Augustus Under the Horseshoe

If you don’t protect Aetius’s safety, then you will have to face the attack of Da Muhu and a half-human, half-lion monster at the same time without being able to cast spells. Hell, your own melee ability. , Bullying and bullying humanoid creatures that are inherently weak, it's okay to fight against this same inherently terrifying monster. If there is no magic blessing, it is better to wash and sleep.

Seeing that Painhurs had to withdraw from the battle with the Great Mu's in order to save his life, blocking the terrifying warhammer that came from the lion's hand, Aetius also understood at the moment he was saved. The seriousness of the matter, he immediately stared in the direction of Da Mu Hu, and displayed a mysterious and unpredictable ability at the fastest speed.

"Go to hell! A prairie monster in the north!"

The lion let out a bloodthirsty roar like a beast, and in the mouth of the blood basin, two rows of sharp fangs like razors dripped with disgusting mucus.

After that guy waved the warhammer in his hand and cleverly opened the left arm of the centaur with the Mithril buckler, the end of the hammer's handle also focused on the pale warlock’s right hand, and instantly opened the white horse’s arms to let him A series of vital points from the head to the chest are all exposed under his fangs and claws!

After depriving the other party of all defenses, the half-human, half-lion monster directly deflected its head and bit the warchief’s neck with one bite. Among the two furry lion palms, several terrifying claws also popped out, rushing towards Peinhe. Si's chest and abdomen.

Facing the enemy's horrible offensive like a storm, Painhurs took a step back calmly, undoing it, disintegrating the anti-magic force field, allowing the magic equipment under his body to flash again, the horror hidden in the blood. Aoneng was also surging in his six limbs and a hundred skeletons again.

The warchief grabbed Xu Xu with his right hand, and with his swiftly erupting horror ability, he grabbed himself into the present time in the next few seconds.

All of a sudden, the dark night sky, the dazzling stars, and the people who fought fiercely were all fixed within his pupils. The earth-shaking battle roar, the impassioned drumbeat, and the sound of horses stomping through the ground were all dead. The silence.

Within a few seconds of "borrowing" from the future, Painhurs once again chanted a mysterious spell, a brilliant, magnificent, thirty-foot-long crystal tentacles, from the blood and flesh of the warchief, Quietly peeled away, the faint orange flames, the dark red **** flames, the pale silver psychic fires... countless dazzling rays of light are projected on the hundreds of millions of fine crystal faces at the same time!

In an instant, that piece, like the **** of craftsman, personally forged and carved hundreds of millions of broken crystal faces, and at the same time refracted all the nearby light, allowing oneself to be bathed in thousands of brilliant lights of different colors, as if more than the night sky. The stars above are even more beautiful!

Driven by the will of the warchief, the azure jade stone on the golden crown also gleams with its extremely dazzling arcane brilliance. The high-level tentacles that are transparent and reflect thousands of rays are also transformed into cold-looking ice. Lan Zhiyan even emitted a terrifying cold mist to the surrounding area.

"This guy is wearing nearly a hundred pounds of fine gold scale armor. He is so powerful that I am hurting with a hammer. My strength is so high, but the speed is not very good. If I eat a cold touch, I should cry for a long time. ."

Painhurs controlled the crystal tentacles that were so beautiful that they shouldn't exist in the mortal world. Like a ghost, they easily passed through the heavy armor of the opponent and sank deeply into the flesh and blood of the Sphinx.

The borrowing time was over. At this moment, the pale warlock fell into a vertigo state because he returned to the past to cast spells. The Armenian nobleman, who did not know what had happened, immediately stepped up the offensive, but suddenly found that he could not move a bit!

The bone-chilling chill and the crystal tentacles invaded the internal organs of the Sphinx, making him tremble like an ice cave, his muscles trembling wildly! The whole person collapsed directly to the ground, and wisps of terrifying cold mist sprayed out from every pore in his body!

In the next second, the death fog even froze the flow of his blood and the conduction of his nerves. Even the heart was covered with a thin layer of ice, gradually stagnating. Under the helmet, the nobles of Armenia were in extreme cold. Among them, the only exposed face was condensed with a layer of death hoarfrost.

Super magic effect, the touch of chills.

A few seconds later, the warchief was very confident to recover from the vertigo, and looked at the motionless ice sculpture under the hoof.

The touch of chill, a necromantic spell, can place piercing frost and snow into the opponent's bone marrow and muscles, greatly weakening the opponent's agility and mobility. If the opponent is a ghostly shadow dancer, it may be able to survive, but this kind of heavy armored warrior or giant dragon...

