You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

They then discovered that Sean's spell was not fire, which wizards are naturally able to control, nor was it ice, rock, wind, or lightning, but rather characters shaped like "F".

They seemed to peel off from Sean's palm, floated into the air, and formed a huge golden ring, emitting a light full of rationality and knowledge.

These characters were laid out on the edge of the circle, connected by the "=" sign, as if engraved on a monument, listing a group of third laws of mysticism that were familiar to both mortals and wizards:

"F=-F'"

The essence of matter is energy.

The effect of energy is mutual.

A flurry of bullets hit the center of the circle. It looked empty, but the bullets failed to pass through it. Instead, it was like beams of light shining on the mirror.

The next second—

The ring slowly rotated like a clock, creating waves of golden light.

At this moment, all the bullets shot at Sean were reflected back.

Venster: “???”

Nurse: “???”

The two of them stared in disbelief as if they had seen a ghost. What kind of magic was this that could actually reflect bullets? ?

This is fucking unscientific!

“Stop it now!” they wanted to shout.

Unfortunately it was too late.

The speed of the bullet far exceeds the reaction speed of a novice wizard, and also exceeds the reaction speed of mortals like them.

They didn't even have time to lie down, and could only watch as the dense stream of bullets pierced and tore Jenny's body apart as she stood on the field, creating a puff of blood mist that quickly expanded in their field of vision until she died.

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Chapter 14 The entire army was wiped out

Until his death, Venster never understood why Sean's magic could reflect bullets.

As a mercenary, he is not afraid of death. For people in their line of work, death is inevitable.

If you want to kill someone, be prepared to be killed.

He didn't blame Sean, he just felt very unwilling.

As an outstanding witch hunter, the number of wizards who have died at his hands has exceeded three digits. Venster has seen all kinds of elementary spells. He has experience in dealing with fireballs, ice spikes, earth walls, wind tornadoes, and even soul shocks. However, the golden circle composed of formulas that Sean showed was beyond his cognition.

If he had known that Sean's magic was so strange, he would never have let his men shoot.

——Originally, it wasn’t him who gave the order to fire the gun; it was the nurse from Holkodu who gave the order.

So Venster was unwilling to give up.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, and he has no chance to start over.

Faced with the armor-piercing bullets that his companions had specially asked his men to replace, Winster had no time to make any move and was directly shot into a honeycomb coal. Blood flowed out of the holes in his body like water, turning him into a bloody man.

His legs weakly led him to his knees, and he looked at the indifferent and weak writer not far away. The shock and unwillingness in his eyes lingered for a long time, until his consciousness became blurred. His head finally drooped, and his broken body fell forward, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

The only thing left was the cell phone in his pocket, which luckily had not been hit by the bullet, making a buzzing sound.

……

the other side.

In an office.

A man sat at a desk, holding a telephone receiver and frowning.

Ten minutes ago, he received a call from his leader, asking him to contact Venster immediately and have the witch hunting team in the Black Fruit Rainforest terminate their operations.

You know, the Enlightenment Spring of Black Fruit Rainforest is the main supply channel for their trading company, and a large part of their performance comes from it. He didn't quite understand why the leader wanted to terminate the action, but he still followed the instructions and called Venster.

But the call didn't go through.

He called several times, but no one answered at first, and then the phone was turned off. If he didn't know that Venster was on a mission in the Black Fruit Rainforest, he would have suspected that this guy had gone to a bar to fool around and his phone was stolen again.

He didn't understand what Venster was doing, so he called again, but the phone was still turned off, so he had to report the truth to his leader.

When the leader heard that Winster could not be contacted, he called his own leader.

So, the Flame Crow girl, who had been patiently waiting for a reply, received the call.

"What do you mean by not being able to contact me?"

"No one answered. The phone is now turned off."

"?"

It's over.

The girl suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

Many thieves will first not answer the phone and then turn off the phone. Therefore, this has become a common method for some witch hunters to refuse to accept orders and then put the blame on the thieves afterwards.

She didn't bother to figure out whether it was the former or the latter, because no matter which possibility it was, it meant that she could no longer stop the witch hunt in the Black Fruit Rain Forest, which meant that the prey who drank from the Fountain of Enlightenment was destined to have a tragic end.

Seeing that the girl didn't say anything, the person on the other end of the phone asked carefully, "How about I send a team to check the situation? If he's still alive, I'll find a way to get him here."

The girl was silent for a moment, then said, "It's too late."

With Sean's previous personality, he was not someone who would surrender without a fight, and the only outcome of resistance was being shot on the spot. The best weapon to use against low-level wizards was a gun, and experienced witch hunters would not even let their targets get within ten meters of them, so no matter how fierce the prey was, they would have no chance of fighting them.

Sean is dead.

Or rather, he should be dead by now.

The girl closed her eyes, trying to push away the complicated emotions in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her voice became cold again: "Let your people pass."

The person on the other end of the phone was visibly stunned: "Isn't it too late?"

