I'm not a magician

Catherine took a small step back in shock, staring at Aiwen in a daze. From the first time she met Aiwen, she had easily figured out this gentle and harmless boy.

He was silent most of the time, whether he had just killed a wicked monk or handed a piece of freshly baked bread to a homeless man on the street corner, he did not reveal words or even reveal his emotions.

He is like a burst of warm sun, silently driving away the darkness and silently giving warmth.

Catherine has mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, she hates such a selfless and harmless character, but on the other hand, she longs for the warm sunshine to shine on her.

But now she knows that this kind of treatment can only be fully enjoyed by certain people.

Aiwen now looks at Catherine in the same way as the previous priests. They are all despicable and shameless predators who want to take away his cherished treasures.

In an instant, dots of light appeared around Aiwen's body, and each dot of light was like a ball of light the size of a marble, spinning around him rapidly, making bursts of cracking sounds and faint cracking sounds.

This is the magic used by Saint Keli. She used a ball of light to drive back a team of goblins. Now, Aiwen seems to be in the sea of ​​light, and the gap between the ball of light passing by, Eyebrows are like ice.

Catherine's face turned pale, she clenched the dagger in her hand, restrained the desire to run away in a hurry, and shouted: "Stop him!"

The guards behind her swarmed up, and the colorful sword qi wrapped sharp rays of light on the snow-white long swords. The strong strength of the warrior made the sword cut through the obstruction of the magic circle, and slashed at Aiwen's thin body!

Catherine retreated to a safe distance, made a decisive decision, and ordered the rest of the people: "Tell the magician to stop sending magic power to the magic circle! Destroy the magic circle elsewhere!"

"But those nobles..." One of the guards couldn't help asking, a little unwilling.

"There's no time to deal with them!" Catherine stepped on William, who was about to take the opportunity to slip away, and said harshly, "We can't control them anymore, we are going to leave now!"

She frowned and looked at the place where Linton was, knowing that this was also an uncontrollable factor, she pointed the dagger in their direction and continued to order: "Let the rest of the people snatch that old man over and try to take him away!"

After Catherine gave the order, she pulled William up from the ground, and ran away under the escort of two swordsmen.

The guards who rushed up just now were sent to die. They must not be able to beat Ivan, but they can buy her a while... Catherine was thinking about it, and looked back, but suddenly her eyes widened!

Rays of light came out from between a group of guards. A dozen or so high-ranking fighters had no time to resist. Under the explosion of a dozen orbs of light, they flew screaming and flying for a long distance. The broken armor and sword branches were like rain. The same was scattered on the ground.

The ball of light around Aiwen's body didn't seem to decrease at all. He turned around and quietly watched the direction in which they fled.

Catherine observed his movement and hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

The two guards didn't know why, so they stopped obediently. Sure enough, as soon as Catherine finished speaking, a light wall stood up against their noses!

When William stopped, his body leaned forward. After the light wall was erected, his scalp felt hot and cold, and a clump of brown hair fell to the ground from his eyes.

He was so frightened that he let out a throat, and fell back to the ground, his legs trembling and trembling. If he stopped later, the four of them would definitely turn into eight petals!

Catherine's fingers were also trembling, she closed her eyes, turned around calmly, and said calmly to Ivan: "The most sensible thing for you now is to take your friends away immediately, and no one can leave later .”

As if he didn't hear, Ai Wen continued to walk towards them with a cold face. The light spots around him stagnated and turned into clusters of sharp light cones, pointing at them.

Just as the light cone began to rotate, there were explosions from all over the arena, and the magic circle covering the entire venue was gradually collapsing, leaving only the magic circle near Aiwen still flickering.

At the moment when the huge magic circle was completely shattered, the nobles who were affected all came back to their senses. They regained their sanity and the use of their abilities.

They recalled the scene of being teased and slaughtered just now, and the anger in their hearts became more vigorous, and their gloomy eyes were attracted by the remaining light of the magic circle, and fell on the black-robed magician surrounded by light spots.

