As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Irelia is the White Saint and the Twilight Witch.

After the great changes in Larnaca City, Irelia entered a secret realm hidden in the library.

In the secret realm, she obtained the inheritance of the first-generation Twilight Witch.

She didn't know the identity of the first-generation Twilight Witch. In the past few months, Irelia even temporarily gave up the practice of various chant haloes and devoted all her energy to the research of twilight magic.

The entire magic book records more like a special way of practice. As for magic, there is only one kind.

That's... dusk!

As for the nature of dusk magic, Irelia has not fully understood it until now.

Of course, Irelia already had two speculations in her mind.

First, dusk magic can accelerate the time on the target hit by the magic, reaching the limit of longevity in a short time.

Second, the essence of dusk magic is to deprive the target of its vitality. Once its vitality is deprived, no matter how powerful it once was, it will inevitably lead to weakness or even death.

Just like Anthony Andre.

Although this kind of strength is strong, it is not much stronger than oneself. At the same time, the magic power is severely depleted and the person is seriously injured. The effect is most obvious.

Anthony Andre was still struggling, but the extent of his struggle was inevitably getting smaller and smaller. His long silver hair also lost its original luster and almost turned into a boring bird's nest in a short period of time.

There were even strange corpse spots on his skin.

Melanin is condensing rapidly on the body.

No matter who looks at it, Anton Pa Andre already looks like he is dying.

Just a few meters away from Anthony Andre, Irelia stopped and stared at Anthony coldly with a pair of crimson eyes, showing no mercy for the struggling old man.

Twilight magic is very powerful.

This magic doesn't even have any level.

Cecilia and Serafina have also joined forces to deal with the Geomancer. Two figures appeared on the other two sides of Anthony Andre, and three women surrounded Anthony in an equilateral triangle.

Although the old man looked like he was about to die, they wouldn't give him a chance.

Gradually, Anthony Andre even lost the strength to struggle. He could not even support his body sitting on the ground. His body fell crookedly to the ground, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was stuck in his throat. He panted loudly.

Then, even the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, drowned, and ceased to exist.

In the end, there was only a dead bone wrapped in tattered cloth and hair like weeds on the ground.

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On the other side, outside Adams City, a large number of remaining soldiers were gathering together.

Among these people were magicians, clergymen, guards, and private soldiers of the three great duke families.

They are very unlucky.

At the very beginning, they were directly treated as cannon fodder by their own family and sent to the battlefield. Facing enemies like Ron and Agnes, the leaders knew very well that these soldiers could not do anything at all. No matter how many there were, With four or five times the number, we might be able to drown Ron by relying on our numerical advantage, but with only 50,000 or 60,000, it's not worth mentioning. A single forbidden spell, or even just a second forbidden spell, can destroy a large area.

After an individual's strength reaches a certain level, it becomes difficult to rely on numbers to win. The real role that these seemingly elite soldiers can play is to consume a wave of Ron and Agnes' magic power before those legendary masters take action.

It's just a pity that both Apu and Virgil underestimated the enemy this time. Who would have thought that Ron could use dragon power, dragon anger, and dragon roar to suppress these private soldiers with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves? , and even killed a legendary one-star player.

And when the war really started, these people found that they could only run away for their lives. Let alone actually participate in the war, even if it was just the aftermath that spread over the battlefield, they could easily kill them. Their bodies were minced into a paste.

Generally speaking, on the battlefield, if one side's army suffers more than three casualties, there will be a major rout.

But the casualty rate of this temporarily formed army reached 50% in an instant. Under such circumstances, there is no one who loves to fight. The blood everywhere and the broken limbs have already crushed the courage in their hearts. They all just hate their parents for having two legs, and the one who runs is called a rabbit. Still fast.

And when they were escaping, the palace had not been completely destroyed. Ron and Agnes were guarding the main entrance, and the king, the vice-pope, and the head of the family were guarding the back. The closest place to escape was. Simon is left.

All the courage and glory are bullshit. In this situation, survival is the most important thing.

After escaping from the palace for a long time, he stopped and took a short rest. There was a sound of breathing like a bellows all around. The soldiers who survived by chance discovered that their bodies were completely soaked with sweat, and their armor was sticky and uncomfortable.

But no one cares about these little things now. Compared with their companions who have died in the battle, they are already very lucky. Even if they are far away from the palace, as long as they think of the scenes in the palace, their faces are still pale. .

They couldn't forget how many of their companions were swept up in the violent magical energy, and their bodies instantly turned into meat.

I can't forget that someone was directly suppressed to the ground by the terrifying power, and his body exploded in an instant, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

I can't forget that in the roar of the dragon, someone's head exploded and blood splattered three feet.

The broken limbs, broken flesh and blood mixed together as if the entire palace floor was covered with a layer of silt.

vomit!

Scenes from the past kept reappearing in his mind. Finally, a private soldier couldn't bear it anymore. He held a big tree as thick as a bowl with one hand and vomited it out.

And this scene seemed to have caused a chain reaction, and the sound of vomiting came from all around one after another.

In a short period of time, the vast and empty woods were filled with a disgusting smell of rancidity.

These private soldiers are extremely weak. In comparison, the members of the Royal Guards and the Knights of the Dawn are obviously better... However, affected by the strange smell of filth, these real elites also feel a constant churning in their abdomens at this time. As he sat, his intestines seemed to be entangled together, and the next second, the sound of vomiting became more frequent.

Not to mention those ordinary soldiers, even some captains, generals and other experts had extremely ugly expressions.

But among this large number of people, there is only one exception.

That's Virgil.

His face was stern, and there was even a slight smile on his lips. His eyes swept around, and there were figures everywhere in the huge forest.

He made a rough estimate in his mind and estimated that only half of the people who could escape safely would be around 30,000.

This is not a small number.