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Aenarion drew out his wand of identification and performed an identification spell on the girl next to Mahmoud, assessing the enemy's strength. The two Angelos, two Roman royals, looked extremely confident and did not even bother to hide their information.

On her frail, quiet face, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses made in Northern Italy, and a thin chain made of pure gold, along with the ends of her golden hair, hung over her fair and beautiful cheeks.

【Estariel Angelos】

Level 6 (1st level Affliction Warlock + 5th level Archivist)

Level 6 (5th level Psychic Scholar + 1st level Chaos Scholar)

Health 21, Mana 85

Akanthe Scimitar +2 hits, magic damage 0~7

Protection 5 (+5 Mithril Chain Shirt)

Strength 8, Agility 10, Constitution 10

Intelligence 26, Wisdom 18, Charisma 14

[Mage Headband]: Intelligence attribute +6

[Blood Inheritance: Born in the Purple Chamber]: Activate the dual elite template. You have two completely independent level systems and can choose two completely different career systems at the same time.

Unlike Mahmoud's bucket-shaped all-round warrior, this female Angelos is extremely biased in her studies, but her choice of career... is very terrifying.

The world's magic can be roughly divided into two different categories: primordial magic, and chaotic psionic power.

The two major categories can be further subdivided into countless small categories. For example, magic can be divided into arcane magic and divine magic, and divine magic can be divided into priest magic and druid magic.

Psionics can be divided into the warrior branch and the sorcerer branch. The sorcerer branch can be further divided into six subcategories such as shapers and telepaths.

And her first profession, the ability of the Archivist, can search, discover, and learn all the arcane and divine spells in the world! The Archivist can learn the spells of all professions such as Druid, Priest, Mage, Warlock, and Paladin.

The second class, the Psychic Scholar, has similar abilities to the Archivist, and can integrate all the psychic powers of the Warrior and Warlock branches, as well as the six sub-categories. As long as you can learn it, you can use it all! Chaos Scholars who have been promoted to the psychic level have directly touched the origin of chaos.

This guy's dual professions are archivist who can learn all kinds of magic.

A psychic scholar who can learn all psychic powers. In theory, her trump card is unfathomable. You never know what spells this person can use against you. The first few waves of vines and green bindings are unique methods of druids, released by the ability of the archivist.

However, she is not without weaknesses. This pure spellcaster who lacks melee ability and is very weak is extremely vulnerable once she is approached. Artemisia and Leopard Woman have both recovered, and the current situation is not that she cannot fight.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Mahmoud."

Aenarion said as he loaded the paper bullet.

"I am not so noble as to sacrifice myself in vain to protect Indragnir."

Aenarion stared at the remaining five Janissaries, and aimed the black barrel of his gun at the weak and quiet-looking Angelos.

"But I'm not that mean. I promised Indragnir that I would send her home, and I also received some favors. I won't give up my promise easily!"

Chapter 53: Thinking for a long time will lead to knowing; knowing for a long time will lead to thirst for thinking

"Try to gather those Janissaries together. I don't have much mana left. I need to save it and use group magic to kill them."

Aenarion whispered, and the Leopard Girl nodded, rushing out from under the flaming treetops, shuttling between the Janissaries like lightning. She did not attack, but used the Blessing of Slaanesh to withstand the damage, and then cut the bowstrings of the Janissaries with her fangs and claws, making these slave warriors so angry that they shouted and cursed. They could not disperse and shoot, so they could only draw their scimitars and shields to chase the damn beast, and gradually they were gathered together.

Aenarion placed the kite shield on the ground and pointed the arquebus at Astarielle. Both of her dual professions were weak mages and her physical condition was also poor, unlike her brother who was a bucket-sized hexagonal warrior. At this moment, all her attention was focused on the black muzzle of the gun. She released a magic shield to protect against the attack of projectiles, and her attention was also shifted away from the other Janissaries.

Aenarion smiled with a successful plot, and his right hand loosened the butt of the gun like lightning, pulled out the magic wand at his waist, and directly cast the amplified psychic missile that consumed the secret fire ring! A garnet filled with fire elemental magic suddenly dimmed, and in an instant, five Chaos Fireballs that were strengthened and the damage soared to 12~47 points of flame damage whizzed out from the tip of the Ash Staff, dragging five colorful and terrifying arcs in the air, and at the same time exploded into five groups of dazzling and beautiful colorful fireworks in the chests of the five Janissaries!

