Chapter 85 Dust Settled (4.4k subscriptions plus more updates, please!)

  In autumn night, the bleak wind blows with coolness.

  Wizard Rapp stood in mid-air, lowered his head and glanced at the apprentices gathered below.

  Most of them have recovered their magic power and woke up from meditation.

   Now they are crowded standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking Black Rock City.

  Rapp slowly withdrew his gaze, and once again looked at Black Rock City in the distance.

  The flames in the urban area are still burning, but they are much smaller than before.

   At Thorn Street.

   Oman's huge invisible figure is like a sculpture, still standing in place.

  Under the influence of various performances brought by flame figures in the urban area, the invisible scarlet mist that filled the air became more and more dense.

   Seeing this, Rapp frowned slightly.

  As a first-order peak wizard who has lived for almost three hundred years.

  He naturally knows what Aman is doing...

   It is nothing more than wanting to increase one's own strength.

  He looked at Aman who seemed defenseless, and smiled coldly.

   Just like the original choice, he still stayed in place, motionless.

   Did not make a move, and did not plan to make a move.

  The well-built ritual altar of the Flesh Thorn Cult has been destroyed.

  No matter how Oman strengthens the power of projection, the Lord of Flesh and Thorns walks in the world with only his flesh.

  This also means that the power that Oman can ultimately carry is always limited...

   And this upper limit, Rapp is very clear, it is difficult to exceed his strength under the blessing of the witch formation.

   What's more, no matter how Oman strengthens.

  The duration of the Lord of Flesh and Thorn's projection will not increase.

   It only depends on Oman himself.

   Wait until Oman burns out from soul to body...

   Everything will be settled!

  'As for Black Rock City...' Rapp looked indifferent.

  ‘Rebuild it again. '

   Didn't make him wait long.

  The Black Rock City in the distance changed again.

  The scarlet mist all over the city froze at this moment, as if time had stopped!

  The crowd is still crying, the flames are still dancing, licking and crackling the building.

  But the red mist seemed to solidify into amber in another dimension.

  The next moment, it will rewind like a whirlpool!

  Those figures still shrouded in the flames of vengeance, suddenly the flames on their bodies began to inexplicably accelerate and burn violently.

   "Why... I haven't had my revenge..."

  As the red mist swept past, those figures turned into handfuls of ashes.

  Countless survivors wept with joy.

...

   Thorn Street.

  Aman took a breath intoxicated and let out a satisfied sigh.

  The scarlet mist was like a tired bird returning to its nest, circling around him, forming a huge **** vortex, and then penetrated through his mouth, nose, and skin, and was absorbed by him.

  After the scarlet mist was absorbed, his long standing body finally moved.

   Shua!

   Oman took a step forward, carrying the dark red monster around him to the outside of the wizard's territory in an instant.

  Boom.

  The shops and bazaars here have collapsed under their unscrupulous march!

   "Rapp."

   Aman said, his voice was low and reverberant, and it seemed to be mixed with some strange noises, which made people feel chills inexplicably.

  He took another step, came to the mid-air outside the witch formation, and looked down at Wizard Rapp.

   click.

   Below the Rapp Wizard,

   A slight sound sounded.

  Colin subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

  An apprentice was frowning and raised his right foot, as if he had stepped on something.

  Although the apprentice pretended to be calm, anyone could see his nervousness from his slightly trembling thighs.

   But no one laughed at him.

  Because...they're not much better.

  Colin turned his head and continued to stare at the mighty Oman group of monsters in front of him.

  Glanced at Aman, who was more than ten meters high, and said nothing.

   At the feet of his huge body, there is also a large group of dark red monsters.

  The most conspicuous among them is the figure standing near his right foot nearly three meters high covered with ferocious blood thorns.

  In the field of vision of the super sense, the scarlet light it emits is obviously more dazzling than other dark red monsters, and the range is also larger.

   At first glance, it is not an easy character to deal with!

   "Stupid followers of evil gods."

  Suddenly, the Rapp wizard above spoke.

  Colin cast his gaze over.

   This was the first time he heard Wizard Rapp speak.

  The voice is calm and slightly hoarse, as if rubbing against rusted iron.

   Oman was not annoyed when he heard the words, but just sarcastically said:

   "Stupid mortals who don't know the horrors of reality."

  Wizards and cultists like them are at odds with each other. I don’t know how many times this kind of scolding has happened.

   "I thought you were afraid to come over." Wizard Rapp spoke again.

  Aman smiled faintly, didn't answer, just waved his big hand and slapped heavily on the translucent shield in front of him.

  Boom!

  Rapp frowned slightly, clenched his wand tightly, and maintained the stability of the wizard formation.

  He wanted to delay with words for a while longer, after all, the longer the time passed, the more advantageous it would be for him.

   But Oman is obviously not a stupid person.

  Boom!

