Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

It was expected by Vincent that the afterimage of the angel would follow him closely.

So when he fought against the afterimage of the angel, he didn't even use his trump card, but let the afterimage of the angel draw his attention to himself.

Vincent is just a bait, and Caesarline is the real backer.

Caesarion's face was slightly stern, he was holding a long sword, and the purple thunder condensed on the tip of the sword came quietly behind the afterimage of the angel.

"——What?!" The afterimage of the angel turned serious, he reacted quickly, but faster than him was Caesarion's sword light whistling with thunder!

Vincent is holding the staff in his hand - being able to use the staff is enough to show that Vincent attaches great importance to the afterimage of the angel - Vincent holds the staff flat in front of him.

The ice shield and wind shield that were broken by the afterimage of the angel just now did not dissipate completely, and the wind elemental spirits dragged those ice fragments into the wind.

These ice chips that blended into the air followed Caesarline and attacked the afterimage of the angel. Even though the speed of the afterimage of the angel was not captured by ordinary humans, those ice chips that were easily overlooked fell on the afterimage of the angel with the wind. on the wings.

After the angel afterimage is strengthened, although its attack and defense capabilities have increased several times, it also has a shortcoming.

——that is, his body transformed from an illusion to an entity that can be attacked.

That's why Vincent's little trick can be successful.

When those ice shards landed on the wings of the afterimage of the angel, they were not as light and beautiful as they looked.

Just when these sparkling debris touched the white feathers, a thick block of ice instantly spread from the contacted part, freezing all the wings of the angel afterimage.

If the angel afterimage hadn't reacted quickly enough to disperse the ice shards with magic, otherwise his entire body would have been frozen.

But in this way, the slow movement caused by the ice chips gave Caesarion a great chance.

"Bam—"

A huge roar resounded through this vast expanse of heaven and earth. Using the sword as a spear, Caesarion directly suppressed the afterimage of the angel from the air to the ground.

"Ugh...!"

The afterimage of the angel was unable to defend in time, and only had time to raise his weapon to block Caesarlane's heavy blow.

He has never been so embarrassed, even in the previous battle between gods and demons, angels were invincible.

Am I underestimating human beings?

The afterimage of the angel felt the pain for a long time.

He was slammed into the ground by Caesarion. Even if this illusion subconsciously protected its creator, it couldn't stop the damage and paralysis caused by the ice crystals and thunder strikes on the angel's afterimage.

The afterimage of the angel struggled to get up from the deep pit, but Vincent's next attack was coming immediately.

"I won't give you a chance."

Vincent didn't talk nonsense, he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and several chains of wind trapped the afterimage of the angel in the deep pit.

But the afterimage of the angel was not in a hurry, and instead showed a mocking smile at Vincent: "You don't think that this level of magic can be effective for me?"

As the afterimage of the angel said, the magic that was originally left on his body was absorbed and instead became his strength.

However, this absorbed power also has a time limit, but one's own magic is not only ineffective against the enemy, but will become the enemy's power instead. This is a more terrifying blow to a magician than anything else.

The angel's afterimage had a haughty smile on its lips. Although the chains that bound him were absorbing slowly, it was only a matter of time before they broke free.

"I've said it before, I won't give you a chance." Vincent said with a sigh, he opened his space ring, and silently recited the floating spell.

From the black different space, the weapons that combined technology and magic that Vincent had made emerged one by one.

As Vincent's former apprentice, Caesarline certainly knew how terrifying these seemingly harmless things were.

He quickly flew to Vincent's side and stood in the safest place.

"How far human beings have progressed, please experience it for yourself."

Vincent smiled, then raised his right hand.

"Fire!"

Under Vincent's order, they floated in the air, aimed their guns at the cannons of the angel afterimages who were about to break free from the magic chains, and fired all at once!

The orange flames flooded the verdant grassland, and the continuous roaring sound almost shattered the eardrums of the afterimage of the angel.

--What exactly is this! ?

The afterimage of the angel wanted to ask, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a tight pain in his chest, a roar in his ears, and a sweet smell of rust in his throat, and he didn't even know whether he had asked the question.

The afterimage of the angel seemed to be stepping on the soft clouds. If it wasn't for the protective cover that opened automatically on his body to block most of the firepower for him, he would have been seriously injured by those strange weapons at this moment.

But even with the protection of the shield, he couldn't move at all at this moment.

It was Angel's complete defeat.

He tried his best to look at Vincent, but Vincent put those strange weapons back into his warehouse with a flat expression, and then landed beside the afterimage of the angel.

"It looks like we won." Caesarion heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and looked at Vincent.

"Well, yes." Vincent also returned a smile, and then turned his gaze to the miserable and charred angel.

Vincent bent down and asked kindly: "How does it feel to be pressed and rubbed on the ground by a human being that you despise and despise?"