Catherine twitched the corners of her mouth, with a hint of madness in her eyes, she retreated behind the two swordsmen: "You don't have the strength to deal with the two swordsmen immediately, are you sure you want to fight with us? Are you not afraid of being besieged by those lunatics?"

Catherine looked at the nobles rushing here, she was betting that Aiwen would be afraid, and felt that she had a great chance of winning.

Sure enough, Ai Wen stopped in his tracks. He glanced here carefully, put away the light cones around his body, and said softly: "Of course I'm not afraid, because there are people guarding me behind me, and you will never know what this is." Feel."

Instead of attacking, Aiwen put away his palm and instantly cracked the light wall behind Catherine.

Catherine saw a gleam of coldness in his clear eyes, and she reacted quickly. She didn't even have time to call for the guards, and she was about to run aside after her breath stopped!

But a pincer-like hand clasped her ankle, preventing her from moving, and William, lying on his side on the ground, turned his head, with a bald forehead, and grinned maliciously at her.

"Pfft." The sound of the long sword piercing through the chest was dull, Catherine blinked her eyes, and in the increasingly blurred vision, only the expressions of the remaining two guards changed suddenly, and they ran away.

Catherine stood here alone. Behind her were two half-brothers with different thoughts. In front of her was a collaborator who had turned against each other. Her hands lost strength, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

At the last moment when her consciousness dissipated, she suddenly understood why her mother committed suicide in the silent cell, because they spent their whole lives looking for someone they could use, and once they couldn't find someone, it was time for them to give up.

Louis pulled out the long sword from Catherine's chest, and watched her coldly lying on the ground, twitching slightly and losing her life.

Catherine is a powerless person, but her dying time is longer than that of the king. She raised her head with difficulty, but she was looking in Ji Chi's direction, spitting blood vaguely: "Why, why... our souls... Powerful, why can't I... be like you?"

Ji Chi met her unwilling eyes, and sighed softly: "You are indeed trying hard to resist, but this world is not yours alone, you still need company and rescue..."

Ji Chi said that he lost his mind first, and he suddenly discovered that the game in the previous life was actually no different from the current world. The main mission is a pre-arranged destiny. Each trajectory of action is controlled clearly.

And the hidden mission requires the player's own efforts, wisdom and luck to break through an unprecedented road with spontaneous behavior.

Ji Chi suddenly looked back at Chloe, this mainline boss who was supposed to be beaten to pieces by the players, now looks like a pretty girl, punching a child, trying to kill the gangsters who tried to get close to the arena Hit and yell.

There is also the fallen angel Lei Ze, who was supposed to bear hundreds of lives and was beheaded by the players amidst hatred and grief. Now he has mixed into the Holy See and seems to have reached a good position, becoming the bishop of a poor place.

Ji Chi murmured unconsciously: "Yes, I have to save them, they are the key to changing fate..."

At the same time, on the top of Yura, the highest point of the kingdom of angels, a pair of extremely pure blue pupils slowly opened. He sat on the throne made of divine power, staring at the blue light screen in front of him, and the light screen reflected There is a shrunken version of the Demon Sword Continent, but it is falling apart.

"Why... [Control] is failing?" He asked in disbelief, but no one could answer.He was angry and struggled on the seat of God, but the power of [control] was also controlling him, making him unable to leave the seat of God, "I am the god! This continent is under my control! Why...how? Will this happen?"

Ji Chi suddenly understood what was going on, but he couldn't clear his mind for a while. Not far away, the nobles of various professions started to resist fiercely again. They gathered in twos and threes to kill the ghost knights. Even though they were tall, they were not as flexible as humans. Under the organized siege of the nobles, they scattered into piles of bones and disappeared into pools of blood.

The nobles did not go after the fleeing Gladiolus congregation, they fixed their eyes on Ji Chi and Ai Wen, and wanted to cut them into pieces. As long as these two tumor-like civilians were removed, the remaining Just solve it slowly.