"It's too late to save people, but..." A fierce light flashed in the girl's eyes, "We can kill people."

Refusing to answer the organization's phone calls was a matter that could be a big or small matter. If she was serious about it, she could be severely punished according to the witch hunters' internal rules. This was a good opportunity to clip the enemy's wings, and she would not let it go.

It can be considered as revenge for Sean.

"Let your people rush over as quickly as possible. The bigger the better. Act impatiently so that they know they have missed something important." The girl warned. She wanted to do everything she should do so that those witch hunters would die with a clear conscience.

"Okay." The other end agreed.

The girl hung up the phone.

The image of Sean appeared in my mind and I bit my lip unconsciously.

She and Sean had only met twice, and it could be said that they were casual acquaintances, and they didn't have a deep relationship, not even ordinary friends. Last time Sean asked her name, she didn't tell him. But even with such a shallow and unfamiliar relationship, she still felt sad for Sean's death.

It would be fine if we didn’t know each other, but now that we know each other, we can’t just pretend nothing happened.

She could never turn a blind eye to the tragedies happening around her.

There is no doubt that she is not a qualified audience.

So, she chose to jump off the stands and do her best to end this brutal farce.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the hotel door.

The girl calmed down and said, "Please come in."

The person who came was the woman who appeared next to the girl after Sean left the virtual space. She had been a partner with the girl for many years and could tell at a glance that she was in a bad mood and easily guessed the result.

"Is it late?"

“It’s not too late.” The girl replied, “The witch hunters won’t leave the Black Fruit Rain Forest that quickly.”

If you can't get out before dark today, you'll never go out.

The woman understood the meaning of the words - Sean was dead. She sighed and comforted him: "It's not your fault. You have tried your best."

In this terrible world, countless wizards have been imprisoned and slaughtered, and no one can protect everyone.

It would be best if Sean could be saved, but there is no need to blame yourself if you can't. After all, the same thing happens every moment in places they can't see.

"I don't blame myself." The girl said firmly, "I warned him, but he didn't listen. He deserves to die."

The woman smiled and didn't expose him.

The girl didn't like her look and changed the subject: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's okay. I just came to remind you not to forget the dawn meeting tonight," said the woman.

"Don't worry." The girl said, "He's not so important that I forget the important things."

"Let's go, have a meal, and then we'll go back to the virtual space."

The Dawn Conference was held in the virtual space. It was still early, so she didn't need to be so anxious. But she didn't want to stay in the hotel waiting for news, otherwise she would not be able to help but think about how tragically the man who looked a bit like her died.

Instead of wasting time on a fool who just gives heads to the enemy, it is better to return to the virtual space and meditate early.

At this moment, Sean looked like a dead man in the girl's eyes.

But what she never expected was that this "dead man" would "resurrect".

The virtual space has a rule similar to the memory anchor point. The wizard will be in the same place when he returns to reality. So when she and the woman had dinner, rested for a while, and entered the virtual space again, what she saw was still the familiar street.

And a familiar smiling face——

Sean, who should have been riddled with bullets, was now intact, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Miss Flame Crow. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Girl: "???"

"Sean?!"

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "You are not dead?"

Sean tilted his head: "Do you want me to die?"

The woman next to the girl also opened her red lips in surprise, and thought for a moment that she was dazzled.

How could a newborn wizard who had just learned to meditate and gain magical power through the Fountain of Enlightenment survive the hands of an entire team of witch hunters?

"How did you escape?"

Sean was about to quickly add code when a man suddenly ran over and answered the question for him.

It was the person who had spoken to the girl before.

After receiving the girl's order, he immediately notified everyone and prepared to lead people to the black fruit rain forest personally.

This kind of thing must be done cleanly and neatly, he wouldn't feel comfortable doing it with someone else.

But when he had gathered his men and was about to set off, the news came back first. He called the girl to tell her, but no one answered. He guessed that the girl must have gone to the virtual space, so he went to find her.

"The reason why we can't contact people has been found." he said.

It wasn’t that Venster’s phone was stolen, nor was he intentionally refusing to answer the call.

He couldn't answer it.

The man glanced at Sean, and when he saw that the girl didn't stop him, he took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and said in a calm voice: "Including the temporary caregivers, a total of 27 people and 43 crows... are dead."

The entire group of hunters that entered the black fruit rain forest was wiped out, not even a single crow survived.

Two girls: “???!”

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Chapter 15 Carl Black

"Wait...how could that happen?"

Every witch hunter in the Floris family has received professional training. Among them are extremely vicious criminals, mercenaries who have been on the battlefield, and even retired soldiers. How could a team composed of such fierce combat units be easily wiped out?

"In the end what happened?"

"do not know."

The man was also confused when he heard the news. His first reaction was that some colleagues had set up an ambush using the Enlightenment Spring as bait and killed Vinster and others. But according to the people there, there were no signs of fierce fighting at the scene. The most incredible thing was the cause of death of Vinster and others.