Spellcasting Heavens

How spectacular is the charge of thousands of flame creatures that can't see the end?

Just look at the sluggish crowd in the restaurant at the moment!

Even the strong bald man with a large-caliber revolver had a look of fear and despair in his eyes.

Because not to mention whether the bullets can cause damage to those creatures that obviously have no flesh and blood, the only six bullets in the reels are simply not enough to deal with so many enemies.

Mansha, who was hiding in the bathroom, undoubtedly saw this scene, and asked with a trembling voice: Teach... Professor! I... What should we do now?

Don't be noisy! I'm looking for relevant information! Craig reprimanded forcefully.

Of course, it would have been more convincing if his hands weren't shaking like he had Parkinson's.

But a professor is a professor. After quickly reading the entire description of the flame world, he immediately frowned and searched for similar myths and legends in his mind.

After about three or five minutes, he suddenly shouted with surprise on his face: I know! I know! This Icarlet is actually the flame spirit in *** myths - Ifrit. In fact, In many places in the Middle East, before the birth of *** religion, there is a folk story about the life of a powerful flame. According to archaeological findings, Zoroastrianism, which is the predecessor of Manichaeism, was recorded in murals. A story of a powerful flame elf being imprisoned by the gods, obviously referring to here.

Damn! Professor, what we need now is not these messy things, but how to stop those monsters from burning us to charred corpses. Mansa growled angrily.

She couldn't believe that at this critical moment, the other party was still thinking about deciphering countless puzzling mysteries in ancient books.

No! Child! This is very important! Now that we know the identity of the other party, we can naturally deal with them. Look, there are a lot of magic symbols on it, which can be used to drive away the flame spirits. Come on, bring a kitchen knife. , and let everyone in the restaurant put these three symbols together in order and carve them on the outside wall as quickly as possible. If the description in the book is correct, those monsters can't touch, or even get close. Reg pointed to the three oddly shaped ancient Semitic letters on the back of the second page and explained.

Professor! You'd better hope they're useful, or I promise those people out there will tear you to shreds before you die.

After all, Mansha didn't care too much, and immediately ran to the restaurant to shout at everyone, and then distributed the props in her hand to everyone.

Although some people want to know where these strange symbols came from, they still chose to obey the orders when they were photographed by the flame monsters that were getting closer and closer.

After all, you can't live with anything, and you can't live with your own life.

If you can really survive, it's not too late to ask again later.

As a saying goes, in times of crisis, human beings can often burst out with unimaginable power.

Especially these big-city Americans, who have always been pampered, are now working efficiently enough to make their compatriots feel ashamed. In less than two and a half minutes, the entire restaurant was engraved with dense and mysterious symbols.

When the huge flame monster led his men down to the front and back, everyone returned to the restaurant, staring nervously outside, only to find that the rune engraved just now gave off a faint silver light.

Successfully stopped the monster's footsteps, and the other party just kept spinning around.

God! We're saved! The waitress who was the first to scream drew a cross on her chest with a worried expression on her face.

Don't rush to be happy! Although these guys can't get close, they don't mean to retreat. Don't forget, we are trapped here and can't go anywhere. Once the water and food are used up, the end will not be much better. . Another middle-aged man who looked like a restaurant chef reminded.

Don't worry! Don't forget that we are a restaurant! The food in the cold storage is enough for everyone to eat for at least half a month. The waitress shrugged nonchalantly.

Alas! Stupid woman with big breasts and no brains! Think about it! We've already had a power outage! And we're in an extremely hot environment right now! In a few days at most, all the food in the cold storage will go bad. Three to five days at most, We will fall into the point of no water and no food. The chef directly pointed out the problem in a rather helpless tone.

Shet! My favorite ice cream! Before they melt, take it out and eat it with everyone. The waitress screamed and rushed backstage, took out the ice cream from the machine and distributed it to everyone .

Since the current ambient temperature is at least 40 or 50 degrees in the future, everyone starts to sweat a lot, and they need something to cool down to restore the body temperature to balance.

Just when the brainless guys started to enjoy the coolness brought by the ice cream, a few more sober and calm people quickly came to Mansa's side, and the bald-headed man in the lead fiddled with the revolver in his hand and said in a low voice: Miss, I think you'd better explain, what's all this about? Why do you know that those symbols can stop the flame monster from approaching?

That's right! We have reason to suspect that you and you are the culprit of the disaster. Another person also echoed.

Sorry, I really don't know how to solve it...

Before the girl could finish her sentence, she saw the old professor come out of the bathroom and sit down on the chair opposite.

I saw that he first glanced at the other party with contemptuous eyes, and then sneered and mocked: Are you threatening my students?

Hey! Old guy! Be careful what you say! We just want to find out the truth! The bald man slapped the table hard in warning.

Idiot! Do you think the truth still matters in this state of affairs? What really matters is how to get out of the predicament and return to Los Angeles alive. Craig raised his head fearlessly and looked at him.

He is very clear that if he can't regain the dominance at this moment, then the next day will be sad, so he can't give in a little bit anyway.

Do you have a solution? a white man in his thirties wearing a white shirt tentatively asked.

Craig nodded lightly, and directly opened the ancient book and put it on the table: Yes! Everything is recorded in this book, including this world, including the runes that prevent monsters from approaching, and even going back. Methods.

Fake! Give me the book! The bald strong man grabbed the book on the spot and started flipping through it quickly.

Interestingly, in less than a few seconds, there was an indescribable embarrassment on his face, and he cursed in a low voice: Who can tell me what this crooked thing is on it? Why can't I read a word of it? Understand?

Hearing these words, the old professor involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyes: That is the Sassanian Pahlavi language used in the Persian region in the Middle Ages! Even in the world, there are not many people who can read it. And my students happen to be two of them...