Aiwen watched the approaching nobles vigilantly, and he looked down at the child in his hand, a little hesitant.

At this time, the old butler walked out from behind Brandon, stepped forward to hug the child, covered the child's ears, and said with a smile: "I can help you with this little matter, but I'm sorry, I can't let the young master get involved in this matter." There's a storm."

Brandon stared, dissatisfied: "No, I can't look at them—"

"Master Brandon, you are the sole heir of Earl Elliott's family, representing the position of Earl Elliott as a nobleman. You have grown up and can no longer be willful." The old butler said lightly, with no tone Half point back.

Brandon choked, puffing up like a pufferfish being held in his hands, but unable to actually explode and hurt others.

"Brandon, just protect yourself." Ji Chi turned his head and smiled at him, "And, where is your battlefield?"

Ji Chi tapped Louis who was silently wiping his sword with his chin.

Brandon reacted for a while, and suddenly understood——Louis has the best relationship with him, and he is the one who is most likely to prevent Louis from repeating the same mistakes as Stuart IX.

"Don't worry, I will hold him, he will be a good monarch." Brandon clenched his fists and assured Ji Chi.

The old housekeeper smiled gratifiedly: "Also, Master and Madam will not be stingy in helping a benevolent monarch."

Ji Chi nodded reassuringly. At this time, Ai Wen was the only one left beside him. He glanced at him and raised the corner of his mouth: "Now it's time to settle your score."

Ai Wen was stunned: "Huh? At this time?"

The ferocious faces of the nobles in front of them are already close in front of them.

Ji Chi: "Well, to be precise, it's not me who wants to settle accounts, but another person. She has tolerated you for a long time."

As soon as the words fell, a gloomy voice came from behind Ivan's head: "It's amazing, Ivan, do you really want to be a brave man who can fight against the enemy alone? Has your brain been assimilated by Brandon?"

St. Kelly is also not so easy to deceive. She has deceived a group of people in the Holy See for so many years, and Aiwen's disguise is as vulnerable as a cicada's wing in her eyes.

So, following Aiwen's wishes, she pretended to be fooled out of the arena, and made a decision that she had been planning for a long time.

Looking at the messy arena from the stands, she smiled and said, "It's really chaotic, how many forces are there now? Nobles and civilians, the Holy See and rebels, the contradictions between each other are very deep."

"Then how about adding another one?" St. Claire's scarlet eyes were full of smiles, "We dark creatures have been suffering for a long time. They are obviously the same intelligent race, so why should we be inferior?"

St. Claire raised her right hand in the air, and a rose scepter symbolizing the devil emerged in her palm. She raised her jaw proudly: "Then let's start with the Saint Tri Empire. The figure of the devil will be Walking in the center of this continent openly."

Lilith, who was standing behind her, frowned and smiled: "Of order, my master."

With a wave of Lilith's hand, countless nightingales flew up out of thin air, hovering densely over the arena, blocking the pouring sunlight.

The nobles stopped in their tracks, raised their heads in horror and bewilderment, and heard the loud noises instantly explode in the arena.

"Oh! The little master is calling us!"

"What's wrong? What did we do wrong? Are we going to be beaten again?"

"No, no! Are you a bit promising! This time we beat someone else!"

"Oh! That's good! I'm coming, little master~"

The demon bone wings covering the sky replaced the nightingale's wings, flapping in the arena, rolling up waves of irregular air currents, disrupting the breathing of the nobles.

"How could it be a demon? What are demons doing here?!"

"It's endless, isn't it? Despicable civilians, dirty dark creatures! Go to death!"

Ji Chi smiled amusedly. He raised his hand and rubbed against the sluggish Ivan, borrowing some European energy, and summoned the world boss Necromancer summoner he had summoned before.

"Then let's make it more lively." Ji Chi smiled, "If you want to change the concept of a group of people, you must first stand upright in front of them."