This Chaos Fireball, which had been enhanced by two spellcasting levels and strengthened by the Secret Fire Night Raid, dealt a fatal blow to the five Janissaries.

After a successful strike, Aenarion bit the ash wand with his mouth, pulled out the dimensional bag with his free right hand, and threw it hard. It's you! Ogre Lead Sprayer!

The five Janissaries injured by the fireball had not yet reacted before a terrifying shadow covered them. A three-meter-tall ogre Lead Spitter was holding a 1.5-meter-long small cannon, standing in front of them like a nightmare, with a burning fuse in its big mouth.

"Kill them!"

After receiving the order, the monster held the cannon in one hand, pulled the fuse from his mouth with his right hand, stuffed it into the breech, and directly ignited the bronze cannon in his hand that had been loaded with ammunition. In an instant, three hundred grams of iron sand and iron sheets, accompanied by a deafening sound of gunpowder explosion, gushed out from the dark barrel, whistling and splashing in all directions, forming a fan-shaped gray damage in the air, and fired a shotgun shell at the five Janissaries in the face!

The five Janissaries were attracted together. After being hit by a group attack of psychic missiles, their condition was already very bad. At this moment, they were hit by a shotgun at close range. The five of them were blown away by the shotgun like withered leaves, and fell heavily on tree trunks or the ground. Blood gushed out from the gaps in their plate armor, and they never got up again.

Now, only Estariel is left.

The girl was obviously confused at the moment. She pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on her cheek with her slender fingers. Her original plan was to cast spells and bombard the three Roman guards who were also in a very weak state under the protection of the five Janissaries. But, what about my guards? Were they killed in two group attacks?

Mahmoud frowned. He didn't expect that the two women had such a strong recovery ability and could actually get up again. But at this moment, he was fighting a desperate battle with the dragon and could not get away.

Forget it, the enemies are in very bad condition. My sister is, after all, a level six dual elite professional, so it will be no problem for her to deal with the rest of them.

Astariel adjusted her breathing and calmed down her somewhat excited emotions. She usually stayed at home, eagerly learning the spells and psychic powers passed down by the Angelos family. Up to now, she has mastered ninety-nine third-ring magic and psychic powers! This number of spells is one of the most knowledgeable people in the entire Ottoman Empire, not to mention her peers.

And through the history books passed down by the Angelos family, I learned the advantages and disadvantages of each profession, and understood what kind of spells I should use when fighting against different enemies in order to achieve the best results.

Astariel gracefully jumped off her horse, her chain mail rustling with her movements, and her two plump breasts held up the chain mail woven with hundreds of iron rings high up.

Under the long and smooth golden hair, she is quiet and beautiful

On the face, a pair of beautiful purple eyes quickly identified the professions and levels of the four people through the gold-rimmed glasses. There was a undead, a beast warrior, and a paladin. Only the guy who covered his face with a musket used hidden information, so no one knew what his profession was.

Never mind. It doesn't matter if there's no one to protect me. With my profession as an archivist and a psychic scholar, and my mastery of ninety-nine kinds of magic and psychic powers, I have figured out the most suitable spell to destroy them. The formula for victory has already been written.

Leopard Girl charged first, with wisps of blood-colored sweat steam secreted from her four dark and soft paw pads, covering her entire body, and she entered the barbarian's frenzy state. Her 28 points of strength once again soared to 32 during the barbarian's frenzy! Every muscle in her body swelled up, and this strength even surpassed Thomas's dragon! She roared and charged at Astariel! Her claws, as sharp as daggers, gleamed coldly.

The ogre also reloaded his gunpowder at Aenarion's command.

Artemisia healed Nightmare's injuries and rode on Slaanesh's warhorse with four pitch-black flaming hooves stepping into the air. Although she had six professional levels, her physique was very weak and her health was very low. As long as she got close to him, she could defeat him in one go!

Astariel waved two staffs at the same time, and her magical body movements were as elegant and gorgeous as a court dance. She first used a levitation spell to float in the air, which directly abolished all melee attacks. The Leopard Woman was forced to change back into a human-animal hybrid form, transforming into a leopard Fury standing on two legs, and threw a javelin into the sky.