  The blood-colored energy continuously bombarded the translucent shield of the witch formation, causing ripples.

  Looking shaky, Wizard Rapp relaxed slightly.

  If it's just this kind of attack intensity...then there will be no other outcome in this battle!

   But he didn't take it lightly, he raised his hand and waved his wand tentatively.

  A bucket-thick transparent beam shot at Oman's chest.

   Shua!

  The blood-colored mist spontaneously formed a round shield on Oman's chest, successfully intercepting the beam.

  Rapp frowned, dismissing his intention to attack again.

   These attacks are nothing more than pointless consumption.

   Unless you try your best to attack, in Oman's current state, these ordinary attacks alone will not be able to cause damage, or even consume Oman's energy.

"Roar!"

  The dark red monsters around Oman are also attacking the shield at this time!

   Bang bang bang!

  By virtue of their sheer number, the movement they make is also astonishing.

  Rapp didn't care.

  For him, below the official wizard...but they are just ants.

  His main attention is still on Oman.

   There was no emotion on Oman's god-like face, but he kept bombarding the shield.

  The shield shook like jelly, but it didn't appear to be broken in the slightest.

  The situation was deadlocked like this.

  The apprentices below seemed to realize that the situation was not as critical as they imagined, or that Mr. Rapp was as powerful as he thought.

  In short, after realizing that Oman seemed unable to break through the shield, their expressions all eased up.

  Colin stared at a group of monsters in Oman who were blocked by the shield not far away.

   I was also a little stunned in my heart,

  A group of monsters in Oman were so powerful in Black Rock City before, but now they are firmly isolated from the witch formation behind their backs.

   Not far in front of him.

  The three-meter-tall monster covered in spikes is doing all it can to keep bombarding the shield, and its gestures are full of power!

  If it were his current defense, if he stood still and allowed it to attack, it might be broken by it in less than two minutes.

  But such a powerful attack only caused weak ripples in front of Wuzhen.

   Only the attack of Aman's huge blood-colored figure can make the shield shake violently.

  Colin's nervous heart gradually fell.

  The outcome of this incident may have been decided when Wizard Rapp rationally and cruelly chose to avoid the edge.

  In this dangerous world, the Rapp wizard who has lived for nearly three hundred years... is far more powerful and experienced than he imagined.

  Boom!

   It seemed that he realized that he was powerless with the shield in front of him, and the frequency of Oman's attacks became faster and faster.

  The power is getting bigger and bigger!

  Seeing this, Wizard Rapp gripped his wand tightly, but his expression became more and more relaxed.

  My own set of witch formations was upgraded and transformed from the original rulers of the island, the Heishi family.

  Even if facing a second-order wizard, he can persist for at least half an hour.

  If Oman only has this strength, then trying to break the witch formation before the end of the projection is just a dream.

   Just when everyone thought the overall situation was settled.

  Mountainside.

   Whoosh!

  A thin dark red figure was approaching the wizard's territory under the cover of night, and the top of its scepter-like right hand emitted a scarlet light.

   Soon, it merged into the group of dark red monsters like a drop of water.

   It just came to the feet of Oman's huge body.

   "Damn it!"

  Oman shouted angrily outside the shield, as if he knew that his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

  He raised his arm, and the blood-colored mist quickly gathered towards his fingertips like a stream of water, condensing into a small red-black ball the size of a human head.

  After the ball is formed, it will automatically leave the fingertips, and it seems to fly slowly but quickly to the shield.

   Wizard Rapp's eyes narrowed slightly, and he increased the output of magic power again.

  The translucent shield is more solidified than the naked eye.

  Chick!

  When the black and red ball touched the shield, there was not much movement, but there was a slight chirping sound.

  But the shield of the witch formation flickered indefinitely, being pulled and twisted by the black and red balls!

  Rapp's expression became serious.

   "Teacher Rapp..." An apprentice murmured worryingly below.

  Colin also stared at the black and red ball blocked by the translucent shield not far away, but he couldn't do anything.

  These wizards can only watch the battle here.

  Even the peak apprentices like Berkeley can't get involved in the current battle situation at all.

  ...The witch formation also relies on the magic stone veins as energy, and does not need them to input magic power.

  Colin withdrew his gaze and sighed slightly in his heart.

  The next second, he was slightly taken aback.

  In the corner of his extrasensory vision, he caught a glimpse of an unusual dark red monster.

  It has a thin body, its right hand is in the shape of a scepter, and the scarlet light on its body is the same as that blood thorn monster, far stronger than other dark red monsters!

  At this time, it was standing at Aman's feet, gradually sublimated, turning into a red mist, and blending into Aman's body.

  In the red mist, a golden flash can be seen vaguely.

  For some reason, Colin suddenly felt panic for no reason.

   His mind moved slightly, and the aura of witchcraft flickered on him.

