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Eleven, disaster opening (2

"Everyone, Lord Marshal, aren't you always ready to make your granddaughter's rebellion?"

In response to the old marshal's questioning, the female priest immediately retorted, and at the same time, her hand movements did not delay. She turned her wrist and a delicate crossbow suddenly appeared in her palm. With the sound of his voice, countless slender stings like cow hair whistled towards Marshal Kruze's whole body. (Professional Provider

"Is there just a few tricks? If you want to kill me, you are far from qualified!"

Marshal Kruze sneered, grabbed the corner of the desk, and broke it down fiercely. A transparent wall with golden light suddenly fell from the sky, dividing the entire office in half. The tiny poisonous stings hit the wall, all falling down slowly, as if the withered yellow pine needles falling during the season change.

"Strength field wall? Marshal really can pick turtle shells for himself."

Ms. Ye Shar's female priest took a step back and raised her eyebrows, which felt a bit tricky. This is a relatively advanced defensive magic that can shape a transparent wall out of thin air to resist attacks. Similar defensive magic, such as ice wall, fire wall or stone wall, etc., have their own characteristics in terms of function, but they are far less "pure" than the force field wall - this thing is completely shaped by pure magic energy, without any elements, and generally cannot be used to offset it, so they can only use violent destruction.

On the real battlefield, commanders usually use overwhelming fierce artillery fire to flatten the force field wall directly. If the artillery didn't have time to keep up, they would tie the combat engineers who had drawn bad signs with explosive bags or cluster grenades to launch suicide attacks. If they were worried about destroying the building, they could also organize a team of strong-fitting monks to smash the force field wall with their fists and feet.

But Miss Yana and Colonel Wenders are priests and mages. Strictly speaking, these two professions are mental labor, and they have always given people the impression of slow reaction, poor physique and poor flexibility. Even if one is part-time assassin and the other part-time soldier are at most slightly stronger than other colleagues, they want to make their fists as hard as those monks who have been working hard for years, it is a dream no matter how you look at it.

As for grenades... there are a few hanging on Wenders' belt. The problem is that this is a semi-enclosed indoor space and the place is not too spacious. Once a few grenades are thrown out, I am afraid that before the force field wall is broken, the blasting air waves will throw them away.

If the ceiling or floor collapses, the fun will be even greater.

Taking advantage of these two murders in an instant, Marshal Kruze quickly activated several hidden organs. The sharp and harsh alarm sounded. At the same time, balls of yellow-green poisonous gas also gushed out from all corners. Their number was so large that in just a blink of an eye that almost filled half of the office outside the force field wall.

"Purification!" Yana frowned and waved her scepter. The soft white light immediately turned the yellow-green poison gas into invisible. But soon, a new poison gas came out. She had to spray out a large ice storm and sealed all the spouts. Then, the female priest had not breathed a sigh of relief. A few strings of lightning came from the chandelier. Even if she avoided it in time, the underside of her robe was still barely rubbed, leaving a large piece of scorch mark.

On the other side, Colonel Wenders tried short-distance space teleportation, trying to move himself opposite the force field wall. However, the light blue portal was about to take shape, but suddenly it flashed suddenly as if it had been disturbed. Then it completely disappeared.

"Don't work hard. Wenders." The old marshal in shock was gasping and sat back on his leather swivel chair. He spoke sarcastically. "Although I don't know when my granddaughter, the queen, bought you. But from the moment the alarm sounded, the entire office was tied to a dimensional anchor. You can't move or run away. The guards downstairs will rush in within two minutes. I suggest you hurry up and consider how to die! Kill? Fry? Buried alive? Or simply peel the two of you land to make two new floor coats for me?"

Although he was arrogant, Cruze once again used stone skin technique, magic armor, spiritual barrier and several other defensive magic to prevent his opponent from jumping into the wall in desperate situations. He used the sound and light effect to explode and die together with himself. When all the preparations were finished, he thought it was still unsafe. He took out a reflective cloak with a defensive power that was comparable to the pure gold chain mail. He wrapped it tightly around his body.

Unfortunately, all this is doing useless work.

At this time, the most correct choice for the old marshal should be to immediately bless himself with a feather drop technique to slow down the speed of landing, and then close his eyes and jump out of the window. Although this cannot allow him to escape from birth, it can at least allow him to live for a few more hours. After he dies, his soul can return to the object he believes in, the destiny of the elves and the god of history, Lebiras | to enjoy happiness, instead of being detained, tortured in every way, and endure endless pain.

