I'm not a magician

Ji Chi swallowed silently, feeling that he also needed to calm down.

Was the saint originally designed by this person?Ji Chi was full of question marks. He could almost imagine that if this scene was seen by those players in his previous life, it would be the end of thousands of homeboys.

It's hard to say the end of thousands of homeboys, but it must be Aiwen's end now.

His faith was a little bit broken, and he said "Huh?" in a daze.

Sheng Keli twitched the corners of her mouth and rolled her huge eyes: "Get out of here when you're awake. If you're scared, just learn from your roommate and hide behind with the child in your arms!"

Ji Chi with the little undead on his arm: "???" Why did the ginseng attack me?

St. Kelly didn't want to talk to these two useless men. She threw Aiwen away from her body like trash, shook the reins with both hands, and dazzling light elements floated around her, leaning over to the Goblin team. rushed in.

The monsters were getting closer and closer to the goblins, and Saint Keli could almost smell the stench coming from them. She stared at the ever-increasing distance between the two sides, and opened and closed her lips briskly.

Seeing that the goblin's drooling fangs were about to bite St. Colly's leg, she calmly took out her staff from the side of her leg and waved it down with cold and deep eyes.

A dazzling and bright ball of light shot out from the tip of the staff, spun rapidly around St. Claire and the monster, and hit every goblin trying to approach with afterimages, making a terrifying bang and scorching sound. Pasty smell.

The goblins screamed and fled in disorder, trying to avoid this terrifying woman.

But St. Colly didn't intend to let them go. She smiled slightly, her gentle smile was soft and beautiful, but there was a faintly repressed madness hidden.

At this moment, the ball of light around her suddenly shattered, chasing goblins one by one, and bursting when it hit the flesh. The smelly blood and stumps burst into bursts of light. Splashed all over the forest.

Ji Chi, who was holding the baby, and Ai Wen, who was kneeling on the ground, faded away on the spot.

They looked at Sheng Keli, who was crazy about killing on the field, and looked at each other, feeling psychedelic in each other's eyes.

When the light gradually subsided, the dying wailing of the goblin also subsided. In the chaos, St. Colly sat on the monster and looked down at the battlefield with a tall and straight posture. Her eyes showed disdain and arrogance. Putting the thin staff in his arms, he controlled the monster to walk back and forth lightly.

There was still a splash of goblin blood on Aiwen's face. He raised his hand to wipe it off, and stood up from the ground with trembling legs. also fell to the ground.

Sheng Keli sat straddling the tall monster, looked down at Ivan when he passed by him, retracted his eyes and sneered slightly: "Another one who was raised by the Holy See..."

Aiwen stood up straight, pursed his lips, the palm of the hand holding the staff in the robe was wet with sweat, and the pointed staff trembled slightly with his right hand.

He thought himself too strong, thinking that as long as he kept working hard, he could save everyone.

In fact, he couldn't save anyone, and even hid behind others to seek shelter...he was still the same as before.

Ai Wen bit his lower lip pale, and his thinking fell into the quagmire of chaos again.

Ji Chi felt Aiwen's emotional fluctuations and frowned. He found that Aiwen's tonight was very different from his usual ones. Although his little roommate would be stupid from time to time, it would definitely not be such an extremely negative emotion. .

Fear before, sluggishness and self-loathing now.

It's not the expression that a little sun should have at all.

Ji Chi didn't know how to comfort him, and was a little helpless. His raised hand froze for a moment, and it still lightly fell on Ai Wen's shoulder: "Don't think too much, everyone has their own things they are good at, and there are still people in Bien Village Waiting for you to save it."

St. Keli turned over from the tall monster, shook the blood-stained clothes, heard this sentence by accident, her eyes dimmed, and she repeated softly: "Everyone has something they are good at... "

After she finished speaking, she gave a chuckle with unknown meaning, turned her head to look at Ji Chi, and her eyes became a little mocking again: "Then what are you good at? You are very talented in magic. Magic, I also used it today, it is very powerful..."

St. Keli raised her white and slender right hand and looked at it. She used this hand just now to try to integrate the three kinds of magic for the first time and easily killed more than a dozen goblins: "But I observed For a long time, you are really not interested in magic, so what are you good at? A genius of all elements?"

St. Keli, who had revealed her true character, didn't want to hide anything anymore. She looked at Ji Chi steadily, her dark blue pupils in the twilight without any warmth.

Ji Chi was silent for a while.

He is indeed not good at anything. The 25 years of being imprisoned by a weak body have wiped out all his talents. If there is anything different from ordinary people, it may be the perseverance of not accepting fate.

However, since he came to this world and lived with a group of lively young people for a long time, Ji Chi discovered that he might be really good at some things.

Ji Chi fished up the little undead that had slipped off his arm, and said with a serious face, "Maybe it's for taking care of the children."

