ultimate special forces king

Chapter 1199 Who can jump out of the world of mortals!

The few young magicians who had seen the whole battle process deeply understood that no matter how many people there were, it would not be enough to see, and they would only die and become cannon fodder.

Inside the car, Lin Zhen looked at the mentor of the Magic Guild and said coldly, "How much do you know about ancient spells?"

The long-haired, black-robed instructor who was originally depressed and depressed, heard Lin Zhen's question, and a glint of light flickered in his empty eyes.

"You... what did you say? An ancient spell?"

"Yes, ancient spell." Lin Zhen said.

The long-haired, black-robed mentor barely condensed a trace of magical energy in his eyes, and carefully observed Lin Zhen's body. After a while, he suddenly showed an excited smile, and then laughed heartily, haha.

"Okay, okay, you're dead... No matter how powerful you are, it's of no use. Of those who have fallen under the ancient spell, there will be a few who can survive it in the end. You're dead, haha, I really want to Know, who is able to cast the ancient spell on you."

Lin Zhen said coldly, "If you don't tell me how to dissolve the ancient spell, you will die."

The long-haired black-robed instructor said coldly: "I would rather die than die now. It is enough to be buried with you. Come on, do whatever you can to me. No matter how much torture and pain, as long as I think that you have fallen into the ancient spell, then I will die." I am very pleased, death is not a pity, haha..."

This guy laughed very presumptuously and indulgently. He was frustrated and depressed in the release of his heart, and he vented it out happily at this time.

He knew very well that if a person who had been hit by an ancient spell didn't find a matching solution, he would die back within a year.

It seems to have a lifespan of one year, but people who have been hit by the ancient spell will slowly start to have the effect of backlash. The further they go, the more powerful the backlash will be. No one can bear it, and almost all of them are halfway through the attack When it's time, it will be firm-unable to hold on to death, that is to say, Lin Zhen only has a few months to live.

This is still a life-and-death pain every time an attack occurs, which is more intense than the pain he suffered from the burning blue flames before. This is not only physical pain, but also throbbing and tearing pain in the depths of the soul, it is really painful To the depths of the soul.

Rabeya, who was driving, sank to the bottom of her heart when she heard the words of the long-haired black-robed instructor. Combined with the various news and rumors she had received from the family before, she was very anxious and sad in her heart.

Ancient spells are a kind of weird witchcraft, full of unknowns and weirdness. Ordinary people simply cannot get access to this information. Even for people with magical abilities, witchcraft is a very magical field that few people can get in touch with. .

Now that this happens, many people with magical abilities are very afraid, even afraid of falling into this ancient spell.

As for the people who understand the ancient spells, apart from the very old inheriting families, there are only a few people who are very secretive and lonely.

Even in the Magic Guild of Country D, there are no more than two people who know ancient spells, and the long-haired black-robed instructor has only heard news and rumors about it, but he doesn't know how to cast ancient spells.

"Is it an ancient spell cast by an emissary below me?" the long-haired black-robed instructor asked coldly.

Lin Zhen didn't want to admit it, but it didn't seem to make much sense. He said, "That guy cast an ancient spell on me before he died. If you tell me what you know, I can spare your life."

The long-haired black-robed instructor sneered: "Don't say I don't know, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you that you are not far away from death after being hit by an ancient spell, and you will have a seizure for the first time soon, but May you be able to withstand the power of the first backlash."

"Of course I will bear it." Lin Zhen said coldly.

The long-haired black-robed instructor gave a strange smile: "Hey, do you think it will be fine after you bear it? The power of the second backlash will be doubled. The longer you endure, the more powerful the next burst will be. I advise you to kill yourself at the first attack, so as to relieve the pain."

Lin Zhen frowned. He felt that the other party didn't seem to be lying, but he knew this, but he couldn't really kill the other party right now. It seemed necessary to go to the headquarters of the Magic Guild.

"What was the name of the man who cast the ancient spell on me?"

The long-haired black-robed instructor said coldly, "I don't know."

Lin Zhen stared into the other person's eyes, and said coldly: "You know, tell me, if you can really be buried with you, you would have killed yourself by biting your tongue or self-immolated with magic in your body."

The long-haired black-robed instructor snorted coldly, but did not speak.

"If you don't tell me, do you want to endure some pain again? This time, I will let you have no chance to beg for mercy until you can't bear the pain and die."

Lin Zhen's words made the other party tremble uncontrollably.

In this world, there are a few truly detached people who are not afraid of life and death.

Everyone is extremely attached to this world of mortals, even if the world is full of all kinds of setbacks, pain, joys and sorrows, parting and reuniting, this kind of life full of doom and torment, everyone enjoys it and sinks into it, No one will sensibly abandon this world of mortals.

How many of those pondering people did not make impulsive choices when they were unconscious or irrational, and they really decided to commit suicide as rationally as the long-haired black-robed mentor in front of them, I am afraid that in the long history of mankind , only a few people with great wishes like Qu Yuan can do it.

Lin Zhen gave him a little time to think, and when he was about to act, the long-haired black-robed instructor said in a deep voice, "Alan Turing, this is his name."

"Aren't there four messengers below you? How do you know that the one who shot me is Alan Turing?"

The man said: "Perhaps Alan Turing is the only one of the four envoys who knows how to cast ancient spells."

Lin Zhen stared at him for a while, judging whether what the other party said was true.

Ten minutes later, the car came to a quiet place. There was a courtyard, three stories high, blocked by a high wall. There were two magicians and a few ordinary people inside.

The arrival of Lin Zhen and the others quickly alarmed these people.

"Mentor, are you alright?" A young man saw that the long-haired black-robed mentor was wounded, and his breath was sluggish.

"It's okay, take us to the basement..."

"Yes!" The two young magicians led them into an underground passage in the yard without hesitation, and walked down.

There are lights in the passage, so you can clearly see the scene inside.

A few people walked in, and soon came to a row of iron-barred rooms, each of which trapped a person. There are two basements here, and there should be more than a dozen rooms with individual iron-barred rooms. room.

(End of this chapter)