As for the barbarians, the books say that they have strong physiques and quick reflexes, but very weak wills. They can withstand a lot of damaging magic and rush to the wizard to tear him into pieces, but they are very afraid of control spells. A clever enchantment spell can make them lose their combat ability.

While Astarielle used the magic shield to block the javelin, she cast a bewitching spell. A soothing, relaxing piece of music was transmitted to her sensitive cat ears. The Leopard Woman felt her body extremely relaxed, her eyelids gradually drooped, and her eyes gradually fell into darkness. She lay on the battlefield and fell into a deep sleep.

[First Ring Magic·Sleep]: Consume 1 mana point and put a target not exceeding level 4 into a magical sleep.

As for the ogre? It was just a dead spirit. There were as many spells as one could use to bully the dead spirits. Astariel also cast a [Command Dead Spirit] to compete with Aenarion for the control of the ogre zombie.

Seeing the ogre zombie pointing the lead-spraying cannon at him, Aenarion was so scared that he gave up the attack, pulled out his elder wand and cast a [Command Undead] to regain control of the ogre - he didn't want to be hit in the face by the lead-spraying cannon!

[Second Ring Magic: Command the Undead]: Consume 3 mana points and try to control an undead creature. (Duration: 1 day/each level)

The last one is the combination of Nightmare and Paladin. Paladins are indeed tricky. Their professional ability: Divine Grace makes the three immunity of Toughness, Reflex and Willpower very powerful. They have high resistance to all magic, and their melee ability is not much inferior to that of Barbarians. However, the Paladin's summoning of mounts is essentially a spell. The book says that all continuous spells are afraid of dispel magic.

Astariel swung her staff confidently, and a beam of ultimate arcane ray hit the head of the Burning Nightmare squarely, banishing the Chaos Steed directly back to the hellish abyss of the Warp. Artemisia, who lost her horse, fell from the sky like a leaf.

[Third Ring Magic: Dispel Magic]: Consume 5 mana points and try to dispel an active spell.

Mahmoud used overwhelming force to easily suppress everyone, while his sister Astariel accurately grasped the enemy's weakness and used three key spells to easily defeat three enemies. Although the process was different, the result was exactly the same. The magic used by each of them was just right, and the pressure on Aenarion was no less than that of her brother.

And now, she set her sights on Aenarion. Just now, the old man teleported too fast and she didn't see clearly how they fought. When she rushed over, all the people had fallen. It must be nothing big. Although he hid his information, he could control puppets and used flame magic. He should be a turret-style warlock?

The book said that against such a weak spellcaster, a simple offensive magic could tear him into pieces.

Astariel chanted a spell and gracefully rotated her staff. A fireball rose from the tip of her staff like the rising sun, and the fire fell from the sky like a meteor and exploded directly on Aenarion!

But, to her surprise, Aenarion was unharmed by her fireball bombardment, only the psychic bones wrapped around his body were melted a little.

Moreover, during the gap when she cast the fireball spell, Aenarion regained control of the ogre, and the half of the damage shared by [Damage Sharing] also made the leopard girl who fell into a magical sleep wake up again in the severe pain of burning fire! The dangerous one-on-one situation turned back into a three-on-one situation.

A look of panic appeared on Astariel's frail and peaceful face, and her delicate body began to tremble. What the hell...what was going on? The other party didn't die after a fireball, and the Panther Girl's magic sleep state was lifted? There was no such thing in the book? !

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Chapter 14: The Third Magic Pet

Aenarion looked at Astariel's panicked expression and was a little confused. Why was she panicking? Now she only needed to add a command to the dead or a sleep spell, control the ogre, or hypnotize the leopard girl, and the battle would still be in her favor. Why did this girl panic? She even stopped casting spells?

No, considering her profession that allows her to learn all the magic and psychic powers in the world, her relatively young age, and her textbook-like targeted magic... Is this girl a nerd? Or is she a newbie who has learned a lot of theoretical knowledge but has not had time to practice it in practice?

