Hiss!

At this time, a burnt smell came from the tip of his nose, and Lowett looked up and couldn't help but be moved.

"It's a wolf!"

I saw Charlotte Irving using the naginata that was heated to the point of burning to stick to his waist and abdomen, using the heat to scorch the muscles to prevent the spread of toxins.

This process was undoubtedly quite painful, and even the tough guy like Charlotte Owen also had trembling lips and a pale complexion.

Zi Zi Zi!

Reapplying the old technique to remove the toxins spreading from his palm, he tore off a piece of the coat cloth and wrapped it around his waist, and then erected the naginata again.

"There won't be another time, Earl Black!"

Seeing this, Lowett put away the contempt in his heart, and was able to be sent by BIG·MOM to deal with himself and Caesar at the same time, Charlotte Owen really had some ability.

"And his high temperature, I really can't handle it."

After all, the orange figure in front of him heated up violently, causing a wave of heat. Lowett squinted his eyes, opened the mana shield to separate the hot air, and his mental power radiated freely.

Huh!

In the next second, Charlotte Irving disappeared suddenly.

"Behind!"

The mental power caught his trace, and Lowett silently prepared the spell, letting a knife slash at the top of his head from behind.

戗... Click! !

Sure enough, at the same time he cut, the space trap was activated again, causing him to directly cross the bone throne in the center and appear in front of Lowett, his buttocks cocked to the sky, and the ground was smashed with a knife.

Bone Magic·Death Bone Hell!

Shoo! !

Densely dense white bone spears suddenly rose from the ground, and looking around, the entire hall in front was covered with sharp bone spurs, almost inevitable.

But Charlotte Irving avoided it.

Maintaining a high temperature throughout his body allowed him to stimulate the air in a certain place to heat up and explode at will, moving at high speed, and found that he was once again transferred to Lowett. Charlotte Owen decisively bent and ejected his feet and pulled out a strip against the ground. The hot line of fire, out of the range of bone spurs.

Then, continue to disappear in front of Lovett.

Bang bang bang bang!

The air continued to explode, and the heat wave came over the surface. The sonic boom was harsh, making it hard to figure out his location.

"It is an individual talent to develop this effect from a fruit that simply heats substances..."

Lowett’s eyes kept turning, and he hung tightly on Charlotte Irving’s trajectory. With the help of the propelling force generated by the air explosion, his speed was even faster than when the ghost spider of the Queen’s City in Spring used the six-style shave. It is difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"but!"

Suddenly, Lowett grabbed the cane abruptly, and stomped hard against the armrest of the throne.

Bang! !

With him as the center, a pillar of flesh and blood rose into the sky at five o'clock in the hall, knocking Charlotte Owen out of the void.

Flesh Magic·The Art of Cutting!

A handful of thin and long needles with only the thickness of a thumb and a length of more than one meter sprang up on the wall, intensively shooting.

Charlotte Irving was too shocked and waved his naginata to block, but people were in mid-air, and there were always some fish that slipped through the long needles coming in from all directions. A long needle flexibly circumvented the block and inserted it into the armpit.

"Uh!"

Charlotte Owen snorted, and the block movement stopped for an instant.

Then...

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Countless long needles swarmed up, drowning him in the crimson torrent.

Waiting for the spell to pass, Charlotte Owen was nailed to the wall, motionless. He was covered with long needles, even the neck, chest and abdomen were no exception. The blood leaked from the wound to the ground like money, and quickly gathered into a pool of blood.

"It's a good idea to detonate the air to generate propulsion."

Looking at the dead Charlotte Owen, Lowett said softly: "It's a pity that the destructive air currents generated by the air explosion are not in your control. This method seems to be powerful, but it is actually more burdensome than in the Navy Six. Shaving is several times severe and cannot last at all. Therefore, every few steps, there must be a breathing time."

"I want to move at high speed to distract me, you are too tender!"

Meet the enemy, see through the enemy, and defeat the enemy.

Mage’s battles are often so unpretentious, and...

"Master, someone is here again."

In my mind, the butler's voice suddenly remembered.

Lowett raised his eyebrows: "Who is it?"

"It's a Lieutenant General Vergo who doesn't want us to know who he is."

The butler replied silently, sharing his vision with Lowett at the same time. After seeing the picture on the deck clearly, Lovett instantly understood why the butler said that.

Not only did Vergo not wear the iconic navy trench coat of justice, he even wore a goblin-shaped faceguard, with a scimitar slung around his waist, and was peeping inward along the dining room window facing the deck.

It's a pity... he didn't notice that there was a barbeque sausage on his face mask.

In addition to the sunglasses that make people unable to see the eyes, such a unique shape, there is only one person in the known intelligence.

So... is it an instinct to have food residue on your face?

Lowett took a deep breath, I'm afraid this is not a manifestation of some [rules]!

"Send him to you!"

Giving the order softly, Lowett said: "Remember, since he doesn't want to expose himself, then you... don't know what to do."

"When I finish dealing with things here, I'll play with him slowly."

After that, Lowett retracted the shared horizon and blinked.

Bang!