The glass that has not cracked just now is actually covered with cracks.

But at this time, she had doubts again.

Is it really Maiev?

Or is there any device on the glass.

Neri Wen Lan looked at Maiev in doubt.

"Is this what you mean by magic? It's different from what I imagined."

In Nari Wen Lansi's imagination, magic is all kinds of gorgeous and colorful in film and television dramas.

I have to say that Neri Wen Lansi's idea is surprisingly consistent with Chen Yi's.

But in fact most of the magic is not colorful.

It's not that the effect cannot be achieved.

But light and shadow also require energy consumption.

This also means that the magic effect itself will weaken.

So if it is not necessary, there will be no gorgeous effect.

The so-called gorgeous effects are often caused by the construction of magic arrays.

But neither Nelly Wenlans nor Maiev understood this.

"It's a magical power, and this is the first time I've used it." Maiev looked at his thin hands.

Maiev tried a few more times, but it was still not pure.

But even so, Neri Wen Lansi was already stunned.

She also finally believed that there are things in the world that she does not understand.

"Are there really many ghosts around?" Neri Wen Lansi asked.

Maiev nodded. "A lot."

"Will they attack us?"

"No, they are also members of the Paranormal Society," Maiev said. "Their leader should be a ghost called Pamela."

Neri Wen Lansi still took a nap.

"That's what Kaos concealed."

...

Kaos touched his nose and held the phone: "Did you know?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I see incredible abilities," said Neri Wen Lansi at the other end of the phone.

"Who showed it to you? There should be no one else in the association's headquarters except the chairman? Was it shown to you?"

"No, do you remember Maiev?"

"Oh, is that the injured woman?" Kaos froze for a while: "Is she awake?"

"Oh, yes."

Neri Wen Lansi heard the noise on the other side of the phone: "Kaos, what are you doing?"

Roar--

"I'm talking about fighting, do you believe it?"

"Fight? With whom?"

"Not human," Kaos said.

"So am I disturbing you?"

"It's okay, it's not yet when we play." Kaos watched the battlefield while holding the phone between his shoulders.

Although the battlefield is changing rapidly, Kaos and the members of the Occult Society are in a relatively backward position, and the battle ahead has not affected them.

"Then you're busy, call me when you're free."

Neri Wen Lansi did not dare to delay Kaos.

"Well, call you back later." Kaos hung up.

"What's wrong?" Nami asked.

"It's nothing."

Kaos shook his head and refocused on the battlefield.

The battlefield at this moment is in darkness.

But in front of them was an instrument with many red and white dots.

There are fewer red dots, about a hundred, and white dots are very many, reaching tens of thousands, densely packed.

"Mr. West, when are we going?" Kaos asked.

"Don't worry, even if ordinary ghost beasts kill a hundred, they are not as valuable as a leader-level ghost beast, so instead of wasting magic on ordinary ghost beasts, we should choose the right time.

The white dot on the instrument is the ghost beast, while the red dot is the human psychic.

However, the individual strength of a human psychic is significantly stronger than a ghost beast.

And the number of ghost beasts is much larger than humans.

It is difficult for both sides to say who is strong and who is weak.

Because both sides retain strength.

As long as those ghost beasts are killed, they will turn into aura.

There are more and more auras in the air, and the battlefield is almost illuminated.

At this moment, two giant ghost beasts emerged from behind the front.

Those two giant ghost beasts are leader-level ghost beasts.

They are not directly invested in the battlefield.

Instead, Yangtian opened his mouth wide, and they began to devour the aura of light released after death.

"Come here!" West stared at the two leader-level ghosts.

In the other direction of the battlefield, the guardians of order and the managers stood high, they were also overlooking the battlefield.

Seavel squeezed her fist, while Irene Horton sat idly on the ground.

"These invited psychics don't seem to be very strong," said a girl in a red body.

Girl in red, Rose. Twilight.

A genius girl, known as the most outstanding genius of the new generation.

Even better than the twenty-five blood Mary of the Scarlet Church.

From a famous magic family in Europe, that is, the Twilight family.

Since the age of eight, she has been able to perform difficult tasks independently.

"The real master hasn't shot yet."

The man standing at the head said that he was the only manager recognized by the guardian of nature, and he was the one who could borrow the most from Dragon Power.

His name is Malone, which means Titan in ancient Greek.

And he does have true Titan descent.

It was because of Titan's ancestry that he was able to withstand the mighty dragon's power.

And after the power of his Titan and the power of the dragon are combined, he can almost reach 30% of the real dragon.

"Master? Is there?" Said a white-bearded old man, with a thick reading glasses.

The old white-bearded man was named Sha Luo, and was originally a volunteer for ecological protection.

He was seriously injured in an accident and was rescued by a local tribal witch doctor.

The tribe believes in poison dragons, and they see them as gods.

Then the white-bearded old man was wrongly recognized by the poisonous dragon and given new power.

Also became one of the six guardians of order.

"Yes, he alone defeated the intensified speed psychic of the cult gang lurking in the gathering area two days ago, and he was very powerful." Hevil said, "Strange, why hasn't he shot."

Seaville was originally an ordinary witch, unlike everyone else.

No outstanding knowledge, no prominent family background, no outstanding talent.

But she was the only one who passed the test of the guardian of nature.

So she also became one of the six guardians of order.

Just then, the sky above the battlefield suddenly lit up, very, very bright, like daylight.

A young girl with one hand held high and floating in mid-air holds a small sun with a diameter of ten meters on her palm.