The Endless Shuttle

Of course the arrogant Bathmelo would not listen to Rope, she only trusted her own judgment.

Lorelia sneered.

"You know so clearly about the family and the magician, you can no longer be regarded as an ordinary person? Even if according to what you said, it was mistaken for the existence of "human gods" by Koeniles Aruba, there must be different In ordinary places, seal designation is also a good destination. "

The seal designation is the "protection" of the Magic Association for those with rare abilities on the mysterious side, so that future generations can study the value of their unique abilities.

It is no different from a specimen soaked in formalin.

"...Sigh. Isn't it good to be alive?"

Rope sighed, magicians in this world are always so stubborn. Time is like this, Huang Ye Zonglian is like this, and Wei Gong Qisi is like this, and there will be no tears without the coffin.

——Anyway, the promise that Wuhui will not cause trouble tonight is hopeless.

The single ponytail girl winked, and her subordinates around her, the troop members named "Clone", immediately began to move, surrounding Rope with rapid speed and skill.

Here are all first-class magicians.

An executioner unit dedicated to hunting the dead, formed by Barthmelo Loreliya. Seeing that they are holding various ceremonial costumes in their hands, it is definitely not the academic school who is good at researching in general, but the magicians of the martial school, like Yazonglian Arakawa.

In this regard, Rope couldn't even bother to move.

In the southwest, a twenty-five-year-old youth calmly launched the first offensive.

"——Scharf (sharp), Rotation (rotation)."

His ceremonial outfit is a thorn sword with a faint transparent splash on it.

Accompanied by the two-bar spell in German, the currents swirled, and finally turned into something like a drill.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and he stabbed Lopeli at a strange angle without any difference.

It is not fatal, but it can definitely make ordinary people incapacitated in an instant. His martial arts and judgment can be seen with just this one trick.

but--

"Spiral water magic?"

Luo Pei stunned, then laughed out loud.

"This is really nostalgic..."

"!?"

In just a second, the youth's expression changed from indifferent to shocked.

The spinning water thorn sword nailed his target accurately, tearing Rope's fragile clothes to pieces, but staying on his skin.

The young man immediately increased the strength of the stabbing sword until his dress was bent up, and he did not pierce even one wound on his fair skin. Instead, the force of a stabbing steel made his wrists numb.

Exhausted, when the youth wanted to retreat, it was too late.

"Uh--"

Without even time to react, his neck was pinched by a hand that was not very strong and had dark green magic patterns.

The young man flushed painfully due to lack of oxygen, loosened his magic attire with both hands, and subconsciously wanted to break the palm of his iron tongs.

Then, his pain ended.

Luo Pei is like a cupping, holding his shoulder with the other hand, squeezing his neck, and pulling his head from his body, with a white and fleshy spine.

The blood splattered two meters high, but it bypassed Rope and cast a face on the people surrounding him.

"Water magic is very weak offensive, and protection and healing are the strengths of water magic."

Luo Pei discarded the **** in his hand, and said with a false sense of regret: "If you want to play close combat, it is best to add a layer of armor to yourself with the strengths of water magic - this is the advice of the seniors who have the same attribute as "water." "

The surrounding Clone team members were stunned.

Although the strength of the dead youth is still at the bottom of the Clone, the ability to join this hunting troop is definitely recognized by Bathmelo Lorelia.

But such a person, in the hands of a man who didn't feel dangerous in front of him, turned out to be an instant kill? !

Rope clapped his hands and looked at the single ponytail **** the steps.

Loreliya's expression was indifferent, it seemed that only an ant was dead, not a member of the Clone team she cherished. The demeanor of the Lord of the Clock Tower can be seen.

"Is it too late to go back now? I will treat it as if I didn't see it, and I won't blame your subordinates for ruining my clothes." He reminded kindly.

"—Continue to attack."

The future Sorcerer Marshal answered Rope with simple short sentences.

Chapter 26 Crushing Combat, A Completely Misunderstood Identity

After a brief hesitation, the surrounding magicians immediately regained their mentality and rushed forward like a mad dog.

"Curse of Weakness", "Fire Magic", "Spirit", "Strengthening", "Rune of Rune"-

A wide variety of magic tricks spilled on Rope like raindrops, mixed with assaults by those with excellent fighting skills.

Luo Peirao has the superb magic resistance of steel and iron, and he is not willing to stand there stupidly. Even if his body is not injured, his clothes do not have the same ability.

Dexterously circling between several people, Rope tilted his head to avoid a green flame bomb, and punched the belly of another male who sneaked from the shadow.

Without using the incarnation of a "banteng", his arm strength surpassed one hundred and forty times that of ordinary people opened a terrifying hole for him. The internal organs, bones, and blood were beaten everywhere by the punch, and a rib was like a razor, inserted into the neck of a poor creature behind the man, and was killed immediately.

-It is another loss of two people.

During the battle, Rope was still in a leisurely mood to speak to the single ponytail **** the steps, with a frivolous expression.

"Miss Bathmelo, is this your "first-rate" magician subordinate? It doesn't seem to reach the level where the "ancestors" can be hunted according to the rumors. "

He squatted down, avoiding the weird robe that looked like a curtain.

Looking up, the shadow of the robe concealed countless scarlet eyes, and the snakes in the shadow rushed out of it, trying to use their fangs with a strong curse to make Rope useless.

"Successful—"

While Rope was attracted by the attack above his head, the young female magician showed a distorted smile and drew out the graceful arc of the Rune very quickly.

"Ansuz"

The rune requested from the gods, the air turned into sharp arrows, floating densely around Rope.

With this magic, even the dead will be penetrated into a sieve that cannot be revived.