"Hmph, those tricks just now are just fire reconnaissance. You are also a veteran soldier for many years. You shouldn't even understand this simple truth!"

Miss Yana retorted in a muffled voice, then showed a very painful expression and took out a fluorescent purple light from her arms.

, it was a very high-end product at first glance. She put the scroll on the top of the scepter and muttered something, as if using the power of the holy emblem to activate the spell collected in the scroll.

Kruze narrowed his eyes and stared at the female priest's movements.

In the blink of an eye, the purple light on the scroll was flourishing and began to fly up and down the surrounding void... His fingers were gradually clenched white.

In fact, it is not that the old marshal doesn’t want to start first. He is proficient in driving and often dies in car accidents, and is good at swimming and often dies in drowning. Whether it is a priest or a mage, they are the most vulnerable in casting spells. As long as you hit it with a hammer, you may die because of the spell backfire.

But at this time, he was helpless against the female priest - layered defensive spells not only prevented the assassination attack, but also blocked the way to self-defense counterattack when he was assassinated. The spell traps he had arranged in this office in advance had been consumed. Although there were several powerful magic weapons around Kruze, there was no way to hit the enemy's head before removing the force field wall and space anchor.

So, facing this unknown attack spell, the old marshal seemed to be firmly grasped by an unknown fear, his face flushed, his heart beat faster, sweat drifted down his forehead, and his breathing began to become rapid... Fortunately, he was relieved before being scared of a heart attack.

"Great lysis!"

The purple light on the scroll became slightly brighter, and Shar's female priest waved her arm in a hurry and scolded the spell. A lightning-like ray rushed towards Marshal Kruze and hit the transparent wall of force field. With a loud "bang", the entire space seemed to be twisted invisibly.

The force field wall standing in the center of the room broke and disappeared in an instant in the flash of golden light, and the ray still continued to move, covering the old marshal's front, back, left and right. With the crackling sounds of explosions, countless colorful light spots scattered colorfully, and for a moment it was really full of brilliance and beautiful, like a grand fireworks performance.

However, Marshal Cruze's heart was bleeding.

Although his body was not damaged, all the magical items on his body, as well as all the defensive magic tricks such as stone skin technique, magic armor, and mind barriers that he had cast on himself in advance were all reimbursed in this brilliant "fireworks show". Even the harsh magical alarm sounded abruptly at this moment.

"Great lysis? How is this possible?"

The old marshal's voice was trembling. Although he had never mastered this spell, he also knew the effect of the Great Scaling Technique and was prevented by it. But he never expected that the destructive power of the Female Priest's Great Scaling Technique was so outrageous!

In the Feren continent, the regular magic system is divided into eight major schools, and the protection school specializes in magic defense, including attack and defense, namely destruction and defense.

As a peak spell in the realm of the Demon Breaking Demon, the Great Schizophrenia is indeed unique - all magic defense methods, whether they are 0 tricks or legendary spells above level 9, will definitely be forcibly eliminated after hitting; and any magical items on the attacked body, whether scrolls, staff, potions or ornaments, unless they are magical tools, will be wiped out all magic power and become mortals again.

For those rich mages who are from wealthy families, lazy by nature, blindly use excellent equipment and massive inventory to crush their opponents with their wealth, this spell is simply their nemesis and nightmare. On the contrary, for those poor mages who cannot afford expensive equipment, the Great Split is their best killer weapon to narrow the gap between the rich and the poor and defeat their wealthy family members.

However... Kruze stared at the silver pocket watch in his hand that was gradually turning into ashes, and was stunned for a moment.

This is the destiny of the elves and the god of history. When they suffer fatal injuries, they can be resurrected on the spot, and even paused for half a minute. In theory, this thing should be exempted from the Great Scattering Technique. It is precisely because of obtaining this amulet that the old marshal appears to be fearless in the face of assassination.

But in fact, it collapsed like a castle piled up by sand and gravel.

The Great Sclerosis Technique could not have such power! Kruze opened his mouth in disbelief, and then recalled a strange detail when the female priest casts the spell: What scrolls are required to be activated by the Holy Emblem?

He looked up at the holy emblem at the top of the scepter, and suddenly he was stunned to see a small ball of strange dark purple flame burning above the holy emblem. Although it was a flame, it obviously emitted a thick yin and cold air, and even condensed the moisture in the air, as if it was snowing.

The old marshal's pupils tightened suddenly.

"Shadow Fire!" he shouted in hoarseness, his voice extremely hoarse, "You built a temporary shadow magic net with Shadow Fire, and increased the Great Schizophrenia! You are Shar's voter!"
Chapter completed!