The warlock route I took was indeed weird. The special warlock blood allowed me to practice both psychic and arcane magic, which made me stronger than ordinary warlocks. The difficult pirate ship environment in the early stage forced me to abandon a large number of offensive and amplifying spells and specialize in defense. My defensive ability far exceeded that of the strongest defensive paladin at the same level, but my output ability was still worse than that of the turret and melee warlock of the same level.

This kind of unconventional warlock, probably no one else would do this except himself, so the girl has never seen such a situation before and doesn't know what to do?

If she only relies on the knowledge in the textbooks to fight and doesn't know how to adapt flexibly, then I just need to perform more unreasonable operations.

I defeated Artemisia and obtained a Slaanesh Blessing. I defeated Mariana and obtained her Beastiality Curse. If I knocked this girl unconscious and charmed her into becoming my third pet, would I also have a chance to obtain the bloodline of the Angelos family through the pet's feedback ability? Become a dual elite professional?

Seeing that the actual strength of this opponent was not as strong as he thought, Aenarion became excited and directly put the ogre zombie back into the dimensional bag to prevent him from being controlled again. Then he transformed himself into a peregrine falcon and flew directly towards Astariel.

He wanted to fight me in close combat? It turned out that he was a dragon vein sorcerer who used magic to increase his strength and fought in close combat, similar to my brother. I was just deceived by his spell bombardment just now, so I used the wrong spell! What the book said was right!

Astariel regained her composure. The unknown ability made people frightened, but once they understood what type he was, there was nothing to be afraid of. A melee strategist was indeed more troublesome than a melee fighter. He had a large number of magical enhancement effects and could fly. Using [Dispel Magic] to remove the effects of the enhancement spells one by one was too slow.

But this kind of melee warrior is essentially the same as a combat priest, and is not good at long-range bombing. Just keep your distance and consume his energy from a distance.

Astarielle cast an acceleration spell on herself, increasing her speed rapidly. She rushed out of the burning tree canopy and soared into the sky, avoiding the peregrine falcon transformed by Aenarion. Aenarion was not in a hurry. He first raised his altitude and flew higher than Astarielle, then swooped down from the sky with a roar, like a black lightning, and instantly killed Astarielle!

Although the peregrine falcon is a relatively small eagle and weighs less than one kilogram, it is extremely fast and can even reach speeds of three hundred kilometers per hour when diving. It is one of the fastest creatures in the sky.

Aenarion suddenly returned to his original form and hugged Astariel. The two proud lumps of soft and warm flesh squeezed into all kinds of obscene shapes on his hard chest. With the inertia formed by the rapid dive just now, he dragged her down. He had the psychic bone energy of vitality to save his life. What do you have?

Astariel was also a little panicked at this moment. The book didn't say that a warlock could suddenly turn into a peregrine falcon and swoop down like a druid?

In a hurry, purple halos appeared in her eyes. A pale spine floated on her smooth jade back. Twelve pairs of ribs stretched out, and twenty-four weak arms also protected it. She actually performed the same vitality magic as Aenarion.

The two of them fought each other like this, falling from the tree canopy burning with purple dragon flames like meteors, and fell heavily to the ground. The two psychic skeletons were smashed to pieces, but the battle situation had already turned into close combat.

After being pressed close to her, Astariel panicked a little, her eyes flashing with purple light, and she wanted to add a vitality spell to herself, but Aenarion didn't give her time at all, and he uppercut her jaw! He directly knocked her thin and fragile body into the air, and her two rows of white pearly teeth collided heavily in her lips, making a crisp sound, and her whole head was stunned, and the psychic reading bar was also interrupted.

It takes three seconds to read a psychic power, but it only takes less than a second to punch her in the face.

All spellcasters have a common weakness. Once they are attacked at close range, they have almost no time to cast magic. The few times that I cast spells in close combat were only successful because of the vitality spell or inertia armor that helped me block the damage and avoid being disturbed.

And now, the psychic bones of both sides have been shattered. As long as I keep destroying them, interfering with her spellcasting, and waiting for an opportunity to launch a decisive attack, I can win this battle. Her spells are indeed omnipotent, but her weaknesses are indeed fatal!

Astariel covered her aching jaw. She was dragged into the quagmire of melee combat and was forced to reveal her trump card. She instantly cast a summoning magic. In an instant, five green-bound wolves with branches as bones, vines as flesh, needles as hair, and thorns as claws and fangs came to her side and rushed towards Aenarion with a roar.

