The Primordial Wizard

Suddenly, Ansesta felt a chill behind him, and relying on the strength of his waist and abdomen in the air, he turned 180 degrees with a bang.

A shadow chased Ansesta from behind like a sharp arrow, and he narrowly dodged it. Ansesta, suspended in mid-air, had a wound on his vicissitudes handsome face, making a hissing sound.

The Shadow Arrow seemed to be highly corrosive and toxic. The power of the shadow of the abyss wreaked havoc on the wound, making him feel paralyzed and sick.

Ansesta forcibly concentrated her energies on the wound, and with pure energies, she actually prevented the erosion of the shadow power of the abyss.

At this time, the dark believers on the opposite side raised their hands, and a shadow arrow appeared above each person's head, pointing at Ansesta who was in the air and had nowhere to rely.

Death! This thought floated in his mind, reminding him of the last charge of the knights that night.

Perhaps it would be better to die then, my brothers, and let us meet again on the other side of the River Styx.

Just as Ansesta's thoughts surfaced, a fiery yellow figure descended from the sky, bang!

The yellow figure landed right between Ansesta and Shadow Arrow. He raised his hands forward and let out a loud shout.

boom!

A huge fiery yellow shield wall appeared, blocking all shadow arrows.

The yellow figure looked back at Ansesta, and said with a big smile, Uncle Melancholy, there are so many enemies worth fighting, you can't let you alone!

Arnold!

Ansesta was greatly shocked. He believed that Arnold's talent and simple spirit would be enough to understand the power of mind someday in the future, but he did not expect that Arnold would understand the power of mind now and use it so proficiently.

At this moment, he felt deeply lost. Could this be the difference between an ordinary person and a genius?

Back in time, Arnold was running towards the asylum. He has achieved mental overclocking through mind-flow training a long time ago. In a sense, Arnold is indeed a genius of knight practice.

Although he is a scumbag, he finally memorized the idea of ​​minimalist meditation during this period of time. With the help of the idea of ​​minimalist meditation, he has exploded his accumulation of a year of mind-flow training in just a few days, and completed the initial demonization. Inherent magic power is produced.

He walked back the way he came. Although he didn't understand the principles that Uncle Youyou said, he had his own intuition.

This intuition told him that going back, not fearing danger, and fighting side by side with his companions is the true path of knighthood!

I am a man of true heroic qualities. I feel that I will be a true knight only if I go to the poorhouse. Father, you will agree, right?

A Nuo muttered to himself, the scene of his father raising the hunting knife and rushing towards the dark believer seemed to appear in front of his eyes, remembering that he was caught by the dark believer, and his father was killed and hung on the branch to dry out.

My father, a real hero! I will also be a real hero, inheriting your courage.

Arnold walked resolutely, his courage and will naturally revealed, and with his retrograde movement, he blended with his own inherent magic power little by little. On this silent road, the magic power seemed to be jubilant and jumping for joy.

They seem to be excited about a knight's self-awareness, scrambling to integrate into Arnold's body and strengthen him. The inherent magic power is constantly strengthening, and Arnold's powerful heartbeat is particularly eye-catching on the silent road.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A huge amount of magic power merged into A Nuo's body, turned into his inherent magic power, blended with his courage and creed, and turned into heart power, pouring into A Nuo's heart like waves.

There seems to be the roar of the waves, celebrating and shouting, they are celebrating the birth of a new knight, the knight of courage, Arno the Retrograde.

A Nuoming realized his knighthood, and his whole person changed drastically.

On his way back to the almshouse, he was determined, and even reached the peak level of an intermediate wizard apprentice in an instant from the level of an intermediate wizard apprentice who had just produced inherent magic power.

If you use the analogy of a descendant of a god, at this moment, he is infinitely close to the lowest level of a hero.

After that, Arnold accurately jumped from a high place and landed between Ansesta and the dark believer. Arnold's courage and heart were burning, which strengthened his whole body, including his eyes of course.

The huge fiery yellow wall shield consumes most of Arnold's energy, and there is a price to be paid for being handsome.

Arnold felt the exhaustion of mental energy in his body, so he simply increased his strength, and the courage shield deformed under his will, turning into a fiery halo, sweeping away the dozen or so dark believers.

Ansesta fell in the same direction and directly attacked the gray believer behind him. The blue water rippled across, and the gray believer let out a scream, and his right arm fell.

As an old knight, Ansesta is very stingy about using his own power, or he doesn't have Arnold's mental strength that is naturally superior to ordinary people, and he is very clear about every part of his power.

It is his style to use the mind power with the help of the long sword, minimize the consumption and maximize the benefits.

Another azure blue arc slid across, and the gray believer with the broken arm had just sunk half into the shadow, but Ansesta cut off the half that hadn't sunk.

Papa papa!

It's really an interesting performance. I didn't expect to meet such a strange existence as you besides the descendants of the gods.

In the darkness, a figure emerged from the pitch-black ground, with a tall hood, a gray-gold robe, a gray and mottled badge on the chest, and a painful face with changing images.

Under the gloom, the priest of pain, Ambrio, greets you. Strange existence, why can you gain extraordinary power without divine blood and faith?

Ambrio's pointed hood suddenly tilted ninety degrees to the left, and his whole body twisted greatly, making a loud noise.

Arnold and Ansesta didn't speak, they walked together tacitly, waving their hands to signal the nearly frightened children in the poorhouse to go back.

Don't you want to say it? Don't you think it's too rude to keep silent when others ask politely? Sinners, please accept the gloomy judgment!

Ambrio's body twisted like a snake, and in the vision of Ansesta and Arnold, several painful shadowy figures appeared behind him.

Dozens of dark human figures quickly jumped out from Ambrio's dark back, rushing towards Arnold and Ansesta with pain and curse.

The two dodged and parried in embarrassment, each of the dark human figures was slightly inferior to their strength, and the two fell into a hard fight for a while.

Why, don't you run away? At this time, running away, retreating, and regrouping is not the best choice? Why don't you run, why do you have to endure pain here? Don't you believe in pain too!

The painful mask in front of Ambrio was constantly distorted, his face was ferocious and joyful, and he laughed wildly.