Gunpowder Plate Armor and the Magic Revolution

The three wind blades shot out almost simultaneously. Before Norze could even see their trajectories, he heard three crisp "hissing" sounds.

Three neat, half-inch-deep grooves instantly appeared on the hard stone wall. Stone chips fell to the ground as if sliced ​​off by an invisible knife, and the three wind blades were deflected in mid-air half a foot away from the man's back.

"He bounced away without even looking?!"

Andrew's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

The Valencian royal sorcerer finally turned around slowly.

He removed his hood, revealing a sharply defined face. A grotesque scar ran from his right eyebrow to his jawline. His icy blue eyes were completely still, as if he were looking at three lambs to the slaughter.

"Is that all you've got?"

He chuckled, his fingertips twitching slightly as he uttered a phrase in heavily accented Valencian, "stultus porcuso [stupid pig], Mudbloods are indeed a bunch of worthless trash."

Noze could clearly feel the surrounding magic frantically converging on the man; the immense and vast magical fluctuations were a power he had never experienced before.

Compared to him, her meager magic was like a mountain stream compared to a vast ocean.

After all, the opponent could cast the energy-intensive spell of melting gold out of thin air without even using any alchemical materials.

The enemy is definitely preparing a deadly move!

"Scatter, everyone!"

With a roar, Noze mobilized all the magic power in his body, breaking it into hundreds of threads thinner than a hair, and quickly wrapped them around the man's wrists and ankles.

"Andrew! Hurry!"

He didn't expect this method to hurt the opponent at all; he only hoped to disrupt the opponent's spellcasting rhythm and buy Andrew even a second.

Andrew instantly understood, his fingertips rapidly channeling magic, while simultaneously crushing the alchemical material bottle at his waist.

An orange-red flame suddenly ignited at his fingertips, burning brighter and brighter until it condensed into a fireball the size of a fist, radiating a heat so intense it burned the skin.

"Fireball!"

Andrew hurled the fireball, which trailed a long tail of flame and hurtled straight toward the royal sorcerer's face.

Even if the fireball is deflected, the molten metal inside will scatter and explode, leaving the opponent with no room to dodge in this narrow alley.

Just then, Noze's magic threads finally wrapped around the enemy's wrist. He pulled back with all his might, trying to forcefully interrupt the opponent's spellcasting.

But the next second, a terrifying recoil force came crashing down along the magic threads, like a red-hot iron hammer slamming into his skull.

Noze groaned, and two streams of blood gushed from his nose as all the magic threads snapped inch by inch.

"The Federation people are so stupid that they actually delivered their 'divine body' to me for me to beat up."

The royal sorcerer didn't even glance at Norze, simply waving his hand casually.

The fireball that was hurtling towards them seemed to be caught in the air by an invisible hand, and suddenly stopped in mid-air. Then, like a candle flame that had been extinguished, it vanished without a trace, leaving only molten metal falling to the ground with a sizzling sound.

Before Andrew could react, the other party lightly tapped his finger, and an invisible force slammed into his chest.

Like a broken rag doll with its bones removed, he flew backward and crashed heavily into the stone wall with a dull thud. A mouthful of blood gushed out and flowed down his chin.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his palm, Lucas picked up a rusty iron pipe from the ground and charged forward with a roar.

He knew he was no match for them, but he couldn't just stand by and watch his two brothers be defeated one by one.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

The royal sorcerer's eyes turned cold, and he raised a finger and lightly tapped it at Lucas, who was charging towards him.

"Iron Binding Technique".

The scattered iron pieces, nails, and metal fragments on the ground instantly floated up, as if controlled by an invisible hand, and swarmed towards Lucas!

In less than a minute, the royal sorcerer had effortlessly cast three completely different spells.

Lucas couldn't dodge it at all. The sharp iron shard tore through his clothes, leaving several deep, bone-revealing gashes on his back. Rusty iron nails pierced his spine, and blood instantly soaked through his clothes. He fell heavily to the ground and could no longer get up.

All three were seriously injured, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of each other's clothes.

This is an absolute crushing defeat, an insurmountable gap.

The royal sorcerer strolled towards them, his icy blue eyes filled with a cruel smile. "Alright, it's time to send you on your way. Blame it on your own blindness for provoking me."

He slowly raised his hands, palms up, and uttered a few ancient and obscure syllables.

The surrounding air instantly became thick and cold, and an invisible force carrying a bone-chilling coldness pressed frantically towards the three of them from all directions.

"Disintegration Technique"

It felt as if countless red-hot steel needles had suddenly pierced his skull from all sides, churning wildly within his brain tissue. Every nerve screamed, every inch of flesh was burning.

At the same time, his skull was being tightly constricted by a constantly shrinking iron band, which was slowly crushing his skull.

He saw Lucas lying on the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his body convulsing violently as if electrocuted, and emitting incoherent wails.

He saw Andrew huddled in the corner, his face ashen, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, desperately trying to get up.

He could clearly feel his consciousness being crushed bit by bit, like glass being shattered into countless pieces under his feet.

My vision began to darken, the wailing in my ears grew fainter and fainter, until finally, all was silent.

As his consciousness gradually faded, he became like a bystander floating in mid-air, watching the young man named Noze Stella slowly slide into the abyss of death.

Not reconciled.

I cannot die yet.

With his last ounce of strength, Norze forced his fading consciousness back and desperately opened his eyes.

Just then, a cold, silver light flashed past his eyes.

fast.

It's almost at its limit.

Noze didn't even see what it was; he only heard an extremely sharp whooshing sound, like a bullet tearing through the air.

Then came a muffled "plop" sound.

That was the sound of something piercing through the skull.

The next second, the iron clamp that had been gripping his brain suddenly disappeared, followed by an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion and depletion.

The arrogant royal sorcerer before them remained in the posture of casting a spell, except that a neat blood hole had appeared in the center of his forehead.

Red and white brain tissue mixed with blood splattered onto the stone pavement behind them.

His icy blue eyes still held a lingering sense of disbelief and astonishment.

With a thud, the royal sorcerer's corpse fell straight to the ground.