Very good, only

With these beasts as my guard, I will have some time to cast magic and turn the tide of the battle, and everything will go according to plan.

Aenarion was getting anxious. He had finally created some distance between them, but if he let her run away again, it would be difficult to fight her in close combat with the same method next time. If she summoned another psychic skeleton, it would be equally difficult for him to penetrate it!

At this critical moment, Artemisia healed her wounds again and rushed to his side. Five Slaanesh chains whizzed out and tightly locked the five green-bound demon wolves, making them slaves of Slaanesh. They turned around and bared their fangs towards their former master.

In an instant, a large number of green vines emerged from the ground again, but this time, the target of these green vines was Astariel.

Several vines wrapped around her arms like poisonous snakes, lifting her feet off the ground and hanging them high. Vines as thick as index fingers penetrated into her chain mail shirt and silk, rubbing and crawling along her fair skin, tightly squeezing into her beautiful flesh, and forming extremely obvious curves outside her clothes. The pair of round, jade-like breasts under the cloak were also made more upright and prominent by the vines.

Three vines even drilled directly into her rosy lips and deep into her respiratory tract and esophagus. She choked and her eyes rolled back. She was unable to chant spells, and all the archivist's spells were sealed.

Aenarion drew his sword, aimed it at her fair neck, and chopped it down in mid-air. Astariel turned pale with fear. Although the psychic scholar's psychic power did not require chanting or movement, there was no time to release it! She closed her eyes in despair, and a trickle of blood flowed down her slender white thighs.

But surprisingly, the sword only stopped above her neck and did not cut it off completely.

At this moment, Aenarion could even hear her extremely rapid and intense breathing and heartbeat. This girl who lacked practical experience was obviously frightened.

"open one's eyes."

Aenarion took off the hood that was covering his face, revealing his peerless beauty. The cold blade of the sword was still across her snow-white neck, ready to cut it off at any time.

Astariel opened her eyes in horror. The layer of psychic mirror mist covering Aenarion's body reflected the softest and most beautiful dreams in the heart of this Turkic elf in her purple pupils, making her already beating heart beat even faster. Two crimson clouds flew out of her frail face as she stared at the handsome face infatuatedly.

It's now!

Aenarion used a charm on the elf, whose defenses had collapsed and who was even scared to death. Astariel was confused and looked at Aenarion, not knowing what had happened. The suspension bridge effect caused by her intense heartbeat made it impossible for her to tell whether her heartbeat was accelerated because of the imminent death or because of Aenarion's handsome appearance.

Damn it, isn't he the guard of the Eastern Roman princess? Is he my enemy? Why do I feel my heart pounding when I look at him?

"Would you like to be my familiar?"

Aenarion's voice, like the devil's whisper, disturbed Astariel's mind.

What happened to me? Was I bewitched? Impossible, the bewitching spell was just for friendship. My current state was definitely not a reaction to the bewitching spell. What on earth was wrong with this elf? Time and time again, every single thing was beyond what I had ever learned in my life?

Astariel was about to refuse, but when she looked at Aenarion's handsome face, the word "refuse" got stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it.

"I agree."

As soon as Astarielle finished speaking, she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen. The other person's name was branded on her body, and an illusory chain was tied around her fair neck.

Aenarion looked at his panel with trepidation, wondering what pet abilities this Angros would share with him. It had to be the double elite one!

And in the eternal abyss, it seemed as if someone responded to his expectations, and the ability he obtained was the warlock bloodline of the Angelos family.

[Magic Pet Ability: Born in the Purple Chamber]: Open the dual elite template, you have two completely independent level systems, and you can choose two completely different career systems at the same time. Level 3 (Level 3 Psion) / Level 0 (Not selected)

Although he did have an independent level and career system, his level was zero. He had to start from scratch and train up little by little. This thing was powerful, but the effort required was twice that of an ordinary person. There was no way to instantly improve his combat ability like the beast curse.

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Chapter 55: Escape from the Tiger's Mouth

"Master, did it succeed?"

The Leopard Woman walked over from the side with a spear in hand, warily. She didn't quite understand Aenarion's methods, and could only understand it as a slave contract, similar to the one Mariana signed with herself.