The most terrifying thing is that this terrible necromantic magic cannot rely on a strong physique to forcibly survive the piercing winter. It is actually a contact attack that ignores the armor and the natural scales. As long as it is touched, it can no longer escape. Shaking tentacles.

The warchief raised the halberd in his hand high. The sharp tip of the halberd stabbed the Sphinx who could not move a single cent without hesitation. The strong metal shattered the skin and bones of his face, deeply. Stabbed into the opponent's head, the blood mixed with the brain, splattered everywhere.

The warchief almost instantly killed a powerful Armenian lion, but he had to let go of something more dangerous: the Sassanid Persian Great Muhu.

"Damn beast! This anti-magic field that suppresses all magic, combined with the strength of this monster, is simply my nemesis..."

All this happened too suddenly. In an instant, the Sphinx collapsed to the ground, Painhes fell into a state of dizziness, and the young Roman soldier-too weak, Da Muhu didn't take him seriously.

Now is indeed the best time to attack the white horse, but if you can't kill with a single blow, the opponent will come back and play another anti-magic field, I am afraid that it will be more ugly...

Thinking of this, Da Muhu did not hesitate to display the teleportation circle, fleeing the scene, waiting for another fight in the future-however, at the moment he teleported out of the field, Aetius's ability was also displayed.

"Unfortunately, that Teflin escaped from me for the second time."

After beheading the Armenian Sphinx, Painhurs said with regret that he was still thinking about the exquisite jade on the opponent's sword.

"Thank you for your rescue, Chief Painhurs. I'm really sorry. Although my psionic energy can be used in the anti-magic field and will not be disintegrated by the dismantling magic, on the other hand, I have no means to destroy the opponent's Teleport magic."

Some apologetic Aetius grabbed the white horse's left hand.

"However, even if I am not as strong as you, I will do my best to dedicate everything to the empire: Just now, I showed a [Tracking Teleport] ability. I now know where he teleported to! Are you ready? I will take you to chase that nasty half-devil now! Are you ready?!"

The warchief gave each other a deep look. This kind of person is really reliable as a friend. When two people meet for the first time, they don't have any tacit understanding, and they don't know anything about each other's abilities, but he can play this kind of exquisite cooperation.

"Sizzle—"

Da Mu Hu sent away embarrassedly, preparing to cast the priest's triple magic once again, turning into a blazing giant again, but in the next second, a pale silver psychic fissure tore through the barrier of reality, and expanded into one on both sides. A terrifying door, from which a young Roman soldier and a tall white horse came out!

"Damn it!"

Amid the clanging sound of the golden trinkets colliding with each other, Teflin immediately lifted his red robe. A scroll of sheepskin was pulled out from it.

"I want to see if you can run away from me a third time!"

Pain Hess quickly displayed the terrifying arcane that suppressed all magic, holding the halberd with both hands flat. Accompanied by the sound of thunderous horseshoes, and the constantly trembling earth, like a **** of death, it rushed to the burning half-devil!

"Sizzle!!!"

Relying on his terrifying quality, wild charging speed, and sharp halberd tip, it hit Da Muhu's left shoulder severely, reluctantly tore it, pierced it, and pierced two splendid blood flowers one after the other. ! The anti-magic place completely covers it!

"I won."

Seeing the blood-stained scroll, falling to the ground feebly, Painhurs' blood-stained face revealed a confident smile, and the anti-magic field was re-covered. The halberd had already pierced the opponent's left shoulder. How to lose when riding a face?

"Something's wrong! Warchief! Get out of there!!"

When the warchief let out a long sigh of relief, Suddenly, Aetius yelled in horror, and Tevlin, who was bleeding in his eyes, tremblingly stretched out a scarlet finger, which was condensed with extremely terrifying Negative energy, the trembling point toward the back of Painhurs's left hand.

Sacred Super Magic, Super Magic Instant, Severe Injury.

"What the hell! The other party can actually cast spells in the anti-magic field!"

The pale Centaur was caught off guard by Da Mu's guard for a while. When he reacted, the severe injury technique filled with death energy had almost touched the back of his hand, and every cell of the six limbs was dying. In front of him, uttered a scream!

Hell, this terrifying six-ring magic technique can also be used by himself, so he can understand his degree of horror better. If he is injured by one move, I am afraid it will be wiped out!

At the critical juncture, a familiar wave of psychic energy enveloped Painhurs’ body. He hurriedly gave up the resistance of his will, letting Aetius remove his entire body from the real world, and in the next moment , Suddenly appeared behind Teflin.

"That scroll! There is a high-level spell that allows the subject to temporarily use magical power in areas where arcane spells cannot be reached! That scroll must describe the related spell!"

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