The part of the afterimage of the angel that was burned by the gunfire just now has recovered more than half of it under the healing of the light element.

The muscle fibers wrapped around the skeleton and grew rapidly. This should have been painful, but on the angel's restored face, there was no pain at all.

"What kind of magic is this?" The angel stared straight at Vincent, as if he would not stop asking questions.

"You want to know?" Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Tell me, I will release you from here, and I will send you the underground labyrinth. Even I myself can be your summoning spirit."

The afterimage of the angel's eyes were burning, and in the short time he spoke, most of the injuries he had just suffered had healed, as if he could stand up again at any time.

But he was not in a hurry to launch the next wave of attacks, but stared at Vincent and waited for an answer.

"You want to know—but why should I tell you?"

Vincent chuckled lightly, and said this with the expression that the angel once showed him.

"The underground labyrinth already belongs to Caesarion, I just want to beat you with Caesarion."

Vincent said seriously.

Before Vincent entered this illusion, he had already made the ownership of this underground labyrinth belong to Caesarlane.

Now all he needed was for him and Caesarion to go out of this illusion, and everything would be over.

"Your illusion made Caesarion sad, and this is what offended me the most."

Vincent squeezed Caesarion's hand beside him, and said coldly.

"Just because of this?"

The angel said in disbelief.

"Although I'm just an afterimage, my power should not be underestimated——Vincent, you should be the clearest?!"

The afterimage of the angel became excited, and even the voice was a little hoarse and no longer as elegant as before.

"The strength you've shown speaks for itself."

Caesarline took over Vincent's words, and he and Vincent became more and more in harmony.

Vincent didn't stop there, but the afterimage of the angel seemed unwilling to give up.

"Humans are quite vengeful creatures. Since you can tease Vincent and me out of boredom, why can't we take revenge on you?"

What's more, what Caesarline and Vincent did was simply beat up the afterimage of the angel and hang his curiosity.

In all fairness, such revenge is generous enough.

"Gee..."

The throat of the afterimage of the angel let out an unwilling sound, and he stretched out his hand towards Vincent, as if he wanted to grab Vincent.

However, Caesarline stood in front of Vincent one step ahead of him, preventing the angel from taking any chance.

"Vincent... Damn it!"

The afterimage of the angel wobbled and stood up. His injuries had not fully recovered, and the skin and flesh on the right side of his body were still scorched black, but he seemed to be feeling no pain, and rushed toward Vincent stubbornly.

Now that Vincent has vented his anger, he has no intention of entangled with the afterimage of the angel anymore.

Vincent had already analyzed this illusion, and the reason why he stayed here was to take Caesarline away and give the angel a good meal.

Now that both goals have been achieved, there is no reason to stay here.

Vincent pulled Caesarline, who was standing in front of him, back to his side. The wind magic wrapped the bodies of the two, and led them to fly upwards slowly, leaving only the angel who stumbled and wanted to spread his broken wings on the ground. look at them.

"It's finally over."

Vincent let out a long sigh of relief, and accelerated the operation of the magic power, making them fly faster in the air.

"Yes." Caesarline looked at Vincent tenderly.

He took Vincent's hand back, and his fingers were tightly intertwined with Vincent's.

"Speaking of which, I'm curious. Vincent, what did you see in your illusion? Your realm seems to have improved and broken through again."

Caesarion asked.

Regarding the change of his sweetheart, he naturally discovered it immediately, but the situation was urgent just now, and there was not enough time for Caesarline to ask Vincent in detail.

Vincent paused, then slightly turned his head to the side: "This... I'll tell you after I get out."

Caesarline wanted to say something, but when he saw Vincent's red ear tips under the black hair, he suddenly realized something.

There was a gentle smile in his blue eyes, and he replied softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to talk to me slowly."

When Vincent and Caesarline left this illusion, it was as abrupt as when they came into this illusion.

Just passing through the clouds, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, from the white clouds to a room full of books.

"This is the third floor of the underground labyrinth?" Caesarion raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yeah, this third floor is probably the angel's room. The illusion that you and I just entered is this box and this book."

Vincent motioned Caesarline to look at the table in the room.

The box looked like a model Vincent had seen before, and the palace inside was also what Vincent had seen before entering the illusion.

"This power is indeed very powerful. It is just an afterimage, and it can create such an illusion."

Caesarline and Vincent thought of something together, his face darkened, he pursed his lips and said.

"Fortunately, he's just an afterimage, otherwise you and I would probably have to work harder to get out safely."

Vincent let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's get out of here." Caesarion said, holding Vincent's hand.

"Wait a little longer." Vincent replied.

He walked to the only table in this room, picked up the book they just came out, and the model grid of the palace into the storage space, and then continued to walk towards Caesarion.

"That way it's all right."

Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the unexpected third floor of the underground maze for the last time, and left with Caesarion.