high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 468 Avonlo's Dragon Breath Imitation Technique

"Looked up!"

The severe pain like a tearing heart spread from his body, and every blood vessel was trembling crazily, as if an iron chain was wrapped around his neck, tightening, tightening, and constantly pressing down!
In the drowsy pain and fear, exhausted Lund stretched his neck tremblingly, and saw a ball of steel-like light appearing in Quintus' palm.

Then, press yourself coldly!
Type [-] spells - lesser mechanical mind.

Crazy, uncontrolled thoughts were united by a force. Lund heard his heartbeat gradually slow down. He suddenly felt tired, but the fatigue quickly dissipated, and the stiff power in his body gathered from all directions. Come on, hug him again.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

I do not know how long it has been.

When reason and emotion were pulled back to the body again, Lund opened his eyes, and all he saw was Quintus's sinister face suppressing his anger.

"I……"

"Damn idiot, you are such a waste!"

Quintus couldn't help but sneer:
"I obeyed your sister's order and brought you together to carry out the mission of the secret religion, but damn it, Lund, tell me, what did you do?!"

"Did you kill someone? Or were you killed? Teleportation... that's it? Is this your spell? Lund, you have consumed eleven of my Type [-] spell slots! Give it up, as I said earlier, you Never fit to be a mage."

"No matter how many spells you master, how many schools of supermagic techniques, compared with the hole in your heart, your rationality will always be like a butter cookie under a diamond tableware, which will be shattered with a light stroke of a knife and fork."

Quintus looked down at the pale face with half pity and half indifference: "Your courage died 23 years ago, together with your subsequent life... Consider the teacher's proposal carefully, and permanently solidify the mechanical mind in your soul , isn’t this also a relief for you?”

"No...never."

Lund took a breath and clenched his fists: "I promised my mother... I... I will become an outstanding mage in the family..."

"Quintus, my friend, stop laughing at me."

He looked up:

"There is a coward's soul in this body. I know better than anyone about it, but..."

Lund fell silent suddenly.

Quintus on the side shook his head indifferently.

Not long after.

He suddenly stretched out his hand: "By the way, who is the person who killed your night demon, what did she do to you, human fear or soul boiling?"

"No, it's a man." The corners of Lund's eyes twitched slightly: "That man..."

"Forget it, I'll see for myself."

Quintus' pupils suddenly glowed with colors like melting iridescent light.

Being watched silently by those iridescent eyes, Lund's memory suddenly went black, and then gradually drifted like smoke, wisp after wisp, staggered and layered towards the opposite side.

"Speed, super-fast self-healing, and barely decent physical fitness, but it can only be described as mediocre."

In the center of the flames and smoke, the humanoid creature slowly crawling out of the deep pit showed an incomparably coquettish side. His bare feet stepped on the pulpy flesh, and every inch of injured skin on his body was healing rapidly, sucking the air greedily. the substance in it.

The memory is read scene by scene at a very high speed.

A few seconds later, Quintus' pupils flashed and returned to normal black and white:
"There is a circle of force field-like biological information on his body, the effect is equivalent to Type [-] or about Type [-] human fear. This kind of force field-like biological information should use eyes as the medium, and everyone who sees him will feel Carry out indiscriminate group psychic attacks."

"Four types of human fear, with my current mental resistance, I can be exempted from the past without using the protection of the power of Pusi. It's not too difficult."

Quintus waved his hands indifferently, and invisible chains bound Alvin and Elena, who were fainting and dying, and pulled them towards him like dead dogs.

"Let's go, I'll take you to deal with him, then teleport to Yolf, and from there back to the Confederacy."

Quintus shrank his fingers wickedly, and the invisible chain began to exert force like a python strangling, and Alger, who was unconscious, clearly showed pain on his face.

Lund heard the sound of a sternum cracking.

"Let's go quickly, I'm going to help you get revenge." Quintus patted him on the shoulder: "Hurry up, I killed so many people in the United States of America, and the Association of Humanities will not sit idly by..."

"It's troublesome to be entangled by them."

Lund frowned.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, just when he was about to give up on this question and was about to open the portal.

The air suddenly fell silent.

"Not good!" Quintus' face suddenly changed.

puff! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Huge, heavy wind pressure fell from the sky!

The humanoid legs shrouded by the hurricane inserted into the concrete floor, like a sword, and stood firmly!

The glass on both sides of the street shattered in unison, and the rain-like sharp fragments slammed on everyone's head. Amid the loud noise, Quintus' eyeballs shook, and he let out a suppressed moan deep in his throat.

That is a majesty!
The majestic majesty that is as desperate as mountains and seas is like a god descending into the world!

The sound of glass shards breaking through the air resounded like a sword. In this violent sound wave, Quintus seemed to hear the loud noise like a storm and tsunami, and it seemed like thousands of gods were roaring in unison on the sea!
"Found you."

The tremors and wind gradually dissipated.

The figure that was surrounded by the hurricane slowly raised its head. He had a face that was too young or immature, with platinum-blond long hair hanging down to his shoulders. Against the facial features that were as clear as classical sculptures, he seemed vaguely unreal.

His feet pierced deeply into the concrete pavement like swords, standing upright like javelins.

Quintus understood.

The person in front of him couldn't walk on his legs, and he could only maintain a basic balance of standing in this way.

"To be honest, I have always been curious about you, your production, magic, and your structure..."

He began to speak, and countless water vapor gathered into a cloud-like creation, lifting him up.

"Can elements be partially controlled?"

Quintus dismissed a thought in his heart: "Is it a wild mage?"

"I once selected Rayleigh, the investigator of the Masonry Association, to let him explain my doubts, but unfortunately, his authority is too low, and he doesn't know much about you. Not only did he not give me What substantial rewards did it bring, on the contrary, it also gave me a bunch of scumbags to eat."

Bai Shu looked down at the two people with very different expressions, and said:
"Can you answer my question?"

"...It's really a miraculous force field. It's not like Human Fear and Soul Boiling, but more like Igza's Shocking Palm in the five types of spells."

After a brief silence, Quintus suddenly laughed:

"Okay, I can answer your question and answer, but before that, why don't you give a password first."

"signal?"

"Yes."

"Uh..." Bai Shu tentatively said, "Encounter in another world, enjoy delicious food?"

There was no sound from the other side.

In the next second, a tsunami-like torrent of spells crazily poured out of Quintus——

Gravity field, rainbow jet.

Void Bomb, Burning Cloud.

Fireball, acid arrows.

The blade of Olutic, withered flesh, static force field...

Colorful spells blasted towards the sky, and the rays of light of various colors intermingled together, like a beautiful and dangerous grand fireworks.

"It's really stupid, leaving me with such a long casting time, then, let's make the last blow..."

Quintus sneered and raised the Portuguese staff in his palm, and the surge of magic energy poured in, making his body brighten up in an instant, like a little sun:

"Five types of magic, Avonlo's dragon breath imitation technique!"

(End of this chapter)