The little undead who died early tomorrow but still felt uncomfortable: "???"

Sheng Keli put away the half-smile expression on her face, took a cool look at Ji Chi, turned around and directed a ball of light with her hand: "Let's go, a bunch of broken arms and legs, it's very comfortable to stay here Is it?"

So which aunt's masterpiece is this? Ji Chi sighed in his heart, is a rebellious girl so fickle...

He turned around helplessly, picked up the little undead and was about to put it on the back of the monster.

"Be careful—" Just when everyone was relaxing, Ivan suddenly yelled, his heart-piercing voice was as sharp and desperate as if he was immersed in a nightmare.

He leaped forward with a stride, blocking Saint Keli behind him, his movements were so fast that no one could react.

Aiwen didn't have time to recite the incantation to release the magic, so he could only stand upright, with the thin staff lying in front of him in vain, and a sharp black claw was reflected in his pupil, grabbing towards his chest with a fishy wind.

It was a goblin that hadn't died yet. It was hidden in a pile of scattered limbs. No one found that it still had breath.

But it was not far from death, half of its bloody body was full of violent anger and madness, and it slammed the final blow at Aiwen who stood in front of St. Keli.

Ji Chi's pupils constricted suddenly, he kicked hard on the wet mud with his toes, and flew towards Ai Wen.

All players in Devil Sword Continent are familiar with a common sense, when the bloodline drops below a certain level, the monsters will go berserk, and the monsters in this state will have 2 to 3 times the normal attack power.

Ivan's little crispy skin will definitely not be able to withstand even one blow-he will die.

The blood-stained claws had already reached the academy badge under Aiwen's cloak, and Aiwen lowered his head slowly, watching the sharp claws penetrate the cloak, split the badge, and touch the tender skin.

Just when Ji Chi's eyes were filled with astonishment and regret, "Boom—" a burst of light suddenly spread from Aiwen's body, forming a warm yellow protective shield around him and St. Claire, and bounced the broken goblin to the ground. On the tree trunk next to it, there was a loud noise of bone and flesh shattering.

The goblin slapped on the tree trunk could no longer see its pre-birth form, and the bloody pool made it hard to imagine what kind of damage it had suffered.

Aiwen has not yet recovered from the despair of dying, his eyes slowly moved away from the hole in his chest, and he glanced blankly at the goblin who couldn't die anymore: "Ah...why? Is it the one that died?"

Hearing this, Ji Chi, who had lost 5000 armor points when he hit the protective cover with the brakes too late, felt a strong desire to complain in his heart!

Don't worry about that goblin who already has residual blood, do you know how much armor I lost?

five thousand!A full five thousand!Do you know how many little crispy skins are enough to die with this blood?you do not know!

Speaking of which, the final boss attack I encountered didn't reach below [-]. In fact, you are the boss, right?

Ji Chi touched the dimmed orange amulet on his chest, always feeling that the strong emotion just now was a wrong payment after all.

He froze and calmed down for a while, and then carefully looked at the protective cover around Ivan. After realizing what it was, his eyes widened slightly, and his whole body was even worse.

The Morning Staff held by Aiwen is very famous in the magic sword game, not because of its anti-sky attributes, but mainly because of a passive skill added to it, which is very... European-style.

[When attacked, there is a 0.01% chance to trigger a blessing: God's Blessing]

[God's Blessing: Within 300 seconds, a protective shield will be formed within a radius of two meters of the character, ineffective for any attack, and five times the damage will be reflected. 】

The hood that is invincible for 5 minutes and bounces back five times is indeed a god-like existence in the game, but the 0.01% trigger rate is so tiny that many players think it is an official setting to amuse them.

At the moment when this weapon was newly released, the magician players felt very upright, and then started the journey of beating—competing who is the fastest to come out of the protective cover (the most European).

During that time, the idle players even set up a chat on Weibo——#This month you were beaten out of the cover#

That's right, it's not today, not this week, but this month. One can imagine how low the probability of this passive skill is to the extent that both humans and gods are indignant.

And now, the kid in front of Ji Chi was attacked for the first time after getting the staff, and this skill was triggered...

Ji Chi, who has always understood that his fate is not good, has a smiling face :)

Aiwen has not escaped from the shadow of impending death, and his whole body is in a dazed state. He moved his feet, trying to reach out to touch the warm cover that protects him, but found that the boundary line has been moving with him, and he has never been able to touch it.

"What's going on?" He murmured, his confused eyes swept across Ji Chi who had nothing to say, and then St. Colly who had been silent.

St. Keli raised her head and took a deep look at Ivan's slow expression of gratitude. She turned around and climbed onto the back of the monster, her hand holding the rein was tightly squeezed, and then slowly loosened. She shook Let the beast trot forward.

When passing by Aiwen, a vague, wind-wrapped whisper passed by his ears: "What I said before... sorry..."