Almighty Alchemist

In the gloomy and dark cell, Paget sat alone against the wall.

There was a peculiar iron ring around his neck, arms, and ankles. This was the air-stop ring, which was used to suppress his fighting spirit.

The air trap is a very overbearing thing. It is not only an effective weapon for imprisoning the strong, but also a tool of torture.

The fighting spirit of the samurai comes from the inside of the body. The simplest way to prevent the samurai from using this power is to directly block the running line of fighting spirit.

There are twelve fine needles on each air-gap ring, which penetrate into the body of the restrained person and directly affect the other person's body, making the fighting spirit unable to run smoothly, but at the same time it will also cause great pain.

Compared with it, the magic ring used to seal the magician is much better, at least in the process of sealing magic will not bring painful feelings.

This type of air trap is expensive to manufacture and is generally only used by advanced warriors. Ordinary warriors use lower-level alloy shackles, and suffer much less.

At this moment, Padgett was sitting in the cell, his eyes were slightly closed, and his body was shaking from time to time. It was that he was enduring the pain, but his face was calm and undisturbed.

Footsteps sounded outside the cell.

Padgett couldn't keep her eyes open. "Cross, is that you? Come on."

A large red robe was bleeding outside the cell, and it was Archmage Clos.

"Sorry to see you in this situation, my friend."

Padget sneered: "Don't tarnish the word friend, you don't know what friendship is. My friends will never threaten me with my family."

"I'm sorry about this, but this is also very helpless. After all, in the one-on-one battle, the warriors always take advantage. When it comes to friendship, the warriors have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, fighting for their lives, so light Life and friendship are also normal. And the magicians release magic under the heavy protection of the rear. For us, samurai are an effective tool to protect themselves. Even advanced samurai are just advanced tools. "

"I really hope you hear it from Lord Hampton. He will politely cut off your head."

"If you don't worry about it, even if Hampton is not afraid to be the enemy of Arcane Tower, you should understand this."

"I've never been right with Arcane Tower."

"That's true." Cross sighed. "But the problem isn't here. We need Raschel to help us find Hugh Blair, but he refuses. Maybe you can help us convince him, but we don't want to let this happen. Eventually it became known to everyone, and if Raschel was forced to take a shot, he would probably not be so persuaded. Then you say ... what shall we do? "

Padget stared at Clos: "That's why? It's for Igloo? Why is the Arcane Tower having trouble with Igloo?"

"Magic pattern." Cross said coldly.

"It turned out to be this way." Padgett immediately realized the significance of this, and he laughed: "I used to think that a magician is a group of knowledgeable people who only know how to delve into the mystery of magic, but did not expect that you should It's such a selfish bastard. "

"What do you know?" Cross said with excitement: "Magic lines should not be the product of this world. Magic is the darling of the gods to be eligible to learn, and there should be nobleness and lowness in life, otherwise who will be the leader? Who will Civilian? A society without hierarchy will only cause chaos! Just like the children of tigers and leopards are born leaders, the children of deer and sheep can only be hunted. This is the basic law of life! But the appearance of magic lines will break This balance, it turns the existence that should be a lamb into a noble existence like ours, it breaks the order of this world and makes everything chaotic. You know that those people outside the Diaomin who once have this power will How? They will no longer convince us, we will no longer worship us, they will no longer give us the gains from hard labor, and they will even rise up against us. As a result, the country will fall into turmoil and the entire society will become chaotic. We are not for ourselves, but for the basic order of this society! "

"Well, I've never heard anyone explain such a lowly behavior so noblely. Clos, you are such a great speaker, you have said such contemptible things outright. Yes, I confess If the moire spreads widely, it may be true that some people no longer respect the magician like that, but it is only you who are harmed. Don't associate your status with the safety and security of your country and society. You, the mean liar, the shameless scum. No matter how you apply grease for your own ugly behavior, you can't change the dirty nature. What do you want to do? Kill me? "

Padgett stood up strenuously: "Well then, come, kill me! Use your set of rhetoric to kill me upright, and then tell Raschel that it's all Higgler Do it, let him find him and take revenge on me. "

"Look, you know what I'm going to do." Cross smiled slightly.

Padgett shook her head with regret: "Her Royal Highness Princess did something wrong. She thought you were loyal to her, but in fact you were only loyal to yourself."

"I am faithful to her, but I am also loyal to the Arcane Tower. At present, Her Royal Highness and the Arcane Tower are not in conflict."

Padget sneered: "Isn't the Arcane Tower also dealing with Hugh Iglell?"