   It was also at this moment that even Colin's witchcraft brilliance had not disappeared.

  A huge scarlet palm passed through the shield as if unimpeded, and slapped Wizard Rapp!

  The scarlet palm is as solid as a black and red ball, and the fine red and black light spots are constantly flashing around, with a terrifying power.

  Rapp's complexion changed drastically!

  Don't bother to explore why the witch array doesn't work, concentrate on waving the wand with all your strength to resist.

  The shield of the witch formation on the side lost his blessing, and could no longer withstand the power of the black and red ball.

   Click!

   Shattered like glass.

  Boom! !

  The black and red ball exploded suddenly.

  …

  Somewhere on a street corner in Black Rock City,

  Harrington held the scepter with dark golden patterns, and stared in the direction of the wizard leader, his eyes filled with anticipation.

  Seeing the black and red flame rising from the wizard's collar as expected, he felt a burst of joy in his heart!

  ‘…My hard work for so long was not in vain. '

  'Old Rapp...' He sneered and murmured in a low voice:

   "Heishi Island will always belong to our Heishi family!

  The Blackstone wizard leader will always belong to the Blackstone family, including the wizard formation above! "

  The black and red flames obscured his vision. He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Heywood, the black man beside him.

  Heywood felt Harrington's eyes cast on him, his heart skipped a beat, and he bowed his head more respectfully.

  Puff!

  But in the next second, accompanied by the faint sound of the wind, he felt a severe pain in his heart!

  A scepter with dark golden lines pierced through his heart.

  Heywood subconsciously held the dark golden scepter in his big dark hand.

  Blood spurted out from the gap between the wound and the scepter, instantly staining his hands red.

  He raised his head and stared at Harrington with disbelieving eyes, his **** mouth opened and closed unconsciously.

   Then, he fell heavily to the ground.

   Poof.

  Harrington pulled out the scepter from Heywood's corpse, waved it lightly a few times, and shook off the blood stained on the spikes at the end.

  Now that the plan has been implemented, Aman successfully deceived the Wuzhen with his help.

  Then there is no need to keep these materials used to study how to hide from the witch array.

  Boom!

  Suddenly, a dazzling light burst from behind!

  Harrington suddenly turned around.

  Boom! boom! boom!

   While he was turning his head back, glaring lights came from behind one after another.

  He squinted slightly and looked at the wizard collar on the top of the mountain, his face gradually sank.

  The constantly flickering light hit his gloomy face, adding a bit of terror to his already ugly complexion.

  ‘This iconic light is undoubtedly the old man Rapp’s signature first-level high-ranking witchcraft—Sunday Fireball...’

  Harrington's heart sank gradually.

   You must know that the witch formation is not a rigid thing.

  The credentials he gave Oman only allowed him to have a surprise attack.

   Oman...must have one hit to lay the dust!

  Otherwise, when the old man Rapp reacts, he can quickly adjust the witch formation, recognize him, and defend again.

   Even if the shield of the wizard formation is temporarily broken, as long as the center of the wizard formation is not destroyed.

  Rapp can still get the blessing of the witch formation, and the translucent defensive shield can be regenerated soon.

  In this case, if Oman's first blow did not cause critical damage.

  The longer the time, the greater the advantage of Rapp.

  And judging from the current situation, this constantly flickering light undoubtedly means—

  Oman failed to lay the dust with a single blow.

   "Those who believe in gods are indeed a bunch of idiots."

  Harrington put away the dark gold patterned scepter in his hand, no longer missed it, turned and left with a cold face.

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   crackling crackling—

  Not far away, the wooden structure of the building wailed in the raging fire.

   "Cough—cough—"

  Colin coughed, waved his hand to sweep away the black smoke in front of him, and looked around with his eyes wide open.

  The wizard leader in front of him no longer looked like a mountain, and everything he could see with the naked eye was burning.

   Wooden houses, grass, trees, and even the bodies of some dead apprentices...

  The dormitory area where the junior apprentices lived is now just a ruin.

   Crack!

  Boom.

  Another building collapses in flames.

  The sound of the collapse reminded him of the explosion that seemed to destroy the world just now...

correct!

  Where is Rapp Wizard? !

  Colin scanned the sky, but found no one.

   There is no Rapp wizard, nor is there that huge **** figure.

  Chick!

   Not far away, the sound of fire extinguishing mixed with noisy voices came.

   "Hurry up and put out the fire!"

   "Here's a wounded one!"

  Colin ran in the direction of the sound.

   Thanks to the protection of a limit-breaking secondary high temperature tolerance and other defensive witchcraft, he was not injured.

   It was just shrouded in the harsh light just now and couldn't see what happened.

   But within two steps, he gradually stopped.

  In view,

  A familiar figure in gray robe reappeared in midair.

  Small in stature, but not to be ignored.

   More updates are coming!

  

  (end of this chapter)