Marvel Magic Event Book

The spell Salomon cast for her had disappeared, and the rain with strong kinetic energy, driven by the strong wind, almost made her unable to open her eyes.Wanda wiped the rain off her face and tried to stand firm in the successive earthquakes. She knew that she must not show weakness, because the monster in front of her with leather skin and black claws on her hands would seize every opportunity to kill. Kill her.

She barely stood up, the pain in her knees almost making it impossible for her to straighten her legs, and the wounds on her palms made it even more difficult for her to make precise and complex spell-casting gestures.After James Boone transformed into a form and changed the battle from spell duel to melee combat, magic became her only reliance against the vampire's almost invisible attack. The small pistol she used for self-defense was of no use at all, and she also He didn't think that the short knife on his waist could solve the problem. The only silver stake that could pierce the vampire's skin was currently stuck in the vampire's claws.She cannot capture the vampire's movements with her eyes, and can only fight and dodge through her extraordinary senses.

All magical potential manifests as special physiological phenomena. Even the crazy witches in the countryside in the past only went crazy after seeing something they shouldn't have seen.These physiological phenomena manifest themselves as extraordinary intelligence, accurate intuition, etc. This is the connection between consciousness, soul and body, and Wanda has learned the basic knowledge in this area.

She closed her eyes and sank her consciousness into the silvery white plane.

The wind of ether passed across her face, and she felt the fear of the vampire. She could hear what the vampire was thinking, and her unguarded mind was chaotic and disgusting. It could even make a spellcaster with preliminary training twitch, Talk about crazy things.The dark whispers that were constantly intruding on her suddenly intensified, and her brain was almost filled with filthy truth.The witch quickly used the methods she had learned in the past to stabilize her mind and continued her difficult dive with her soul.The smelly magic of the undead was as conspicuous as a whale stranded on the beach, rotten and bloated, and Wanda found it very easily.

She made a simple gesture, and a heartbeat later, scarlet energy enveloped the short knife at her waist.She was an extremely good student, memorizing Salomon's answer to the question about flexibility in spellcasting combat, and recalling her teacher's Cold War-era jokes that highlighted Soviet missiles. Ge-25 fighter jet, and from this he came to a conclusion: as long as you are strong enough, bricks can fly into the sky - a simple trick plus enough magic energy can also become a terrifying weapon to kill the enemy. This short knife is Her MiG-25 fighter jet.There was no need to pick it up with her own hands, the short knife flew out like a bow and arrow under her control.First he cut his throat, and then drove the rickety silver stake in again.When the vampire was still immersed in the pain caused by the silver product, the sharp knife dug into its skull like a nail.The huge thrust pulled James Boone to fly to the other side of the island, and at the same time lifted its skull, revealing its disgusting and rotten brain.

The vampire roared and stood up again. The injuries that could kill ordinary people were just a little difficult for it to recover from.It pulled out the smoking silver stake from its hand, pulled out the short knife embedded between its eyes, and filled its torn mouth with rainwater.At the critical moment of life and death, its almost exhausted courage pushed it to launch another attack.

The witch took a deep breath, made another spell-casting gesture, and then stood there motionless, like an ordinary person who stood frozen when she saw a speeding car while crossing the road.The vampire was so fast that she lost its movement, but it was not a sign of weakness under pressure.She is facing death, but she is not a city girl of the same age who screams when she sees cockroaches and rats.As early as her childhood in Sokovia, she had tasted the bitterness of death, more than once.She penetrated deeply into the vampire's mind, and in an instant, she unearthed the conspiracy buried deep in his black heart - the blackened stone bricks and weeds were stained with blood, the houses were crushed by the heavy winter snow, and each one was victimized one by one. His horrified face was covered with blood.The filthy magic book is filled with twisted words, endless gray-white worms and slime are summoned, the storm disperses, the tower and the night sky, the death of blood relatives!The weird silence was crushing her eardrums inwards and beating her temples crazily!

It was a sacrifice, but the person conducting the ceremony was not a vampire!

Both she and Salomon were pawns to promote the sacrifice!She had to warn her teacher!

Before that, she had to solve the problem at hand.

She didn't know if she would have a chance to tell her teacher the secret of vampires if she failed, but the strong self-confidence and disdain for vampires that came from nowhere in her heart still made her stand between vampires and lighthouses. The only path is to buy time for the mystic.She struggled to stay awake and continued to dive into the minds of the undead.

Chaos energy spurted out from the gaps between the stones, making a sharp explosion sound, and tightly grasped the stopped undead like a straitjacket.The vampire was sure that he had caught the witch's head, but this was not the case. James Boone looked into the witch's eyes in horror, and his sharp claws were still a full finger away from her.It doesn't understand why it thinks it has succeeded, and it doesn't understand why it doesn't take a step forward.Wanda opened her eyes, looked at the panicked James Boone with a smile, and regarded the sharp claws in front of her as nothing.

"I've got you!" The vampire's black claws were decomposed by the energy of chaos, and the courage that James Boone finally summoned disappeared. "Have you never seen a phantom?" A predatory smile appeared on the witch's face, and that smile made the vampire's mind collapse.She waved her hand, and the silver stake covered with black blood jumped out of the crack in the rock as if it had received an order, and plunged straight into the blackened brain.Foul-smelling steam rose from the rain curtain, and deep inside her heart she was immediately satisfied with the pleasure brought by the wailing dead inferior creatures in front of her.The witch's soul tastes the sweetness of the death of her enemies, but she herself is unaware of it.The earthquakes stopped, as if the vampire's death was a signal.

"How does it feel?"

"It's wonderful," blurted the witch.The sudden premonition of danger caused the pores on her back to explode instantly. She turned around immediately, her eyes widening in horror.But then this fear disappeared. Something that occupied her mind quietly retracted the tentacles that covered her mind as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and returned Wanda's mind to her.

"Teacher, listen to me..."

"I know that the mastermind behind this is not this vampire." The mystic mage curled his lips and actively avoided that topic, because it was not an important matter that must be resolved now.He showed the witch what he had obtained, which he had obtained from the lighthouse keeper's table.The unlucky guy's neck is full of small wounds. The lighthouse keeper is the only food here, and there are many vampires who want food. "What he got was a fragment of Edward Kelly's translation. No wonder he made mistakes in the sacrificial ceremony. James Boone did not have the ability to summon worms, and there was no such spell in the book. Someone was helping him."

"Um……"

"Are you okay? Are you injured?" The Mystic Mage took out a bottle of potion, "Remember to pull the cloth off the wound first, otherwise it will grow together after healing."

"I'm fine! Really!" Wanda quickly waved her hand and used the toe of her shoe to pull out the silver stake from the vampire's head.She stood up straight, trying her best to ignore the effects of the bruises and the desire for the crimson liquid.She turned around and quietly stretched out her tongue to lick the rainwater, trying not to let the mystic mage see this embarrassing scene.At some point, Salomon had pushed away the rain, and even Wanda's long hair and clothes were quietly dried.

"What do we do next? How do we find the person behind this?"

"If I'm not wrong, that guy won't jump out at this time." He looked at Wanda and said meaningfully, "And I think that guy's purpose has been achieved."