Mystic Dominator

Little William didn't die right away.

In fact, just like what Baprol said, this man is also proficient in the magic of the cult warlock school.

At the moment of realizing that his body was fatally wounded.

Little William activated the spell to change his physical state, and countless granulation sprouts emerged from the wound and began to help him shrink his internal organs and sew up his body.

Just two seconds.

This man repaired the wounds caused by Ronald's sword.

It's just that little William is not the Pablo who directly mastered the original scriptures.

Although the broken body was reconnected, his complexion was extremely poor now, and there was no trace of blood on his bare skin.

whole person.

Like a specimen fished out of formalin.

"..."

Against such a body, little William still looked at Ronald over the water with puzzled eyes.

The wreck of the multi-masted sailboat he had sealed with him was nowhere to be seen.

But the man who shouldn't have appeared, Ronald, was floating there at the moment.

Soon, doubt receded from the man's eyes.

Little William quickly looked at his old boss while rearranging his defensive spells:

"Paproul, you really found a good helper, I..."

"Are you in a hurry?" Little William opened his mouth to say something, but Pablo opened his eyes wide and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You are scared, aren't you?"

"What reason do you want to use to separate me and Ronald?"

"Speak out and listen."

"..."

Little William's expression instantly turned resentful.

He stretched out his finger and shook it continuously while facing Baproul: "You... you really think you know everything, and everything about me, including life and death, is in your plan?"

Then Baprole answered very seriously:

"It's still a little bit worse. This sounds like a very powerful title. For the time being, it still belongs to that fellow Daantrian, right?"

"..."

Little William was rendered speechless by Baproul's answer.

Just as he was thinking about how to continue, something even more crises emerged.

Baproul was still watching his subordinates with great interest.

It does not even hesitate to give it any opportunity to cast spells freely.

Not so with Ronald.

After such a few words, this man used the time to recite the mantra again, and it was obvious that he was about to attack him!

"Wow-"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat spurted out of William's mouth.

His face became almost completely dead.

While the figure of the caster was stiff in the air, he already noticed that his heart was crushed by an invisible force, and then this force even continued to attack his other internal organs!

Yet the spell came and went quickly.

Immediately after crushing the heart, it became weak, and then it was useless.

Almost died.

Little William was quite sure of this.

If it wasn't for the spell that he had just activated to repair his body, there would be no other result when his heart was crushed.

And once again suffered a fatal blow.

Little William's physical strength has now reached the limit.

Even if Ronald and Baproel didn't continue to attack and just confronted him, he would be in a coma for about a quarter of an hour.

Thinking of this, little William couldn't help but turn his attention to Baproul.

If he can master the original text of the school like his 'dear old boss', even if this injury is repaired a dozen times, it is impossible for him to fall into this situation.

"I'm... so good..."

Little William thought of something, and began to gnash his teeth to activate his only remaining hole cards.

At this time, Baproul sent him greetings with considerable concern:

"Little William, have you figured it out? Are you willing to die!"

"I remember that you are from Nanjun. There seems to be a custom of burying flying birds at funerals. How many do you want, and what do you want..."

Little William finally couldn't bear it any longer, shouting and punching into his lower abdomen.

"You're going to die!"

- at this moment.

——Ronald is on his way to the positions of the two cult warlocks.

With his excellent insight now, he was aware of the movements of Baproul and Little William.

Just attacked twice in a row.

There is no doubt that it was issued to take away the life of Little William.

It's a pity that the spells of these cult warlocks are so difficult to deal with, even the damage of the fatal level can be repaired in a very short time.

Right now, the fog of **** is not flying as fast as me.

The most deadly long-range attack opportunities are also consumed.

So Ronald's choice was naturally to close the distance with Little William immediately, and use the sword of Santa Caterina to completely end the enemy's life.

After all, just by looking at the appearance, you can also understand that Little William is now at the end of the line.

Not much of a threat at all.

The distance of 100 meters is in the blink of an eye at Ronald's current speed.

However, the action of little William's death and breaking the net just raised his hand and punched his lower abdomen fiercely.

Snapped--

The palm of the hand penetrated the flesh and blood, and it was like a small book of books, and he was dragged out together with the flesh and blood~www.NovelMTL.com~Boom!

In the next second, a violent explosion was triggered from Little William's hands.

Ronald could feel the magic power of the scripture level coming from this guy. The first thought was that William wanted to let his scripture run rampant, and then pull everyone into the scripture trial.

Too bad... Ronald guessed wrong.

This little William seems to have some brains, but as Baproel's very favorite subordinate, how could he not have some maddening qualities?

Little William's actions are not at all to make the original runaway.

He chose to use himself as a sacrifice, and then activated the strongest sacrifice spell in the original tome he held.

And the target of this sacrifice spell...

It was the original text that William took out from his body!

After the violent magic power was generated, it began to flow, and immediately hit the book from which it originated.

At this moment, a strong airflow burst out from the original text.

The huge magic power also began to vent in an instant.

Ronald and Baproul, who were the closest to William, could not even stabilize their bodies for the first time, and were directly blown out a great distance.

Above the sea, Ronald stabilized his figure as fast as he could.

He erected the Sword of Santa Caterina in front of him, looking up to fend off the terrifying attack that was coming.

- Vision is seriously affected.

The explosion hit the sea water and crushed ice, and the splashing air flow and magic power mixed in, making everything extremely chaotic... In such a situation, it is impossible to distinguish any useful information with the naked eye!

Two more seconds passed before Ronald noticed the first movement.

That was the exasperated cry of Baproul:

"Little William, are you mentally ill!"

"Anyway, it's a death, you have to mess up your own scriptures, right?"