"That's the Arcane Tower. I won't do anything. In front of the princess, I will always be the obedient Cross. I'm not like you, Padgett, you are the dumbest guy I have ever seen. You know Be loyal to the princess, but always disobey her orders. You are loyal to your friend, but eventually die because of your friend. So the person who killed you is not me, your Royal Highness, Raschel, or Xiu Eagler. If you want to blame, you blame them. "

"Oh!" Padgett, who was thoroughly enraged by Clos's shameless tone, uttered a strong roar. He rushed towards the cell fence and punched Clos with a punch.

"Shield of the Sand." Cross's cold voice sounded.

A sand shield suddenly appeared in front of Cross.

Padgett's heavy boxing hit Sand Shield, and his strong rebound force almost broke his wrist.

"It's useless," Cross said coldly. "Now you can't even beat a junior warrior, how could you hurt me."

Padgett slowly raised his hands. These hands were once capable of tearing tigers and leopards, and once used to flatten a bandit cottage. When he was young, he even used a single sword to pick up twelve mighty warriors. One sword cut the most famous warrior in two places into two pieces. But now, these hands can't even break a small sand shield.

At the end of the hero, there was a trace of sadness in Padgett's heart.

Didi's blood flowed along his fingertips, and his body suddenly exhaled his fighting spirit.

Clos was shocked: "Pudget, you ... what do you want to do?"

"Fighting ... exploding!" Padgett suddenly shouted frantically.

The five air traps imprisoned on Padgett's body suddenly flew out at the same time, and Padgett stormed the cell like a runaway wild horse. The tremendous energy produced by the vengeance explosion brought his power to the extreme in an instant.

He punched the iron bars of the cell in two with one punch, remaining undiminished, and continued to strike Cross.

With only one punch, he turned that shield of sand into a flying sand, and shocked Clos to fly backwards, hitting a wall, and a huge blood spewed from his mouth.

After all, it is a battle-proven archmage. Clos's staff quickly lights up, and a little crystal light appears, forming a peculiar shield to cover the whole body. This is his life-saving trick, which can be cast without the thorn shield .

The thorn shield has a good rebound effect on all physical attacks, and has a strong ability to resist damage.

As soon as Padgett boxed, the iron fist smashed on the thorn shield, and the rebounding power almost shook his handbone, but his strength was not diminished, and the power pouring frantically towards that thorn shield. A fierce thump of hits and hits on the shield, flickering white light from time to time.

Clos is bitter.

Paget is known as one of the Thunder III Warriors among the Imperial Warriors. His offensive is wild and fierce. His fame is to explode with fighting spirit.

This is a combat style similar to vindictive combustion, which can condense all your strength in a short time and forcefully break through all obstacles.

But Clos did not expect that even the air ring could break through.

However, the fighting spirit explosion itself is a very extreme combat technique, and the weakness caused by using it is more than taking the worst violent potion. Padgett broke through the air-entrainment ring with a blast of gas, and Clos was almost certain he was dead.

It's absolutely impossible for him to last long.

The only problem is that I'm afraid I can't last longer than Padgett.

The thorn shield is indeed a very useful shield. The problem is that under the stormy storm of Padgett, it has already been shaken. This guy is like a mad tiger who spares no effort to launch an attack. The rebounding force has even broken his veins, and his fists have exposed his bones, but he continues to attack.

Cross was like a human sandbag, and was beaten crazy by Padgett in the corner, and he could only whimper after breaking the shield.

"Save me!" Cross yelled coldly.

A slight sigh, like the twilight morning bell, reached the cold cell.

It was this sigh that stopped Paget's original crazy attack.

Strange chants came from the ears, ringing in Padget's ears, as if someone were singing them.

The strange rhythm of the scriptures has a wonderful effect of calming people's hearts.

Until that sigh came again, the sound of chanting became clearer, and Padgett heard the last words: "Ye Luo ... became dust, and belong to ... dirt!"

"Breakdown ... Nicholas ... Cage ..." Pudget slowly closed his eyes, and his body softened.

He used the fighting gas explosion to forcibly break the air-gap ring, and he was already dead, not to mention the severe blow of the powerful destruction of the Holy Land.

call! Clos exhaled.

He looked at the thorny staff in sorrow slightly, the gems on it were cracked and unusable.

In just a few seconds of crazy attacks, the thorn gems overwhelmed almost all their power, and eventually collapsed when they became overwhelmed.

"Thank you Lord Cage." Cross did not hesitate, and worshiped the emptiness.

"Well, go get Raschel, you know what to do." The majestic voice in the void was made by the old man named Cage.

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