Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 294 Blood Disaster
The ever-increasing pain that seemed to be endless made Sylvia's mind a little blurred. Even if she was a witch, she would not die, and there was a limit to her endurance, so she made the first move, and the first move was a big move.

Under the infusion of terrifying magic power, the pitch-black thorns, which were still swaying like seaweed, stiffened in an instant, straightening up, and at the same time became harder than steel, pushing Fiendfire into Owen's domain. The monsters fought.

The monster transformed by Fiendfire has no entity, even if it is torn apart, it will be reborn in a blink of an eye, but the magic power and curse of the dark thorns are infecting, making Fiendfire no longer pure, and even the infected Fiendfire monster is Showing a painful look, Owen suddenly took a breath, and the witch of the dark path really couldn't be seen according to common sense.

The monster transformed by Fierce Flame is considered a kind of elemental creature, which can make elemental creatures feel pain. This is simply not something that can be done by magic, unless it is a law.

Owen gritted his back teeth, feeling a little regretful, this time he was a bit sloppy, thinking that he could finally pretend to be slapped in the face, who would want to pick a hard stubble and pierce his mouth.

Although he learned a lot about the witch from Emile, he didn't know what the witch's true nature was, and neither did Emile, probably only his cheap mother-in-law knew.

If you don't know the depth of the opponent, if you continue to fight, the opponent will burst into seeds one after another, and instead you will turn yourself on the ground and rub repeatedly. At that time, it will not be a matter of embarrassment. You can see that Sylvia is crazy now In the hands of the opponent, a thousand cuts are light.

The problem is that they are all on fire now. Even if Owen wants to stop, Sylvia, who is in high spirits, will not agree, but will be more forceful.

After Owen hesitated, his momentum naturally declined by three points, and he saw the cheap Sylvia taking advantage of the situation to attack.

Finally, Sylvia's pressing step by step made Owen angry too. We are all young people, why should you let you, besides, he is a young man, he is full of blood, and his brain is congested, who cares about the consequences, do it first Damn it.

"Bones shattered, the sharp edge disappeared, Cruciatus cut the bones, Avada Kedavra!" Owen rolled up his sleeves, took out the Elder Wand, and first gave her a set of spells that perfectly reflected the sharp tongue as a foreplay.

With many blessings, the magic spell, which originally met the level of lethality for children's reading, showed its own terrifying side. Once it was smashed, it exploded a vacancy of ten meters in the dark thorn forest as hard as steel. Within this range, all substances All were shattered, and Shenfeng Wuying was like a sickle, easily cutting through the black thorns in front of him, allowing the next two spells to hit Sylvia successfully.

From this, it can be seen how inexperienced the two are. Sylvia was so easily hit by the curse, and Owen was also dizzy, and even performed Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra.

The pain caused by Cruciatus didn't even make Sylvia realize the true effect of this spell, but instead felt refreshed, and more magic power emerged.

Although Avada Kedavra is an instant-death magic, but as a cursed witch, she also has the attributes of pain and immortality. A bite of a big melon will at most make her nose bleed, not as much as my aunt.

Seeing the more energetic Sylvia, Owen was suddenly speechless.

When the opponent is perverted enough, even his almost perverted pervert has no good solution.

I thought about my own methods, unless I exposed the methods of the hole card level, let alone defeating the opponent, I guess it would be difficult to even stand in a stalemate.

Don't forget that Owen has such power right now, that's because he is in the stage of explosion, but everyone should know that the explosion of a man is generally not very long, and most of them only last a few seconds, just like the sprint in the last stage of a [-]-meter race. It took a long time to be out of breath afterwards, and Owen's ability to continue to explode for so long is already a talent.

But now Owen has felt a little powerless, the power of the demon king has begun to decline, and the spread of Fierce Flame has reached its limit. He is trying his best to restrain him now. If it really gets out of control, it is impossible to ignite the entire secret realm, but he has no choice but to cause any consequences. And I know, so just to be on the safe side, Fiendfire can't get out of control.

The problem is that although both of them are half-dead, the momentum they erupted is not comparable to that of a legend. They are afraid that the dead will be woken up, let alone half-dead.

Owen's movements suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at the castle. Sylvia didn't know that nerve was touched, and it was rare to wake up. She also looked at the castle, but her face was even uglier.

"The plague of blood has awakened!" Sylvia said through gritted teeth, and at the same time gave Owen a hard look. If it weren't for him, the family's decades-long plan would have succeeded this time. If the disaster is awakened in advance, if the Academy City is alarmed, even her father, Grand Duke Macaron, will be in a state of distress.

"It seems that we have a common enemy now." Owen didn't want to fight with Sylvia anymore, because there was no benefit at all, as for the hatred between the two sides.

Although the other party wants to kill him, isn't it not successful yet? Besides, there are too many stabbings between nobles. If you really want to be serious about each one, it is probably busier than the dwarves in the medieval Warhammer. A book of hatred that is not thick enough is probably not enough. It won't be long.

So as long as there is no success, everyone is still good friends on the surface, cooperate when it is time to cooperate, at most, replace it with a mace when it is time to make trouble, and squat down at the mouth of the well to solve the memory by the way, so that the other party can be stigmatized forever.

After waking up, Sylvia, who has been well educated by the nobles, of course will not continue to act impulsively. She can be self-willed, but that is only for people who can be easily crushed to death. Owen is too mysterious, and he has just shown his strength. With a relaxed face, one could tell that this was far from the limit of the other party. To offend such a person, even her father would not make such an idiotic choice.

"Blood disaster, the ancestor of the alien blood race, a powerful demigod, the ghost castle was used to seal his tomb, but it is invalid now." Sylvia said the information she knew with a serious face.

Owen babbled, wondering whether his recent luck was too bad. First, he was hunted down by a demon warlock, then he met a witch who made trouble, and finally a demigod vampire ancestor appeared.

Is the feng shui of the academy city not good enough?Or did the imperial horoscope conflict with him?

Owen couldn't figure it out. After so many years in the Northland, it was so difficult to even meet a high-level professional. How long did it take to come to the Empire to meet two legends and half gods.

The most troublesome thing is that this bloody disaster who is waking up, no matter in terms of nickname, race, or the current situation, there is no reason to let the two of them send food to the door.

Although not all demigods are powerful, and some can't even beat legends, a blood demigod obviously cannot be classified as weak. The fighting power of the blood race itself is not weak, and the vitality is more tenacious, not worse than the immortal body of the witch , it would be even more outrageous if it was a demigod. Even Owen didn't want to meet such an opponent.

(End of this chapter)