throat-Breaking Staff, which is already using magic beyond the control limit, this can almost kill them. .

Marcus hated it so much that his teeth almost broke.

I don't know who offended someone recently. First, the two people whom His Majesty personally ordered to take care of were taken away by the people of Green Fruit Lock, and then his own street fell into chaos due to the explosion.

He thought it was an accident, but he didn't expect the explosion to be particularly precise. Several witchcraft camps hidden underground were blown up into the sky with more than 20 wizards who accompanied him carefully.

Because of his transformation of the Rod of Broken Throat, these wizards who use frantic magic power can no longer use ordinary stand walls as defenses.Being covered by this level of explosion in the core area of ​​the explosion without protection, it can be said that there will be no dead bodies. Whether Mo can be found depends on where they stood before they died.

But in addition to anger, Marcus also had a fear of the planners of the explosion that could not be ignored.

He knew next to nothing about what caused the explosion.Whether it was the explosives used, the time and place where they were placed, how to find out the witchcraft camp he set up, whether there were spies or was betrayed by the upper echelons...he didn't know anything about it.He didn't even know what the person who caused the explosion wanted.

At the same time, he almost had a premonition of fear lingering in his chest, and it became more and more obvious as time passed:
The number of witchcraft positions detonated is too dangerous.Totally just right.

In the case of maintaining his perception of the outside world and maintaining his protective witchcraft, Marcus can only replace at most six witchcraft positions.If Marcus is forced to replace the seven witchcraft positions to complete the ceremony, he will completely lose his sense of the Wall of Aum in a short time—that is, he will completely lose the ability to cast spells.

What Marcus was afraid of was that since the other party had already identified five of his witchcraft sites, there was no reason why he couldn't find out the remaining four.

If half of the remaining positions—no, even one of them were detonated when he guided the ceremony, then Marcus would almost be entangled here.

But the green fruit lock can't be left alone.It is not known who secretly passed the news, but the Cyan Fruit Lock seems to have known in advance that the Rod of Broken Throat wants a war.Marcus's wizard's eye has already seen from a distance that since the vision appeared over Broken Throat Avenue, the Green Fruit Lock has already begun to prepare for battle.

damn it!
Marcus' eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and the wild blood from his father made his reason almost boil.

Originally, I should have taken the absolute initiative here.But because of this inexplicable explosion, even if the other witchcraft positions had not been detonated, he had lost the initiative to guide the ceremony until the end with peace of mind.

If he was allowed to successfully place this witchcraft within the scope of Qingguo Avenue, let alone the specific lethality, the street that burned instantly would be enough to damage morale.Based on the average level of integrity of the mercenaries in the City of Fortune, it can be said that after the first round of lightning bombing, basically the opponent's miscellaneous army fled directly.

But now that the enemy has reacted and reacted, even if his witchcraft is completed immediately, it has lost its tactical value.

Marcus swore that if he found the bastard who planted a bomb on his street, he would put him in an iron coat full of blades, and then use his twisted stance to crumple the bastard into a ball along with the coat.

Looking condescendingly at the people who gradually calmed down, Marcus felt a little comforted in his heart.

Among other things, at least I didn't stay here in vain these days.

These people believe in themselves so much, so at least, stick to them to the end!

With similar thoughts, the residents who were running around Roland stopped and stared at Marcus floating in the air.

Although they don't know much about the current situation, at least they know that if Lord Marcus can stabilize the situation, maybe they still have hope?
This group of ordinary people knew nothing about wizards, but they felt that no matter how powerful the wizards were, it wouldn't be possible for more than 50 wizards to defeat more than 300 able-bodied people, right?

Especially some of the wizard masters seem to have something happened in the explosion...

But looking at Marcus' calm face, the long-lost courage seemed to reverberate slowly in his chest.

Maybe you can win?

No, even if you can't win, do you have to admit defeat before starting?
They thought of their bold words when they were young, their relatives and friends who lost their lives because of violating all kinds of messy rules, and——

Just when they were still conflicted between running away and staying here, an extremely excited young voice came from the side: "Master Marcus, please come on!"

"Yes, Lord Marcus, come on!"

"Come on! Lord Marcus!"

"Damn, I won't run away! I won't run away!"

That young voice seemed to be a fuse, and these residents felt it and shouted excitedly.

The emotions in people's hearts are intertwined, and the courage they haven't seen for a long time warms the hearts of residents under the dark clouds like sunshine.

That is the color of hope.It looks so beautiful in the desperate situation.

After taking the lead in shouting, Roland cleared his throat, moved his feet without any trace, and left the position where he was standing just now.

Yes, it’s good to be excited and hopeful.Only in this way can Roland fulfill the expectations of the Sleeping Mentor.

However, the current hope is too fragile and is no different from an illusion. It only takes an easy blow to make them "awake".That kind of hope in a desperate situation is as beautiful as glass but fragile.Only by forging this fragile hope into steel can we have the possibility of saving them.

So, what can be used to forge hope?

Roland showed a dazzling smile.

"Nature is despair, and only the suffocating despair can make the rare hope beautiful and touching, so..."

"In the name of unity, mutual aid, equality, and reproduction, No. 30 will detonate immediately! No. 12 will detonate with a 50-second delay, and No. [-] will detonate with a [-]-second delay to NO. [-]!"

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I’m going to Sanjiang today, please ask for a Sanjiang ticket~ (bow)
But I feel a lot of pressure to go to Sanjiang in the same issue with so many great masters... Not to mention the bugs in the same area, there are also several old authors above LV3 and LV4 such as Huan Yu and Lao Mo... I feel like the top five are hanging ( The amount of help)
If you don’t know how to vote for Sanjiang, please go to the related works~ (Tea)

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